Cover Reveal + Release Announcement: The Seal (The Guardians Book 2)

It’s that time again … release announcement time! I’m excited to reveal the cover and release date for book 2 of The Guardians series, The Seal. Book 1 ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, but book 2 picks up right where it left off and has even more twists and turns. The Seal releases May 15, and is already available at Amazon for pre-order. It will go up at the other ebook retailers over the next couple of days. Meanwhile, Kindle readers can reserve their copies and then delivered to their ereaders on release day. Click here to pre-order from Amazon!

In the coming weeks I’ll have some special surprises to announce regarding the release, and some awesome giveaways!


Addison Monroe took a chance on becoming a Guardian to fight alongside the forces of Heaven in the war against Hell. A girl with a dark past, she had nothing to lose … until she fell in love with Jack Bennett. Now that she’s lost him too, there’s nothing left for her but a mission—a cause she’s truly come to believe in. There’s nothing left for her but a mission—a cause she’s truly come to believe in. With one of Hell’s most notorious demons—Lilith, mother of legions—after her, she can’t afford to let her personal life become a distraction.
As the war with Hell continues, Jack Bennett fights to get himself back in the game. Little does he know that returning home will only complicate matters, as nothing can ever be the same between him and the two people he cares for most in the world: his best friend, and the love of his life.

Micah Boudreaux never thought he would get stuck babysitting ‘the chosen one’ all by himself, but without his partner, Jack, in the picture, he isn’t left with much of a choice. The fact that she’s a demon half-breed only reminds him of all he’s lost to the side of Evil. Yet, hating her becomes difficult as he’s forced to work alongside her on a mission he’s spent seven years trying to complete. He never counted on Addison stoking feelings in him that have lain dormant for so long.

It’s wrong to want her. She’s his best friend’s girl, and has the blood of demons running through her veins. Yet, despite all of it, the demon-hunter with a complicated past will dare to hope for more. Even though life has never given him much, he will dare to hope for love … even in the midst of a dark world and a conflict he sees as unwinnable.

New Release: The Way You Are by Carly Fall + Giveaway

I’m really excited to share my girl Carly Fall’s new release with you. If you aren’t familiar with the Supernatural Renegades series, you can find out more about it at Carly’s website. If you like alpha males in uniform that also happen to have paranormal abilities, this one’s right up your alley! Be sure to check out the AMAZING giveaway she’s offering below!



While patrolling the jungles of Guatemala, Marine Garrett “Honey” Bloom found his life changed forever after an explosion, the blast leaving him with the strange supernatural ability to shape-shift into a bear. When a clandestine operative with many secrets offers him an irresistible job offer with his agency, Garrett finds his place in this organization where the rich go for protection and to have their problems solved.

Ruby Rose McDermott, daughter of an oil tycoon, is in need of protection after just barely escaping a kidnapping attempt. When her billionaire father enlists help to find and “handle” the kidnappers, Garrett is tasked with the job of keeping Ruby safe.

Expecting a spoiled, egocentric brat, Garrett is shocked to meet the shy, down-to-earth Ruby. The attraction between them quickly grows, but they soon come to realize they come from different worlds and their romance will be short lived.

An explosive event reveals the identity of Ruby’s kidnapper, turning their world upside down and exposing them to surprising danger. If Garrett and Ruby survive, can they find a way for their worlds to mesh in harmony?




“Can I ask you a question?” His voice sounded barely above a whisper.

She nodded, unable to speak, her breath caught in her throat.

“Have you ever wanted something so bad, but knew you shouldn’t?”

She shrugged, thinking the only thing she had ever really longed for was independence from her family. All of her other needs and wants had been met without any effort on her part. “I don’t know.”

“Well, let’s say you did. Would you try to take it even if you shouldn’t?”

She cleared her throat, unsure of where the conversation was going. “If I did, would I be breaking any rules? Would I go to jail?”

He grinned. “No jail time, but maybe bending some work and personal rules.”

“I guess it would depend on how bad I want it. If the reward outweighed the consequences, then yes, I would take it.”

