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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Let's Extend a Warm Welcome to Jianne Carlo!

Thank you for hosting me today, Ann. I love your site’s colors and crispness.

 My name’s Jianne Carlo, and I write across several genres: contemporary, paranormal, SEAL/Military, romantic suspense, and historicals. Because I’m easily bored, I even mix the genres and my latest release, Prymal Passion is a cross-breed—it’s paranormal, SEAL/Military, and romantic suspense.

Today, I’ll be giving away a free copy of Prymal Passion to one lucky commenter. Leave your email address in the comment and you’re eligible for the giveaway.


Prymal Passion Blurb:

The primal call of Mate Claim sparks a battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, & Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction. To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species & pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, & Feral. And war begins…

Rogue Shifter Bandit Winston lives for the moment. At thirty-seven, he’s resigned himself to life without a mate and makes out like a bandit in all walks of life. No commitments, no strings, tons of women, wine, and eclectic food. The last thing he expects is to recognize the woman who’s trespassing on his property as his mate. Kata’s on the run with her daughter and agrees to stay with him only until she finds the sanctuary she’s seeking. Can Bandit live up to his nickname and steal Kata’s heart before she leaves him?


Here’s an excerpt from Prymal Passion, Prymal Book Three:

In this scene Kata’s on the run in fear for her life and that of her toddler, Natusya. She’s trespassing on Navy SEAL Rogue shifter Bandit’s property. He’s been hunting her for three nights and finally captured her a few minutes earlier.

Natusya let out a little whimper. Kata swayed from side to side and cuddled the toddler closer. The image of her mother, Britta, gasping her last breath filled Kata’s brain. Britta had made her swear on the cross she now wore around her neck to keep Natusya safe. She had not travelled thousands of miles to have them killed by crazy white supremacists.

Kata held her breath when the ATV jerked to a stop a few feet away from them.

A cowboy, complete with Stetson, boots, and lethal silver-wheel spurs swung out of the driver’s seat. He reminded her of Brad Pitt in Legends of the Fall, only prettier. Eyes the turquoise of a tropical lagoon shimmered in the gloominess.

His spurs jangled when he ambled over to them. He tipped his hat, lifted a square chin, and inspected Kata and Natusya. A crooked smile deepened twin dimples. The cowboy’s incredible handsomeness combined with that mouth-watering grin and those mesmerizing eyes had her dumbfounded.

She reminded herself to be afraid.

“Ain’t that just your fricking Irish luck, Bandit? You go a-hunting vermin and catch a modern-day Madonna and her angel-child?”

A stiff crosswind chased dirt, rubble, and tumbleweeds across the gulley. The moon reappeared and Kata choked back a gasp when she saw him, Bandit, clearly. Mother Mary, he looked like a Highlander bandit, with those craggy features, and piercing eyes of a hue too midnight and navy to be real. He had inky eyelashes too long and curly to belong to a man. She stared his full, sensuous mouth and had the insane urge to tongue-tickle the seam.

Kata shook her head. She had gone off her rocker, or maybe Alzheimer’s really was contagious.

Bandit snorted. “Madonna? More she-devil. Little witch took a shot at me, stabbed me with this puny dagger, and bit my ear.”

Her temper went ballistic, she shouted, “Where’s the blood? I know I tasted blood. And I know got you in the arm with my penknife.”

Natusya reacted to her barked question and growled statements with a yelp and a drumming of her heels on Kata’s belly and butt. Kata rocked back and forth on her heels, and murmured, “Hush manYUnya.”

“Russian?” The cowboy asked.

“Ukrainian, the equivalent of hush little one. Contain your tantrum, Kata. You’re upsetting your daughter. Keep an eye on ‘em, Kydd. Kata’s stashed her and the baby’s stuff on the ridge. I’ll be back in a few.” Bandit dusted his hands, crouched a tad, and leapt.

Kata’s jaw sagged.

Natusya giggled. She chortled in delight. “Fly. Fly like he. Mama.”

“Oops. Pretend you didn’t see that, honey. It’s the wolf and lion in him.” Kydd tipped the brim of his hat. “Don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Kydd Kolton.”

He had such an engaging grin that Kata couldn’t help smiling at him. “That’s an unusual name. It sounds kind of familiar. And you look familiar, too.”

