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Science Fiction Romance: Taken: The Vampire’s Concubine Part One by Desiree Broussard


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Vampire Romance, Science Fiction Romance, Futuristic Romance


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Keely was used to fighting to survive. It was the only way to live in the ruined and ravaged remains of humanity. Never in her wildest dreams did she really believe that vampires were real. At least she didn’t until the night she was abducted.

Taken and held captive with four other women, they quickly learn the reason for their abduction. Due to a genetic fluke, their blood contains the v factor… and the vampires want them to repopulate their world.

Expected to participate in a market and pick a mate, Keely is floored by her attraction to the sexy vampire that guards her. But he’s not the only one that wants her. How can any female choose?

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About the Author:

I’ve always had a fascination with vampires. My ideal man evolved from tall, dark, and sexy to tall, dark, and sexy with fangs. And so my fantasy was born.

My first release is Taken: The Vampire’s Concubine (Part One). If you like a safe and neat series, this is not for you. Taken is very dark in nature, with strong sexual themes, dangerous situations, and Gothic undertones throughout it. When you open the pages to my series, you’re stepping into a world ruled by beings that survive on blood. There’s nothing safe about that.

The year is 2050, and Keely has just been abducted from her home in small-town USA. Blindfolded and bound, she is taken into outer space and delivered into a world with three moons and no sun. Almost immediately, she discovers her fate. Due to a rare blood factor she’s been taken and now she’s expected to select a male vampire mate and breed.

The attraction between her and her guard is instantaneous, but where can it lead? Now a concubine, Keely is taken for her grooming. The market is quickly approaching, her future dark and uncertain. She’s destined to be a vampire’s concubine, but which one will she pick?

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YA Paranormal Romance Featured Book: Secrets of the Moon by Kristy Centeno @KrissyGirl122


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Young Adult/Paranormal Romance


secretofthemoonTitle: Secrets of the Moon

Publisher: Inkspell Publishing

Length: 487 pages

Author: Kristy Centeno

Cover: Najla Qamber

Teenager Marjorie Emery eluded death. As she struggles to get her life back on track, she believes her efforts are paying off. Yet, when a black dressing, unfriendly, and incredibly handsome hottie walks into her classroom, she’s forced into a tailspin. Marjorie has no idea how much his presence is going to shatter what little tranquility she’s achieved.
Kyran Rousseau’s gloomy nature has a name, one that is potentially fatal under the right circumstances. His family harbors secrets and does everything to protect Kyran. While, he doesn’t want to ruin Marjorie’s normal life, love has a way of changing his plans.
Falling for Kyran is the least of Marjorie’s worries. With a faceless threat hunting her and a boyfriend who’s as dangerous as he is good looking—how can Marjorie and Kyran keep all hell from breaking loose before it’s too late?

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The look he gave me then made me want to laugh. Before making a fool of myself, I bit my lip and turned away from him before I burst out laughing. I didn’t think he would appreciate me for laughing at his expense.
He cursed in French and it took a lot for me to refrain from chuckling. It sounded comical and at the same time it was incredibly sexy.
The feel of Angela elbowing me drew my attention away from Kyran. “What’s this all about?” she whispered.
“I wish I knew.” I didn’t even know why we were arguing, or why he was mad, for that matter. “When I find out, I’ll fill you in.”
“He’s one to talk.” Kyran finally spoke in a much more controlled tone. “He’s the biggest weirdo in our family.” Was it just me or did that sound very childish?
“He really didn’t say anything I hadn’t noticed already.”
We leered at each other then, each holding our own. But as I stared into his eyes, I could have sworn they changed colors, from silver to gray. Before I could take a second look, Kyran turned his face away.
“So, you think I’m not normal?” he asked nonchalantly.
“That depends on how you define normal,” I said while trying to take a second peek at his eyes, but he wouldn’t look directly at me. “I don’t know what to think of you, really. You confuse me.” Confused was an understatement. Here we were, arguing, after only knowing each other for a grand total of twenty-four hours. The sad part was I really wanted to know why he was angry. What had I done to make him snap at me? I barely even knew him!
“I bet I do.” He sighed heavily and placed both hands on top of the table, which I took as an invitation to inspect them with my eyes.
Kyran had big hands that appeared as strong as a pair of bricks. It was hard not to stare as they lay atop the table. Something, aside from how big and strong his hands appeared, caught my immediate attention. I noticed what seemed to be a tattoo on his right hand, between his thumb and index finger.
At first it seemed to be just a circle, but upon closer inspection, I noticed it wasn’t just a simple round-shaped tattoo on his hand. The tattoo resembled the shape of a full moon; the details were very vivid and realistic, almost like seeing the moon from one’s
backyard at night. As he moved his hand, the tattoo seemed to move too. The gray and blue colors of it blended in with each other giving it a very realistic, almost real life appearance.
“You confuse me too. I’ve never met someone like you before. I don’t know what to make of you.” He kept speaking without looking at me, and that annoyed me.
Why couldn’t he just look at me as he spoke?
“Yeah, well, likewise.”
“You’ve a very strong personality, Marjorie. This could be a good thing sometimes, but other times, it could get you killed.” Finally, he turned to look at me and I immediately noted that his eyes were the same silver color they normally were.


