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Blog Tour: Resurrection by Amy Carol Reeves

April 18th, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour Comments Off

Amy Carol ReevesPlease welcome author Amy Carol Reeves to Dark Faerie Tales! She recently released the final book in the Ripper Trilogy, Resurrection, on April 8, 2014 from Flux Publishing. Want to know our thoughts on this series? Read Bridget’s reviews for Ripper and Renegade by clicking on their titles. The review for Resurrection will follow this post.

Author Bio:

Amy Carol Reeves has a PhD in nineteenth-century British literature. She lives in Columbia, South Carolina where she works as an Assistant Professor of English at Columbia College and writes young adult books. When not teaching, writing, or spending time with her family, she likes jogging with her Labrador retriever, Annie, and daydreaming about Bront? novel hunks. Resurrection is her third novel.

You can visit Cassie around the web here: Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook

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DFT: To start things off would you like to tell us about the Ripper series and what inspired you to write it?

Amy: I’ve always been fascinated with the Jack the Ripper story—specifically that it could happen during the seemingly well-behaved Victorian period. I got the idea to write a historical fiction book about it after going on Donald Rumbelow’s Jack the Ripper tour in London during graduate school.

DFT: I loved that Abbie was so independent and even though she could easily live a pampered life she decides instead to work at the hospital. Was it difficult to make Abbie a realistic character that was so different from the average rich girl in a time period where it was looked down upon for privileged women to work?

Amy: What helped me make her situation realistic was creating her unusual background in Ireland. Who knows? She might have turned out very differently if she had been raised by her Grandmother in Kensington. But I think the fact that her mother was independent and would naturally raise Abbie with her values, made her situation more believable. Furthermore, her mother had to make her living as a governess, so it wasn’t like Abbie was raised in a wealthy environment. It was quite a shock to her when after her mother’s death she was suddenly plunged into Lady Westfield’s world!

DFT: My favorite thing about the Ripper series is that it is set in London in the late 1800’s. This has always been one of my favorite settings for a book.  What is it about London that made you choose it as your setting?

Amy: London was the center of everything during the Victorian period. It had essentially replaced Paris at that point in history as a rising city. The Great Exhibition of 1851 was a big deal for the Victorians, showcasing for the world all of England’s treasures and achievements.  And yet, there was a “darker” side to Victorian London—I feel as if the display at the Great Exhibition of metal noses to mask the scarring of syphilis gestured to this.  During the Victorian period, there was a population explosion and rising poverty and prostitution particularly in East End London. Infant mortality and illness and were just a few of the problems plaguing this part of London.

DFT: I also really liked that you implemented historical facts into a work of fiction. Why did you decide to feature the famous story of Jack the Ripper in your book? And how difficult was it to combine the historical elements with the fictional elements?

Amy: Besides my own fascination with the Jack the Ripper story, it’s one of those topics that piques everyone’s interest. Like Sherlock Holmes and Dracula, the Jack the Ripper story is one piece of Victorian history/literature that most people are familiar with. Truthfully, it wasn’t that difficult to combine the historical facts surrounding the Jack the Ripper murders with my own fictional story. As much as possible, I tried to keep the timeline and facts surrounding the five canonical murders accurate and then I wrote my own story around it.


DFT: William and Simon really couldn’t be more different, but Abbie cares deeply for both of them. What is it about each of them that she finds so appealing? Did you always envision them being such polar opposites?

Amy: Always. They were always supposed to be opposites. The love triangle is based on the love triangle between St. John Rivers, Rochester, and Jane in Jane Eyre. It’s one of my favorite love stories—where both men have different virtues (and flaws!) to offer her and yet she must choose. Simon is steady, rational, and disciplined, much more in control of his feelings than William. William is well…not in control of his emotions, but Abbie loves his raw honesty and his unpredictable personality.

DFT: What famous person do you picture when you think of Abbie? William? Simon?

Amy: Hmmm….that’s a difficult question. Truthfully, I could see Emma Watson as Abbie. I really struggle in my mind over who could play William and Simon in a movie version of Ripper.

DFT: Out of all the characters you created in the Ripper series, which one was your favorite? Which one was the most difficult to write?

