Exclusive Excerpt from HEADSPACE by T.E. Hodden! #PNR #Romance

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO

HEADSPACE!

HeadSpace

by T.E. Hodden

Release Date: September 17, 2018

Publisher: Roane Publishing

Keywords: Romance, sweet, clean, psychological, surreal, Novella Niblets

Any last thoughts?

A few seconds ago I was pushed down some stairs.

A heartbeat ago my head struck cold stone.

Somewhere out there, I am fighting for my life.

But I'm stuck in here, the echo chamber of my thoughts, fighting to hold on, fighting my way back through my memories, my friendships, and my mistakes.

Because, somewhere out there is a woman I should have said three words to, and I have no intention of letting go until she hears the truth.

Dying is easy. Are you ready to live?

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EXCERPT:

I walked her home. We bought take away coffees, and walked slowly, sipping our drinks, talking about... I don't know what, because all I could hear in my head was the endless loop of, Oh God, Oh God, what do I do when she works out I'm an idiot?

We had been walking for fifteen minutes before she stared at her coffee and then at me, her expression sagging.

“Oh bugger a nun!Er...” She cleared her throat. “I just remembered I'm lactose intolerant.”

“You forgot?” I tried to hide my panic under a smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She threw the coffee in the trash. “I'm going to have deadly wind and a crawling stomach, but I'm probably not going to throw up.”

“Probably?” I asked.

“I'm nervous too,” she complained, breaking into a laugh. “Sorry.”

“Are you okay?” I blathered, in a bit of a panic. I grabbed her hand tight, as though I might suddenly be able to sense her illness through a healing touch. She did not seem to mind. “Did I buy the wrong coffee? I didn't mean to poison you.”

“No. I wasn't thinking and I just forgot.”

“How?”

Her smile turned coy and knowing, in a way people didn't smile at me. She put a hand on my cheek and guided me to kiss her lips. It was my first, so it was awkward and clumsy, but...apparently not awkward or clumsy enough to scare her off.

I saw her every night that week. Our first real date was to the seaside, so she could play the arcade games. Her driving lesson had not gone well, and she took out her frustrations on the digital enemies with button mashing and swearing.

“Bloody Hell!” I chuckled.

“Die! You cold sore riddled, festering foreskin!”

“What did they do to you?”

“They are invaders from another world, they deserve to feel my wrath!” She snarled. “Well, mostly because that stupid git who almost hit me on the roundabout can't! And my Dad!” Her knuckles went white as she punched the fire button. “If I could zap Dad I would, that feckless little runt! But, I can't, so these little alien buggers will pay! Argh! You bloody peggers!”

The screen flashed red. Game Over.

Purged of her anger, she curled into my arms, her cheek red hot against mine.

We sat on the beach, watched the waves crash in, and listened to music on shared headphones.

She considered the finger with which I stroked her wrists. “You know you are shaking?”

“I am?”

“Yeah.” She placed my hands on her side. “Do I make you that nervous?”

I didn't answer.

“Let me guess...I'm so much more beautiful than all the other girls?”

“You are beautiful,” I agreed, “and there are no other girls.”

“I know.” She shrank back. “Why would you want anybody else?”

“I meant...” I could feel my words turning to a confession. “There haven't been any others.”

“Oh.” She shifted so we lay back, and she could rest her head on my chest. “Really?”

“You couldn't tell?”

She chuckled.

“And...”

“And?” She asked.

“And... I'm afraid to let this happen, when...” I closed my eyes. “You know that in a few weeks I'm not going to be around much?”

“Oh.” She smiled. “So, you are playing for keeps?”

That she had to ask, unsettled me. I drew back and mumbled an apology. She put her fingers over my lips.

“Are those the only reasons you are so scared?” she whispered.

“Well, that and any moment now you are going to realise I'm a dork, and—”

She giggled and put my hand on her cheek. “It's the good kind of scared right?”