About the Author:
Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series.
She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.

FREE Paranormal Romance Feature and Interview: Eternal Night by B.A. Rhea @BARhea4


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Book 1 of Her Submission Series

Embrace your darkest desires.

Alesia Benoit, a single, twenty-three-year-old bookstore owner living in Murphy, North Carolina, dreams of finding her one true love, but considers it an impossible feat considering her unique desires.

When Alesia reluctantly agrees to attend the Eternal Night Masquerade Ball at the famous Dubois mansion with her best friend Ema Jones, she encounters Sebastien Dubois, a handsome, smart, and successful man. Alesia discovers she wants to be with him more than she can imagine, despite his dominant behavior.

Sebastien is attracted to Aleisa’s beauty and rebellious nature. When he admits to Alesia that he’s going to enjoy taming her in a dark and twisted manner, Alesia is thrilled that she is going to explore her darkest desires with him.

What she does not know is Sebastien has a secret. When he finds out about Alesia’s research into his life, Sebastien must reveal his secret to Alesia sooner than he planned. Will she accept him? Will she vow to protect him at any cost? Is she ready to embrace the world of dominance and the unbelievable?

This book is intended for mature audiences.

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He straddled my hips using caution around my stitches when his mouth seized mine in a hot, passionate kiss as he used his tongue to lick my chin and lips clean. My body shuddered as I sank deeper into his kiss. Sebastien’s lips trailed from my mouth, across my jawline to my neck. He bit down on my skin and cooled the sting with his tongue. He rose up from my neck and picked up the brush painting a rose design on my right breast. He licked and nipped at my sensitive skin until he had my body writhing under him.


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B.A. Rhea never imagined herself as a writer until one day in a strange twist of fate a woman popped up in her head with a story that would make your blood curdle and refused to leave. After seeking guidance from a friend in 2008, she sat down and typed the outline to Her Submission Series beginning with Eternal Night the first book. Within a year she had written the second book called Eternal Love and the year after ending the series with Eternally His.

B.A. believes love exists in all forms from vanilla to BDSM. She loves to write about strong, opinionated heroines with a devilish side who will stand up to their Alpha male. She loves writing about sizzling male leads that will melt your heart while he is dominating you in every dark and twisted manner known to mankind.

When she’s not writing she can be found playing video games,binge watching movies and cooking shows, and sitting on her front porch watching the grass grow in the Western North Carolina Mountains where she resides with her boyfriend, two dogs, and a feisty cat.

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Author Interview:

How many books do you currently have published? 1

What has been your favorite book to write so far? 2 Why? The reunion of the lovers after a terrible breakup.

Are you currently working on a book? Yes

Will this be your next release? Yes

What do you enjoy most about writing? The ability to let go of my everyday life and slip into another world for a while.

Do you ever get writer’s block? Yes If so, how do you deal with it? I cozy up with my Xbox One and commence operation kill zombie.

Have you ever had one of your characters to take a twist you weren’t expecting and surprise you? Yes

Which of your characters is your personal favorite? Alesia Benoit Least favorite? Ema Jones Why? Alesia is a feisty and defiant woman who knows what she wants in life. Ema is self-centered who thinks the world revolves around her.

So far, what has been your favorite scene to write? The date nights.

What lessons have you learned since becoming a writer? It’s the hardest non-paying job I have ever had.

Do you have any tips for new writers? Write and write a lot. Write from your heart.

If you were to recommend your books to a stranger, which book would you advise them to start with? Eternal Night Why? The book introduces the characters, setting, and theme

Do you have any extras you’d like to share, like a teaser about an upcoming new release, a summary of a deleted scene, or a teaser about a surprising plot twist or character? Book 2: What would you do for love?