Amy: Abbie is, of course, my favorite character. I like watching her develop from the stubborn girl trying to get her mother’s brooch back from the pickpocket in the opening scene of Ripper, to a more knowledgeable character facing the Ripper. In terms of the most difficult character to write, I had a hard time with the Ripper. He needed to be a dangerous murderer, and yet I wanted his character more complicated. I wanted the reader (and Abbie) to see how he became the murderer that he is in the trilogy. He has a long history, much of it interconnected with Abbie’s mother; this history is revealed in Resurrection and it deepens Abbie’s understanding of what drives him and why he is so obsessed with her.

DFT: If it’s possible without spoiling anything, what was your favorite scene to write in Resurrection?

Amy: I had many favorite scenes in this book, but I have to say, one of my favorite (and most difficult) scenes to write was Abbie’s final showdown with the Ripper. The previous books had been building up to this, so I wanted to write it well. Without giving away spoilers, I will say that I had tons of fun destroying Lady Westfield’ s lovely home during the scene.  :-)

DFT: This was the end of the Ripper series, so can you tell us about any other projects you may have in the works right now?

Amy: I’ll probably write another historical fiction. Right now, I’m doing a lot of research on different eras that I’m interested in. The reading and research is always fun!



Available April 8, 2014 from Flux

About this Book:

When she catches Edmund Wyatt following her through the streets of London, Abbie Sharp learns that every British monarch for hundreds of years has known about—and financially supported—the Conclave. Furious that the monarchy would cooperate with such a nefarious group, Abbie refuses Wyatt’s request for help in catching the person who is blackmailing Queen Victoria with this secret information. But a far greater threat emerges when the Ripper, Max, returns and brings a string of new murders with him. Abbie must choose whether to help the Queen she now despises or stop Max from succeeding at his most diabolical plan yet—the creation of a whole new Conclave aimed at usurping the British throne.

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Blog Tour & Excerpt: Telling Tales by Charlotte Stein

March 30th, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour Comments Off

If you are a huge fan of erotic romance then you’ll have a lot of fun with today’s excerpt from Telling Tales by Charlotte Stein! Telling Tales was recently re-released from Sourcebooks Casablanca on March 4, 2014.

About Charlotte:

Charlotte Stein has published over thirty short stories, novellas and novels, including entries in The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance and Best New Erotica 10. Her collection of short stories was named one of the best erotic romances of 2009 by Michelle Buonfiglio, and her first novel, Control, was recently called “…a non-stop crazy hot sex book”.When not writing non-stop crazy hot sex books, she can be found eating jelly turtles, watching terrible sitcoms and occasionally lusting after hunks. She lives in West Yorkshire with her husband and their imaginary dog.

You can visit Charlotte around the web here: Website | Blog | Twitter

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Telling Tales Excerpt

Kitty snuck across the hallway well before I ever even considered it, and now she’s in the middle of a marathon sex session with the object of all my hopes and dreams.

God, I hate that he’s the object of my hopes and dreams. I hate Kitty for one bright, burning, selfish second, because she’s brave and I’m not, and she’s lovely and I’m not, and she doesn’t have to be a eunuch for the rest of her life, and I somehow do.

And then I get to the door with my mind this boiling cauldron of stupid ideas—-like how I’m going to barge in and accuse Wade of cheating on a girlfriend he doesn’t actually have, or accuse Kitty of betraying a friend over something she doesn’t even know about, or have some kind of ridiculous meltdown where I say words that aren’t even really English, just the blind tumbling result of my stupid heartache—-and I just can’t do any of it. I can see them through the crack in the door, and I have to simply stand there and watch my hero twisting into some pretty incredible shapes with a person who is not me.

I have to watch him lift both of her legs over his shoulders until she’s almost bent double on the bed, and then pound into her as though sex is going to disappear tomorrow. Whoever invented fucking is going to revoke everybody’s license, and from then on we have to spend our days shaking hands or violently waving.

