AUTHOR LOWDOWN with Becca Lee

There’s a spaceship leaving Earth and you’re allowed to take a suitcase of essentials and five other items, what do you take?

My Kindle, a wind-up battery charger J, my BOB – hey, a woman needs a release!, a pack of cards and a machete – just in case I encounter any evil aliens!

Who is your favourite author?

I seriously don’t have ‘a’ favourite. I do love Laurell K. Hamilton though.

How did you start your writing career?

I’ve always loved reading and writing. I went to university and achieved my BA in Literature. I first started writing ten years ago, but was too chicken-shit to do anything about it. It got to the point this past Christmas that I finally spoke to my husband that I had a desire to write and publish a book – I have all these ideas floating around my head. He simply told me to go for it. So here I am.

Which character was the hardest to write and why? 

A Perfect Moment is my debut novel, set for release in April. To be honest, all of my characters roll easily off my fingers to my screen. I suppose my main character Ella is a little bit of a challenge. I didn’t want her to be me, even though there are some similarities. So ensuring she had a personality all of her very own has been a little bit challenging.

Why did you choose to write romance? Favourite style to write?

I write what I know and I love. I’ve been lucky in love so I selected this genre as my debut novel. Saying that, I have a piece of erotica forming in my brain, much to my husband’s delight. I also have the first 25k words of a paranormal romance going. Admittedly, paranormal romance is my favourite genre to read. I do need escapism and PNR does this for me.

If you weren’t an author, what would you have ended up doing?

Well, like most indie authors I work full-time. I’m a high school teacher. I suppose being a full-time author is my dream job.

Do you have any rituals/habits when you write?

When writing a passionate or highly emotive scene I rely on my playlist to give me some spark. I also like to have lie down and think time. Other than that, I write when I feel the need. Not necessarily the best idea since I’m edging closer to my editing deadline. Eek!

What would be the weirdest one?

In my ‘lie down and think’ time, I’ve been known to head out to the veranda, where it’s quiet and lie on our outside table. J

If you write under an alias/Nome de plume, how does it feel to have emails etc. addressed to your other name?

I do write under a super-secret alias – for a whole bunch of reasons. I do plan one day, to reveal my face, but right now isn’t the time. It does feel a bit strange. It’s also quite difficult, especially when flicking from one name to the other. It’s a quite nice and effective way to get into my writing head space though.

What is on your current and upcoming release schedule?

A Perfect Moment (#1 Perfect Series) is due for release April 2014

Changing Moon (my PNR) is due for release July 2014

A Perfect Love (#2 Perfect Series) is due for release December 2014

Where are your books available?

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Thank you so much. J

COVER REVEAL!! Number Thirteen by Bella Jewel

Number Thirteen by Bella Jewel

Expected Release Date: March 17, 2014

Dark Romance

**AUTHOR NOTE - This is NOT a BDSM Romance**

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Synopsis

We're thirteen girls, captive, slave to our master. 
A master we've never seen.
Obedience will become all we know in our shallow existence. It is the only emotion we're permitted to feel.
When we're bad, we're punished. When we're good, we're rewarded. 
Our scars run deep. Yet we survive, because we have to... 
because HE teaches us to.
All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are.
He has us for a reason, but it's a reason we don't know.
We've never seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it. 
Then something changed. 
He showed me who he truly is.
Now I want him.
I'll go against everything I know to be with him. 

A monster. 

My monster. 

Loving him is a sin, but a sinner I am. I won't stop until I see every part of him. Even the parts he keeps locked deep down inside. 

I am Number Thirteen, and this is my story. 
No one said it was pretty, or right, but it's mine.

Excerpt

PROLOGUE

My boots crunch in the yellow autumn leaves as I walk towards the schoolyard. I didn’t want to come today, but Momma told me I had no choice. She said school is for smart kids, and if I don’t go, then how am I ever going to get smart? I could get smart, the man on the television tells me everything I need to know. But she claims that I can’t make friends with the man on the television, that the only way to make friends is to go to school. I could have told her that I don’t need friends to be successful, but she’d only tell me I’m being silly.

So I came to school.

I didn’t tell her that there are bullies here, or that every day they push me around and shove me into lockers. That would make me sound weak, and now that my dad is working, and my brother is away because he didn’t like the school here, I’ve had to become the man of the house. There’s no room for weakness.