She had entered loony land, or trespassed into some sort of alternate reality, where she and Natusya had just become prisoners of a cowboy charmer and a man who leapt like a mountain lion. Right now she should be panicking, or screaming, or running for her life, not simply standing there catching files with her open mouth.

“Do you go to the movies, Kata?”

Oh yeah. Her brain cells had fried to cinders. “Yes.”

When he removed his hat and dragged a hand through his tousled shoulder-length hair, a vague memory stirred. “You’re Kydd Kolton. You’re in those car movies. What was the name of the last one?”

“Kolton Krazy.” A deep slash of scarlet stained his bronzed cheeks.

All at once Bandit landed in a thud of dust and rocks right in front of Kata. One minute he wasn’t there, the next he was. He had to have jumped from the ridge above them. She swallowed around the huge fright marble clogging her throat. No normal human being could make that jump without fracturing a bone. Had she found the Wylfen Britta’d told her about?


I hope you enjoyed the excerpt and would love to hear from you. Thanks again to Ann for being such a generous host.


Don’t forget to leave your email address in your comment. I’ll announce the winner on Wednesday, January 21, on my site (listed below), Facebook, and Twitter.

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Have a terrific Tuesday!


Jianne Carlo





Monday, January 19, 2015

A Warm Welcome to Award-Winning Author, Clarissa Johal!

 "The shadows hadn't been waiting. The shadows had been invited."



Book Details:

Title: STRUCK 

Genre: Paranormal Gothic Horror 

Author(s): Clarissa Johal 

Publisher: Musa Publishing 

Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten 

ISBN: 978-1-61937-690-8 

Number of Pages: 255 





After a painful breakup, Gwynneth Reese moves in with her best friend and takes a job at a retirement home. She grows especially close to one resident, who dies alone the night of a terrific storm. On the way home from paying her last respects, Gwynneth is caught in another storm and is struck by lightning. She wakes in the hospital with a vague memory of being rescued by a mysterious stranger. Following her release from the hospital, the stranger visits her at will and offers Gwynneth a gift--one that will stay the hands of death. Gwynneth is uncertain whether Julian is a savior or something more sinister... for as he shares more and more of this gift, his price becomes more and more deadly.


Excerpt from STRUCK:

A bolt of blue-white lightning snaked from the sky and hit the ground in front of her. The thunderclap that shattered the air was deafening. Gwynneth slammed on her brakes and skidded. It was a slow skid, or it seemed to be. Spinning around and around in a circle, she felt like she was watching herself from afar. Time felt like it was slowing. Oddly enough, she found herself wondering if there would be white or red flowers on Hannah’s casket. Or maybe none at all.

Gwynneth’s face smacked against the steering wheel. Reality hit her along with the pain. She had forgotten to wear her seatbelt. She pressed her fingers lightly to her throbbing temple and winced. “Shit!” Thankfully, she was in one piece. Gwynneth opened the car door. Lightning lit the area and bathed her senses in a flash of blue-white. Icy rain hit her skin. Stupid! You left your jacket back at the funeral home. She ran around the car and checked all the tires. The back one was flat, and on top of that, her car was quite obviously stuck in a ditch. “Great.” She had no spare tire, she knew that for sure. She also had no idea which way led back to the retirement home. Her headlights cast a weak glow through the rain. Soaked to the skin and shivering, Gwynneth peered into the darkness. A muddy road meandered across saturated fields and off into nothingness.

She sloshed back to her car and quickly turned the engine off. She certainly didn’t need a dead battery on top of a flat tire. “Okay, Gwen,” she said aloud, “you need to figure out what to do.” Rain ran in rivulets down her face and her tie-dyed T-shirt stuck to her like a second skin. I’m a soggy, shivering rainbow. She started to walk and cursed the fact that her cell phone wasn’t charged. Seth was always bugging her about that. “Suck it up, Gwen. It rains in Oregon too.” The inky blackness was disconcerting. Lightning intermittently illuminated the area like the flash of a camera. A snapshot of a road to nowhere. Gwynneth hoped that she was at least walking in the right direction. Her teeth were chattering so hard she was in danger of biting her own tongue. Thunder rolled up her spine and along her scalp like probing fingers.

