Teaser Tuesday ~ Colors of Love by Stephanie Burke @Flashycat ~ @RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #ColorsofLove #StephanieBurke #DarkFantasy #RomCom @changelingpress

 

Colors of Love by Stephanie Burke

Dark Fantasy & Romantic Comedy

Date Published: January 6

Pink: Lust Fairy extraordinaire Pink is going to do everything in his power to make sure Cali is never alone. Now if he can only get her to see that wonderful things sometimes wear skirts and look just perfect in Pink.

Gray: Alothos, Lord of Death, is ready to claim his mate… if only he could find the stubborn Fae. He gave Entropy years to mature, grow, and sow his oats, but now it’s time for him to take his place at Alothos’ side. Only Alothos can’t seem to locate his lost Fae and Death’s patience is coming to an end.

 

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Excerpt from Pink

"What the hell is going on? Is everybody in the world fucking besides me?" Cali demanded. This was the third suck scene she'd encountered today in the apartment that housed their small publishing house.

First had been their main artist, Fab, and his dark-haired lover Casmir, her health and fitness specialist, going at it in the kitchen/break room. Gathering her composure, she'd escaped to the bathroom. Only once she opened the unlocked door, she was shocked by a lavender-haired woman and a silver-haired man having a wild go at it against the sinks. Backing away before they noticed her -- or worse, invited her to join in -- Cali raced toward the safety hopefully contained in her brother's office.

But again, here was a fuck fest underway, and she apparently hadn't gotten the memo.

When had Casual Fridays become free-fuck-for-all days?

Calita's twin brother, Able, had his secretary sitting on top of his desk, a roll of saran wrap clutched in her hand. Able made grunting, whining noises as he ate her out. Calita knew the secretary had just broken up with her girlfriend a month before. When had Laslie gone straight, or at least bi? Or should she be called Lassie because of the howls that were erupting from her throat? And the woman had to be double jointed to have one leg up on Able's shoulder, the other around his head, while her back arched up to resemble the Gateway to the West.

Calita stepped out of the room and eased the door shut. Composing herself again, she called to Able, "Um, when you both let go of the golden ring, I'll be in the waiting room, waiting for some answers!"

Twin groans of pleasure sent her scurrying to the living room to collapse into their Ikea special couch. Once settled, she whimpered and resisted the urge to rub her thighs together for some relief. The sexual tension in the small apartment was killing her! And she was afraid to make for her office. Who the hell knew what could be in there?

Feeling embarrassed, aroused and confused, Calita sat and waited -- and waited and waited, skin crawling and knees shaking as she contemplated her business… and wondered if that thick peppermint stick she got when playing Santa's Elf last year would act as a substitute dildo until she could go down to the toy shop on the corner to purchase a vibrator strictly for office use. If unending lust was going to explode on a regular basis, she wanted to be prepared.

About the Author:

Stephanie is a USA Today Best Selling, multi published, multi award-winning author, Master Costumer, handicapped, wife and mother of two.

From sex-shifting, shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually confused elemental Fey and homo-erotic mysteries, all the way to pastel-challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do more.

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Scarred Dreams by Barbara Whitaker

Historic Romance

Date Published: 12-12-2022

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

In 1944, a German artillery shell destroyed Milt Greenlee’s future in professional baseball. His hideously scarred face and useless arm require him to relearn and recondition. But no amount of rehab will restore his looks or his self-confidence. There’s no chance a “cripple” like him could catch the eye of the stunning Nurse McEwen.

Army Nurse, Annie McEwen dreams her voice will take her far away from her hateful, overbearing father. She hopes Milt, a patient who fought in Sicily, might be the one who can help her find closure with the death of her cousin.

As their attraction grows, how can their relationship survive Annie's fears and Milt's secret?