It was.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

T. E. Hodden trained in engineering, and works in the rail industry. He writes as a hobby, when he is not walking the Kent coast, looking for forgotten nooks and crannies of history and folklore.

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#ExclusiveExcerpt from Asya in the Tilt of the World, a new #PNR #Vampires novel from Effie Molina

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO
ASYA IN THE TILT OF THE WORLD!

Asya in the Tilt of the World

The Asya Trilogy

by Effie Molina

Release Date: July 9, 2018

Publisher: Roane Publishing

Keywords: Paranormal, Romance, Vampires, Same sex relationships, Polyamory

*Trigger warning: sexual assault

Asya Hart’s simple human existence ends forever the night she meets Christian and James, two beautiful vampires bonded to each other and united in their mission to find The One who is destined to Balance the Tilt of the World—in other words, heal humanity and the planet. When Asya is compelled to use a healing power she never knew she possessed on the Grandfather of the Blood Community, Christian and James are commanded to bring Asya into The Blood, and the prophecy is set in motion.

Asya learns that she and the rest of her family are all vampires, and that it wasn’t until her blood was raised that she became her full self. Asya is destined to save humanity, but she has no idea how she is supposed to do that! As if the expectations on her aren't daunting enough, she finds herself hunted, an unwelcome symbol of change within the vampire community. Vampires lifespans are linked with humanity: the more chaos and negativity within humans, the longer vampires live. Asya finds herself in the minority, a vampire who believes that working to heal humanity is the right and necessary thing to do, despite the personal consequences. There are those who don’t appreciate Asya's selflessness, and for them the solution is simple: get rid of her before her revolutionary ideas take hold.

In the midst of it all is love, and Asya struggles to not let it distract her. Christian and James are a bonded couple, and Asya has joined them. Asya is drawn to them in ways she has never felt before, but does she really have the luxury of first love? Asya finds herself on the crossroads. Who is she is in this new world? And can she truly be who people expect her to be?

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The limo made its way down Asya’s street, pulling up to the house. It was early yet, but the house was already in motion. She could tell, mostly because Stephen and Kat were out front, each holding a bunch of balloons in their hand with a large banner spread out between them.

“Oh, my God,” she said, as she read the banner.

WELCOME TO THE BLOOD

James and Christian began to laugh, so hard they had tears pouring down their face.

Asya was mortified. “I’m home,” she muttered.

As the limo came to a stop, Stephen and Kat ran over to them, preventing them from getting out as they stretched the banner out along the windows, dancing in circles with it around the car, whooping and yelling.

“Just so there’s no confusion,” James laughed, “this is not actually a ritual practiced for all those new to the blood.”

“No, that’s true,” Christian added. “You’re the lucky one!” he teased.

Asya rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help smiling at her family’s exuberance. It was something you could always count on. Loads of loads of energy and enthusiasm directed toward no good purpose.

When the fervor died down, James opened the door and Asya stepped out. Kat embraced her, stepped away slightly and grabbed both her hands in her own, swinging them back and forth.

“So, how are you? Are you well? You look well! I’m so excited for you!” she babbled on. “Do you like the banner and balloons? Here, they’re for you.” She handed Asya her bunch of black and red balloons. “We had so much fun getting them, I think everyone at BJ’s thought you got your period! Isn’t that hysterical?”

“Great,” Asya said, blanching.

“Let me help you with those,” James said affably, taking the banner and balloons out of her hands.

“This way,” said Kat, leading the group around the back of the house toward Stephen’s room. “Vivianna is still sleeping.”

Asya thought to herself how, for most people, it would be highly unlikely anyone

could have slept through that welcome. But for her mother? Well, it was not only possible, but probable. She had always been a night owl.

The five of them stepped into Stephen’s room, although studio would be a better descriptor. It was huge, with his bed in the far corner, sectioned off by a Shoji screen. To one side was a small kitchen, a long counter and stools separating it from a living area, complete with couches and all manner of entertainment equipment. A small hallway out of the room led to the bathroom and laundry room nearby.