Her thoughts wandered back to Hannah. A diary. I wonder what she wrote about? She wouldn’t read it, of course, it was private. I’m sure she just wants me to throw it away so her children don’t either. A pang of loss sliced through the cold and Gwynneth shook it off. They had spent countless hours chatting and Hannah never mentioned a diary. She bit her lip. If she could only turn back time, Gwynneth would have told her how much their time together had meant. Hannah had always encouraged her to start painting again, but also understood why Gwynneth couldn’t.

A loud ‘crack’ sounded and an iridescent white light surrounded her. Two things registered: a searing pain that ripped down her back and the ground which seemed to be pulled away from her at an alarming speed.

* * * *


Pain shot through the back of Gwynneth’s head as she opened her eyes. Somebody was standing over her. She tried to focus on the face, but it hurt too much. A cool hand slid across her forehead. She opened her eyes again.

Pale, almost white eyes. High cheekbones, aquiline nose, and a well-shaped mouth. Long, white hair. Ageless. Beautiful, like a Michelangelo. All of those details registered with clarity before agony ripped through her body. She arched her back and cried out. The man murmured something into her ear which she couldn’t understand. She could feel the vibration of his voice and his breath on her neck as he gathered her in his arms. She opened her eyes and saw lightning fork to the ground silently behind him. She blacked out again.

* * * *

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Praise for STRUCK: 

Lovely Reads
 "This book grabs you in right away and hold your attention...I so loved this book and didn't put it down until the very end."

Straight from the Library "The characters are well drawn and likable....The action is fast paced-- I read the book in one sitting."

Bex'n'Books "This is a spooky thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat. You won't be able to put it down because you must finish it to see what happens, even if it keeps you up late at night to do so."

Bibliophilic Book Blog "STRUCK will get beneath your skin from the very beginning. Gwen’s a likable character with a difficult past and tenuous future after meeting Julian. I liked the secondary characters, especially Fenten and Poppy. The characters were definitely all well-developed and engaging."


About the Author:


Clarissa Johal has worked as a veterinary assistant, zoo-keeper aide and vegetarian chef. Writing has always been her passion. When she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing or taking photographs of gargoyles. She shares her life with her husband, two daughters and every stray animal that darkens the doorstep. One day, she expects that a wayward troll will wander into her yard, but that hasn’t happened yet.


*Member of the Author's Guild


Coming May 19, 2015 from Permuted Press

VOICES, a paranormal psychological horror


STRUCK, a paranormal gothic horror

(2014) Musa Publishing

*Winner of the Indie Book of the Day Award

BETWEEN, a story of the paranormal

(2012) Musa Publishing

*Second place in the Preditors and Editors Readers Poll 2012

*Paranormal Reads gives BETWEEN 4 out of 5 Bats


PRADEE, a young adult fantasy

(2010) CreateSpace

*Second round finalist in Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award Contest 2012


Short stories:


PIGEONS, published in the literary journal Susurrus

THE ROPE, published in the literary journal Susurrus




A WAY OF LIFE, published in The Sacramento Bee


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Sunday, December 28, 2014

Old Blood and Ancient Power...

Dark Pursuit
Soul Storm, Book 2

Amazon Top 100 Bestseller!

By Ann Gimpel


Genre: Urban Fantasy
Old blood and ancient power pit themselves against evil so dark, deep, and menacing it changes everyone who comes into contact with it. And not for the better.

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Book Description:

Widespread rioting, plus shortages of fuel, food, and electricity lure demons across the veil to invade Earth. Drawn by anarchy, they’re out of control, drunk on their own power, and growing stronger by the day.

With her life crumbling around her, Dr. Lara McInnis is reluctantly roped into channeling her unpredictable psychic talents to help a detective who saved her from a psychopathic killer. Problem is, she’s still quite the neophyte in terms of either summoning her magic, or bending it to do much of anything. Her lack of skill strands her in the murky underbelly of a world inhabited by dark forces.

Trevor Denoble may not be psychic, but his old blood gives him gifts as well. After years of uncertainty, Lara is really and truly finally his. He’s determined to keep her by his side, but she refuses to cooperate. The detective’s daughter is trapped in darkness, and Lara insists on going after her—to a place barred to Trevor. Not to be denied, he latches onto his Celtic blood and uncovers latent power. No stranger to violence, more blood on his hands is a small price to pay to keep the woman he loves safe.