Garrett nodded and leaned forward, placing his hand behind her neck, threading his fingers through her hair. His lips lightly brushed hers, and he whispered, “I think the tradeoff will be worth it.”

His mouth claimed hers, his tongue urging her lips to part as her head spun. What in the world was going on? The big, bad, drop-dead-gorgeous Marine wanted to kiss her?

Apparently so.

Her mind reeled with the consequences of their actions. Certainly, there had to be rules established by Joe he was breaking, and what about her feelings, her delicate ego? What did he want from her?

She acquiesced and parted her mouth, their tongues engaging in a slow dance. Sighing, she let go of all her questions, fears, and doubts, shut her eyes and laced her arms around his neck, giving herself over to the experience. Her whole body shuddered as he pulled her closer.

He tasted of mint and coffee, and she explored the hard planes of his shoulders and biceps as they embraced, their kiss quickly heating. Gently, he laid her in the snow and stretched out next to her. He took her hands in his right and pulled them up above her head, holding them there. As their tongues dueled, she quivered at his touch, his hand running down her ribcage, to her hip and over her thigh. She moaned as desire bloomed in her belly, her need for him exploding within her.

Gently, he kneaded her breast through her sweatshirt as he peppered her face with slow kisses. Despite lying in the snow, her body heated further, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she opened her eyes to see the snow around them had melted.

He let go of her hands, and she immediately touched his chest, feeling the warmth of chiseled muscle beneath his turtleneck.

“Holy hell, Ruby,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’ve wanted this since the second I laid my eyes on you, and it’s even better than I’d imagined.”

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Carly Fall is a wife, a mother and a slave to the dog, Nicky. She loves to laugh, thinks chocolate and wine should be considered their own food group, and wishes Christmas happened twice a year. She is the author of the the award-winning and Amazon best-selling series, the Six Saviors. She is also the author of the Supernatural Renegades series, and other paranormal and contemporary romance.


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Mosaic Stock: Bringing Diversity to Book Covers

If you’re following me on Facebook and/or Twitter, then you might have already heard about my latest endeavor. I’ve been teasing it for weeks, anxious to finally get to share it with the world. No, it’s not a new book, but it’s still equally important.

As an author who strives to create books that are filled with diverse characters, I have often found it disheartening when it comes time to have my book covers designed, and I cannot find the images I need. For those who don’t know how that works, I utilize stock photography sites to purchase the rights to use the images, then send them to my cover designer, who incorporates the photo or photos into the design concept we decide upon.

The problem I, and many other authors face is the appalling lack of diversity to be found on these sites. Elegant, classy, beautiful photos of women of color, plus-sized women, and interracial couples are few and far between. This results in a lot of frustration for an author who is committed to making their covers as diverse as what’s inside the book.

This was the reason I conducted my own personal photo shoot for the Chained Trilogy. The fact of the matter is, there are almost no stock photos of women of color in historic dress … especially not Medieval. However, I was committed to the idea of Gwendolyn Toustain and the people of Dinasdale being people of color, and it was important to me that this be represented on the outside of the book. Of course my readers know how the shoot turned out. I paired up with my father, who is a hair and fashion photographer, to turn out some amazing images that went on to be on the first two covers of the Chained Trilogy. Book 3 will be designed soon and it’ll be just as beautiful as books 1 and 2 thanks to my amazing models Nandi and Jason!



However, custom shoots are not something I have the time and resources to do for every book or series. The same is true for most authors and small publishing houses. Stock photos offer a convenient solution, but only when they meet the criteria an author or cover model is searching for. As I said, if you’re looking for diversity, the search will become frustrating as you are reminded again and again that not everyone is represented.

After years of frustration over this issue, I have decided that I want to be a part of doing something about it. Recognizing that there is a problem, I am determined to be part of the solution.


That is why I have decided to start a new venture aside from writing books: a stock photography that is dedicated to offering beautiful, diverse images for the use of book cover design. Mosaic Stock will launch this summer, and I am hopeful that it will go a long way toward helping fill the void that exists in an industry I love.