The balloons were left free to wander where the drafts would take them, as Asya and Kat moved toward the couches.

James and Christian made to follow, and Stephen placed himself in their path.

“You’d better have been kind to Little One,” he told them, only half-joking.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t get near enough to her to show her our true kindness,” Christian drawled, winking.

Stephen guffawed. “You did make her of the blood, didn’t you?”

James answered diplomatically. “Yes, of course, but, you know, we didn’t—”.

Stephen interrupted him. “That’s impossible. You can’t have a sharing without sex. That’s unheard of.”

Asya felt her cheeks burn.

Kat turned to her. “Really?” she said, wide-eyed.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Asya began quietly.

“Wow,” Stephen was flabbergasted. “Sharing without sex—who does that? Does anyone else do that?” He looked around at Christian, James and Kat. They all shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads. No, they didn’t know of anyone else who did that.

“Friday night, it all happened so quickly; and, well, Asya was in a daze when we left. I just didn’t feel comfortable imposing ourselves in that way…it was like we had given her roofies or something. It just didn’t seem proper,” explained James casually.

“I felt comfortable,” said Christian smiling. “But you know James is always right about these things.”

Asya sat in a state of shock. Is this really happening? Are they casually discussing the ins and outs, or lack thereof, of my level of intimacy with the boys? She started to feel annoyed, very annoyed.

“It’s just…weird.” Stephen turned to Asya, explaining. “Sharing and sex, it’s like peanut butter and jelly…like the Grateful Dead and tie-dye, Catholic girls and Catholic girls’ slutty school uniforms…”

Asya cut him off. “I get it. I didn’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Stephen told her, reaching over to place a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe you’re just not into guys.”

“Stephen! It’s not that, it’s just… Listen, my love life is not up for public consumption!” she yelled at him, pushing away his hand, irritated.

Stephen began to laugh. “Always the rebel, Little One!”

“We have all the time in the world.” Christian chimed in protectively. “There’s no reason she has to rush into anything.”

“I, for one, am glad you’re encouraging her to wait. She is my baby sister, and I’m sure over the next couple years she’ll grow up and feel ready,” said Stephen.

Asya looked up at him, aghast. He really believed that. He really did see her as a child. Behind the irritation at the whole situation, she had to admit it was somewhat endearing. As twisted as it was, Stephen had been a sort of father-figure for her.

"God help me," she muttered to herself. "It’s amazing I’ve made it this far."

Ever the honest man, James clarified for Stephen, “We’re not encouraging her to wait, Stephen. If you want to know the truth, we’ve been half out of our minds since Friday.”

“But keeping her alive and safe and well is the more important priority,” added Christian fervently. “Rest assured, she is our number one concern until she tells us she no longer wishes us to serve her.”

Stephen thought for a moment, “Oh-h-h. So, let me get this straight. I’m a little slow on the uptake. You do want my sister—you know, like want her—but you’re just being old fashioned or something?”

Kat scolded him. “For God’s sake Stephen, of course they want her! Half the room wanted her on Friday night, didn’t you notice? Clearly, you can’t see her as anything but your little sister, and I think that is very…sweet!” she said, tears filling her eyes. She crossed the room, wrapping herself around him to give a long, passionate kiss.

And long was the operative word. Asya squirmed in her seat. Home…it was peace

and torture, all wrapped up in one familiar package. James and Christian stepped around the couple and joined her on the couch.

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About the Author:

Effie Molina has words crowding her head and occasionally untangles them into stories. Effie is a multi-racial, bi-identified woman living in Western Massachusetts. Effie enjoys exploring the human condition, speaking truth to power and striving to be consistently authentic and brave. She does this best while home with the love of her life, surrounded by kids and beasts. While not writing, she’s supervising a team of child protective social workers by day and dancing in an Afro-Cuban performance group at night.

