Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Book Blitz ~ Changling by Ari Harper

 
Witchling (Curse of Kin #1) by Ari Harper
Published November 29th, 2012
Published by Lycaon Press
 
 
Nera is a normal teenage girl living in Ireland, or so she thought until she discovers the family secret.. now her world is forever changed.
 
Descended from a long line of witches, she discovers she is the one who has to stop the curse that has taken the life of every girl before her.
 
And if that isn't enough, she must learn to use magic from the man called Bones. He is the son of Mari, Queen of the Witches...and a god. It is Bones who has been entrusted to teach her the skills she needs to stay alive, which wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have an uncanny knack for pushing her buttons.
 
Can Nera succeed and resist the charms of the man who gets under her skin at every opportunity?
 
 
 
 
 
~~~~~~~~~~
 
Changling (Curse of Kin Book #2)
Published October 30th, 2013
Published by Lycaon Press
 
Sully has been struggling to find his place in the group while Nera and Bones fight to keep him safe from those that are hunting him as they did his forefather before him, the last Irish wolf. When they discover who it is, the race is on to allow him to change but protect him at all costs.
To complicate matters, a new family move in next door to Nera and she fears the worst. As they introduce them to the locals, Bones and Nera try to work out why they seem different.
In the meantime, Bones is invited for dinner and her mother falls under his charm and tries to match make, a situation Nera wants to avoid at all costs. With the battle to save Sully foremost in her mind, the constant niggling from her mother is the last thing she needs.
 
 
Excerpt one
 
"I think you're a shape shifter, Sully." His face was calm when he said the words.
 
We looked at him, and I think we were all stunned by what he said.
 
"Shape shifter. Seriously?" Sully asked. "What kind, exactly?"
 
"Witches and sorcerers who willingly transform into animals and back to their original form," Bones said from the doorway in a deadpan voice.
 
I looked up at him, ignoring the way his lips curled into a small, secretive smile. His dark eyes met mine and he raised an eyebrow.
 
"Thank you, Bones. I couldn't have said it better myself," Jasper said.
 
Bones walked in and poured himself a cup of tea before coming over to sit at the table with us. We stared at him in disbelief. It was a change for me to be lost for words and I know he was enjoying it by the small smile making his lips twitch and the lights dance in his eyes.
 
"But you said witch or sorcerer," Sully said. "I'm neither."
 
"Actually, Sully, you are." Jasper looked at him with a grin spreading across his face.
 
"If that is the case, then how come he can't do anything?" I wasn't sure that I believed this.
 
"Same as it is with you, girl dear. You came into your craft when needs arose or when your body was in the right place with your mind. These things can't be rushed. We can try to educate Sully as we did with you, but if he isn't ready... well, it's up to him really." Jasper shrugged his shoulders.
 
"What makes you so sure that's what I am?" Sully asked nervously, locking his fingers together.
 
"Bones reminded me what skills my sons had. It stands to reason that they could have passed something onto you, even if it isn't as strong as it was for them," Jasper said. He watched the emotions rolling over Sully's face and smiled.
 
Bones watched also, but it was me not Sully that was in his sight and I could feel him in my head. My mind was racing, working, quickly sorting out the pros and cons of Sully being a shape shifter and what it could mean to us as a group.
 
Get out of my head. My gaze bore into his before he looked away, a red tinge creeping up his beautifully chiseled cheekbones.
 
"Jasper, tell us how this is going to work for Sully," I asked. "If he doesn't feel it yet, how much longer will he have to wait to change and when he does, how does he go about it?" I flicked my hair from my face and held out my hands toward him. "Like for example, what does he change into, and how does he change back, and—"
 
"Slow down, girl dear." Jasper laughed at me, holding up his hand, palm up. "One thing at a time."
 
"What I don't understand, Jasper," Brie whispered, her eyes shiny and wide, "is how the shape shifter, you know, does the shifting."
 
"Quite simple really, Brie. It's much like Nera and her ability to move things. She thinks it and it is. The same with shape shifting. Think it and it shall be. Well, that's the general idea anyway," Jasper said frowning at his own words.
 
"Do you mean that if I decide that I'd like to turn into a horse, I would just have to think of it and it would happen?" Sully looked back and forth between Jasper and Bones.
 
"Not quite," Bones replied, looking composed once again. "You need to find out what your animal is to start with and that could take a bit of work. Do you remember what Rogan's animal was, Jasper?"
 
"Yes, it was the wolf," Jasper replied, keeping his gaze on Sully.