 

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Barbara Whitaker was born in the wrong decade. She loves everything about the 1940’s and WWII, so she decided to write about it. Her historical romances embody that fascinating era in history. Visit Barbara's website www.barbarawhitaker.com

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Teaser Tuesday ~ Now and Always by C.J. Burright @CJBurright ~ @RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #NowandAlways #CJBurright #ParanormalRomance #Enterforachance

 

Now and Always by C.J. Burright

Hearts and Haunts Book 1

Paranormal Romance

Date Published:  01-10-2023

Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing

Romance may not be all that awakens while two best friends renovate a mansion rumored to be haunted.

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If you kiss your best friend...

Halloween-loving Ren needs a new job. The only problem? The sole accountant opening in her small town requires construction experience, which are skills she lacks. Luckily, her best friend Leo— sexy, grumpy and completely off limits— is a construction hotshot. Their relationship is perfect as is, and, despite the intense chemistry, Ren refuses to ruin it with romance. Leo agrees to teach her, with one condition— she must live on site with him... and somehow survive the temptation.

 

You' d better be sure...

Skeptic, sword-swinging Leo has loved Ren since she mistook him for a hardware employee in the plunger section two years ago. While he took his time winning her trust, she caged him in the friend zone. He' s done hiding his feelings, and living together— working, sleeping, playing— at the Gothic mansion he' s renovating will convince her that best friends make the best lovers.

 

It' s meant to be forever.

Ren resolves to resist Leo, even if he bends every rule. Discovering the mansion' s secrets— and lingering spirits, no matter what Leo claims— offers distraction enough. But with her defenses splintering, one kiss is all it takes to shatter every boundary, one night of passion to believe in happily ever after... and one crumbling letter of unrequited love to awaken ghosts forgotten. If Ren and Leo can' t piece together the past for two lost souls, they might lose more than their hearts.

 

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Hours later, midnight darkness lured Karen from some dream she couldn’t remember. She sat up and scrubbed her fingers through her hair. Moonlight spilled through the windows and shimmered over walls, softening the boarded-up hole across the room. The draped furniture slouched in the corner like fallen curtains. She’d left her door ajar after learning it didn’t latch right, another project added to her learn-to-do list, and it remained open a wedge.

A silhouette darkened the doorway, and her pulse jumped. Leo eased past the door, shirtless in the shadows. He looked at her, and his burning gaze stole her breath.

“Leo?”

Without saying a word, he padded toward the bed, his bare feet silent on the rug, black boxers clinging to his muscular thighs.

With Leo, she never worried about appearances, but the silky tank top she’d worn to bed left zero to the imagination. Her face warmed. He’d have to be blind to miss how he affected her physically.

Something had to be wrong. He wouldn’t enter a woman’s bedroom without permission or knocking, not even if she happened to be his best friend. But the fire in his eyes erased all words from her brain, and when he crawled onto the bed on all fours, holding her gaze, she melted. Holy hell, he was a masterpiece, the powerful lines of his body hypnotic in the muted light.

As he approached with animal grace, she couldn’t react, lulled by the skewed sanity of the darkness and fantasy coming to life before her eyes. Straddling her legs over the blankets, he didn’t stop until he planted his palms on each side of her hips, caging her. Heat radiated from his bare skin, easing the chill of the air on her naked shoulders and arms. His breath brushed her lips.

“What are you doing, Leo?” The words hardly counted, more a rasp in her throat.

Leaning in, he bypassed her mouth and nuzzled her ear. “Tasting you.” He nibbled her lobe and tugged with his teeth, then licked the sting away. “Hmm. Luscious.”

A shiver trembled through her as the stubble on his cheek scraped her jaw and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She fisted the sheet to keep from touching him. She should stop him, push him away, tell him to leave. But he trailed his lips to her shoulder, and the thought spun away, beyond her power. Her eyes closed of their own accord.

Denying the touch she’d dreamed of for so long was impossible. The fact that Leo was her best friend slithered out of reach. He rested his hot hand on her hip, and the magic of his mouth killed everything except desire.

“I’ve waited too long for you, Ren.” He sat back on his heels, his knees spread on either side of her thighs, and cupped her face. “Far too long.”