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Caught Between Worlds: Author Letter to the MC, Gabrielle #BlogTour #Giveaway

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO 

CAUGHT BETWEEN WORLDS!

Caught Between Worlds
Contemporary Romance / PNR
By G.P. Gadbois
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: August 15, 2016
Keywords: Romance, contemporary, paranormal, ghosts, friendship, adventure, road trip

Gabrielle and three college friends must deal with a temporary setback when they are stranded in St. Clair, USA. Her holiday unravels in a series of exhilarating events. Her salvation, the handsome deputy Brady, succeeds in keeping her safe and captures her heart.

Deputy Richard Brady’s peaceful life ceases when Gabrielle shows up at his door. It is his duty to keep the charming Canadian safe from the life threatening supernatural activities, but his personal motives frighten him more than the danger itself.

Will love conquer and bring them together after Gabrielle returns home?

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Letter from the author to the lovely MC, Gabrielle

Dear Gabrielle,

I know I messed up your vacation plans, but I couldn’t help myself, I had a different journey in mind for you.  

You expected a fun camping trip with your girlfriends, but I uprooted you from the security of your home in Cornwall, Ontario, and brought you to a bed-and-breakfast where paranormal sightings are common. I added a touch of mystery by creating a myth; ‘Anyone who encounters the ghost does not live to tell the tale.’ Spotting and interacting with the famous ghost made you a prime target.

I’ll admit by doing so I created stress, but life isn’t always easy. For one week you witnessed or experienced deceit, cruelty, misery and violence. Emotions unfamiliar to you; however in reality many people live with it daily. If nothing else, the experience opened your eyes to a different world.

Although your friend Wendy’s motto, ‘everything happens for a reason’, is one of your favorite, at times when faced with change or tragedy, remaining optimistic is difficult, but you managed to. When you interacted with the ghost, you saw an opportunity of a lifetime whereas Deputy Rick Brady saw danger.

Also, if ‘everything happens for a reason’ the circumstances in which you met the handsome deputy would have been different at the campground, therefore the outcome as well. In St. Clair, he became your lover, your first. You loved his smile, enjoyed his company, and you trusted your instincts. On the day you were meant to leave, you weighed the pros and cons and for everyone’s safety you chose to spend the remainder of your vacation with him instead of continuing on with your girlfriends. Your decision demonstrated a sign of independence, of growth, and the first step in forming a relationship.

Deputy Brady’s insights about your life being in danger were accurate. The horrid incidents began the day Suzanne suffered a head injury, and the events didn’t stop until you were taken hostage. Despite the terror you felt at that moment, your will to survive kicked-in, and you managed to escape the villain’s claws. The notion is as old as dirt, but I truly believe good will always triumph.

Your vacation ended and you left Rick’s home, but the affection you felt for him kept growing stronger. You both realized a long distance relationship wasn’t easy, but you never gave up.

Today, as I sat in the last pew of the church and listened to the vows you and Rick exchanged, I knew I’d made the right choice.

Your friend, G.P. Gadbois

About the Author:

G.P. is Canadian. A wife and mother of three who works in school bus transportation. In her last year of high school, she enjoyed writing a weekly column published in the French newspaper in her home town. Writing took a back seat for years and now that her children are grown, it’s become her favorite hobby.

Entertaining others is like breathing – it is part of who she is.

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Caught Between Worlds
Contemporary Romance / PNR
By G.P. Gadbois
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: August 15, 2016
Keywords: Romance, contemporary, paranormal, ghosts, friendship, adventure, road trip

Gabrielle and three college friends must deal with a temporary setback when they are stranded in St. Clair, USA. Her holiday unravels in a series of exhilarating events. Her salvation, the handsome deputy Brady, succeeds in keeping her safe and captures her heart.

Deputy Richard Brady’s peaceful life ceases when Gabrielle shows up at his door. It is his duty to keep the charming Canadian safe from the life threatening supernatural activities, but his personal motives frighten him more than the danger itself.