Momma tells me bullies pick on the kids who are victims. I think she’s wrong. I’m not a victim; I’m just a kid. They pick on me because I’m different. I don’t look at the girls like they do; I don’t try to sneak out to parties. I’m only thirteen. I’m just there to learn, then I go home and I take care of my family, because, I’m the man of the house.

Like I said.

The shrill sound of the school bell ringing, tells me I’m late. I pick up into a jog, rounding the corner and into the schoolyard. It’s a cool winter day, and I have to pinch my coat together to stop it from flapping in the icy breeze. I can see the students piling in the front doors, and I turn my jog into a run. I’m focusing so heavily on the doors, that I don’t see them. A strong hand lashes out, catching hold of my sleeve and tugging me into the alleyway that runs down beside my school.

I always knew this alley was dangerous.

My body is slammed against a hard wooden fence, and I set eyes on my bullies. Four of them. They’re all bigger than me, all of them on the football team. They’re from a few grades up, and they’ve just turned sixteen. The leader of the group, Marcel, steps forward first. He scrunches his nose in disgust, as if I’ve just dragged myself out of a gutter, as if I’m offending him. He leans in close, and I can smell cigarettes on his breath.

Smoking is not cool.

“You’ve been trying to avoid me, Will. Did you really think you could hide at home with Mommy, and never have to come out again?”

I stare at him, wondering why he chose me to pick on. I didn’t even know his name until he flagged me down and shoved my head down a toilet six months ago. I was just a kid, keeping my head down, studying and learning like I should. Now here I am, pressed against a fence, wondering why they decided I was good enough to take extra special effort to attack. I don’t bother answering him; it’ll only make him worse. My answers won’t make a difference. If I answer, I’m wrong. If I don’t answer, I’m wrong.

“Are you fucking mute, you little cunt?”

My body jerks. I hate that word, it’s so…vulgar. I let my eyes move to the four other guys standing like protective pack animals around Marcel. I don’t know their names; they’re not significant enough. The tall boy with orange hair looks nervous, like he knows what’s about to happen could put him in a world of trouble - but he’s still here, still making the choice to stay. The other two guys are stony faced, and fully aware of their part in this attack.

I still don’t answer him. If I just let them beat me, it’ll go away quicker.

“You’re a freak, Will, do you know that?” Marcel hisses, leaning in closer.

Of course I know that. I wouldn’t be pinned against a fence if I didn’t know that.

Bullies are so dumb.

Marcel raises his fist, and brings it down over my face, cracking my nose so hard blood spurts onto his shirt. I don’t cry out, because that’s what he wants, but the pain radiating through my head is nearly enough to make me beg. Nearly. Marcel takes hold of my shirt, and his grey eyes scan my face. He’s panting, as though I’ve shoved him into an alley and challenged him. Like this is my fault. The world is twisted like that, and it’s a lesson I’ve learned the hard way.

“You know,” he growls, locking eyes with me. “I heard my girl saying how handsome you were the other day. Do you know how much it sucks to have my girl saying that a freak is handsome? Especially a freak that’s only what? Thirteen years old? Your dick would be no bigger than a tube of damned lipstick, yet she thinks you’re handsome!”

I wouldn’t know how much it sucks to have a girl say that, because I don’t have a girl.

Again, bullies are dumb.

“Don’t answer me, you little twerp. It doesn’t matter. I will make sure by the time you leave this alley; you’re not handsome anymore. I won’t have my competition being some little weasel that can’t even speak.”

I taste blood filling my mouth, and my nose is pounding so heavily I’m almost sure I can hear my own heart in my head. I don’t take my eyes from Marcel. They say look danger right in the eye; it gives you power and strength. I don’t feel powerful right now, in fact, I don’t really feel anything. Someone like me doesn’t fight, I’m the underdog, and underdogs are weak. Everyone knows it.

Marcel reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a pocket knife. The heart that feels like it’s in my head begins thumping even harder. I try not to show fear, I try to stand tall and take what he dishes out with strength, but that’s not so easy when your attacker is waving around a pocket knife.

“She said it was your eyes,” he begins, lazily tracing circles on his palm with the blade. “She said they’re the most stunning eyes she’s ever seen. Like the ocean.”

I didn’t know my eyes were like the ocean.