 
"Does that mean that the wolf would be mine as well, or would I have a different one?"
 
"It would be fairly safe to say that you would follow in his footsteps and have the same animal as your ancestor," Bones replied.
 
From Jasper's son Rogan down through the ages to Sully. His skills had come to him from his mother, the Lady Leona, youngest sister of Mari, Queen of the Witches. It was a great surprise to find that Brie and Sully were related to Jasper, but to find that some of his son's skills could had come down to my friends was extraordinary to say the least.
 
When we were trying to find Sully's place in our circle, we hadn't thought that there would be a connection other than the bloodline. If we had taken more of an interest in the history of our ancestors, we might have had an idea earlier.

Author Bio
 
 
Ari Harper never wanted to grow up. To offset the limitations of aging ungracefully, she created her own set of unique worlds where she can be and do whatever she wants. Gods, witches and demons surround Ari while she spins her magic, doing mainly what they tell her to do. Given a chance, she prefers to work amongst chaos, which is good because she is constantly surrounded by children, all clamoring for attention. Some of them end up in her stories, some of them even get to die grisly deaths or be cast away to another realm.
 
 
 
 
Interview #1
 
Can you tell us about your book, CHANGLING, in 10 words or less?
 
Changling is about Sully and his place in the group.
 
How long did it take you to write CHANGLING?
 
Not sure exactly because I wrote the first three books in this series together. I think all up it took me about six months non-stop frenetic writing.
 
We went from having a female on the cover of WITCHLING to a male on the cover of CHANGLING. Are they both from the same POV or are we now going to be in the head of a different character?
 
We stay in Nera's POV through the whole series even though each book is centred around one main character and their 'place' in the circle of friends.
 
What was your favorite scene to write?
 
'Spoiler alert' When Sully has been wounded and has to change back. That took some work because it felt so personal for some reason. I really had to get into character for that one and you don't want to know the things I got up to and the looks from my family as I acted out parts.
 
If you could cast anyone to play some of the main characters, who would you choose?
 
I would rather go with unknowns and give the books a chance to stand alone.
 
Did any music inspire you while writing CHANGLING?
 
For sure. I always, always put P!NK on my earphones and blast it over and over again.
 
Will there be another book after CHANGLING? Can we expect a trilogy or are you anticipating taking it further than that?
 
Treason is the next book in the series and it tells Brie's story. I have to admit to bawling my eyes out in this book. It was gut wrenching to write some of those scenes. All up there are four books. Bones is the last book.
 
What is currently in your TBR pile?
 
I think it would be easier to say what isn't? I'm a compulsive book whore, excuse my language. I never stop buying even though I haven't read most of what I have on my kindle or from the pile of books next to my bed.
 
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
 
Cats or Dogs? Dogs I have three.
 
Once Upon a Time or Revenge? I haven't seen either, sorry I don't watch much tv.
 
The Hunger Games or The Mortal Instruments? Mortal Instruments - love love loved it
 
Chinese or Thai? Thai
 
Ebooks or Hardcopies? Both
 
Harry or Ron? pass
 
Coke or Pepsi? I prefer a good cup of tea
 
Best book you've read recently? anything by Abbi Glines
 
Favorite TV show? The Black List
 
Celebrity Crush? P!INK
 
Current Favorite Song? Anything of P!NK
 
Most anticipated 2014 book? The final Deborah Harkness' All Souls Trilogy
 
Guest Post Topics:
 
Top Ten Paranormal Books : Twilight series, Acheron, Anything Sherrilyn Kenyon, Wolves & Warrents, J.R.Ward books, A Song of Ice and Fire, Karen Marie Moning
 
Next Ten Books on Ari Harper's E-reader/TBR pile:
 
Five, Six - Willow Rose
 
Gather the Bones - Alison Stuart
 
Departed - Nick Stephenson
 
Saltwater Kisses - Krista Lakes
 
Thankless in Death - J D Robb
 
Blood Canticle - Anne Rice
 
Just for Now - Abbi Glines
 
Because of Low - Abbi Glines
 
Unseen - Karin Slaughter
 
From the Outback - Ann B Harrison
 
Hosted by
blogtours.yareads.com

Book Blast + Giveaway ~ ROWENA'S REVENGE by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

 
    
Title:
ROWENA'S REVENGE
(The Broadus Supernatural Society Series, #5)
Author: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt
Genre: Fiction | YA | Paranormal
Expected Release Date: 10/31/13
 
Rowena's life has never been easy.