I wish I’d done more than that in the short window of sex we all had. For one far too long and not–quite–agonizing second, I find myself gazing at them with my mouth actually open. Heartache falls by the wayside in the face of this, because by God I’ve never seen a man flip a woman like that. He just gets hold of her hips and somehow she’s on her front, even though I’m sure such a move should have dislocated her hip.

Of course, I’ve seen things like this in porn. I’m aware that most people have more athletic sex than I’ve ever had. But even so, it’s different when it’s close up. It’s different when it’s only inches away from me, and I can see the look on Kitty’s face when she turns it to one side and bites at her own arm.

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She looks like someone who realizes there’s going to be no more sex tomorrow. She looks desperate and blissed out and she’s making this noise—-this ah ah ah noise—-that I can hardly stand to hear. It forces unwanted feelings through my body, and I know they’re there because I just have to squeeze my legs together against them.

God, what must it be like to feel that way? To have someone pounding into you over and over again, so hard I can see her little cupcake breasts bouncing beneath the curve of her body, and when I dare to flick my attention to Wade I can make out every muscle in his tensing stomach, all ab–tacular and hard as anything and fuck, fuck.

This is too much. Did he look this way, before? He had a good, strong swimmer’s body, I know that much. But I can’t recall him being so hairy or having those ropey, muscular arms or those actual high, firm pecs. He looks so rippling, so hard–bodied—- though I suppose the overall effect is added to by the sheen of sweat all over him. It’s as though he slid out of the pages of Men’s Health only five seconds earlier, and I’m not ashamed to admit I can’t take my eyes off it.

Though maybe it’s partly because I don’t want to look at the two most obvious eye–magnets: his cock, and his face. If I look at his cock or his face, I swear I’ll die. He’s saying some pretty dirty things—-Take it, take it, you little slut , among others—-and that’s enough all on its own. It’s enough to make me press my legs together tighter, tighter, and I can feel I’m sweating through my pajamas, I know I am, I know any second I’m going to touch myself like the guy in Wade’s story.

And then I look up at his face—-just as Kitty says something disgusting like Ohhhh yeah, fuck my slick cunt —-and of course he’s staring right at me. Of course he is. He’s staring right at me as he fucks her, this look on his face like something the Devil would do on realizing he’s corrupted another innocent soul, and I back right up in a hurry until I crack my shoulder blades against the wall.

I realize I’m breathing hard. Probably hard enough for Kitty to hear, if she takes a second in between ordering him to Fuck her pussy harder, goddammit . I almost laugh hearing my little pixie girl being such a bossy–boots in bed, but then my mind flashes on Wade’s grinning, mischief–lit face again and I’m too shocked to get the sound out. I think I’ll be too shocked to make a sound tomorrow, actually. In fact, I think I’m too shocked to ever make another sound from now until the end of time, because God I don’t know how I feel about any of this.

I can’t even find bitterness, anymore, which seems very odd indeed. Instead I just seem all juiced up with too much sex, and when I try to walk back toward my room all I can manage is a kind of vague slide along the wall.

Of course it’s only once I’m tucked back in my bed, staring at the ceiling like a ghost of myself, that I actually dare to admit what I wasn’t sure I’d seen before.

He beckoned me in. He jerked his head in the universally accepted gesture for “come on in, the water’s fine.” And then he winked, and I broke my back against the hallway wall, before slithering back to my room like the proper little eunuch I am.

Of course, the sleeping situation is even worse now. I catch myself staring at the alarm clock I brought with me—-the one I’ve perched, incongruously, on the ornate dresser in the corner of the room—-watching the neon numbers flick by, one at a time. 4:36 a.m. 4:37 a.m.

Jesus, what a nightmare. So typical, too—-of course he’s fucking Kitty! Of course he is. I come here hoping for one thing, and get a face full of that instead. With possible weird threesomes thrown into the bargain. And then in the insane aftermath I get my body humming like an overheated tractor, everything between my legs all swollen and heavy and obviously soaked.

In fact, I think I’ve soaked through my pajama bottoms. Whenever I move everything feels wet down there, though I don’t want to move because when I do my clit sparks and my pulse beats slow and heavy all the way through my sex and the urge to masturbate is just incredible.

