December 14, 2014

Paranormally Yours 7 Hot Stories @Diane_Saxon et al. #RLFblog #PNR

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

The Reluctant Gift by Sotia Lazu

Salina has earned her one-year vacation on Earth, damn it! She's been an exemplary sentinel for her pack, and saved all the universes.
Too bad she hasn't been very effective at kicking Aherin to the curb. She had one little lapse in judgement—sleeping with the annoyingly persistent vampire—and now he just won't leave.
As if that wasn't enough, her holiday plans are spoiled, her world is turned upside down, and she's going to miss out on a yummy family dinner, all because she's kidnapped on Christmas Eve.
By Santa.

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Dreaming of a Wolf by Sofia Grey

Alun was Olivia's first, and he was supposed to be her forever. After a tragic accident steals him away, Olivia wonders how she can ever be whole again.
When he starts talking to her in her dreams, she has to ask herself: is she going mad with grief, or is there still a chance for their forever?

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Red Dawn by Ann Gimpel

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

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Courting Mortality by Loralie Hall

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

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For Heaven's Cakes by Diane Saxon

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

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Uncaged by Christy Gissendaner

Mixed breed vampire shifter, Gabe Moncrief, has made a name for himself in the Cage, an arena where only the strong survive. He's training for the fight of his life--and vengeance--when Rain Pettis appears. As an Elemental - a supernatural being descended from Zeus himself - she holds the key to his future in the Cage.
As much as she loves her brothers, Rain needs to break away from their overwhelming influence to become her own person. Gabe is the only shifter capable of standing up to them. But when Rain learns a secret that tests her loyalty to her family, she has a decision to make. Does she risk it all for love? And can she bear watching Gabe endanger his life within the Cage?

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Pursuing Grace by Anita Cox

Though Grace McGovern just graduated college, she's restless, has no idea what to do with her life and to top it off, she finds herself single and unsatisfied with relationships in general.
Roman intends to claim Grace and make her his mate and part of his pack. He's searched for her for five years and now she's within his longing grasp, apart from one minor problem. She has no idea she's a wolf.
As Grace tries to identify and cope with her inner wolf, she also needs to figure out the unprecedented and undeniable pull Roman has on her. Could he finally offer her the fulfilling relationship for which she's been yearning?

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  1. Welcome, everyone! Many of you have been on RLF before. For the newbies, come on in and make yourselves at home.

  2. How exciting Ladies - looks like a wonderful anthology - could we get an excerpt or dozen, please ~smiles~


    1. Of course you can, Michelle! Love to send you excerpts. Just PM me and I'll get them right over to you.

  3. Thanks so much for hosting us, Kayelle! It's a pleasure to be here. If I can return the favor and feature you on my blog, just holler!

  4. Thanks for hosting us today, Kayelle! And I'd like to offer readers a chance to enter our giveaway for a KINDLE! Just drop by and share the post I'm about to link here, and tag 5 friends.

  5. Thank you for hosting us, Kayelle! It has been such a pleasure working with these fine ladies.

  6. Here's an excerpt from Red Dawn. LOL It's about the only part of the novella that has a PG rating!
    ...Llyr stood on a rocky, deserted shore on an unnamed island south of New Zealand. Cold, damp wind sent shivers along his arms. Galatea moved from where she squatted a few feet away and closed her arms around him. “Do you need a break?”
    He shook his head emphatically. “No. I can make this work. I know I can.” He watched with disgust as one of his arms shimmered into half a flipper.
    Galatea blew out a frustrated sounding breath. “Let’s start over from the beginning.”
    “Let’s not. We’re here on land. I don’t want to retreat to our whale forms again. We’ve done that, and it didn’t make this any easier.”
    “All right.” She let go of him and stepped back, eying him appraisingly, as if she were taking his measure.
    Llyr straightened. It was important she not find him lacking—on any front. He crinkled his brow in thought. “I have an idea.”
    She crooked a finger his way. “Out with it.”
    “You have two types of magic. The sort all whale shifters have, which you discovered, and your Sea Witch power. You’re trying to use your witch powers, and my magic is fighting you all the way.”
    He glanced askance at her. “You’re the first Sea Witch to pick a mate. Men had sex with them and then ran the other way. No one ever wanted to get much closer than that.”
    Galatea rolled her eyes. “Yeah, we scared the crap out of everyone because of Circe.” Breath whistled from between her teeth. “Idiots! If we’d wished to sow harm, we wouldn’t require proximity.”
    He strode to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You make it sound like we overreacted.” Llyr took a measured breath. “Circe and her nymphs turned Odysseus and his men into animals. Remember? They had to roust Hermes to save them.”
    “Your point?” She screwed her mouth into a moue.
    “Circe was the first Sea Witch, which makes you a direct descendent.” He tightened his grip on her shoulders. “I’ve always been proud and honored you broke tradition and mated with me.”
    A corner of her mouth twitched. “Maybe I was relieved I wouldn’t have to spend hundreds of years by myself. Not that you weren’t the best looking whale I’d ever seen,” she grinned archly, “but you were also the only one who wasn’t scared of my power.”
    He kissed the tip of her nose. “So can we try my idea?”
    “Sure. Give me a moment.” She turned away from him, and the air around her glittered in diamond tones, some clear, some yellow, some a watery rose. When she turned, she nodded sharply.
    Llyr reached deep to where his own magic dwelt and threaded a tendril outward to weave with hers. Muted triumph flashed through him when his power braided neatly with hers. He gave the spell time to mature, feeling the difference as it filled him.
    Time dripped past; the sky shaded to deep purple as night approached. Clouds heavy with moisture peppered the horizon, and a light snow pelted down, but Llyr wasn’t cold anymore.
    “Gala?” he ventured as the last of the dying day washed over them.
    She opened her eyes. “Yes.”
    “This will work.”
    “I thought the same, but there’s a price.”
    Llyr’s stomach tightened. “Tell me.”
    “When I use the witch power, I can do more, much more. My own magic is closer, more personal. What we’ve created is draining me. I can maintain it, but not hold my human form at the same time.”
    “What do you want us to do?” Llyr asked.
    The edges of her body became insubstantial as she struggled to maintain her shifted shape. “Since our first efforts didn’t work, we’ll do it this way. I’ll see if I can’t figure out a way to keep both my magic and our combined spell afloat at the same time, but for now I must return to the sea while I can still get myself there…”

  7. Thank you so much for having us :)

    And for Michelle, who asked for excerpts:

    “What the hell is going on here?” Aherin hadn’t expected to find anyone other than Salina waiting for him when he kicked his door open. Hers had been the only scent to reach his nostrils, as he approached the tomb that had become his home.

    But of course, Santa and his elves only smelled faintly of candy.

    “Care to explain?” He arched an eyebrow at Saint Nicholas, and was about to go on a tirade about property law, when he took in Salina sitting on the ground. Forgetting his questions, he rushed to her. “Salina? What happened to you?”

    He was kneeling down next to her, when she turned and punched him in the nose. The momentum of her whole body fortifying her left hook landed him on his ass.

    “Like you don’t know them.” She hopped to her feet, and assumed the fighting stance that always made his desire for her soar. Legs spread at shoulder width, knees slightly bent, her weight perfectly balanced. She held up her fists, emerald eyes sparkling dangerously.

    Finding his footing just as gracefully as she had, he raised his hands, palms facing her, to show he posed no threat. “I know them. Well, him.” He pointed at Santa, who apparently saw that as his cue to cut in.

    “Are you one”—he pushed his glasses a bit further up the bridge of his nose—“Aherin the Resurrected?”

    So he had a nickname now? Cool. Still… “Oh, cut the fancy formalities, Nicholas. You know full well who I am. You wouldn’t have met the Missus, if it weren’t for me doing the introd…”
    He trailed off at Salina’s stunned look.

    “I’m a romantic,” he said to her. “They were both jolly and both single. It was an obvious match.”

    Her eyes remained wide as saucers, but she waved at him impatiently. “Just tell me what is going on here. Who is he?”

    Santa answered before Aherin could. “I am the Santa Claus, Ms. Crest. Feel free to call me Santa.” He glared at Aherin. “Both of you.”

    Salina looked at Aherin, and appeared to believe him when he nodded his confirmation. “And what do you want?” she asked Nicky—sorry, Santa. “Is it another curse thing? Did a reindeer go missing or something? ’Cause I’m supposed to be on vacation on this plane, and I’m not even the Balancers’ favorite. Maybe you wanna check in with my sister? She’s the one who usually takes on the hero stuff.”

    Even as she spoke, Aherin could see her assessing her surroundings. He’d seen her fight her way out of a couple extremely sticky situations, and knew she was about to wipe the floor with red velvet.

    “Nothing like that, child.” Santa’s tone was casual now. “I’m here on my usual business, delivering Christmas presents. You”—he turned to Aherin—“were a very good boy-mpire this year!”

    “Boy-mpire?” Salina snorted. “That’s not even a word.”

    “I would not throw stones, dear. We have all heard your vocabulary, and I do not mean back when you were a cub.” The playful glint in his eyes belied the stern voice. “As I was saying, because of your being a very good boy-mpire, and helping avert the destruction of all universes, the Balancers have decided you deserve a present. I am here to deliver you that present: Salina Crest, if you will have her.”

  8. Thanks for being here! Always good to have new books to read...

  9. Thank you so much for hosting us Kayelle, I always love visiting your site.

    Just a small taster of For Heaven's Cakes

    Instead of the old boy, a curvaceous brunette stared at him with eyes the color of cinnamon. Her startled gaze caught and held his with stunning luminosity and a hint of familiarity in them. His automatic reaction to the sight of a beautiful woman was to smile, but she ducked her head and applied herself to serving the middle aged lady who struggled to keep a pair of lively young boys in hand.

    Zeke made straight for the counter, leaned his elbow on it and cupped his chin in his hand while he stared at the delicious, buxom morsel on the opposite side. With a flick of her hair, she lifted her nose and ignored him completely while she addressed her customer.

    “Thank you Mrs. Porter, I hope it helps.”

    She gave a stiff smile while she kept her attention on the older lady who scrabbled with her package and hastened her two boys from the shop as though she believed Zeke’s wild boy attitude was contagious. Beau glanced at Zeke who stared with puppy dog eyes at the assistant. Perhaps it was.

    “Hey, kitty cat.”

    Beau tried not to roll his eyes, but his brother was so predictable, his deep Irish voice smoothed the way for the next woman to take her place between his sheets.

    “Zeke.” All cool business, the woman raised an eyebrow and Beau sidled in closer, unable to resist the soft curve of her mouth, the wide invitation of her eyes. “What can I help you with today?” The slow roll of her husky voice gave his breath a sharp hitch.

    Beau imagined she’d practiced the line so many times in an attempt to avoid all the connotations and interpretations his bad brother could spin on it. Still, Zeke leaned in, gave her his undivided attention and a wolfish grin, “I need a party pack. What would you recommend?”

    She drew in a long breath through her delicate nostrils and Beau watched with increasing interest as her ample bosom expanded. She blew out through beautifully sculptured lips and his mouth watered.

    “Zeke, I think you know we don’t carry adequate stock for your requirements,” Beau almost spluttered out his appreciation of her cheerful rejoinder, but she held up one long, elegant finger “…but I can offer you these.”

    As she turned to the shelf behind her and bent over to reach the condoms, Beau stretched onto his toes to get a good look at her over the counter. The rounded globes of her ass were nicely enhanced by the tight stretch of her black skirt. His pulse kicked up and he gave an uneasy swallow. He lowered himself back down as she straightened and turned.
    The quick flick of her gaze caught his again before she gave her attention to his brother.

    “Here you go, Zeke. I placed a special order just for you.”

    A soft choking sound came from Zeke as he picked the blue box up from the counter.
    Face blank, the pretty assistant stood stock still. The only giveaway was a rapid blink of her eyes as she waited patiently.

    “You are an evil woman.” Zeke managed to splutter out as he studied the box, then waggled the condoms at her. “I have never bought extra small condoms in my life.”

  10. Thank you so much for hosting. Sorry, I'm late to the party. The flu has been kicking my butt.

    Just a small cute except from Pursuing Grace.

    Roman scooped her up in his arms and ran toward the main house. “Keep your eyes closed and your face behind your hands. You’re going to be fine. Okay?”

    “What is going on? I feel weird.” She buried her face in Roman’s chest, despite the fact that she slammed her cheek into his sternum with every stride he took. Her body hummed and tingled. Her vision blurred.

    “I think the doctor underestimated your wolf, the medicine or both. Hang on, we’re almost there.” He sprang up the back steps and burst through the door.

    “What did you do to her?” Tiffany yelled.

    “Shut up!” he growled. He took the entire flight of stairs in four steps and had Grace behind the closed door of her bedroom in no time. “Grace, your wolf wants out, but it’s very very weak. You’re sort of stuck in the middle right now.”

    “Is that why everything looks like it’s under water?” she cried.

    “Yes. Now, I’m going to suggest that you don’t look in the mirror at the moment, but I know how women…”

    He didn’t have time to finish. She’d already looked at the mirror and her reflection. A mixture of a scream and a howl blasted of her throat, frightening her further. Her canine teeth protruded and a muzzle had started to form. Her hands were stuck between paw and hand in a weird disfigured mess.

    “It will go away. But you have to try to relax.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “I won’t leave, I promise.”

    “You keep thaying that.” Her abnormally long tongue was hanging out of her mouth. She clamped her hands over her muzzle. “This thukth.”

    Roman tried not to laugh. Grace didn’t try. She allowed the laugh to escape then sat on the floor.

    “Aren’t I thexthy?” She laughed again and flopped on her back.

    Tiffany pounded on the door. “What’s going on in there? Is she okay?”

    “Go get the doc, but don’t let anyone else in. Got it?” Roman yelled.

    Grace heard the scrape of nails on the floor. Apparently, Tiffany preferred to run as wolf.
    “I feel thumthing buthing,” she tried to say.

    “Buzzing?” Roman asked. Grace nodded. “We’ll ask the doctor. For now, take deep breaths and close your eyes. See if you can talk to your wolf.”


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