 
Being part Were and part Fae fire-starter she has learned to live a solitary life, depending only on her own instincts until one mistake throws her into danger. Now being chased by a psychopathic Warlock who is bound and determined to "own" her, Rowena must rely on her newly found mates and family. But is she ready to trust? Or will her damaged heart plunge her into darkness?
 
Blaine is a strong wolf, wanting to protect his new mate with his life. When a new man comes into her life, he can't help but be jealous. Will it drive him into betrayal? Or will he accept their new life too late?
 
Penton has lived hundreds of years looking for his mate. Now he's found her, but can he keep her safe long enough to get her back to Montana?
 
Cearbhall is one of the last Dark Warlocks known in the world. He has been searching for centuries for the 'fire-heart' that will complete his prophecy, bringing the world to his feet. In Rowena, his dark, twisted mind finds it with just the hint of her blood left behind as she runs from federal forces.
 
He will stop at nothing, killing everyone and everything in his path to have her for his own. He thinks nothing of leaving a path of destruction across the country in his wake to claim her.
 
Will one of these three mates pay the ultimate price for love? Or will evil finally descend upon Broadus, Montana and The Big Sky Pack?

 
 
 
                                                                                                     
  <Insert typical nightly news intro jingle>
“Hello and thank you for joining me for this special news cast on this 24th day of December, my name is John Kinglander. 
Tonight we discuss the ever changing world of supernaturals in today’s society, and mainly the small, quiet town of Broadus, Montana; where lately a lot of activity has been centered.
This little town, just off of Route 212, is home of the Big Sky Pack. This Pack is unlike most you and I are used to. They have members of all shifter types; wolves, mountain lions, tigers, bears, and even razorback boars. They’ve come to accept all supernatural types when a special woman stepped into their lives almost five years ago. 
Ask any of the locals, as I spent most of last week doing, and they will tell you that their lives changed the day Siofra O’Hana, now Siofra Johnson, stepped into their towns, and they all told me it was for the better. The consensus was that this fiery mother of six has strengthened their Pack more than any of them could fathom possible.
It started when she was kidnapped from a wedding dress shop by a former lover, thought to be dead by her and all those that knew him. She was held in an abandoned barn, beaten and almost rapped, but as I got from my interview with her, she never once worried about herself. She only wanted her Pack, her fiancée, and her son to be safe; she could’ve cared less what her ex-boyfriend, his brother and their rag-tag bunch of wolves did to her.
Her husband, Conall, and her mates, Abe and Dyson, gladly stepped in, saying that Siofra is much stronger than she gives herself credit for. I can’t disagree.
After surviving the kidnapping, Siofra was confronted with her relation to creatures of the Fae and her father, Ancient Druid and advisor to the Fae royals, Shamus. Siofra embraced her white wolf and learned that she also carried magical powers; all while being hounded by the evil Prince of Elves, Bronton. The malicious Bronton brought war to Broadus’ backyard and the Pack fought as one.
They drove the prince’s army of Trolls off, but not without great sacrifice. Siofra was driven into a coma, leaving her husband and Pack mates to worry about her for weeks on end. As we can all see, she returned and the Pack moved on, stronger than before.
We all know that life is not without its tragedies, and in my opinion Siofra and her family have suffered more than their fair share. A Christmas Eve car accident drove Siofra into a deep depression, and the Pack into a funk.
“We didn’t function like normal wolves. We were more like zombies without her laughing and smiles,” her brother-in-law, Pack Alpha Mike Johnson, said when I interviewed him.
Finally bowing to the need for help, Siofra traveled to a nearby town, seeking group therapy. There she met a friend, Nikki, and ran into her unknown mate Dyson Killian for the first time. All was not well in Broadus as everyone suspected and there were dark things on the horizon.
Siofra couldn’t know that a vengeful soul would bring an ancient demon into her life. Possessed and wanted, Siofra was kidnapped again and held hostage in the dark Pryor Mountains; the home of the Elves. Tortured and rapped, Siofra thought all was lost, but that at least her family would be safe. Learning she would bring the end of the known world, and reuniting with a loved one, though deceased, she vows to get her revenge.
Penton, former Prince of Elves and now reformed advisor to the Fae, travelled to his home land to rescue Siofra, bringing her through the portal that lies at the back of her property. They weren’t alone though, and as Siofra struggled with a heartbreaking decision, her Pack fought off Trolls and other dark magic creatures around her.