But I won’t, I won’t, because I’m heartbroken. And because it’s weird. And because I’m going to keep telling myself those two things until I utterly believe them.


Telling Tales

Available March 4, 2014 from Sourcebooks Casablanca

About this Book:

Allie has held a brightly burning torch for Wade since college. They were part of a writing group together, and everything about those days with him and their friends Kitty and Cameron fills her with longing. When their former Professor leaves them his rambling mansion in his will, it’s a chance for them to reunite. But there’s more than friendship bubbling beneath the surface.As secrets are revealed and relationships rekindled, the stories get dirtier and the stakes get higher. And now Allie’s realized that she isn’t quite sure who she wants…fun-loving Wade, or quiet, restrained Cameron. Neither have been honest about their feelings, and now they have the chance to act on all of the tales that ignite their most primal desires.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Cured by Bethany Wiggins

March 4th, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour 27 Comments »

Bethany WigginsDark Faerie Tales is excited to have author Bethany Wiggins stop by today for the release of her new novel Cured. It is the second novel in the young adult dystopian Stung series. Cured was released today (March 4, 2014) from Walker Children’s/Bloomsbury. Want to know our thoughts on this series? Read Bridget’s review for Stung here and for Cured here.

A huge thanks to Walker Children’s/Bloomsbury for giving away one copy of Cured! Details to enter are below the post.

About Bethany:

Bethany Wiggins has always been an avid reader, but not an avid writer.  She failed ninth grade English because she read novels instead of doing her homework. In high school, she sat alone at lunch and read massive hardback fantasy novels (Tad Williams and Robert Jordan anyone?). It wasn’t until the end of her senior year that the other students realized she was reading fiction–not the Bible.

Once upon a time, Bethany’s sister dared her to start writing an hour a day until she completed a novel. Bethany wrote a seven-hundred page fantasy novel that she wisely let no one read–but it taught her how to write.  She is the author of SHIFTING, STUNG (April 2013), and CURED (2014).

You can visit Bethany around the web here: Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook

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DFT: Would you like to start by telling us a little bit about the Stung series and where you got the inspiration to write them?

Bethany: STUNG and CURED are books set in a world where the bees have gone extinct, and the world has become a violent, survival of the fittest place. Believe it or not, STUNG was primarily inspired by a horrible nightmare I had, about waking up in my childhood home and finding everything abandoned, and then being chased out a window by an insane beast who used to be someone I loved. That nightmare is chapter one! Other parts of STUNG were inspired by the frenzy in the United States to get the flu vaccine when the swine flu was going around, and also, the bees dying off (colony collapse) inspired part if it. CURED is a continuation of that.

DFT: The dystopian society was created because humans decided to alter the genetics of bees and the effects were not positive. This caused honey prices to skyrocket and eventually everything started to die because there were no bees to pollinate the plants. What made you decide to use something that seems as insignificant as bees to bring down our society?

Bethany: I picked bees as the downfall of society because that put an element of truth into a fiction story. The bees disappearing is a real, true danger in our society. I think the most intriguing stories have enough truth in them to make the reader stop and think about his life, and how much we take for granted.

DFT: Jacqui and Fiona are very different characters in so many ways. What made you decide to have Cured from Jacqui’s POV instead of Fiona’s? Was it difficult to have such different protagonist in the same setting?

Bethany: I chose to have CURED from Jaqui’s point of view because Jacqui experienced four years of society’s downfall, which Fiona did not experience. By telling the story from Jacqui’s point of view, I can show the reader those four years–something I could not do if Fiona was narrating. Also, I like trying different things to see how they will work. Changing main characters was my way of taking a different approach to a series. It was so much fun having a different protagonist in the same setting! It made me see everything (in the book) in a new light.


DFT: Because it was not safe for girls to live outside the walled city, Jacqui has had to pretend to be a boy for a long time. Was it difficult to make her have so many boy mannerisms, but still think and feel like a girl? 

Bethany: Actually, no. It was fairly easy. I’m not very girly myself, so I didn’t have a hard time imagining what it would be like pretending to be a boy. It was actually a lot of fun! And honestly, it is what any parent would do in that situation, and being a parent, I could see what would need to be done to protect a daughter.