He takes hold of my shirt, yanking me close. “No one is more appealing to my girl, than me.”

They say bad things happen in slow motion, they’re right. I feel Marcel throw me down onto the floor. I feel every movement as my body slammed into the dirt. I feel his body weight coming over me, his knees pinning me down as I squirm. I feel his friend take my arms, pulling them above my head, while another puts a hand over my mouth. With my nose pouring with blood, that makes it difficult to breathe.

I feel the knife ripping into my skin as I thrash my head from side to side, and I can feel the blood pouring down the sides of my face. Each time he attempts to stab me, I move and the knife only slices through the skin around my eye. My pained wails fill the alley, but no one comes to help me. No one is around in the one moment of my life that I need them.

I know what I’ll remember most about that day, and that is the moment he finally manages to drive the knife into my eye.

I don’t feel pain, not right away. Instead I hear the popping sound, as his blade pierces right through. Then I feel pressure as he twists. It’s only when he yanks it out of its socket, that I start to scream. Then the pain is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Words cannot begin to explain the horror I feel as darkness begins to invade my body. I know my face is covered in blood, because it drips down to soak my hair. I know I bite his friends hand so hard I nearly take off his finger.

I don’t know what they’re saying, or even acknowledge the moment when they run away. All I know was that I am bleeding to death in an alley, missing an eye. Red fills my vision as the blood begins to cover every part of my face. I know I’m still screaming, even though I can’t hear it. All I can hear is an excessive ringing in my ears. I can’t even move my hands to cover my eye, in an attempt to protect the empty socket. I can do nothing but lay and scream, witnessing a pain that I’ll never witness again in my life, and wondering what I did to deserve it.

No one deserves to die.

But I do die that day.

And in my place, a monster is born.

About the Author

Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She's crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell's Knights was released in August 2013.

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The Song Of My Spirit

The Song of My Spirit

Week Five

By Kristen Debler

I read a blog the other day that was written by a plus size model. I happened to look at her pictures and she was gorgeous. Do you want to know why? Because she was confident and happy with her own body and who she was. She was comfortable in her own skin. Her words made me think and they made me cry. They made me cry because I started thinking about my own self-image and what the media (and society) has done to my self-image. I started to think about how much control other people have over how I think about myself. I mean, think about this. Thousands of people that I don’t even know, control how I feel about my SELF IMAGE. 

Why is that? 

I think it’s because there are a lot of things about me that I don’t like or that I’m not comfortable with. The biggest thing that I am not comfortable with is my weight. One of the things that gets to me is that people cannot get past my weight, like it is the only thing they see or that is important about me; the only thing that matters. People look at me and judge me on it and they treat me differently because of it. They look at it like a contagious disease that if they get too close to me they might somehow get it. I do admit that I have gained a significant amount of weight in the past few years but I have been chubby since I hit puberty. But it was something about myself that I have never liked or accepted because of the comments of other people. 

The ironic thing is, that I do not eat more than any normal person, I do not gorge on sweets, candies or cakes. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like my share of sweets too but I love carrots, broccoli, snap peas, berries, yogurt and cottage cheese. The only issue is that I am short and all of my fat goes to my stomach and nowhere else. If I was taller, I would probably be more proportionate. Maybe someone could invent a stretcher and add some inches on me. I wouldn't mind.

The reason that I started working on my weight this year was because I had gotten to a point, in my life, where I was physically unhappy. My back was killing me and it hurt to walk and even to stand for long periods of time. I had never experienced that before. I used to walk places all of the time. It even hurt to do normal day things at times. At this rate I would be wheel chair ridden if I continued my path. The most basic part of life I was having troubles with; walking. I could not do that for myself. So, I set a goal to lose weight or do things that would make it easier for me to live life with movement and no constraints. I don’t want to miss life because I couldn't get up and see it.

I believed that I gained this excess weight for many reasons. First, I believe that I have a thyroid problem that makes it harder to lose weight because it slows down your metabolism. I seem to have 9 out of 10 symptoms. The second reason is stress. But the most important reason is because I am UNHAPPY with myself. I let myself go because I lost who I was. I remember an independent person and all I see is a needy one. There are steps that I need to take to find that independent, lovable, confident Kristen who is somewhere hiding inside me. The girl who fought to get into Law School. The girl who has fought and done so much in her life to get her here. But there is a lot that I want to learn and do. I do not want to be held back or constrained for any reason. I WANT to be HAPPY!