 

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 Once upon a time, a girl with flat hobbit feet dreamed of adventures in the woods with an elven hero, fighting off orcs and saving magical rings. All grown up now, C.J. Burright resides in Oregon (at least she got the trees). While she faces her duties at the law office day job, she avoids writing legal thrillers and instead turns toward romance—contemporary (sometimes with a supernatural flair), paranormal or fantasy. With a 5th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do, it’s no surprise she prefers feisty heroines who aren’t afraid to jump into the fight. Her slivers of spare time are spent working out, gardening, playing the latest Assassin’s Creed, and rooting on the Seattle Mariners, always with music. She shares a house with her husband (not elven, alas, but a fine alternative) and a devoted cat herd while missing her daughter from afar. C. J. is represented by Brittany Booker of The Booker Albert Literary Agency.

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  Accursed Son by Eric Avedissian

The Martyr's Vow Series, Book 1

Urban Fantasy / Horror

To Be Published: 12-12-2022

Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing

Armand Tarkanian is trapped in the ultimate dead-end job: embalming decedents under his abusive uncle’s watchful eye. Every day he goes through the motions, making death look beautiful while his life is anything but.

A car accident leaves him indebted to Berj, a mysterious man with rune-carved gold teeth and a penchant for worshipping old gods. Blackmailed and desperate, Armand feels more trapped than he was under his uncle’s thumb. But the embalmer harbors his own dark secret, a bloodline curse that allows him to communicate with the dead.

When the spirits show him how they were murdered, Armand must choose between fealty to the sadistic and manipulative Berj, or joining the Legion of the Lamb, a monster-hunting biker gang with their own agenda. What began as a dangerous game between secret societies has led Armand on a frightening quest to save the only family he’s ever known and a chance to get closer to the rebellious misfits who saved him.

 

Heartfelt and provocative, Accursed Son is a story featuring generational clashes, found families, and the rewards of tempting fate.

 

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Eric Avedissian is an adjunct professor and speculative fiction author. He lives in New Jersey with his wife and a ridiculous number of books. When not chained to his writing desk, he hikes the Pinelands and wastes too much time on social media. Accursed Son is his first novel. Visit him online at www.ericavedissian.com and on Twitter: @angryreporter.

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Teaser Tuesday ~ Cuddling My Chuchunya by Marilyn Barr @author_barr ~ @RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #CuddlingMyChuchunya #MarilynBarr #MonsterRomance #EnterforaChance

 

Cuddling My Chuchunya by Marilyn Barr

Book 1 of Snuggling in Siberia 

Monster Romance

Date Published: 01-13-2023

 

 

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Dr. Vera Thompson

I am one reindeer sleigh ride away from academic notoriety and the corpse excavation which will catapult my career from junior anthropology fellow to tenured professor. Crossing the Siberian tundra is not for the faint of heart but with modern technology like a GPS, cell phone signal, and all-climate winter gear, I’ll reach the suspected Australopithecus body unearthed by the melting permafrost. One more day of dodging methane gas pockets under the ice and my life will change forever…

 

Artyom

The hairless ones swarmed around my brother’s body like flies from the southern land. Tradition dictates his next of kin perform his last rites, so I follow the erratic driving of the hairless ones from a foreign land. If these invaders discover my chuchunya clan, I fear we are too few to defend our territory under the ice. I don’t understand why the sled driver throws his passenger into a ground popper, but the cruel deed activates my coupling (dushevnayasvyaz) instincts to heat my body to an inferno…the first sign of a soul bond…

Stuck between loyalty to his clan’s secrecy and his biology, will Artyom trade injured Vera for Denis’s body? Will Vera choose modern conveniences in Ohio or stay in Siberia with the chuchunya who promises to cherish her? In such an unforgiving landscape, will Artyom prove his dushevnayasvyaz by pushing her toward an easier life, even if her leaving breaks both their hearts?

This book is for adults with cursing characters, mild violence, and steamy romantic scenes between a consenting human and a monster. To survive while isolated in Siberia, they must eat whatever food is available—whether it is a reindeer companion or not. 

