Book Tour for When I Look In the Mirror by Tanith Davenport (GIVEAWAY)…….

A young woman discovers more about herself than she thought possible after taking part in a seance and meeting a mysterious man with secrets of his own in this quick yet satisfying paranormal romance.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of When I Look In the Mirror by Tanith Davenport, along with hearing from the author about what sets her books apart from others in the genre, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this sexy stand-alone story make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $10 Amazon/BN GC too!

Giving a big welcome to Ms. Davenport with the question…..What sets the paranormal romances that I write apart from the rest of the genre?

I love paranormal romance and always have. In a world where evidence of the paranormal is nebulous at best, I love to create a world where we have ghosts, werewolves, vampires and all other possible beings – including angels and demons. You can have almost anything happen in a paranormal romance, which means I can let my imagination run riot, and I love that.

I’ve dealt with ghosts, trolls and vardogers in the past, but I was new to the angel genre, although I had read a few in the past. When I write paranormal romance I always try to put a new spin on it, so I avoided reading any new angel/demon romance so that I wouldn’t be influenced by other writers. I do my best to come up with a unique storyline before I start writing so that it will stand out amidst the other books, since this is a crowded genre and it’s not easy to do.

Also, while in erotic romance the sex is an intrinsic part of the plot, I try to make sure there are plot elements that don’t rest entirely on the sex. I’ve seen reviewers in the past complain that there’s too much sex and not enough story in some books, and while I’m not convinced I agree with that complaint (I’ve never had a problem with a lot of sex in a book) I do my best to have enough plot that can keep people with those preferences happy. I like to have a healthy balance of the paranormal and hot sex, and hopefully that will suit everyone.

I had great fun writing “When I Look In The Mirror” – Tatum and Zack were amazing characters to write and I loved Dante as an antagonist. I hope everyone else enjoys it too!

When hairdresser Tatum Fox takes part in a séance at a party, her only thought is of the attractive man sitting beside her, the mysterious Zack, who appears in her dreams that night and who she hopes to see again. However, when she begins to experience paranormal activity and finds herself confronted by an unnerving client at work, she discovers that the séance summoned a demon – and Zack may be the only person who can free her of him.

Zack reveals himself to be an angel, and shows Tatum that she also has the power to battle supernatural creatures – a power that is increased through sex with him. Their connection soon strengthens, but is Tatum strong enough to defeat the demon with Zack by her side – and can there be a future with an angel, or is their passion doomed to end?

EXCERPT:

“What you saw wasn’t in your head. It was real.”
“What are you talking about? I saw Dante turning into a—into I don’t know what. How could that be real?”
Zack sighed, taking her hand. “Listen. There are things in this world you don’t understand. And Dante is one of them.”
Tatum gave him a look. Seriously?
“This stays between us.” Zack gently took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up to look at her directly, and then...
A sudden glittering haze seemed to surround them, and Zack’s eyes glowed white. “What the—”
“Shh.” Zack held her still as the glitter dissipated, his eyes returning to normal. “Like I said, there are things you don’t understand. Not yet.”
“And you’re one of them? What are you?”
“You don’t need to worry about me. Worry about Dante.”

“And what’s Dante?”
Zack’s thumb caressed her cheek. “Dante is a demon.”

A demon. The idea would have seemed impossible that morning, and yet now it was somehow believable. Dante, who had given her the creeps since she first met him, who she had seen turning into a hideous creature in the mirror, was a demon.
“How do you know? Ezer has known him ages and never picked up—this.”
Zack rolled his eyes. “Ezer is great, but he’s not the kind of person to pick this up. I only invited him to see if he might have that power—he doesn’t. His senses are dead in the water.”
“And mine?”
“Besides...” Zack continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “Dante wasn’t always a demon. Remember Nicole’s party? That was when it happened. He’s been taken over.”

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AUTHOR INFO:

Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He Dealt" was released by Totally Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith has had short stories published by Totally Bound, Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.

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Readers looking for an exhilarating blend of paranormal and fantasy will be drawn to this tale of demons and angels trying to exist together here on Earth.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Earthbound by Melora Johnson, then add this romance (that I hope will be the first in a series of books) to your bookshelf!

Her healing touch could start a fire.

Ally Reynolds is a veterinarian specializing in raptor rehabilitation in New Hampshire.

Other than one horrific incident in her childhood and a little extra “spark” for healing in her hands, both of which she has kept secret from even her best friend, her life has been singularly boring. It has also been extremely lonely. Ally longs for someone to share her life with, but how can she trust anyone with her secret?

Matthew Blake, an ornithologist at Cornell University, calls Ally, asking for her help with an injured raptor. Matthew grew up in New Zealand and has lived around the world. He has read about Ally’s high success rates in raptor rehabilitation and suspects there is more to it than is generally known.