…Fingers hesitant on the keypad—the last thing she needed was another snag in a life that already felt way too complicated—Lara entered the number. Seconds later, Detective Brad Archer’s familiar voice answered, “Archer here. That you, Lara?”

“Yes,” she replied. Normally, she’d have asked what he needed, but a part of her didn’t want to know. Detective Archer had shot and wounded Ken Beauchamp, setting a string of events into play that led to the man’s eventual capture. Since Beauchamp was dead, Lara assumed Archer must want something from her—and pretty badly to call at such an ungodly hour.

There was a pause, typical of what law enforcement officers did when they thought they might have a reluctant recruit on the other end of the phone. Lara’s stomach tightened, and she relaxed her grip on the phone because her hand was cramping.

“I—I’m calling to ask a favor, Dr. McInnis,” he began formally.

She girded herself for whatever the request might be. Trev and I owe him big time. If it’s a favor, I’ll have to at least try to help, even though I’m so overwhelmed with everything else I’m drowning.

“It’s my daughter, Adriana,” Brad choked out, anguish blasting through the phone lines. “Lara—she’s missing.”

“That’s terrible! What happened?” Shocked by his revelation, she sat up straighter in bed. More than that, though, she was confused why he was calling her. “Don’t you have an entire fleet of officers who hunt for missing persons?”

“Yes, we do. Even a couple psychics. That’s the problem, Doctor, uh, Lara. Even with all that, they’ve been hunting for her for almost a week and haven’t found a single lead.”

“How old is she?” Lara asked. Warnings rained from her psychic side, but she ignored them.

“Seventeen.” Archer’s voice was about an octave too high and strained.

“Maybe it’s not as bad as you think,” Lara suggested gently. “After all, teenagers are notorious for this sort of thing. Are you certain she didn’t run off with some boy? Or that she’s not holed up with a girlfriend? Did you or your wife have a fight with her?”

“No fights, but I’m not sure about either of the other two,” Brad admitted. “Look, Lara, I know you’re busy, but I could really use your, ah, special abilities to help me.” He sighed heavily, and his breath whistled from between what sounded like clenched teeth. “There’s not even a fucking clue, Doctor. Not one. My men have worked this thing to within an inch of its life.”

Tormented words tore out of him. “Her car’s disappeared, which isn’t all that unusual in kidnapping cases, but so have her motor vehicle and school records. Whatever happened to her, it wiped her off the face of the Earth. Christ, her hospital birth records don’t even exist anymore. And my wife…” He stopped, obviously struggling for control. “She’s been sedated for the past three days. When she wakes up, she starts screaming. Adriana was…is our only child.”

Lara closed her eyes. The amulet hanging around her neck pricked unpleasantly. So there’s magic involved here.


“Yes, I’m still here. I’m thinking.”

“Please.” The single word held all the angst of a man caught in an ever-tightening web.

“Okay, I’ll meet you wherever you want around noon.”

“I’ll come to you,” he said quickly. “Your office?”

“Yes,” she replied. “If you brought lunch, we could eat while we work.”

“No problem,” Archer replied. “Thanks, Lara.” Before he rang off, she heard him crying, sobbing actually, in great, gulping gasps. More than anything, that gave her pause. He was tough, a twenty year veteran of the police force. Her fears about what she’d just agreed to skyrocketed when the amulet—with its uncanny sensitivity to psychic events—radiated disapproval by sending waves of bitter cold against her skin…

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Dark Prophecy; Are You Ready for Soul Storm?

Dark Prophecy
Soul Storm, Book 1

Amazon Top 100 Bestseller!
By Ann Gimpel
Genre: Urban Fantasy
When the dream world spills its murky contents, everyone’s worst nightmares run free.