DFT: There is a pretty large cast of characters in Cured that all have their own significant role to play. Which one was your favorite and why?

Bethany: Jonah is my favorite. He is so big and so ferocious looking, but in reality, he’s as gentle a can be. There is so much depth to him, and so much sincerity. As I wrote him into the story I fell in love with him.

DFT: If it’s possible without spoiling anything, what was your favorite scene to write?

Bethany: My favorite scene is the one where Jacqui and Jonah are being held prisoner by the Raiders, and Jacqui finally understands that true beauty is on the inside. Here’s a quote:

He drops his head and laughs a hoarse, whispered laugh, possibly the first laughter that has come out of him in four years. “I know I’m hideously ugly. You don’t have to pretend I’m not.”

My heart aches at his words. I know how it feels to look at yourself and see nothing beautiful there. And then I think about how Jonah held the beast child for hours while we waited for the cure to start working, and how he spoke so gently to me when the raiders caught me and Bowen was furious. He is good and kind and meek. That is real beauty.

DFT: Correct me if I am wrong, but I believe that this is the end of the Stung series. So what can you tell us about other projects you are currently working on?

Bethany: You are correct. I wrote CURED in a way that gives the reader closure, so that if I never write another STUNG novel, no one will hate me. That doesn’t mean I will never write in the STUNG world again–there is always a possibility. As for now, my current project is being a mom. I just had a baby (my fifth) and am way too tired/busy/frazzled (and yet, utterly happy) to be doing any other projects at the moment. But once life settles down, and I start sleeping through the night, I will start writing again.



Available March 4, 2014 from Walker Childrens/Bloomsbury

About this Book:

Now that Fiona Tarsis and her twin brother, Jonah, are no longer beasts, they set out to find their mother, with the help of Bowen and a former neighbor, Jacqui. Heading for a safe settlement rumored to be in Wyoming, they plan to spread the cure along the way–until they are attacked by raiders. Luckily, they find a new ally in Kevin, who saves them and leads them to safety in his underground shelter. But the more they get to know Kevin, the more they suspect he has ties to the raiders. He also seems to know too many details about Jacqui and her family—details that could endanger them all. For the raiders will do anything they can to destroy the cure that would bring an end to their way of life. Bethany Wiggins’s reimagining of our world after an environmental catastrophe won’t fail to stun readers.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Flashes of Me by Cynthia Sax

February 17th, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour 2 Comments »

Please welcome author Cynthia Sax here today for her new novella, Flashes of MeFlashes of Me is the incredibly hot and steamy new novella from Cynthia Sax, author of the Seen Trilogy. Sax delves deep into voyeurism, a whole new realm of erotica, and her latest read screams with seduction. With a red-hot tension between a brawny executive and a new, curvy intern, the secrets, sex and suspense will have readers aching for more.  Flashes of Me is available in ebook only on February 18, 2014 from Avon Red Impulse.

Three winners will have a chance to win a digital copy of He Watches Me, the utterly sexy first part of the Seen serialized trilogy by Cynthia Sax.

About Cynthia:

Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

You can visit Cynthia around the web here: Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook

Want to read more from Cynthia Sax?

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Flashes Of Me Excerpt

“I think we’re on the quiet floor,” I observe. No one else is talking.

Camille’s walk is defiant. “We’ll change that.” She pauses in front of the stairwell. “Stairs?”

“Ummm . . .” I thought the human resources lady said something about the stairwells being for emergency use only, but I hadn’t been paying close attention to her monotonous spiel. I was too worried about not being chosen. “Sure.”

We clomp down the stairs, our heels ringing against the concrete. The supremely clean and brightly lit stairwell smells of stinky socks, the stale air making me dizzy. Camille appears unaffected by the stench. As we descend, she sings happily, her song choices being a collection of increasingly vulgar hip-hop songs.

We reach the second floor and Camille tugs on the door. It doesn’t open. She scans her passcard over a small black security box. The light remains red. “S**t on a stick.” She scans it again. Nothing happens. “Unbelievable,” she fumes.