As I said, my father is a fashion photographer with years of experience and tons of contacts in the modelling world. With him, I intend to scope out a plethora of models of every color, shape, and size, and offer images that are a better representation of how the world actually looks. With his resources and contacts, I am confident that it can be done.

In order to fund our first two big photo shoots, we are currently running a Kickstarter campaign. It is my hope that other authors, publishers, cover artists, and even readers who recognize the need for more diversity in literature, will want to be a part of this. We currently need $5,500 to cover our start-up costs, and have until Marc h 30,2015 to do it. I hope that anyone reading this who wants to help make a change, will consider donating. There are some fabulous rewards for both readers and authors who contribute, and every penny we take in will be used to make Mosaic Stock’s launch the best it can be.

Click here to read more about Mosaic, read FAQs, make a donation, or share the campaign.

Word of mouth is very important. An endeavor like this one needs support by people who aren’t shy to tell their friends about it. I’ve spoken at a lot of book events and festivals with other authors and readers about this topic of diversity so I KNOW you guys are as passionate about this as I am. With your help, we can help change the face of books!

New Release: Before the Morning by Zee Monodee + Giveaway

My friend Zee Monodee recently released book 2 in her Corpus Brides series, so to celebrate, I’m giving away a copy of book 1. Check out the info on both books and be sure to follow Zee on Facebook and Twitter!



Title: Before The Morning

Series: Book #2 in the Corpus Brides Trilogy (also the Prequel to the whole series)

Author: Zee Monodee

Release date: February 2, 2015

Genre: Romantic Suspense/ Espionage Romance/ Action Thriller

Length: 335 pages

In this stand-alone prequel to the explosive Corpus Brides romantic suspense/espionage series, find out how everything started when one of the agency’s deadliest became the target of a rogue faction.


Before the morning

…is the time of greater darkness…


A trained killer with borderline sociopathic tendencies

Rayne Cheltham traced out her life’s path when she was twelve: she would marry her best friend and bear his children, and in the process, stifle the restless edge in her. When he vows never to marry, she gives in to the darkness and becomes a clandestine agent—until the day he walks into her world again, and her carefully fabricated façade crumbles.


A former cop burned by life and his personal demons

When Ash Gilfoy meets a woman who reminds him of his childhood best friend, he starts upon a path that leads him down into the abyss once again. The day Rayne waltzes back into his life, he knows she is his second chance, and the one who will save him.


Each thinks the other is their redemption…until they discover how deep darkness goes inside both of them

The secrets between them make them sit on a keg of gunpowder with a lit fuse in their hands. Rayne’s whole life is built on a lie, and the truth is threatening to explode in their faces. But that is not the only menace they have to face. Someone is out to get Rayne, and she must disclose her secret past before it is too late.


Can Rayne and Ash survive all that’s thrown in their path? Can they hang on to the last thread of their relationship, and can they emerge, still together and still alive, in the morning after the deepest darkness?



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Review Rewards


I’m excited about the new, fun way I plan to start giving back to my awesome readers. I want you guys to know just how much I appreciate all of your support. Your readership means a lot to me, as does your valuable feedback. Which is why I’ve started a Review Rewards giveaway that will run every month. Entering is easy, and there are chances for multiple entries.

Click here to find out more, or go to the ‘Review Rewards’ tab at the top of this page. You can be entered into a monthly drawing for a signed paperback book (winner’s choice). International entries welcome!

Excerpt from Dante’s Heaven by Natalie G. Owens (from Stranded: A New Year’s Eve Anthology)

Today I’m sharing another Stranded excerpt, this one from my girl Natalie G. Owens and her story Dante’s Heaven. Check it out and remember to look out for the release of Stranded on December 32. Pre-order details are below!