                                                                                      

The blog that I read the other day was about people associating being overweight with being unhealthy. This isn't necessarily true. You can still be big and be healthy or skinny and unhealthy. Weight isn't necessarily about food but genetics. Society needs to work on teaching girls about a positive image. And to love, not hate, who they are. I know that I need to reflect a positive image on myself. There is no change without self-love. If you do not love yourself enough then you will not work hard enough to change and make a better you. I do realize that I can be big, healthy and happy. I NEED to stop letting others control how I feel about myself. I think that this blog is helping me do that.

Song of My Spirit is my ongoing journey of knowledge, positive self–image and the path I walk to find a better me. Writing this blog piece inspired me to start writing a poem. I have had a huge creative block the past couple of years and the other day it just hit me and I had to write it down. This is just the beginning of the piece that I have stated writing. It is the rising up part of my journey. The part when I realize that I need to dance.

Song of my spirit: Hena Mi (Rise up)

Hena Mi…. Dance….

Hena Mi…Dance…

Stomp!

To the rhythm of my heart beat

The beat that flows through mother earth.

Thump…thump….

Thump…thump…

Like a drum connected around the world.

I close my eyes and I listen to the dance

Carried on the wind

And it cleanses me,

Like the sweet smell of sage

From this blackness that pervades me.

This blackness that follows my footsteps,

Elludes my path

And leaves me lost and bewildered.

Where am I supposed to go?

Unu (grandmother), Apu (Father),

I feel sticky

Almost as if have been caught in spider’s web

Unaware of when he was looking for innocent prey.

Unu, can you find me?

Listen to the beat of the earth.

I will continue to dance

So that you can find me.

COVER REVEAL!! Keep Me by Leighton Del Mia

Keep Me (A Hero Novella) by Leighton Del Mia

Release Date: February 27, 2014

Cover Designer: Cover It! Designs

Cover Photographer: Alexander A. Kharlamov

Synopsis

“I will disappoint you. I will hurt you. If I could be different, I would. But I don’t think I can.”

Declarations and sacrifices have been made. After three years, a better life is finally on the horizon. But when the past leaves marks that are both painful and permanent, is there ever such a thing as starting over? Can memories be replaced or forgotten—and should they be?

Keep Me is a follow-up novella for Hero readers who want a glimpse of life after breakfast. It is only intended to be enjoyed after Hero and is not a standalone. It is entirely optional and not essential to the original plot.

About the Author

Leighton Del Mia lives behind large sunglasses and under massive headphones. She can usually be found behind and under these things at any Starbucks on the West Coast, which is where she writes twisty books between sips of black coffee.

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NEW RELEASE & GIVEAWAY!! High-Stakes Loving by Fiona Archer

High-Stakes Loving (King's Bluff, Wyoming #2) by Fiona Archer

Erotica / BDSM

Publisher: Siren Publishing 

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Synopsis

Former SEALs Quinn and Mike have discovered in King's Bluff, Wyoming, a town that embraces ménage and BDSM lifestyles. Even better, they found a sweet woman they could love--if they could only gain the shy librarian's trust. Overhearing that she adores capture fantasy books, the two Doms know exactly how to get her attention.

Trapped between two experienced Masters, Reagan surrenders. They're commanding, determined, yet gentle, and everything she ever wanted. Even as she learns what it is to be cherished, a secret from the past emerges, threatening her reputation. She hires her lovers to investigate, expecting them to be on her side. But the damning evidence they uncover rocks their relationship.

As pressure for the truth mounts, danger stalks Reagan. Someone out there believes secrets are best left buried.

Long-held misconceptions and fears stand in their way, risking their futures and allowing the threat closer. The three must fight as one for their love to survive.
 

Excerpt

Mike pushed the door closed with the kind of unhurried movement that reeked of confidence. He leaned back against the wood, crossing his arms over his chest. Quinn stepped forward, hat in one hand and a black gym bag in the other.

She frowned and glanced up at his face.

“A SEAL always keeps a bag handy. Mike and I have everything we need in here.” He dropped the bag at his feet, followed by his hat.

“Everything?” She guessed he meant more than a clean shirt and deodorant.