Now it’s time to get to know you! What are some of your favorite books to read? The knight Games Series, Me before you, Any paranormal romance and erotica romance, The Stone Masters Series

What about television shows? The Walking Dead, Fear The Walking Dead, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Sleepy Hollow, Hawaii Five-O, Criminal Minds. Movies? Zombieland, The Burbs, and many others. I have an extensive DVD collection

Is there a book that you have read that you feel has made a big impact on your life? Yes Why? Learning how to cope when you lose someone you love.

Can readers find you at any live events, such as book signings or conventions? Not yet

If you had to sum up your life as a writer in ten words, what would you say? A crazy woman hyped up on coffee writing sex scenes.

Do you have anything else you’d like to share with readers? I love to hear from readers.


Paranormal Romance: Fallen Redemption (The Trihune Series) by RB Austin @authorrbaustin


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Fallen Redemption by RB Austin

The Trihune Series

Soul Mate Publishing

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Cade committed himself to saving lives before he learned the full consequences of his life-altering decision. It wasn’t until he was tending his sick wife that he learned the enormity of what he’d done and he was unable to save her from the monster he had become. Consumed with guilt and praying for absolution, he threw himself into killing every Fallen he could find to save the humans he’d sworn to protect. But then Emma, deliciously mortal and completely forbidden, swept into his world, stirring an overpowering desire. Now he’s not only fighting soulless creatures, but also his inner cravings, trying to maintain his distance and continue on his path to forgiveness. He won’t lose control again and lose another love.

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Prologue

Llangwyllog, Anglesey
Wales
1729

Caderyn yanked on the reins. His fevered mind barely registered the horse’s protested whinny. He threw his legs over the side and slid down. Wiping the sweat from his face with his coat sleeve, he staggered to the small wooden house.

I need the doctor.” His hoarse cry bellowed through the night. He pounded on the door. “Doctor!”

Fist raised and ready to knock again, the door opened two inches. “Are you the doctor?” A wave of dizziness swept through him. Clutching the doorframe, splinters dug into his fingertips. He. Would. Not. Faint.

Are you the doctor?” Caderyn peered through the opening and spied the shape of a portly, short man.

Yes.” A thin, high voice replied.

I need you to come with me. My wife. She’s sick. Smallpox.”

The doctor’s thoughts slammed into his head. Hurry . . . Quick . . . Shut door . . . breathe on you . . . touch you. “I can’t help you. The whole town is infected.”

Please. She’s with child.”

The doctor hesitated . . . unborn . . . saved . . . taken from the womb . . . No . . . risky . . . blood . . . contamination . . . Not worth my life . . .

Caderyn placed his hands against the door and pushed. Sarah needed help. His unborn babe needed help. The door swung free.

The doctor stumbled back, eyes wide. His expression changed to horror the moment he saw the red spots gracing Caderyn’s left cheekbone.

Ah . . . infected . . . Get the . . . The barrel of a rifle poked into Caderyn’s chest.

Leave. My. House.” The doctor enunciated each word with a jab of the gun.

Please,” Caderyn begged, stumbling out the door. “There’s no one else. My wife—”

I can’t help you.” The doctor jammed the gun into Caderyn’s chest one last time, forcing him further away, then slammed the door.

Caderyn lurched forward and pounded on the door. No. No. No. “You must help me. She’s with child.” A bout of coughing racked his body. He slapped his palm against the door. “I need help!”

Caderyn pushed from the door. His chest burned with every breath. It took three tries to get in the saddle. The doctor had said the whole town was infected. Where else could he go?

Wrapping his coat around his large frame, he hunched his shoulders. The chills were back. Spinning the horse, he kicked him into a gallop. He would care for Sarah himself.

Caderyn struggled to keep his eyes open against the rushing wind. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d slept. Between burying his daughters and taking care of Sarah, he hadn’t been able to rest when the sickness began to mark him. No matter, though. He was thirty-four and lived a long enough life. His unborn babe deserved a chance at living and he’d do everything possible to make sure it happened.

The wind whipped at his eyes making them tear. Raising the collar of his jacket, his fingers brushed over the marks on his face that rose that morning. Sally Mae had bumps all over her face and body before she died. Little Laura died two days after her fever begun. Sarah was just beginning to show the red spots.

Shivering violently, sweat beaded on his forehead. Burning up but unable to get warm. He had no energy to steer. It was too dark to see a horse’s length in front of him anyways. Laying his head down on the mane, he closed his eyes. This would offer a reprieve from the wind until his eyes adjusted. He’d lie here but for a moment.