In my opinion, Siofra is one of the most self-less people I know. That night as war raged around her, she sacrificed a piece of herself to bring an end to evil. The decision hung heavy on her heart and she decided to run, to transport herself using her magic to a place she thought safe and away from danger.
Turning to a friend of the family, Madame Petit, a former Pack leader and acclaimed Witch living in New Orleans, Siofra was handed another surprise. She once again found that fate handed her another mate in the form of Were-tiger, Abe. With his help, and that of new vampire friends, Siofra began to heal and accept that she needed to go back to her family and Pack.
A powerful, magic wielding, and mind reading Werewolf such as Siofra can’t go unnoticed, and the former Master Vampire from Las Vegas took a special interest in her, chasing her from New Orleans back to Broadus, evading the scope of even the F.S.C.C.A.. He used an army of Ghouls, a force of decoys, and finally kidnapping her oldest son as tactics to draw Siofra out.
“It really wasn’t that big of a decision. He had my son, I needed to get him back, and I knew that my father and my mates were there if I needed them,” Siofra said about her following the Master Vampire to his lair in Las Vegas. The demise of the vampire was caught on amateur video and became the YouTube hit that we all know.
When asked whether or not she thought the camera phone video hurt the image of supernatural creatures, Siofra replied, “No, I don’t think it hurts our image. Human take retribution too, but you send those people to jail. We have our own laws, and humans happily let us abide by them. I only wish that I didn’t look so fat in the video. I know I was pregnant at the time, but dang. I look like a hippo.”
All lightheartedness aside, Siofra and her Pack have encountered many obstacles and overcome them all, coming out stronger and wiser in the end. Now, well now we turn our attention to the wilderness of Maine and the plight of Siofra’s half-sister, Rowena.
She burnt down a nightclub owned by a prominent vampire in New York City, but was broken out of jail by a rogue Berserker wolf. Can she find her way to Broadus to be safe?
We’ll find out next time. Thank you for tuning in, and have a wonderful night.
For Channel 12 News, I’m John Kinglander. Goodnight.” 
<Insert typical outro News jingle> 
Now, please enjoy Chapter One of Book 5 in the Broadus Supernatural Society Series
ROWENA’S REVENGE 
CHAPTER ONE: 
December 24, 2016
Rural Maine
The snow is falling in large clumps around me as I huddle up to a large pine trunk, the burning and stinging in my calf radiating up through my leg. Damn silver, I curse in my head as my breath steams around my face. I never asked for this.
All I ever wanted out of life was to be left alone. To be left alone so that the fire inside would slowly burn out without hurting anyone.
But no, it couldn’t happen that way. That dirty, sadistic, son of a bitch Master Vampire Livius had to ruin everything in the one night I spent in New York City. He was a creature of power, not used to hearing no, and when I had told him that I wasn't interested in him he had tried to rape me. I burned his ass alive, along with most of his hoard, earning me a cell in an F.S.C.C.A. holding center.
My saving grace was a bouncer from the club Livius had owned. I had only shared a fleeting moment with him that night, but catching his scent had been the best thing to happen to me in years. Blaine D’Oro broke me out of that dank cell in NYC, and we've been on the run since.
We were doing fine up until about two hours ago, and the gunshot in my leg is a testament to that. The Berserker wolves chasing me aren't far behind, but they are up wind from me and I can hear their shouts in anger because they've lost my scent.
“Where the fuck is she?” one growls, the sound echoing through the quiet woods.
I don’t want to be standing here when they come around, so taking a deep breath, feeling the cold hit my lungs and the pain in my leg, I slink along the tree trunk and head deeper into the trees. Trying not to brush too many branches and leave a trail, I can feel the blood running down into my boot as I limp along, succumbing to the metallic bite of the silver bullet and falling to my knees beside an old Birch.
“If you can hear me, please listen,” the whisper of a voice meets my ears and I search the darkness around me; my eyes shifting into their feline counterpart to reflect the moonlight. Seeing nothing, I just focus in on the sounds of the men coming after me.
“Rowena,” the whisper comes again, this time stronger, freezing me in my tracks. My fingers dig into the tree bark at my back and I look up to the moon, searching it for an answer as to this strange voice. I brush back the silver strands of my hair and close my white-blue eyes to focus.
“You’ll be safe here. I’m your sister; your family,”  I hear it again, coming to me on the slight breeze, and I have to stifle a laugh. I have no family, at least not since my mother’s death when I was twelve years old. There has been no one for me, except the black and silver haired man in my dreams, claiming to be my father, but that’s all that they have been—just dreams.