“For tonight anyway.” Quinn stalked forward, his body now so close she had to lift her chin high to meet his gaze. “Reality-check time. I’ll ask you again. Do you want this, Reagan? Because we’re not some pansy-ass Ken doll version of Doms.” He caught her wrists and drew them behind her back, holding them there with one hand.

Her pussy throbbed. She tested his hold, wanting, no, needing to struggle. He tightened his grip. Firm. Inescapable.

Quinn used his grip to push her up against him. “You’re caught, sweetness. And that’s just a preview of things to come. We’re gonna order you about, tie you up, eat your pussy till you’re begging us to let you come, say no because that’s the kind of bastards we are, then we’re gonna eat you up all over again.” He lifted his free hand and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I want to discover all the ways you light up when we bury our cocks inside that warm heaven between your legs. You’ll come when we say so and not before. Defy us and you’ll be punished. Still interested?”

Dominated. Tied. Theirs.

Her mouth opened but her voice refused to cooperate.

Mike pushed off the door. “We need the words, Reagan.”

“Y-yes.”

Quinn lessened his hold until her hands fell away to her sides. Somehow, the action left her…bereft.

“Strip,” Mike ordered.

“Here, in the hallway?” They had to be kidding.

Mike’s mouth pressed down in a harsh line. But it was his cold stare washing over her like an icy bath that made her gulp.

She hurried to remove her shirt and tank top. Her fingers struggled to get a grip, as if covered in woolen mittens. Why did the guys have to stand so close?

Dragging the tank top over her head, the easy-fit cotton now impersonated skin-tight spandex, hooking on her elbows until with one hard pull, she managed to lurch free. Sexy, Reagan. With her gaze lowered, she dropped the clothing at her feet.

Thank God for front-closing bras. Her breasts spilled out. Don’t think about all that pale skin. Just hurry. They’re waiting. The white cotton joined the rest of her clothing. After toeing off her sneakers, she pulled her panties down with her jeans.

The cool air wafted over her bare skin. She shivered. There she was, naked in front of Mike and Quinn. And yet, every part of her was alive with a slow burn that kindled from deep between her legs. She moved her gaze from Quinn’s boots to her chest. The hard points of her nipples stood like beacons, screaming her arousal.

Oh, heck, her breasts. She raised her arms.

“Hands by your sides, sugar.” Quinn’s deep voice cut in.

Lowering her hands was like refusing to swim even as the water closed over her head. Her fingers twitched. A tightness filled her belly. Standing there, like a horse on display, seemed so wrong. Shouldn’t she argue back?

“We’re going to push you, Reagan. Well beyond what you’re used to from a partner. In or out of bed.” Mike tilted his head. “Have you been with a Dom before?”

“No.” Only in her dreams. This reality was so much more.

Mike walked behind her.

She forced herself not to swivel around. Look ahead. Chin up.

A line of knuckles brushed against her butt cheek.

She started. Her breasts jiggled.

Mike’s chuckle singed her ears. “Easy, sub.”

She dragged her gaze up to Quinn’s face. The heat of his stare made her stomach muscles quiver, as if he’d twirled a feather over her belly button.

“Ever been tied up?” Mike’s hand curved over her hip.

“No.” Her face heated. It seemed so foreign and carnal, talking about bondage in such a matter-of-fact way.

“Spanked?”

“N-no.” She coughed past the shag pile carpet coating her throat. “I haven’t done anything, besides, you know, normal stuff.” Two lovers at college and an ex-boyfriend in Sheridan. All missionary men, and she wasn’t talking bibles.

This time Quinn chuckled. “We’re gonna open up a whole new world for you, sweetheart.” 

 

Chloe's Double Draw (King's Bluff, Wyoming #1)

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I live in the sunny environs of Sydney, Australia, and share a house with my dog, Letty. Oh, and the flock of cockatoos that take over the back yard each afternoon, demanding their feed of Arnott's Milk Arrowroot Biscuits. Things get a little noisy around 3.00pm in our household.

My love of romance started back when I was twelve and my mum's stash of Mills and Boon novels proved too much of a temptation. At fifteen, I decided the life of a romance writer was for me. Some...ah...years later, I've clawed together enough gumption to make my dream a reality.

When not sitting in front of the computer, I can be found in the garden or enthralled watching a murder mystery DVD. I limit myself to reading other authors' work between writing my own stories. Books are my 'shiny' distractions.