Will love conquer and bring them together after Gabrielle returns home?

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#Review of Enticed by @JABelfield #HollowayPack #PNR #Wolves

Enticed: A Holloway Pack Mini

Author: J.A. Belfield

Release Date: April 16th, 2015

ENTICED is a FREE short story that will enrapture both Holloway Pack fans and virgins alike.

Happy Birthday to Ethan.

Or is it?

Gifts aside, Ethan’s morning hasn’t been anything to write home about. Sure, life is good, the pack is staying out of trouble, he finally has a mate who boils his blood … in a good way.

Except Shelley hasn’t called. Hasn’t come by. Didn’t even bother to join her son and his girlfriend for Ethan’s annual I’m-a-year-older breakfast.

What Ethan doesn’t know is that Shelley has plans. Plans that have been in progress for weeks. Ones that Ethan will never see coming, and that she’s banked on him not knowing a thing about.

She can only hope her secrecy doesn’t force his inner wolf to the surface—at least, not too early.

*Can be read as a standalone.

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REVIEW

So anyone who knows me, knows I am a HUGE Ethan fan. Heck, Ms. Belfield even mentioned in the acknowledgements of this little novella that I begged for the story to be written. Like...begged. Salivated and got on my knees.

Anyhoo.

Ethan Holloway as we've never seen him - enjoying a birthday present only Shelly can give him. Lucky duck, let me tell you! Hot damn. I don't want to give too much away, yet I want to gush over the details. The choice of words. The heat. The need to bite. Mate. Ms. Belfield rocks yet another story with her ability to create pictures within your mind. Oh, and what a movie this is!!!

Woof!

This novella is exactly what the Holloway Pack series needed...a bit of werewolf naughty minus the fur and fangs. Ms. Belfield stays true to her voice, the characters, and setting, giving us a glimpse into the lives of my favorite pack. From a breakfast feast around the family-sized table to Ethan's boxers, this short read satisfies a smidge more than the other titles.  *wink wink*

A MUST READ! Nab your copy now FOR FREE, then be sure to check out the rest of the Holloway Pack titles.

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#FREE for a limited time! Instinct by @JABelfield #Giveaway #Excerpt #HollowayPack

To celebrate its re-release, Instinct is FREE for a limited time only. From release day on Friday, January 23rd until Sunday, February 1st 2015, Instinct is available for FREE. So go grab your copy QUICK and then leave a review for a chance to enter in the giveaway (details in the Rafflecopter link below.)

Werewolf Sean Holloway treats the village marketplace like a sexual buffet, though his charm does little to win over his latest entrée of choice. Whether because of Jem Stonehouse’s unique scent, her headstrong nonchalance, or the fact he is forbidden to see her by his pack’s rules, Sean wants her.

When Jem is nothing but flippant toward his advances, he pursues her with vigour, stealing moments alone with her without a libido-driven agenda.

The new and heady experience for him drives their relationship beyond romantic interest, and straight toward love.

That is, until Jem learns the truth about Sean’s heritage. Knowledge of the existence of werewolves leads to only one outcome: death.

In this prequel to Darkness & Light*, we are taken back in time, to the very beginning of Jem and Sean’s love-across-the-centuries relationship.

Did it end there? Or did Sean defy his own pack to save the woman he loves?

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EXCERPT:

The marketplace had to be the best venue to pick up females. At the age of twenty, I would have been happy to visit every day, but James would not permit me. As Alpha, his commands were followed without question, so my visits were limited to once a week. I had to admit, it worked out better that way.

From fruit to art, to lace, to the blacksmith’s stall, I walked. Paintings of marketplaces often depicted them as cheery, colourful, and bustling with activity. The latter conception may have been correct; although, they leaned more toward grey and dreary than bright, and the air often filled with yells of anger and bitterness, as opposed to joyful greetings.