 

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I land cradled in his arms about a foot off the ground. My feet scrape along the stone floor as he draws me inside a small chamber. A high-powered flashlight tied to the ceiling illuminates his face…

Without the mask over his mouth, I get a view of a living Australopithecus…

A flat nose, thin lips, and intelligent blue eyes are inches from my own. His muzzle juts out to accommodate his enlarged tongue that I don’t need to see to know it’s there. I’ve studied his form in books for half my life. In a surprisingly human gesture, he swings his chin to shake ice crystals from his hair. Those monstrous fingers comb back the strands from his brow, along the back of his head, and over his furry left shoulder.

“I must have a concussion,” I murmur. My fingers have a mind of their own and investigate the contours of his face before shrinking back in mortification.

“Or you just find me that repulsive,” he says as his chin lowers to his chest. With a grunt, he lifts me to his chest and carries me to a stack of furs. I can’t breathe. My research. My studies. My obsession for the last eight years of post-secondary education has emerged from my anthropology articles to rescue me.

My Pleistocene Epoch Chapters…written about the Earth two million years ago…

Maybe I hit my head and I’m passed out at the bottom of the methane pit…but there was water, so I would have drowned by now. Did I imagine swimming, Balky, Artyom, and perhaps the entire accident? I rip off my gloves to pinch the back of my hand. My heart pounds as the sting registers.

I’m not dreaming. My imagination couldn’t have conjured him.

“Please don’t run,” he says when I attempt to scramble to my feet. “If we don’t secure your hip, you may injure yourself permanently.”

I wish I could say I’m focused on my hip, but it’s numb so I push my injuries to the bottom of my problems list. He would be more confident if he incapacitated me with his herbs, right? So why aren’t I screaming in fear? Being isolated with a monster should scare the hell out of me, but he kneels before me like a queen as I rest on a pile of furs. I’m dumbstruck with attraction. Bright blue eyes blaze with compassion from a nest of ivory hair. The thick coarse locks cover his face and hang in a neat beard. Finer, whiter hair is swept backward on his head. It drapes over his shoulders over coarse fur. He isn’t wearing furs but is covered in thick white hairs with strands of auburn peeking through. When my eyes trail to the darker patch over his lap, I snap them up to his face.

Where he’s blushing…without his half-face mask.

Could he be more fascinating?

“But you are from the Pleistocene Epoch and using a modern flashlight! You are like Schrodinger’s cat—both extinct and alive at the same time!”

“I do not know this Schrodinger, his cat, or half the words you said. Polina is a hairless one like you, who is the mate to our leader, Timor. She trades our skins and fish for batteries and lights in the leto season,” he says with a severe frown. I miss half his explanation because I’m too busy watching his thin lips form the sounds. I could study his speech patterns for decades and not have all my questions answered.

What would it feel like to kiss a mouth with a pronounced maxillary bone and an enlarged tongue?

The thought is so wrong. It makes me want to kiss him...and explore our differences. My fingers itch to touch him. I have a million questions to ask him about his life. First and foremost, is there a female he keeps in this cave…if not, where do I sign up? I could study his handsome face for years and not lose interest—amazing since my dating life has been as exciting as reading the dictionary. Should I be shocked my mind is contemplating blowing off my dig to study this specimen?

 And I can’t blame my body’s response to him on a head injury…

About the Author:

Marilyn Barr currently resides in the wilds of Kentucky with her husband, son, and rescue cats. She has a diverse background containing experiences as a child prodigy turned medical school reject, published microbiologist, special education/inclusion science teacher, homeschool mother of a savant, certified spiritual & energy healer, and advocate for the autistic community. This puts her in the position to bring tales containing heroes who are regular people with different ability levels and body types, in a light where they are powerful, lovable, and appreciated.

When engaging with the real world, she is collecting characters, empty coffee cups, and unused homeschool curricula. She is a sucker (haha) for cheesy horror movies, Italian food, punk music, black cats, bad puns, and all things witchy.

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