The day my mother killed herself I was cast out of the small shifter town we had been living in; twelve years old with only a change of clothes, a bottle of water, and a bag of venison jerky to help me on my journey. They didn’t like the idea of the cursed, silver haired, freak eyed girl hanging around their pure blood children, so I was sent on my way.
So how is this voice on the breeze getting to me? How does it know my name? I think to myself as the footfalls of the two wolves tracking me catch my attention again, this time being dangerously close. I squeeze myself tighter to the trunk, the fear building within me as I frantically look for a better hiding place.
“Where the fuck did she go? We shot the bitch; she couldn’t have gotten too far.” The raspy voice fills the bone chilling air, and I know it’s now or never to hide.
Taking a deep breath, I push off from the tree and start the shift from human to my were-snow leopard form. The crack of my bones and the shifting of skin is a fairly silent process when you have it under control, but being chased by Weres, they’ll sense the magic in the air in an instant, so I find the biggest, lowest lying pine and slink underneath it, tucking my long tail up along my body and positioning myself so that I’ll see their approaching legs and feet.
I can hear them sniffing wildly, and a low growl rips through the one I’ll call ‘Rubber Boots’, due to the thigh high waders he’s wearing right now. Their quick footsteps bring them to the edge of the tree I’m hiding under, and I’m thankful for the still breeze right this instant, because if it kicks up they’ll know where I am right away and I’ll be in for a good fight.
“She’s got too big of a bounty on her head for us to lose her. That honcho down in NYC says she burnt up his kid or somethin’. We’ll be set for a lifetime when we find her, so put your damn nose down and search!” The one in the camo pants growls at Rubber Boots and they circle a tree nearby.
I can see Camo Pants’ hand on the trunk of the tree, and it quickly shifts into the Berserker state as he catches a scent; the fingers elongating and sprouting hair, the nails razor sharp and digging into the bark. I can hear both of their breaths coming heavy and quick, and then they stop, the stillness of the night taking over, and a dark feeling settles in my bones.
The hair stands up on the back of my neck and I slouch closer to the truck, my claws instinctively flexing from my paws as their legs turn in my direction. They quickly move to the branches at the edge of my hiding spot just as a breeze kicks up, bringing the stale scent of beer and a hint of something else my way, perking my senses.
Camo Pants’ hand comes down onto the bottom branch and my muscles tense, my ears pressing into my head as I’m ready to issue a warning hiss. No doubt they’ll only laugh at me—damn cocky wolves—but my bite is a hell of a lot worse than my hiss, so they should be ready.
Just as the branch starts to lift, the breeze kicks up again with a ferocious hiss, whipping the snow into my face and causing the two wolves to stumble back, swearing. Shaking the snow from my face, I hear a thud and the wolves growling. Turning my attention back to their feet, I see a third pair of legs joining them now as their voices rise, snarls and growls filling the air for only a second before the distinct sound of steel leaving leather, and a bright streak of silver flashes before my eyes.
I hiss in a breath as Camo Pants and Rubber Boots’ heads hit the snow and roll away. Their bodies fall like chopped trees, the blood spurting from their necks, and I’m slightly frozen in fear. It happened so fast. The glinting silver of a sword catches my attention, and I gulp at the blood dripping from the very sharp looking blade; the crimson tainting the pure white snow around the legs of the wielder.
There is nowhere for me to go, and as I see the long fingers wrap around the branch, I let out a hiss that vibrates through my entire body. I can feel it all the way down into my feet. His crouching slows as my warning turns into a low rumble, my throat raw and heated from the exertion.
“Now, now,” a smooth, deep voice washes over me, followed by a low chuckle, and I feel calm immediately, confusing the hell out of me.
The branch lifts up, showering me with needles, and through the dark I can see his eyes. Eyes just like mine; the white-blue color seeming to glow in the moonlight, and they lock onto mine. A slow wind brings a whiff of sun ripened apricots to my nose, and I can’t keep my eyes from closing, a low moan rumbling through me.
What the hell?  I shake myself, causing more needles to rain down on my coat, and I turn my attention back to this man crouched before me.
He is lean and muscular, his Peacoat hanging open to reveal a form fitting shirt giving away his muscle tone. I’m guessing he notices me checking him out, because a smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth, the simple action setting a fire deep within me, and I shift back into human form to keep it at bay.