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Crystal Gardens (Ladies of Lantern Street #1) by Amanda Quick

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Evangeline has taken a sabbatical from her day job and retired to the country to write her first novel.  Of course, that's not the only reason - there was that little matter of a violent altercation involving her last case.  And then there is the inspiration to be found for a supernatural novel in the local Roman ruins and the country house known as Crystal Gardens which locals prefer to avoid.  Sadly, after completing four chapters of the novel she is extremely uninspired, suffering both boredom and writer's block.

Additional inspiration strikes when our heroine flees her cottage for Crystal Gardens pursued by a murderer with a knife and falls almost literally into the arms of Lucas, the new owner of Crystal Gardens.  The carnivorous plants in the Night Garden get the attempted murderer, so Lucas attempts to get to the bottom of the attack by interviewing Evangeline.  Not much is resolved so he returns her to her cottage before anyone sees them together.  [The setting is Victorian so seeing the heroine, dressed only in her wrapper, in the company of the hero would be far more shocking than a contemporary heroine who moonlights as Miss Kitty Galore at the local strip club.]  Evangeline now has the cure for her writer's block and her boredom, she will make the villain of her piece into the hero and model him after the fascinating Lucas!

Lucas sends for an aunt to provide propriety to the situation and has Evangeline move into Crystal Gardens so he can protect her while trying to solve the crime.  To Lucas’ dismay, more and more family members appear throughout the story adding further complexities to the story line.  Besides solving murders, attempted murders, thefts, and the mystery of the out-of-control gardens; Evangeline deals with Lucas' stepmother who has dark secrets and a taste for melodrama, the matchmaking aunt and the much-younger and scientifically, but not psychically, inclined siblings.

This is a paranormal romance.  The hero, the heroine, the heroine's friends, the plants, AND the pool in the garden all possess some sort of psychic power.  Despite the psychic stuff, this is NOT an Arcane Society novel - so don't spend your time looking around virtual corners expecting them to show up.  They don't. 

This is historical romantic suspense - it has sexual tension but not a whole lot of sex - and what occurs is not detailed. Krentz is great writer - whether she is in her Amanda Quick, Jayne Ann Krentz, or Jayne Castle mode.  Her characters are fascinating, the dialogue is witty, and the plots are page turning.  Probably because it is a Victorian setting, this book is 'cooler' in tone than some of her others.  If you are new to the author you might want to start with one of her earlier novels - Scandal perhaps, or Ravished.  Of course that might be because the Victorian era was never a personal interest of mine but she does make it breathe...

Good read? Yes.  Will there be more in this series?  Undoubtedly.  Will I buy them?  Definitely.  And the ultimate accolade?  My husband liked it too...

Skye's Trail (Angelini #1) by Jory Strong

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Synopsis

For Skye Delano, the hunt and the kill are sometimes inexorably tied together. Her origins shrouded behind an impenetrable wall of mental pain, Skye has survived and evolved into a tracker, a hunter who metes out justice to those who prey on the helpless. Alone but not lonely, she's been content with her life. But now her body is changing and there's an underlying craving that's left her restless. She needs to take a mate - or rather, two mates...

Detective Rico Santana wants and needs Skye - for himself, and to track a couple of kids who have gone missing. In all the centuries that Giovanni Banderali has been alive, he's never desired any woman enough to bind her to him as a companion. That changed the moment he saw Skye. She's a threat to the fledgling vampires he's searching for, but nothing will stop him from claiming her - not even the Angelini blood that flows through her veins. Adversaries, natural enemies - dangerous allies - the bond that links them is stronger than lust, more powerful than love. When an Angelini chooses a mate, no man can resist

Review
A good read, the author has constructed an interesting new paranormal race - the Angelini. The heroine is an Angelini with no knowledge of her past and incomplete knowledge of her powers or needs who spends her time as a hunter for justice. Justice she sometimes administers ... As the story progresses she finds her mates - one is a human cop who is not happy with her breaking the laws and exposing herself to danger, the other is a vampire who is not happy about the exposing herself to danger part or her ability to throw off his thrall. Neither of them is happy about sharing ...

The plot involves missing girls and wannabe vampires ... along with murder, assorted mayhem, and black magic. And, oh yeah, neither the cop nor the heroine believe in vampires ...

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