Matthew has some secrets of his own; he is a demon hunter. He suspects Ally’s healing powers could benefit him. He wants her to join him and thinks they’d make a great team.

Can Ally trust him or is he just using her? Matthew definitely has more secrets, and some of them are about Ally.

EXCERPT:

“Doctor Reynolds,” a male voice called out from across the room, pulling me back to the present. It sounded somewhat familiar.

I looked up, shielding my eyes from the afternoon sun shining in the front window as a male figure strode toward me, blond hair haloed by the light. He stopped in front of me.

Startled, I rose to my feet and looked into a chiseled face, his eyes the indeterminate blue green of sea glass like I’d collected along the shoreline once as a teenager. His dark golden blond hair was short and spiky, his lopsided grin pure perfection. He was gorgeous.

In my experience, gorgeous men were not to be trusted. Well, no men really were. Oh, all right, no one was, period.

“Doctor Allyson Reynolds? I’m Doctor Matthew Scott Blake. I’m honored to have you join us. I’ve read your articles in the Raptor Rehab Newsletter.”

He held out a hand, but when I put out mine to shake it, he simply captured mine in his and placed his other hand over it. His eyes flashed green with golden flecks in the sunlight.

“I’m glad to be here,” I said, not at all sure I was anymore, as my pulse sped up. “Please, call me Ally.”

“All right, Ally it is.”

I want to climb him like a tree. I swallowed, aghast at my own thoughts. I’d only known him a few minutes.

His hands were so warm. My mother’s voice played in my head, Gorgeous men are dangerous, arrogant, and being involved with them will lead to no good. I frowned.

“It’s so good to see you...” he said. At my expression, he faltered and cleared his throat. The wattage of his smile dimmed significantly. “I mean, to meet you. I’ve been following your work since I arrived in the States, in the newsletter.”

He turned, drawing my hand through his arm. “Please, let me show you around the facilities here.”

“Uh, thank you,” I murmured, wondering how to tactfully withdraw my arm. My attraction to him was overwhelming. At the same time, his overly familiar attitude seemed a little odd.

A tall woman, her long, brown hair in a ponytail, appeared at the doorway through which Matt had arrived. She positively glowered at my arm through Matthew’s. She wore work boots, khaki shorts, and a sand colored polo shirt with the university logo, so I assumed she worked there as well. She approached us and stopped several feet away, then turned a bright smile on Matthew. “Hi, Matt. What brings you down from the Ornithology Lab?”

“This is Doctor Allyson Reynolds, the veterinarian and raptor rehabilitation specialist I suggested to Rick we bring in to help with the injured eagle from Sapsucker Woods.”

Shelly took one more look at my arm entwined with Matthew’s then smiled again at him. “Would you like me to show her around?”

He paused a moment before replying. “That’s okay, Shelly. I can handle it, I know my way. No need to take time out of your busy schedule. I’ll just show Doctor Reynolds around, then bring her to meet Rick. He’s the one overseeing the care of the eagle. Oh...” He turned to me. “This is Doctor Shelly Madison, she’s a clinical associate professor in zoo medicine.”

I saw my chance and pulled my arm out of his, ostensibly to shake Shelly’s hand. I murmured hello. She responded stiffly. Her behavior made more sense to me than his. Why treat me like an honored guest? I was just a vet who specialized in raptor rehab. I had been so anxious to get out of town I’d jumped at the chance, but now there was one question paramount in my mind—why had he called me? They were the experts here.

“Now, let’s show you around the animal hospital here.” His hands clenched, his bicep bulging under his short sleeve as he tugged the inner door to the offices open for me.

I fought the urge to retreat a step. Here stood a warrior from medieval legend. It would have been more appropriate for him to be dressed in leather armor than a button-down, short- sleeved khaki shirt, but he grabbed my hand and drew me around Shelly. “We’ll start in the library.”

As we walked, I had a stern conversation with my subconscious. Go to Ithaca, you said. You’ll get away from anyone Jen wants to set you up with, you said.

Matthew squeezed my hand. I looked up to see him beaming at me. My stomach lurched. I was out of the nest and free falling.

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AUTHOR INFO:

Melora Johnson is a poet and novelist living in Upstate New York with her husband, daughter, a black cat, and quite a few chickens. Her most recent published work includes A Sanctuary Built of Words: Poems of Peace, Grief, and Passion, and publication in The Sexuality Poems from Foothills Publishing. She also runs a large and thriving writer's group for adults. Of course, into every life a little rain must fall as well as the occasional tornado, but you'll find that amply covered in her writing. Find out more about Melora and her writing on her WEBSITE and FACEBOOK or follow her on INSTAGRAM or TWITTER.