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Book Description:
Dr. Lara McInnis reads auras and flirts with an elusive ability to foretell the future. Ambivalent about the magic within her, she’s done a fine job ignoring other aspects of her power—until now. After several patients—and a student or two—describe the same cataclysmic dream, she uncovers ancient evil intent on draining her power. Lara knows next to nothing about her psychic side, but it will destroy her if she can’t come to terms with it.
Trevor Denoble has secrets, but he shields them well with a stunning body and a boatload of British charm. The airline he works for folds because there’s no fuel for the planes, and Lara’s changing into someone he barely recognizes. Though he doesn’t know it yet, the rest of his carefully crafted life is about to come crashing down too. 
Living in a world teetering on the edge of anarchy, Trevor and Lara are faced with a series of painful decisions. Is the love between them enough for Trevor to swallow his distrust of Lara’s burgeoning paranormal ability? Will their personal demons tear them apart in a world gone mad, as shortages of everything from electricity to food escalate?

…Hours later, Lara let herself out of her office, reached back in to activate the alarm, and then locked the door behind her. Arabel had gone home at six. Normally her receptionist left a note if there was something she needed to communicate. Tonight there hadn’t been any notes because there weren’t any patients she needed to call. But there had been a few zucchinis from Arabel’s lovingly-tended garden. Lara was grateful, both for the organic produce and for the lack of patient-related affairs to attend to. She was tired and hoped nobody had a crisis that evening.
She double-checked the pager that lived clipped to her belt. As she moved away from the front door of her building, she stumbled. The outside light was out—when had that happened?—and it was very dark in the shadows of the cavernous front porch. She made a grab for the railing to steady herself and took a tentative step toward the street.
“Stop right there,” a familiar harsh voice boomed from behind her.
“Mr. Beauchamp. That is you, isn’t it?” Alarm ricocheted through her, but she knew intuitively it was important to hide her fear. “What do you want?” Though she aimed for nonchalance, her voice sounded thin and shaky. Is it Ken? Aw, Jesus, who else could it be? She closed her eyes, gathering data from an unseen realm she knew well. Once her energies were focused, she discerned his twisted energy field throbbing against the darkness. Better the devil you know flashed through her mind. Not necessarily came close on its heels, as she realized, with a sinking feeling, that Ken Beauchamp really was dangerous. She’d known it the first time he walked into her office, but drawn in by his wife’s soft helplessness, she’d ignored her concerns, compassion overriding common sense.
“I want to talk. No, don’t turn around.” The man’s voice held menace as it sliced into her tumbling thoughts.
“What do you want to talk about, Mr. Beauchamp?” With effort, she kept her voice steady. “Surely whatever it is can wait until tomorrow. You really do need to call my office and make an appointment.” There, that seems like about the right amount of bravado.
“What did you tell my wife today? When you were in the bathroom. You’d better tell me the truth.”
“Are you threatening me? Because if you are, I’ll call the cops and have you thrown off my property.” Anger was rapidly displacing her fear—or at least coexisting with it. She reached a hand into her bag in search of her phone.
“That wouldn’t be smart, Doc, not very smart at all. Take your hand out of that purse.”
Ken Beauchamp’s voice was mild, but an ominous undertone chilled her. Sweat gathered in her armpits and dripped down her sides. Think! she commanded herself. There’s got to be a way out of this.
“Well, Doctor?” Ken’s voice oozed sarcasm, with undercurrents of something darker and far more primal. “I asked you a simple question. Answer it and we can both go home.”
What was he doing? Lara dug deeper with her hyper-honed senses. His breathing seemed…uneven. Was he getting off by intimidating her?
Something clicked ominously. The snick of a gun’s safety mechanism? What else could that cold metallic snapping sound possibly be? Fighting fear that threatened to paralyze her, Lara asked, “How’s Bethany, Mr. Beauchamp? She’s all right isn’t she?” Despite her concerns for herself, Lara was suddenly frantic about Bethany.
“That’s none of your business anymore. We won’t be back. I just want to know what you told her today.”
“Why is that important to you?”
“I ask the questions around here.” Yes, Lara thought as she listened intently, he was practically panting. Oh shit, this guy’s a pervert on top of all his other less-than-stellar attributes. She flirted with flying down the porch steps and trying to outrun him, except she had dress shoes on and her heavy shoulder bag. What if he really did have a gun? She hadn’t heard the metal click again.
A car pulled to the curb in front of her building and she started, heart beating like a mad thing. Christ, is it one of his henchmen come to help out? Practically moaning aloud, she wondered what Ken Beauchamp had in mind for her…

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Paranormally Yours: A Boxed Set Chock Full of Delights

Paranormally Yours
Available for preorder on Amazon
Just .99
Releases 12/5

Seven of today’s hottest paranormal authors come together to bring you a boxed set guaranteed to keep you warm on a cold winter’s night. Do shifters make you howl? Or do you prefer the bite of a vampire? Perhaps the controlling hand of a demi-god is more your style. Paranormally Yours has a story—or seven—to set your pulse racing.