At least there were the scents: hams and boars’ heads, fruits, wines, the steam of cooking soups, and, my most favourite of all, the freshness of ripe women. Lorna Rushford, Helena Longbarrow, Matilda Thornberry named only a few, each of those alone bringing with her a memory.

The females noticed me as much as I did them, even though my past catches never approached, never asked why I had not called to visit, or if I would tend them again. Of course, my refusal to conform to the current trends in attire ensured I stood out from the other males who bothered to arrive. Whereas the women’s glances would be appraising, perhaps even hopeful, the men’s glares offered nothing but scorn for my dark trousers tucked into knee-high leather boots, and for the shirts I never bothered to secure with their woven laces. Men had been hung for far less than inconsiderate fashion sense, yet I did not care. I was not like them and never pretended to be.

A whisper drifted across, as I meandered through the crowd: “’Tis Mr Holloway, Eleanor.”

With a tilt of my head, I spotted the speaker leaning into her sister, who fluttered her lashes in a clear attempt to catch my attention.

Eleanor had turned out to be a worthy virgin. The scent of her blood had driven me wild as I had plunged into her.

I smiled to myself as I turned away.

Farther along, pausing to sample the crisp apples, I caught Mrs Lawson’s scent. The older ladies may not have been as pure, but they could not be denied their eagerness to please. For that reason alone, they made for an entertaining afternoon.

My nose lifted to track her, and I found the woman beyond a table stacked high with fresh loaves, hidden behind her fan, which she waved with vigour. I recalled that her petticoat had held many layers, and the removal of them turned out to be almost as much fun as the act itself. I wondered how she had explained the damage to her pompous husband.

At a new aroma begging for notice, my step faltered as my nostrils flared.

Strong, yet understated, alluring and seductive, the unsullied flavour carried the exceptional deliciousness of womanly musk. Possessed by a need to find the source, I tilted my head and allowed my nose to lead.

It should have been difficult, impossible even, to locate such subtlety amongst the overpowering wafts of food and body odours, yet the strong pull beckoned to me, drawing me on.

Whispers continued, as I passed one stall after another, but they no longer held my interest. My mind seemed only able to focus on the unfamiliar scent. Although it intensified with each step, I half wished for a stronger breeze to invade the clear morning, to bring me a more wholesome dose and appease my sudden and unbidden greed.

My eyes shifted, as I moved, searching. I skimmed over those who held no appeal, the ones whose flavour had already been tasted, until, at the end of the row ahead, I spotted two young women.

From the angle of their positions, I doubted they could see me. The purchasing of herbs distracted the darker haired of the two. Animated, she possessed a flamboyance which showed in her movements, and in her pleasant tones, as she bartered with the stall owner.

I imagined she would get her own way with the price.

To her side stood a fairer female, with a quiet calm that showed in the relaxed set of her shoulders. Taking a step closer, I studied her.

Appearing younger, almost lacking in confidence, she was also somewhat taller and certainly far more beautiful. I did not recognise her, yet could not mistake her scent. I had been tracking it for the past five minutes.

Leaning across the jewellery on the stall beside me, I caught the proprietor’s attention. “Who is the girl?” I asked, pointing toward the one who held me so rapt.

“Regular of mine.” He nodded and smiled. “The Stonehouse sisters often purchase my quartz and amethyst.”

As he spoke their name in a conspicuous overtone, the females turned.

Blue eyes, as dark as sapphires, appraised me from beneath wisps of blonde, and a smile widened the girl’s lips, as my own mouth curved at the corners.

Beside her, the darker girl leaned into the fair tresses of her sister. “Sean Holloway is a ladies’ man and not to be trusted,” she hissed, her words carrying to me with ease, before she walked off. When her sister remained, gaze locked with mine, the seemingly older girl called out, “Come along, Jem. Mother is waiting.”

My eyebrow twitched upward. Jem?

With her attention tugged back toward her departing sibling, she dipped her head and followed behind.

Still, the essence her body had left in its wake lured me, and, unable to do otherwise, I trailed after her.

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