Caderyn woke to the sensation of falling then the jolt of the hard, cold ground as he slammed into it, bounced once, then lay still. Breath sawed in and out of his lungs. His body and head ached. Rolling over, a groan pushed from his lips. Sitting or standing seemed an impossible task at the moment. Sarah. He gritted his teeth. Get up. Get up, damn, you. Bright light shone in his face and he covered his eyes with his hands. Did the moon break free of the clouds? Had it even been out? He stilled. Slowly dropped his hands, squinting at the sky. The light was so blinding he couldn’t see past it. Was this the sun?

Fear sliced through him. How long had he slept? The horse should have made it to the house by dawn. Had they turned somewhere? He tried to roll back over. Urgent, sloppy attempts to get onto all fours. Where was he? Sarah could be dying as he lay here. She could be—no—he had faith. The Creator would save her life. She carried one of His precious children.

Suddenly the bright light dimmed. Twisting his head to the sky, he searched for the proof it was still night. Please let it still be night.

He froze. Clouds didn’t cover the moon.

There was no moon. No sun.

It was a ghost. A glowing male body with long white hair stood next to him. Its face was indiscernible in the light.

Caderyn trembled with fear. His boot heels dug into the ground, forming grooves in the dirt as he tried to move and went nowhere. The ghost laid his hand upon Caderyn’s upper arm. Mouth open, Caderyn inhaled to scream. Before he could utter a sound, a wave of peace swept through him. Strong and fierce.

There was no fear. No aches. No worries. Just quiet nothingness. He stiffened. Things were never quiet for him. Not with his curse. But he heard none of the ghost’s internal thoughts. Was he cured by its touch?

You’ve not been cured of what you call your curse, son.” The ghost’s voice was deep, methodic. A warm blanket on a cold, winter night.

You can hear me?

Yes.”

Caderyn’s heart skipped a beat. “Why can’t I hear you?” His voice cracked. Licking his lips he wished—his canteen appeared a hand’s length away. He startled.

Don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm, Caderyn O’Cearnaigh of Llangwyllog.”

Who are you?”

The ghost held out his hand. It no longer appeared ghost-like or glowing. The hand was attached to a solid arm and a solid body. Maybe the thing next to him wasn’t a ghost.

Caderyn glanced at the offering then into the man’s piercing blue eyes. He laid his hand into the outstretched palm. Their skin connected. The glow returned. Panic rose. Frantic now, Caderyn tried to pull free. The man tightened his hold.

He braced himself for fiery heat, but the glow only warmed. When it encased his body completely, he began to hear. And see. Not only thoughts and images of the present but ones from the past and in the future. His mind raced to understand what he saw. Beings. Not of this world. Glowing. Like the man next to him. Holy. His breath caught. It was the Creator. Three beings stood next to Him. No, not next. In front. Protecting Him. From Apollyon. The betrayer. These three were the Fathyr, Sonh, and Holyspiryt. Then came war. Banishment. Uprising. Creation. On both sides. The Trihune were born. More protectors. Like the man next to him. Elias. One of seven Sonhs. A Behnshma, one of three species of the Trihune.

Elias stood, and the glow faded from Caderyn’s body.

Will you, Caderyn O’Cearnaigh of Llangwyllog, lead my kindred against the fight with Apollyon and lend protection to the Creator’s Followers?”

Followers. He meant humans. Like . . . What of my Sarah and unborn child?

They are beyond my help.”

On some level, he’d known his wife wouldn’t make it, but he believed, hoped. Pain consumed him. He squeezed his eyes shut. His anguished cry pierced through the night. Memories of the last weeks, months, swept through him.

The horrible wretchedness at having to bury Sally Mae and Laura. The guilt for allowing that stranger into their home. The worry over his wife and unborn child. The pain and ache in his own body. The tautness of his upper cheek where the sickness begun its destruction.

He opened his eyes. Could this man fix it? Elias could turn him into a Behnshma. Perhaps he could bring Sally Mae and Laura back. Caderyn’s eyes widened at the possibility. Elias could cure Sarah and the unborn babe. Caderyn would exchange his life for theirs. Gladly, he’d suffer in their place.

And that is why I chose you, son. But I’m terribly sorry. I cannot revive the dead.”

My Sarah, then?”

She’s on her path. I can only change what could be, not what’s already occurred.”

What would be the point of following this man, then? A hurricane of anger ripped through his body. It stirred his blood, giving him strength. Ignoring Elias’s outstretched hand, he rose into a sitting position. Enough of this. He needed to be with Sarah for however long she had left. To feel his child move in her womb one more time.