Check out the trailer and keep reading for snapshots of seven tantalizing tales.

The Reluctant Gift by Sotia Lazu

Salina has earned her one-year vacation on Earth, damn it! She’s been an exemplary sentinel for her pack, and saved all the universes.
Too bad she hasn’t been very effective at kicking Aherin to the curb. She had one little lapse in judgement—sleeping with the annoyingly persistent vampire—and now he just won’t leave.

As if that wasn’t enough, her holiday plans are spoiled, her world is turned upside down, and she’s going to miss out on a yummy family dinner, all because she’s kidnapped on Christmas Eve.

By Santa.

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Dreaming of a Wolf by Sofia Grey

Alun was Olivia's first, and he was supposed to be her forever. After a tragic accident steals him away, Olivia wonders how she can ever be whole again.

When he starts talking to her in her dreams, she has to ask herself: is she going mad with grief, or is there still a chance for their forever?
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Red Dawn by Ann Gimpel

Llyr is a whale shifter with a big problem. The seas are dying, poisoned by heavy metal contamination and barrels of trash. In a bold and desperate move, he and his mate Galatea, the Sea Witch, hatch up magic to allow him to spend as long as he needs to on Earth.
Masquerading as a marine biologist, Llyr signs on with a firm whose mission is to save the oceans. When his boss turns out to have malevolent underpinnings, Llyr returns to the sea for answers. With death lurking behind every corner, he and Galatea find themselves boxed into an impossible situation.

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Courting Mortality by Loralie Hall
Eli’s spent eternity thwarting the same family curse that granted his brother, Loki, ever-lasting fame. Eli kind of got screwed in that one. His plan to stay single and detached has worked for several millennia. And then he meets Marley. She's making him abandon all his resolutions, except the one that never lets him forget the curse. Falling for her means her death, and he won’t let that happen.

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For Heaven’s Cakes by Diane Saxon

Twelve years of living in Ireland smoothed Beau’s rough edges, and hard work as a construction worker made him a wealthy man. The call of his pack is stronger than he can resist though, and he isn’t averse to returning to show his small home town in America what he’s made of himself.

What he doesn’t anticipate is meeting the local pharmacist’s daughter - in his wolf form. By day, he renovates the pharmacy, and tries to cajole the lush assistant into having dinner with him. By night he watches Catherine bake her fantastic creations and blossom through her art.
Sleeping on her bed each night in his wolf form isn’t exactly ideal, but how does he tell her the wolf she’s come to love, is the man she lusts over?

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Uncaged by Christy Gissendaner

Mixed breed vampire shifter, Gabe Moncrief, has made a name for himself in the Cage, an arena where only the strong survive. He's training for the fight of his life--and vengeance--when Rain Pettis appears. As an Elemental - a supernatural being descended from Zeus himself - she holds the key to his future in the Cage.

As much as she loves her brothers, Rain needs to break away from their overwhelming influence to become her own person. Gabe is the only shifter capable of standing up to them. But when Rain learns a secret that tests her loyalty to her family, she has a decision to make. Does she risk it all for love? And can she bear watching Gabe endanger his life within the Cage?

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Pursuing Grace by Anita Cox

Though Grace McGovern just graduated college, she’s restless, has no idea what to do with her life and to top it off, she finds herself single and unsatisfied with relationships in general.

Roman intends to claim Grace and make her his mate and part of his pack. He’s searched for her for five years and now she’s within his longing grasp, apart from one minor problem. She has no idea she’s a wolf.

As Grace tries to identify and cope with her inner wolf, she also needs to figure out the unprecedented and undeniable pull Roman has on her. Could he finally offer her the fulfilling relationship for which she’s been yearning?

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