About Dante’s Heaven:

The path to paradise begins in Hell…
Dante Santoro is out to redeem the sins of his father, and won’t stop until he’s settled the score and made up for lost time. Destiny King has built a new life for herself from the ruins of pain and tragedy. There are things that can never be forgotten, betrayals that will never be forgiven. But sometimes, the horrors of the past can be erased through a night of magic, happenstance … and second chances.



Before he could take another step, his foot snagged on something hard and unyielding. Arms flailing, he saw the concrete floor rush at him. Rather than try to stop himself from falling by grabbing at the wall, his mind made the split-second decision to let his hands take the brunt of the hit and save his skull.
       As he fell, something dark danced at the edges of his vision before a hollow tinkling sound made him gasp. Oh yeah, right. His men hadn’t sealed that fucking hole in the floor yet, leaving it exposed without boards to protect the unwitting trespasser. His keys had slipped in there to God knew where. He landed on his palms and pain shot up his left arm, then concentrated on his wrist.
Groaning, he lifted himself up, holding his wrist, which now ached like a motherfucker. “Son of a bitch,” he hissed.
A creaking sound behind him caught his attention.

“Mr. Messina! Are you here? It’s Destiny King.”
        He’d given her his Italian mother’s maiden name. While he wanted to forget his Puerto Rican side, his father’s people, he still felt like a traitor by telling that white lie. Perhaps he was no better than their ilk. But how else would she ever consent to meeting him? Not if he told her his real name.
        Panic coursed through his system with the force of a freight train. The door!“Don’t close that door!” he shouted as he turned around and hurried back where he’d come from. Her tall, lean form became clearer under the dim lights as he approached. The fitted coat highlighted her curves as though it had been made for her. Her hair was long and wavy, shiny, healthy.
        Such a long way from where she’d started. So different from the girl he’d once caused to cry. The girl whose heart he’d seen broken in so many pieces that he hadn’t thought she could get them back together again.
        A few feet from her, he hit the brakes on his feet and came to a dead stop. The door slammed hard behind her, the rod kicked to the side. They were trapped.
        She narrowed her almond-shaped brown eyes on him, unflinching. A far cry from the skittish girl she once was.

“You…” That lone syllable reeked with irritation. “Dante Santoro. I should have known you’d be the one to want me back in Hell.”

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Cover Reveal: Masquerade by Victoria Vale + Giveaway

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Masquerade: Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 1 (An erotic Regency era romance)

By Victoria Vale

Coming Valentine’s Day 2015

Scandalous Ballroom Encounters is a series of erotic romance set against the dazzling, opulent backdrop of the Regency era in London, England. Lords and Ladies were expected to behave with propriety during those times … but what happened behind closed doors, when no one could witness the debauched and lusty encounters between members of the nobility?


Margaret Seymour is bored by the stifling constraints of society dictating her behavior as a debutante in search of a husband. Her prospects are promising by the standards of London society, yet, not one of them causes her heart to flutter, or her head to fill with scintillating, forbidden fantasies. Those feelings are reserved for Camden Rycroft, Duke of Avonleah—a man who isn’t even aware of her existence.

While attending a scandalous Vauxhall Gardens masquerade, Margaret finds herself in the duke’s arms. His promise of a night of pleasure is tempting, but is it worth it when Avonleah is a known rake notorious for his short attention span and avoidance of marriage?

Camden Rycroft is intrigued by the masked vixen he encounters in the Gardens. After one night with her leaves him hungry for more, his desire for her turns into a fiery obsession. Despite the scandal that could ensue from their affair, he finds himself unable to extract himself from a situation destined to end in pain. When faced with losing Margaret to a potential husband, will he rise to the occasion, or risk living without her?


Her breath caught in her throat as his hand came up to her face, thumb stroking her cheek before finding her lower lip in a gentle caress.

“Maggie,” he whispered. “How is it that I have managed to go so long without knowing you? I feel certain I could never have forgotten you if we’d met.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat, her chest heaving as her breath raced between her parted lips. “I-I do not know,” she stammered. “We have never been properly introduced, but have attended many of the same functions. B-but, I’m not … that is to say … I am not always so daringly dressed, nor are my parents as wealthy or titled as you. We may occupy the same ballrooms, but we are not within the same circles, I’m afraid.”