I’m sorry I can’t save them.” Elias moved too fast for Caderyn to block. “But you, you can save many.” He grasped Caderyn’s palm, trapping it in between his hands.

Again, image after image flashed through Caderyn’s mind. This time quick, but vivid. Each burned into his brain.

Horrible. Bloody. Body after body. Nothing mattered to these beasts.

A man. His throat ripped into pieces. Eyes open and staring unseeing. Horror captured forever in his expression.

A woman. Dead. Unclothed. Bruised neck. Legs spread wide. Blood dried on her inner thighs. Long deep cuts on her neck, wrists, and belly.

A child. Thrown to the ground like an abandoned toy. Limbs twisted out of place. Blood pooled underneath its tiny body.

Every emotion the victims possessed before death was Caderyn’s. Pain. Terror. Hopelessness. He was the one being pursued, tortured, beaten, violated. Falling to the ground on all fours, he panted for air. Elias was no longer touching him but the images didn’t stop. These people had not been saved. Apollyon and his creation, the Fallen, had slaughtered these victims. Their demise had been drawn-out. So much violence. They were monsters. Murderers.

The pictures changed. Caderyn saw himself. Different, yet the same. Stronger. He knew how to kill. Protect. Fighting the Fallen he wielded a large curved sword as if it was an extension of his arm. Moving with grace and speed he didn’t now possess, he saved an old man. A young boy. A family. A couple.

Five against one. Kill after kill. Fallen after Fallen. He rescued. Defended. Guarded.

A woman with child. He swung his sword high and in one swoop cut off a Fallen’s head. It disappeared in a gray cloud. The woman gazed at him. Tears ran down her face. Her hand curved protectively over her extended belly. Fear faded, replaced by relief, thankfulness, and gratitude.

The last emotion hit Caderyn deep in his stomach. The woman was grateful he’d been there. She was alive because he’d been there.

The image flickered out and the mind storm stopped. Caderyn’s head hung low in between his arms. His chest ached from panting. He wanted to weep.

How could he choose any other path? How could he let that woman and all the others down? He wanted to go back and save those who were already lost.

What emerged what a whisper, but he knew Elias would hear him even if he chose not to speak. “Yes.”

Caderyn was whirled onto his back in the dirt. He watched two of Elias’s teeth grow in size, sharpening at the ends. Terror stuttered his heart. Striking fast, Elias’s teeth punched through the skin at his neck.


About the Author:

RB Austin is a writer of paranormal romances and YA novels. She puts her slightly neurotic organizational skills to good use managing her time as a wife, mother, full time worker, author, and blogger. Her dream is to become a full time writer and move down south where she can sit on the sunniest beach with her laptop and a bag of chocolates, writing what the voices in her head tell her to. In her spare time she enjoys knitting. Her current project is a dog sweater because even if it turns out ugly and full of holes her cairn terrier can’t complain. RB is a member of Romance Writers of America and is currently working on the second novel in her Trihune series and a YA supernatural novel. Fallen Redemption is her debut novel.

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Paranormal Romance Feature: My Wolf Fighter by Rose Wynters @author_rose


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Series: Wolf Town Guardians #4

Amanda Wyatt is having a bad month. Her job as a bartender at the Red Ruby is on the line, her cheating boyfriend has thrown her out, and she’s dying. Now homeless and without any hope, she’s resigned to living in her car in the woods… until a naked man walks out of the darkness to change her mind.

Ryker is a werewolf with a major chip on his shoulder. He’s pissed at the world. But one look at Amanda’s curvy body is enough to make his mouth run dry. Ryker knows exactly what she needs… and he’s just the werewolf to give it to her.

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“I’m sorry, but our tests are clear. You have pancreatic cancer.”
Tears streamed down Amanda’s face as she sat in her car, replaying the doctor’s words over and over again. He’d said quite a bit in that brief time, but her mind wasn’t capable of moving past the diagnosis. She blinked hard, her throat and nose clogged with tears. She was only twenty-nine, but she had cancer. A very deadly form of cancer, if the doctor’s tests could be believed.


About the Author:

I have a huge fascination with the paranormal and the unexplained, and this isn’t just limited to vampires and werewolves. I think there are so many things in this world that are just simply mysterious, and I’m intrigued by this. I’m secretly relieved that science can’t explain all… the romantic in me believes that the world needs a few things that simply defy explanation.

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