“Let me try.” I wave my passcard over the sensor. The light remains red and Camille curses. Her vocabulary makes me blush and, as I’m a native New Yorker, that’s an impressive feat for her to accomplish. “We’ll try the ground floor,” I suggest.

We trudge down to the ground floor. This door is locked also. Camille tries her passcard. It doesn’t work, prompting another stream of colorful language from my new friend. I try my passcard. It’s as useless as Camille’s.

“We’re stuck.” I state the obvious, slapping the metal door, ignoring Camille’s ranting. “Do you have a phone?”

“Do I look like I have a phone?” Camille pivots in a circle, her arms outstretched. “Besides we’re in freakin’ Fort Knox.” She pats one of the walls. “These babies must be shielded to hell and back.”

“The doors are thick also.” I slap the metal door again, my palm stinging with the impact. “Hey.” I gaze upward. “They have cameras.” I point at the black lens positioned above us. “Security must be monitoring the stairwells.” I wave my arms at the camera. “They’ll send help.”

“If they’re real cameras, they’ll send help,” Camille scoffs. “Didn’t you hear about that girl in Westwood? She was trapped in a stairwell for four whole days. That stairwell had cameras too: fake cameras, installed to discourage thieves. She ate her fingernails down to bloody nubs.”

“Four days,” I repeat, staring up at the camera. It looks real, but I guess that’s the point. Fake-looking cameras wouldn’t fool thieves. “We could pull the fire alarm.”

“If we do that, we’ll get ourselves fired.” Camille shakes her head. “They’ll evacuate the building and we’ll look like dumb a****. Oh.” Her face becomes animated. “I could pick the lock.”

I stare at her. “Can you do that?”

“I’ve picked locks before.” She beams, acting as though this is a skill to be admired. “Let me have a look.” Camille shoves me out of the way. She examines the door, rattling the handle and poking her fingernail into the lock. “Do you have a piece of wire?”

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The only piece of wire I have is attached to my bra. “Wait a second.” I unbutton my blazer for the second time today, unhook my bra, and pull it through the armholes. Jiggling the underwire, I try to poke it through the fabric. “I need scissors.”

“If we had scissors, I could jimmy the door open.” Camille eyes the lock. “And our problems would be solved.”

“You scare me.” I bite my bra, tearing the lace, and slide the wire out of the cup. “Here’s your pick, as I believe you criminals call it.”

“A few minor misdemeanors does not make one a criminal,” Camille mutters, taking the wire from me.

“Actually, I believe it does.” I sit down on the steps, the concrete cool under my ass.

“I freed information.” Camille straightens the wire and inserts the end into the lock. “This is America. Freeing information shouldn’t be a misdemeanor.”

“Sure, sure, tell it to the judge.” I watch her work, hoping to learn something.

Minutes pass. I don’t know anything about picking locks, but I do know how to read people and Camille is struggling with her assigned task, her curses growing louder and more colorful.

“Are you sure you’ve done this before?” I lean back on the stairs, spinning my bra around the tip of my right index finger. This is much more interesting than shredding paper.

“I’m not deliberately screwing the pooch,” Camille snaps. “This is a high-end lock.”

“Thank you,” a deep voice drawls, the low tones originating from behind me. “We try our best.”

I shriek, jump to my feet, and turn, dropping my bra. The behemoth from the park catches the lavender lace before it touches the floor, twisting the flimsy garment in his tanned fingers. Lightning flashes in his dark eyes. His square chin juts.

He’s big and sexy and impossible to resist so I don’t even try. I fling myself against his massive body, wrap my arms around his waist, and bury my face in his black cotton shirt. “You’re here. You somehow knew we needed help and you came to our rescue.” He’s warm, his body heat engulfing me, and he smells good, his lemon-and-cedar cologne filling my nostrils.

My mystery man stiffens, not moving for three agonizing heartbeats, and then he stuffs my bra into the front right pocket of his pants and hooks his arms around me. “I’ve got you, kitten,” he says softly, the words rolling up his chest, his body hard, not an ounce of give on his big physique. “You’re safe.” He rubs my back, his stroking reviving the passion I thought sated.

