Book Excerpt Tour for A Cure For Spring Fever by Barbara Robinson (GIVEAWAY)…..

Fans of the paranormal will be drawn to this tale of the balance of worlds and the healing power of love.  Keep reading to get a tempting excerpt of A Cure For Spring Fever by Barbara Robinson and learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this addition to the Jelly Beans and Spring Things series, fill out the form below for the chance to win a $20 bookstore GC too!

For centuries, Gamekeepers have used their magical abilities to create a buffer between the creatures who dwell in the enchanted forest and the sleepy coastal town that sits in its shadow. When Gamekeeper Stan Ross’s magic begins to fail, he must find out what went wrong, then fix it before the two worlds collide. His hit or miss magic has already led to a few close calls so he journeys to the Sacred Isle searching for answers and advice. Finding a cure proves elusive—until Stan encounters a kitchen witch who captivates him body and soul. Lynnette Peters is healing from her own wounds, however, and it isn’t clear whether she’s ready to open herself to the possibility—or the peril—of love.

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“I’m not sick, sir” Stan answered, uncomfortable with where the conversation was heading. He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “I haven’t changed the way I cast a ward. My magic is elemental, so I rely on nature runes, overlaid with those representing broader concepts. I might choose an animal rune, or a rune representing a natural element. It depends on the creature I’m warding, and what its habits are. Once I have the base rune, I add on layers, and then finish it with something representing strength or luck. I guess I’m in a bit of a rut. My magic is feeling tired, lately. When it works, it doesn’t have the same staying power, and sometimes it just doesn’t work at all.”
Tapping his fingers on the desk, Covington regarded Stan with sympathy, then nodded. “You’re certainly not the first gamekeeper to hit a rut, and you won’t be the last. I think that a little bit of rest and relaxation is what’s needed here. I am going to suggest—no, I’m going to insist—that you take some time off and recharge your batteries. Meanwhile, I’ll give some thought to damage control."
Stan dipped his head in acknowledgment, but his posture was rigid as he exited the office. Finding his partner in the break room, Stan told him that Covington was taking him off the duty roster, and insisting he take some leave. “I don’t know, Owen” he said, picking dust off his sleeve and shaking his head. “I haven’t taken any vacation time in over a year, so maybe Covington has a point, but I feel like I’m more than just tired. I’m soul tired. I’m not sure that a week on my sofa with daytime TV and a tray of bonbons is going to fix anything.”

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Barbara Robinson is an author of contemporary and historical romance set against a backdrop of magical realism. She is a deep thinker and tea drinker who finds inspiration in myths and folktales, poems and ballads, and academic writing on a variety of subjects. Diagnosed with autism and giftedness as an adult, she enjoys exploring themes of neurodiversity and opposing character perspectives in her writing.
She is an avid gardener and lover of nature who works out plot lines and character sketches while nurturing her garden, walking in the woods, or sitting by the shoreline watching waves. She is known for world building that features rich and immersive detail, supported by meticulous research and careful observation.
Barbara lives in Nova Scotia, Canada, in the shadow of ancient mountains that lie along the Bay of Fundy coast. These rugged vistas shape her story settings, while providing the perfect backdrop for life with her husband, her hounds and her dragon (Pogona Vitticeps). She has a Bachelor of Arts from the University of King’s College and a Master of Arts at Dalhousie University, and she recently completed a Graduate Certificate in Creative Writing from the Humber School for Writers (Humber College, Toronto).

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Christmas Extravaganza for The Bridge to Magic by Alex Thornbury (GIVEAWAY)……..

Magic is the enemy, but also the saving force, in this gritty and fast-paced YA fantasy.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Bridge to Magic by Alex Thornbury, then be sure to add it to your bookshelf!  In honor of this first installment of The Sundered Web series, and courtesy of Bewitching Book Tours, fill out the form below for the chance to win a slew of prizes too!

An award-winning debut for lovers of traditional fantasy and the readers who crave the dark, disturbing and original.

Men thought they had won the war against magic, when a demi-god had sundered their realm and banished magic and its keepers to the deadlands. But then another terror was born. Nothing can survive the approaching Blight. Terren, the last refuge of mankind, now stands alone in its path. Only the bridge across the great chasm offers any hope of escape...for some.
Elika has long feared the bridge to the Deadlands. It had taken her parents, and the lives of more poor fools than she could count. What's there for them anyway on the other side but more suffering and death? Though the gods had abandoned them, the king and his priests will stop the Blight. They just need to destroy every echo of magic, the source of the Blight. Then she discovers that the biggest echo of magic is hiding inside her, and through her it seeks to enact the will of its own.
Accused of being a mage, she is hunted and hated. Many doubt her loyalties. Her gang turns against her. The one man she thought she could trust and love, abandons her. Everything she knew about her past shatters, as long-buried secrets about her true birth emerge. Worse still, she may not even be human. She must race to find a way to purge herself from magic's hold. But as time runs out for the city and her magic only grows in power, can she sacrifice herself to save the last of humanity and all that she loves?

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The Frost of Winter Solstice – by Alex Thornbury

Our village was the last to stand against the invasion of the godly folk from the southern kingdoms. With their strange magic of the cross and prayer, they had pushed back the Spirit’s Veil to our border and cleansed the lands of beings that visited humanity through ages past. And it fell to our warriors to hold back the godly folk from destroying the last of that which was sacred. The Veil was the only way our long-dead ancestors could return and bring their stories to our fireside. And it was through these stories that we kept the history of our lands alive.

The Winter Solstice of my twelfth year started like any other. Come sunset, the Veil would once again part, and would not close again until sunrise. It was to be a long night and the favourite with our family. We spent the day readying the cottage for visitors; sweeping, stocking the fire and keeping it bright and hot, as the visitors were prone to chills. Though they did not eat the food we offered, we still prepared a feast as much as we could in our poverty. Mother decorated everything to hide the meagre affair.

After sunset, my sister and I, scrubbed clean and dressed in our finest dresses, joined our parents by the fireplace. They stood side by side in front of Grandma’s favourite chair, holding hands and smiling.

‘Come children, look who is here,’ Mother exclaimed, forgetting in her excitement that we had not the adult eyes to see the beings from beyond the Veil.

‘It’s grandma,’ Father clarified.

So we went to stand beside our parents, looking down at the empty chair, feeling both chilled and yet secretly foolish. Only a handful of nights each year did the invisible visitors arrive. As I grew older, it was hard not to imagine this must be some game the adults played with their children, each solstice, Spring’s Rise and Eve of Souls.

‘Aye, they have grown since you saw them last summer,’ Mother said to the empty chair.

And we were made to sit on the floor by the fire, as mother and father took their seats at the feat-laden table. Grandma then told us stories, which our parents repeated, for we had not the adult ears to hear the voices of the beings from beyond the Veil.

As the night deepened, the fire flickered suddenly and turned icy blue and cold.

Our parents fell abruptly silent and stared at each other with a flash of fright. Then, with strained faces, they turned to me, and I knew what it meant. Only, I had never truly believed that this night would come for me. Surely this was just a game the adults played. We were meant to smile and eat the cakes and listen to the wise tales.

‘Frost has come,’ Father said gravely, looking at me.

I shook my head in denial. No, I never believed in Frost. That was his name, the changer who opened the eyes of children when they reached the cusp of adulthood. Except, not everyone survived the change. Else, some returned with Frost’s bite upon their toes and fingers. Like Ordur, the baker’s son, who now had only eight fingers left.

Both mother and father rose, for Frost was outside, waiting for me. They led me to the door, dressed as I was for the warm fireplace and not the snow-covered landscape beyond warm walls.

The cold hit me instantly, cutting and laced with threat.

‘Walk to the white tree where Frost is waiting,’ said Mother with a treble to her voice, and closed the door behind me.

Barefooted, I began the walk to the edge of the forest. It was dark, save for the moonlit snow, and the chill in the air was fierce. As I drew closer to the white tree, the air grew colder and colder, until my blood threatened to turn to ice. No one was around.

At the tree, I stopped. A part of me still denied that any of this was real. Surely, I just needed to turn around and return home, for I could no longer feel my legs or arms, and every breath I drew was shards of glass.

Sharp pain exploded in my eyes, and I cried out, closing them tight. Something warm trickled down my cheeks.

Another jarring pain hit my ears, and I fell to my knees.

I forced myself to open my eyes and saw drops of dark blood in the sparkling snow, and...large, furry paws. I followed the furry legs up and I saw him, beneath the tree, looming high above me. The creature was made of ice, with horns and fur and sharp, black teeth. In his thick hands, he clasped two needle-like icicles. Blood dripped from the tips.

He looked at me and I at him. Then he turned around and walked away into the forest. I returned home, weeping tears and blood.

Mother wrapped me in a blanket and comforted me with kind words. But it was

Grandma’s voice I recognised from long ago that soothed me. ‘Bring the wee lass to the fire and give her the hot apple wine with extra sugar. She’ll be right in no time.’

In the chair sat Grandma, her form faint and glowing.

‘Come over here, lass, and sit next to your sister where I can see you better. Now, where was I? Oh aye, I remember. I was a wee bit younger than you when Frost came for me. It was the winter after the great fire that swept through the forest when the old fool Baerran the Wise offended the Firelord...’

And the rest of the night I listened to my grandma’s old stories, whilst my parents repeated them for my younger sister. And I hoped our warriors would keep the godly folk away from our lands.

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Alex Thornbury is an award-winning author. She grew up in Cheshire UK, and developed a deep love of history and fantasy thanks to the many castles she visited as a child. Though she grew up to be an Alchemist by trade, she never stopped fantasising about other worlds, dragons and epic battles.

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Book Blitz for Bewitching the Vampire by Brooklyn Ann (GIVEAWAY)….

A witch and a vampire find themselves drawn to each other in a scorching battle of wills that has these former enemies working together to save both of their communities.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Bewitching the Vampire by Brooklyn Ann, then add it to your bookshelf!  In honor of this ninth installment in the Brides of Prophecy series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $15 Amazon GC too!

The Lord Vampire of New Orleans meets his match in the leader of the local witch coven.

Magic is returning to Earth, and Raina Callahan’s witch coven is growing more powerful. She’s been warned to be wary of catching interest from dangerous people, and sure enough, she discovers that someone is following her. Her stalker turns out to be the owner of a vampire-themed club—who really is a vampire. And although he is dead sexy and charming, Raina is not okay with his surveillance or his intent to claim her as his. She will use every means of magic at her disposal to thwart him.

Valentin St. Scarasse, Lord Vampire of New Orleans, has a weakness for voluptuous women with magic in their blood. Just when he has his sights set on what promises to be a delicious meal—and maybe a few passionate nights in bed—the Thirteenth Elder commands him to watch over the witch and her coven and keep them safe. But when Raina catches Valentin spying on her, the witch and the vampire embark on a battle of wills that will only end if they surrender to the heat between them.

As the Evil One’s cultists invade the city, Raina and Valentin must learn to trust each other and together, help their communities form an alliance that both sides swore would never happen.

EXCERPT:

Raina felt the heat of the blood through the glass jar and felt a wave of dumbstruck awe at the surrealness of holding a pint of Valentin’s blood in her hands. “Thank you for keeping your end of the bargain. And for the food.” Feeling awkward, she rose from the couch. “I’d better head back.”
Valentin gave her a rueful smile. “I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible, chérie.”
“Why not?”
“The sun came up ten minutes ago.” His smile broadened, abandoning any pretense of remorse. “The building is locked down until dusk.”
Raina’s jaw dropped in the face of his mild tone. “You planned this on purpose!”
“Maybe.” Valentin gave her another smug smile. “You may as well put that blood in the fridge and text your friends so they don’t worry about you.”
She followed his first suggestion since she didn’t want to destroy a rare and powerful tool for her magic. The sight of the bottles of water, juice, wine, and fresh packages of lunchmeat and cheese made her want to kick herself for not noticing that he’d planned for her to stick around all day.
Instead, she whirled on him and summoned two fireballs in the palms of her hands. “Let me out now. Or else.”
The vampire vanished, and then she felt hot, steely manacles on her wrists before she was spun around and propelled forward at light speed. Raina blinked and found herself in the bathroom. Before she could process that, cold water sprayed on her hands and face.
Valentin’s lips grazed her ear as he growled in a terrifying voice. “Don’t you ever summon fire in my lair. Fight me all you want, but I will not allow you to endanger my people.”
I’m sorry, she almost said, but her anger, both at his trapping her here and how easily he’d overpowered her, bubbled back to the surface. She’d worked hard on being able to summon flames like Xochitl. And he’d managed to break her concentration and snuff them the minute he seized her. Yet he’d still drenched her in the shower when that wasn’t even necessary.
“Fine,” she snarled back. “Have some water then.”
Gathering her power, she redirected the shower spray over her shoulder so it would hit him in the face.
Valentin’s gurgled sounds of outrage told her she’d aimed true. A torrent of French curses escaped him, somehow managing to sound both scary and sexy. His grip on her tightened almost painfully, then she was spun around again and pinned against the shower wall.
“I endured the stinking floodwaters of Katrina, witch. Your little waterspouts won’t harm me.”
His eyes glowed green fire, his lips were drawn back to reveal his fangs, and his hair hung in wet dripping strands over his face. Damn him. Somehow, he managed to look hot and terrifying at the same time. Mingled arousal and fear chased away her bravado.
He must have seen her momentary defeat, for his lips curved in a feral grin. “What’s your next move, chérie?”
Damn him! She bared her own teeth in a bitter grin. “You told me you wished you could fly.”
Raina shoved her power outward, intending to propel him into the wall. But Valentin’s grip remained on her shoulders, so she went flying with him. They slammed into the wall above the bathtub with a sickening crack of tile. The impact knocked the wind out of her. A pitiful “oof” escaped her mouth, and her head spun with dizziness.
Wearing a corset had been a terrible idea. The wire boning dug into her breasts and ribs uncomfortably.
“Mon pauvre,” Valentin murmured in a husky voice before she was once more flipped around and pinned. “I think that hurt you worse than it did me.”
“I’m fine,” she lied. “Your move.”
“If you wish.”
Then his mouth was on hers, hot and insistent. Raina melted under the onslaught and returned the kiss hungrily. She tried to reach for his hair, but he kept her arms pinned against the cold tile.

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Formerly an auto-mechanic, Brooklyn Ann thrives on writing romance, urban fantasy, and horror novels featuring unconventional heroines and heroes who adore them. Author of historical paranormal romance in her critically acclaimed “Scandals with Bite” series, urban fantasy in the cult favorite, “Brides of Prophecy” novels, rockstar romance in the award-winning, “Hearts of Metal” series, and horror in the “B Mine” series, horror romances riffing on the 1970s and 1980s B horror movies that feature a Final Couple instead of a Final Girl.
She lives in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho with her gamer son, rockstar/IT Guy boyfriend, three cats, a few project cars, an extensive book collection, and miscellaneous horror memorabilia.

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Readers will be drawn to this sci-fi story of a strong and sassy heroine with psychic and magical abilities who's being hunted down by a crazed witch who transformed herself into a spider...along with sexy alien males hoping to claim her as their mate.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Warlord's Stormy Skye by Gail Kroger, then learn even more about this witty and steamy rom-com by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this seventeenth installment in the Coletti Warlords series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $20 bookstore GC too!

My name is Skye McAllister, I’m a psychic witch and a healer. My life is a rollercoaster ride of craziness. My unique electrical powers have a bunch of alien males eyeing me like I’m prime rib at an all-you-can-eat banquet.

If that wasn’t bad enough, a crazy old witch transformed herself into a half-human Kotsor spider and is trying to kill me with hexes, magical bombs, and her zillion hatchlings. Have you ever tried to disarm an enchanted bomb with space Neanderthals trying to claim you as their mate? It’s a good way to die.
To keep me alive, Zarek, the Coletti Overlord, assigned me a partner. Vorian is a badass War Commander who is used to people obeying him immediately. Like that’s going to happen. I will admit he’s sex on two legs, and so damn pretty. But if I let my hormones dictate my actions, we’d be bound for life. Not happening.
Once we rid the galaxy of Mallox and the evil spider lady, I’m ditching his fine ass.

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I winced. I had let my temper get the best of me and now my energy levels were dangerously low. Which meant I’d have to drink Vorian’s blood to disarm Marion’s nasty little traps. Ugh. Plus, if I didn’t find a way to stop them, my rabid suitors were going to get me killed. Talk about a rock and a hard place. If the price of saving Earth was becoming Coletti until I could conjure up a cure, so be it. I took a deep breath and gestured at the onyx ownership band Vorian held in his left hand. “How do you put that thing on?”
The War Commander stared at me in surprise. “You are prepared to become my mate?”
The thought of having sex with any male made me sick to my stomach. “I thought human females disgusted you. This will be a platonic partnership, nothing more.” I held out my hand. “Deal?”
Vorian’s eyes narrowed speculatively, then he took my hand. “Deal.” I looked at Zarek and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
A faint smile on his face, Zarek nodded. “I have no objections.”
“The copper etchings state you belong to me,” Vorian said as he fastened the band around my throat. “Oh yay! What I’ve always wanted. My very own dog collar.” It adjusted to fit my neck perfectly.
Vorian expelled a long breath. “Most females consider it an honor to be chosen.”

“I’m not most females.”

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I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea of what a real emergency is. Take this for an example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am, but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But... What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone, I took up writing.

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A woman trying to perfect her magical talents finds herself romantically distracted by her new boss who is more than what he seems.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of I Dream of Demigods by Alexa Sullivan, then learn even more about this contemporary paranormal romance by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this first installment in The Law of Love series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $50 bookstore GC too!

Ro Baird can't cast a spell without setting her own pants on fire—until she kisses her hot new boss, Alex. Suddenly, she's able to access her magic...sort of...and she now has a familiar, who may be more trouble than she is helpful.

Alex Kouris happens to be a soul-stealing demigod of the Underworld. He claims he's trying to leave the life, but can she really trust a man whose magical talents are manipulation and charm? When Alex enlists a shady ex to help him, Ro must risk her heart and her life to save him and humanity from Hades’s evil scheme.
Can she harness her true power to set Alex and herself free?

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“You’re not for real, right?” I shook my head. “You’re just...so nice. No one’s this nice.”
Alex held my gaze. His eyes were mesmerizing pools of warm brown. “Listening and caring is just being decent. It shouldn’t be shocking.” He lifted a hand and smoothed my hair back from my face.
This wasn’t normal boss behavior, but at some point, I’d forgotten Alex was my supervisor. The air felt warm and damp, and it smelled like the ocean again, the scent wild and comforting at the same time.
Alex’s hand stilled against my temple.
Hardly breathing, I lifted my left hand and brushed my fingers against his. He squeezed my hand.
I reached for his other hand, and either I stepped close, or he pulled me in. Or maybe it happened at the same time. We were toe-to-toe now, inches away from full-body contact. My brain hazed over as I tilted my head up.
He angled his head down.
Our noses touched. Our mouths were an inch away from each other. “This is probably about to be a bad idea.”
His voice, low and husky, sent a pleasant tingle down my neck. “Terrible,” I whispered. I dove into his arms, and he pressed his mouth to mine.

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Alexa Sullivan writes humorous, contemporary paranormal romance. She imagines a world where the mundane meets magic -- and where vampires, werewolves and witches have normal jobs. Oh, and there are cats, too. She sets all her books in the beautiful state of Oregon. When not writing, she can be found walking her cat on a leash, hanging out with her husband, and watching far too much Bravo reality TV.

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A secret group of supernatural beings fuels this suspenseful story of opposites attracting as a dragon wanting to live in secret comes out in the open to aid a sorcerer doctor in saving her friend's life.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Searching: Dragons of New York by Rachel Graves, then discover even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this first installment in the Dragons of New York series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $50 bookstore GC too!

A dragon terrified of being discovered by the government, Ravenna Drake is constantly on the move. When the woman who raised her gets cancer, Ravenna trades her nomadic work restoring black market magical goods for a steady job. But her cautious life ends after her name is found at the scene of a werewolf murder.

Dr. Ian Chen, a sorcerer bonded to a powerful relic, works for the government treating supernatural citizens. He insists on investigating when his patient’s body is discovered completely drained of blood. His search leads him to the beautiful but frustrating Ravenna Drake, who refuses to stay away from the case or follow his instructions.
As more bloodless bodies surface, threats from secret societies and corrupt politicians force the dragon and the sorcerer to work together. If Ravenna and Ian can’t catch the killer, the people they love the most may be the next to die.

EXCERPT:

“Someone like me?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t know.” She spread her arms wide in defeat. “That’s just it, Ian, I don’t know. I want to know, but all I’ve got now are guesses and ideas. You use magic, and that’s great. But you aren’t going to use me.” She pivoted on one foot and started to walk away from him.
“Raven, wait.” He reached out and caught her arm, the muscles under his fingers hardened immediately.
“Do not grab me.” Her voice was an angry hiss.
“No, that’s not, I just...” He let go. “Last night was wonderful. This isn’t how this is supposed to go.”
“No, it’s really not.” She pinched her eyes shut for a second. “I thought we’d had this fight already.”
“We did. But something tells me we’ll have it again anytime I’m worried about you.”
“It’s not your job to worry about me, Ian. Not even a little.” Her head dropped down, resigned.
What’s so wrong about wanting to keep you safe? He scrambled for a way to explain something so obvious. A car pulled up, blocking the alleyway, and he tensed again.
“No, don’t worry, you don’t have to,” she put her hand on his arm, the touch gentle and reassuring. “That’s my ride. Ian, I...Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “You, too.”
She nodded back, and he struggled between the need to see what Tony was up to and the desire to climb into the car with her and keep working this out. Because I know we need to get past this, but damned if I can think of how. You look sad, Raven, tell me why. Let me help.
Instead, she got into the car and he went back inside the shop.

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Rachel Graves writes mysteries that blend the supernatural with steamy, sexy scenes. Her work explores the many shades of gray found between the lines of right and wrong. Rachel's books focus on strong heroines who take charge of their own fate, their friends, and their families. Rachel is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America and uses research skills honed getting a graduate degree in psychology to seek out rare folklore and magical creatures. Her writing incorporates popular monsters like vampires and werewolves as well as diverse creatures like selkies and yuki onna. Rachel has lived in a cursed town, taken far too many ghost tours, and counts down to every Halloween starting in November. You can read short stories and learn more about her on her WEBSITE.

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The fates, a bit of magic, and a determined woman all combine to depict a steamy romance that will pull readers in wholeheartedly.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Jack by Megan Slayer, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this second installment in the Summon a Bad Boy series, fill out the form below for the chance to win a necklace and bracelet handcrafted by Ms. Slayer too!

I call on the fates to bring my love to me. As I will it, so mote it be...

What if those simple words plus a name on a scroll could guarantee true love? The moment Mandy meets Jack, she knows he’s the one. Tall, dark, handsome and those tattoos...He’s quiet, smart and brooding, too. She wants to run her hands all over his body and taste his kiss. What’s a girl to do? Turn to the Summon a Bad Boy spell and take a cooking class with him? Mix a bad boy with some magic and have faith. Anything’s possible, and Mandy won’t stop until she gets her man.

EXCERPT:

“Hi.”
She flinched, then put the stick of deodorant down. “Sorry. You startled me. Was lost in my thoughts.” She faced the man speaking to her. Jack clasped his hands together and the lopsided half-smile curled on his lips. “Jack.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you. You looked like you were in the groove.” He remained in his place. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” She leaned her elbow on the box and turned her full attention to him. “You found me.”
“You mentioned the store,” he said.
“I did.” He’d been listening? Nice. “How are you? Did you have a long night?”
“Long enough,” he said. “Didn’t have to throw anyone out.”
“That’s a plus.” She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. Part of her wanted to reach out to him. The rest of her had to remember she was in public and at work. “Are you shopping? Can I help you find something? We just put a bunch of new stock on the shelves. I can help you if you’d like.” She needed to stop talking. “Sorry.”
“Why?”
“I don’t always know when to stop while I’m ahead.” She cleared her voice to sort herself out. “May I help you find something?”
“Not exactly.” He squeezed his fingers. “I have a question.”
“Sure.” She stood upright and tucked her hands into the front of her smock. “What can I do for you?”
He sighed and his fingers trembled. “I signed up for a cooking class tonight.”
“Very nice. I’d love to try those. I’m a terrible cook, but I’ve never been brave enough to sign up for a class,” she said. “What are you going to learn to make?”
He tensed, but dipped his head slightly. “Salmon steaks and roasted potatoes.”
Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t realized she was hungry until now. “Sounds delicious.”
“It does.” He squeezed his fingers again. “Would you like to join me?”
“At the class?” She hesitated. It almost sounded like he’d asked her out on a date. Sort of. “Tonight?”
“If you’re busy, then don’t worry about it.” He closed his eyes. “It’s okay.”
“No, I’d like to go.” She touched his hand. The sparks shot from her fingers to her heart, then to her pussy. The man had a quiet strength and stability about him. “Sounds like a great time.”

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AUTHOR INFO:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library. Find out more about Megan and Wendi HERE.

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Book Blast for Jimmy by Megan Slayer (GIVEAWAY)…….

Magic and romance meet in this tale of an average-looking woman and the summoning spell that brings her closer to the sexy, tattooed man who's been the star of her dreams since she first saw him. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Jimmy by Megan Slayer, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this first installment in the Summon a Bad Boy series fill out the form below for the chance to win a necklace and bracelet handcrafted by Ms. Slayer too!

I call on the fates to bring my love to me. As I will it, so mote it be...

What if those simple words plus a name on a scroll could guarantee true love? Karey’s determined to find out if the spell, Summon a Bad Boy, works, and she knows just who she’s going to ask for. Jimmy McCreadie. The tattooed man makes her weak in the knees -- he’s every naughty desire she’s had come to life. She’s nothing like the women he dates, and far too shy for her own good, but she’s not giving up.
Mix a bad boy with some magic and have faith. Anything’s possible. Karey’s desire just might come true.

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As he rounded the corner, he collided with a stack of books, knocking every volume onto the floor. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Damn fool.” He had knelt to pick up the mess when he spotted Karey coming toward him.
“Let me help you.” She picked up a few of the books. “I keep telling them this display is dangerous.” As she stood, she locked gazes with him. “You.”
“Me?” He tucked the books under his arm.
“You’re him.” She blushed, and her eyes widened.
Shit. This usually turned into him being escorted out for potentially causing trouble or being accused of theft. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
“No.” She put the novels on a nearby table. “You’re the man from the tattoo shop.” “Tattoo You? That’s me.”
Her blush deepened. “You’re quite the artist. I admire your work.”
“You do?” Did that sound dumb? “Thank you.”
She hesitated. “Would you like some coffee? I’m lousy at brewing, but I can pour it for you? On the house?”
“I’ll gladly pay for it. I’m the one who caused the trouble by knocking over those books, but yes, I’d love a cup.” He followed her over to the coffee counter. “Thank you.”
“Here.” She pulled two mugs from the rack. “Have a seat.”
He settled at the counter where she’d directed him and waited. His hands shook. The last woman to invite him to have coffee with her was Jackie, his ex-wife. He’d dated a few times since the divorce, but only one-night-stand kinds of dates. Nothing of substance. But with Karey, he felt a connection, even stronger than the one he’d felt when she looked at him through the window of his store. When she smiled, a piece of his heart melted.
“Here.” She placed two mugs on the table. “My name is Karey. I didn’t know if you’d want cream or sugar. I can get them if you’d like.”
“Black is fine.” Karey. He liked the way her name sounded. “I’m Jimmy.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jimmy.”

AUTHOR INFO:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library. Find out more about Megan and Wendi HERE.

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 Magic, and the healing power of love, take center stage in this steamy paranormal romance of fate and second chances.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of A Touch Charmed by Sonia Hartl, then add this second installment in the Zodiac Cove series to your bookshelf!

My return released magic to the descendants of the Zodiac—but I can’t use it unless I touch the one I left behind.

Thora: For the first time in seven years, I returned to Zodiac Cove. Instead of keeping my head down while I regrouped after losing my job, I got forced into an ancient battle for the fate of the island I still called home. My healing power can combat the curse’s deadly poison, but the only way to access my magic is by touching Finn Wilder, the man responsible for why I left in the first place. As a descendant of Aries, I’m not one to back down from a fight. But putting my heart on the line for a second time might be more than I’m willing to risk.
Finn: I’ve spent the last seven years trying to forget Thora Chase, the feisty Aries who’s had my heart since we were just kids. She refuses to forgive me, but as the curse sets its sights on us, we have no choice but to stick together. While she claims she’s impervious to my Libra charms, our magic reveals just how hot the passion still burns between us. But the forces that tore us apart before are still lurking.
And a forked-tongue man with a connection to the curse is determined to keep us apart by any means necessary. Even if he has to kill us.

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AUTHOR INFO:

Sonia Hartl is the author of YA and adult romance. Her books have been featured in PopSugar, BuzzFeed, Vulture, Book Riot, and Life Savvy, among other publications, received a starred review from BookPage, and earned nominations for the Georgia Peach Book Award, YALSA’s Quick Picks for Reluctant Readers, Bank Street College of Education’s Best Children’s Books of the Year, and ALA’s Rise: A Feminist Book Project List, and was named an Amazon Editors’ Pick for Best Young Adult. When she’s not writing she enjoys board games with her family, attempting to keep her garden alive, or looking up craft projects she’ll never get around to completing on Pinterest. She lives in Michigan with her spouse and two daughters.

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