He creased his brow at that. “Still, it was wretched of me not to notice you. Now that I’ve seen your face, I feel certain I’d never forget it.”

A half-smile pulled at the corner of her lips. “You cannot know how long I have wanted that,” she said, her voice dropping to a near-whisper as she lowered her eyes.

He chuckled. “Surely my notice is not worth so much.”

She shrugged. “For a young debutante prone to flights of romantic whimsy, it is,” she admitted. Maggie knew she should not say these things. Beyond this night, she could not fathom anything more coming of their little liaison. To bare her secrets to him would only leave her vulnerable to the pain to be endured when it was over. Yet, she could not stop now that she’d given voice to her deepest desires. “You must know how many hearts you’ve stolen simply by walking into a room. Many a night, I have watched you take a lady into your arms and waltz with her, wishing that I could be her. To be so close to you, moving together … to know your scent and your touch …” She paused, realizing that she’d said far too much.

Camden circled behind her, placing his hands upon her shoulders. His lips brushed the back of her neck and she shivered. “I cannot deny that knowing you have watched me from afar all this time does not bring me pleasure, Maggie,” he murmured, his lips tracing a path toward her ear. “When you watched me with those women, did you wonder if there was more to our association than a simple waltz would suggest?”

She nodded in response, unable to speak when he was nibbling at her neck, teasing the most deliciously sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

“You wondered if any of them would accompany me home, didn’t you? You thought about what I might be doing to them once I got them here.”

Maggie groaned as he took the shell of her ear between his teeth. “Yes,” she sighed. “I did.”

“How did you feel when you thought about it—when you imagined all the wicked things I did to those other ladies?” His hands worked at the buttons running down her back, sliding them loose one by one, opening her gown.

“Jealous,” she admitted.

He gripped the sleeves and pulled, lowering her gown to the floor and leaving it in a pool around her feet. He grasped her waist and pulled her against him, his lips trailing along her shoulder. “Did you fantasize about me, Maggie? Did you wonder what it would be like to be one of them?”

“I did,” she said, her voice low and husky. “At night, alone in my bed, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it was like to be with you.”

“Oh Maggie,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement and mock horror. “Never say you were ever so naughty.”

She giggled, biting her lower lip and leaning back against him, resting her head on his chest. “I was.”

“You touched yourself when you thought about me, didn’t you?” One of his hands slid across her stomach, lowering slowly toward the apex of her thighs. “Did you pleasure yourself to your fantasies of me?”

She gasped as he cupped her mons, his fingers massaging gently and drawing moisture from within. “Yes,” she said, her voice strained as he continued to tease her. “Yes, I did.”

“Show me,” he whispered, removing his hand.

Maggie groaned in agitation, wishing for his touch again. Yet, he seemed to be waiting for her to fulfill his command.

“Show me how you pleasured yourself, Maggie,” he said, his voice a bit rougher this time—a demand she dared not refuse. Not if she wished for more of the pleasure he could give her.


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Excerpt from When the Party’s Over by Casse NaRome (from Stranded: A New Year’s Eve Anthology)

Today’s Stranded excerpt comes from Casse Narome’s When The Party’s Over, a story about second chances. Meet her characters and pre-order your copy of Stranded for only $0.99!


About When the Party’s Over:

Le Lan Lee has a choice to make. On New Year’s Eve, she receives a message from her past. Will she answer Fate’s call? The decision regarding helping an old flame out of a jam will lead her down the path of life or death, and love or hate.



“I’m not sure if I own anything that will fit you. You have like three inches on me and not as much ass.” She eyed my body, one of her short manicured fingernails tapping against her coated chin.

I was five-foot-seven and straight up and down. Even my hair could barely keep a curl. My mom said I could have been a model, I was blessed and cursed with her height. Her green eyes gave the Asian features of my father’s genetics an even more exotic look.

“You have to have something that is a little too tight on you and extra long? It is too late to go shopping.” I was beginning to panic.

A slow smile spread across her green caked face. “It doesn’t have to be long on me because that will make it even shorter on you!” She snapped her fingers and brushed past me, grabbing my arm as she went, dragging me deeper into her closet. She flipped through the pinks, reds, and oranges. Yep, her closet was color coded as were the racks of shoes.

“Found it,” Sara declared as she freed a sultry devil’s red dress from the rack. “This is what you are going to wear with your black fuck-me red bottom pumps and sheer black stockings. You are going to look so delicious you’ll be irresistible.”

I eyed the dress suspiciously. “Uh, I can barely walk in those shoes and my butt is going to be hanging out of that dress.” I nibbled on side of my cheek.

“Damn close anyway,” Sara said with a grin. She seemed way too excited about the possibility.


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Excerpt from Hacking for Love by Zee Monodee (from Stranded: A New Year’s Eve Anthology)

Here is another sneak peek inside of Stranded: A New Year’s Eve Anthology. This one is from Zee Monodee, a tear jerker about a cancer survivor finding love. Check it out, and remember that you can pre-order Stranded for only $0.99 and have it delivered to your ereader on December 23!


About Hacking for Love:

Aloof and reserved business magnate Enzo Caparelli settles for a quiet night in on this New Year’s Eve, as does scarred and cancer-recovering medical doctor Viveka ‘Vivi’ Sari at The Cape, Enzo’s hotel in Central Manhattan.
Neither had counted on the younger Caparelli brother, Fabrizio, playing matchmaker and hacking into the hotel’s security system to strand them in the penthouse suite that night.


He threw a glance at the door to the other penthouse suite on the floor—Fabrizio’s. The brat must be playing with his toys again. On New Year’s Eve. Would Enzo never get any respite from his kid sibling who refused to grow up? He really should not have let his brother be the only one who understood how the fucking system worked. Enzo didn’t have a head for informatics, though. Business and management, yes. Anally so, in fact. That’s what made them a good team until now—synergistic, an unbeatable duo.

Wait until I get my hands on the little shit.

Long steps took him to the solid walnut door and he pounded on the panel. Nobody answered for a long time, but Fabrizio must be in. He couldn’t work the system that much with remote access.

Or could he? A drop of cold sweat danced down Enzo’s spine.

“Fabrizio, porco demonio! Open this damn door!”

The panel swung inward under one of his slams and he stilled, hand in mid-air. There, across the threshold, stood not the devil’s spawn but a tall, beautiful brunette dressed in nothing but a terry-cloth robe that bared the creamy white valley between her breasts.

All words evaporated from Enzo’s mind as he focused on her. Barefoot, she stood almost eye to eye with him. She must’ve been around five-ten since she didn’t need to tilt her head much to face his six-foot height. Big doe eyes sat on a makeup-free face with a delicate bone structure and the most kissable lips he’d ever seen. Her mouth parted, betraying her surprise, no words rolling from her tongue. Her chin-length hair looked impeccable, hardly what one would expect if she’d just been in the shower or the tub, as evidenced by the glimmer of moisture on her skin. She appeared mature, though, not at all a girl but a fully blossomed woman.

Which would make her older than Fabrizio. He’d never have pegged his brother for the cougar or MILF-seeking type.

And speaking of the little bastardo—Enzo didn’t spare her another glance before storming into the suite and scanning the open-plan living room. He’d started toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms when something swiped at his feet and he found himself flying into the air to land with a dull thud on the shag-pile rug in front of the couch. His forehead hit the glass-topped table in the process, and he saw stars.

“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?” she demanded.

The dulcet tone contrasted with the sharpness of her words. Fuck it all. How could he be thinking of her phone-sex voice when she’d sent him flying onto his stomach and got him hurt in the process? A deafening tattoo now beat against his skull, something warm and sticky on one side of his face. Darkness came from one eye, and then the other, too.

I can’t believe I’m going to pass out, were his thoughts just before he fainted.


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