“You knew where to find me.” I snuggle deeper into his enormous form. “It’s as though we’re connected.” My parents have this same connection and their relationship lasted. Will our relationship last also? I tilt my head back and meet my stranger’s gaze. His eyes are the darkest brown, almost black. “How did you know where I was? Did you feel it in your heart?” I place one of my palms over that area on his chest.

“No.” His lips flatten. “I saw you on the security cameras.”



This contest is provided by Avon/HarperCollins

Three winners will have a chance to win a digital copy of He Watches Me, the utterly sexy first part of the Seen serialized trilogy by Cynthia Sax!

Flashes of me

Available February 18, 2014 from Avon Red Impulse

About this Book:

Henley, the head of cyber security at Blaine Technologies, is a man no one crosses. He watches employees constantly, using his network of cameras, and enforces his rules by any means possible. Rumors of his violent past, along with his scarred hands and huge size, have resulted in his being feared by everyone … almost everyone.

Katalina, the new intern, worries about the revelation of her most painful secret much more than she fears her sexy boss’s wrath. She sees the loneliness in his dark eyes, feels the gentleness in his marred fingers, tastes the need in his kisses … and she knows he watches her. His silly rules about not stripping for the cameras and no sex at the office are destined to be broken.

Kat likes to be watched. Henley can’t look away. Will this beauty be able to tame her beastly boss?

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Blog Tour: Autumn Rose by Abigail Gibbs

February 14th, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour Comments Off

Author Abbigail Gibbs. Photograph by Felix Clay.Please welcome author Abigail Gibbs here today for a quick excerpt from Chapter 2 of Autumn Rose. Autumn Rose is the second novel in the new adult The Dark Heroine series, which was released on January 30, 2014 from Harper Voyager. Want to know our thoughts on this book? Read Bridget’s review here.

About the Author:

Abigail Gibbs was born and raised in deepest, darkest Devon. She is currently studying for a BA in English at the University of Oxford and considers herself a professional student, as the real world is yet to catch up with her. Her greatest fear is blood and she is a great advocate of vegetarianism, which logically led to the writing of her first novel, Dinner With A Vampire. At age fifteen, she began posting serially online under the pseudonym Canse12, and after three years in the internet limelight, set her sights towards total world domination. She splits her time between her studies, stories and family, and uses coffee to survive all three.

You can visit Abigail around the web here: Website | Twitter | Facebook

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Dinner With a Vampire Autumn Rose


Welcome to today’s stop in the Autumn Rose Blog Tour! Today’s post features a snippet from Chapter 2, which you can read here

Nathan rounded the counter and crossed the cafe in a couple of bounding strides-not hard because of his tall and lanky build. He cocked his head apologetically.

“Before you arrived, she was telling me she’s never seen a Sage,” he explained in an undertone.

I shrugged. Her reaction came as no surprise. In the year I had worked at the cafe, only Nathan – the chef – and I had been permeant, and every new member of staff had given me a wide berth and left shortly after. The only reason I hadn’t lost my job over it was because my boss knew she could get away with paying me less. I wasn’t about to put up a fuss. She had been the only person in town willing to offer me any work at all.

Nathan placed a tattooed left hand on my arm as I went to pass. “And recluse because you haven’t answer my texts for a month.”

“You were in Iceland, and I was in London.”

“You still could have replied.”


Autumn Rose

Available January 30, 2014 from Harper Voyager

About this Book:

Autumn Rose has the chance to save the world she loves. But how much will she have to sacrifice?

Autumn Rose lives in a sleepy seaside town, but buried deep under the surface of her quiet life are dark secrets. Her grandmother is dead, murdered eighteen months ago, and the vibrant London social scene in which she was brought up is a world away. Even worse, at her new school she is shunned and condemned––all because of the swirling marks on her skin that prevent her from blending in with the crowd.

Then the appearance at her school of a handsome young man—who has the same curious markings as Autumn—sends her world into turmoil. Suddenly the marks are deemed cool, and Autumn is thrust into the limelight. But her sudden popularity brings danger as her secrets threaten to come to light. And then there are her recurring dreams about a girl who is about to be seduced by a very dark prince . . . and Autumn must figure out how to save her before it is too late.

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