On my hands and knees before him, I see his eyes roam my body and his nostrils flare, taking in my scent. I’m breathing hard, the steam forming around me in rapid clouds as I try to slow the fire of desire building within me. His scent is doing something to me and my leopard is pacing within me, stoking the flames even more.
“Come on, Rowena, there is no need to fear me.” His voice is soft this time, and I can see the sincerity in his eyes. Those damn eyes, so much like mine. My stare moves to the sword in his other hand, the blood still dripping, and he drops it in the snow, reaching the hand out to me.
“How do you know my name?” I breathe out, brushing the hair from my eyes as I try to shuffle out without taking his hand. I mean, really? I just witnessed him behead two men in the blink of an eye, and he wants me to trust him? I don’t think so; not even with this inferno of lust burning within me for him.
The pain from my gunshot wound returns and I fall to my elbows, wincing and hissing through my teeth as I feel the silver bite further into my flesh. Pushing back the waves of nausea, I look back up and see that his hand is still outstretched; a concerned look on this stranger’s face.
Oh, what the hell?  I think to myself as I reach out and grasp it. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers link around mine, lightning bolts flowing out and over my skin, gathering in my core, and I can feel the familiar tingle of my fire roll over my body. If I’m not careful, I’ll burn down this entire forest in a second, so I let him pull me from my hiding spot.
Trying to keep my weight on my uninjured leg, I stumble and fall into his chest. Oh God, it’s rock hard. I try not to let his body heat get to me as his arms go around me to keep me on my feet, but damn does he feel good. He even smells good.
As he holds me to him, I spare a look up into his eyes and see that he has a small smile on his lips. Perfect lips; luscious even, begging me to bite them, and I have to look to the snow and suck in a breath to reign in my raging desire.
“I know an awful lot about you,” he whispers, his eyes roaming my face as I look back up at him. I need to step back before my flames burst out and hurt him, so I jerk from his hold, wincing as my injury burns through my calf muscle. He keeps his hand wrapped around mine, and I see his attention float to my leg.
“What?” I have to pause and take a second as my head spins, and I’m cursing those wolves for shooting me again. The man’s arm wraps around my waist, tugging me into his side. “What’s your name?”
He smiles sweetly, and my heart feels like it might burst at the sight. His face is so handsome; strong jaw and nose, no facial hair, and close cut midnight black hair wet with the falling snow. He almost seems too perfect to be real. I cock my head in an almost awe like state and notice that his ears have a slight point to them, spiking my curiosity.
“My name is Penton,” he says as I reach my right hand up slowly and hesitantly brush my fingertips along his ear. His eyes flutter shut as I run my fingers over his skin and through his hair, the smell of apricots filling the air around him as his eyes fall on me again, bathing me in un-restrained lust and desire. The degree of it almost frightens me as I move my hand to his cheek and feel him lean into my touch.
As I see a naughty little grin play across his face, I feel the dizziness and weight of my blood loss and I teeter in his arms, almost falling, but he catches me by shooting his hands into my armpits. I can hear myself let out a strangled laugh, but my mind is floating, the darkness filling my vision.
“Were you the voice? The voice I heard?”
“No,” he chuckles, his smile seeming brighter than the mid-day sun, and I can’t take my eyes from it, the sway deepening in my stance and the blurriness in my vision fading in and out. So he wasn’t the voice I heard on the wind, but who was?
“Take me back to Blaine,” I manage to get out as I feel him lift me into his arms, holding me tight to his chest. “Take me to Blaine. He’ll help us.”
Then I’m out, the only feelings rolling through my body is the heat from his closeness and the inferno threatening to burst from my core. My libido wars with my mind for the split second before I’m out, this stranger pulling at every fiber of carnal need within me.
What have I gotten myself into?
 
 
 
Theresa Marguerite Hewitt is a very laid back person; enjoying the simpler things in life more than most sometimes. She grew up in a very, VERY small town in Central New York and she will always be a Redneck Woman.
 
She loves reading, writing, taking long pointless drives and long dusk time walks. Fall and winter are her favorite times of year and she spends more time outside then than in the summer. She loves hearing from fans and is not above fan-girling on those that show her tons of support.
 
She donates the profits from the Amazon sales of her military series, The Wakefield Romance Series, to various military charities including; Wounded Warrior Project, Red Circle Foundation, Boot Campaign and others.
 
She is addicted to the cheap-Harlequin romances you can pick up in most drug stores and cannot go in and out of a store without picking up at least one. She resides in Buffalo, NY with her boyfriend, two dogs and two cats.
 
  Twitter | Facebook | GR | Website

hosted by: