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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Broken by Cynthia Eden


Broken
(Lost Series, Bk #1)
By Cynthia Eden

Blurb:
The first novel in New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Eden’s sizzling LOST series introduces the Last Option Search Team, an elite unit that must protect the only surviving victim of a serial killer.

Ex-SEAL and LOST founder Gabe Spencer is accustomed to the unusual in his job. But when knockout Eve Gray steps into his office, he’s rattled. For the mysterious woman is a dead ringer for the heiress thought to be the latest prey of the serial killer who goes by the name Lady Killer.

When Eve awoke in an Atlanta hospital, her past was a blank slate. Then she recognized her own face in the newspaper and vowed to learn the truth. Determined to confront the nightmares hidden in her mind, she never expects to find a partner in Gabe.

As Gabe and Eve work together, their explosive attraction becomes irresistible. Gabe knows that his desire for Eve is growing too strong, bordering on a dangerous obsession, but nothing pulls him away from her. And when another Eve lookalike disappears, Gabe vows to protect Eve at all costs. While Eve may have forgotten the killer in her past, it’s clear he hasn’t forgotten her.



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“Do you think I’m a con artist or a victim?”

“I think you’re a woman who has been hurt.” No denying that. “One of my team members, Wade Monroe, is contacting the Montgomery family. We’ll get DNA from them and find out—”

“If I’m Jessica.” There was hope in the words. Enough hope to break his heart.

Gabe nodded.

“When will we know?”

It would take a few days, even with the strings that he could pull. “As soon as possible,” he said, not wanting to give her a specific timetable.

“Thank you.” Then, just like that, she was across the car, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you.”

His arms wrapped around her, an instinctive response. She smelled faintly of flowers, a sweet scent that teased his nose, and her body was soft against his.

She tried to pull away, as if realizing what she’d just done.

For an instant he was tempted to hold her, to keep her close.

She’s a client. Focus.

He let her go, but his body ached.

“I … um … I should get inside.”

Yes, she should. While he was still clutching tight to his control. The control that said he shouldn’t push her. Shouldn’t want her so much. Not when she’d already been hurt so badly.

Her fingers reached for the door.

“Let me,” he said, voice rumbling, and Gabe climbed from the Jag. In seconds he was on the passenger side, opening her door for her. She rose, and her body brushed against his.

He stepped back. Distance. He seriously needed to put some distance between then. But even with some fast steps back, he could still smell that light and sexy scent that clung to her body. 

And he still wanted her.

“Your shrink asked me a lot of questions about you,” Eve told him as she stood temptingly close.

Gabe inclined his head. “I’m sure—”

“I think she wanted to know why I respond so much to you.”

Oh, hell, she’d just said … He cleared his throat even as part of his body surged in quick response to her. “It’s a tense situation, you’re—”

“You don’t look at me as if I’m a victim.”

He stopped talking.

“I mean, you know what I am, but you still look at me and seem to just see me … as a woman.”

“Others see you the same way.” Doc Tyler sure did. Bastard.

“It’s different with you,” she murmured as she stepped even closer to him. Her head had tilted back so she could look into his eyes. “I don’t know what I’ve felt for other men before.”

Why did the idea of others have his body knotting with tension?

“But I know that when I see you, I want.” A hushed confession. “I just … I needed to tell you that.”

And he needed to make his self-control a hell of a lot stronger. Her lips were just inches from his, and he wanted her mouth beneath his. Wanted her lips open. Needed to taste her.

“You’re the first man I’ve wanted since I opened my eyes in that hospital.”

He could actually feel his control splintering. Client. Cli—

“You probably don’t want me. I—I might not be your type.”

Now her gaze had fallen, as if in embarrassment. Had she really just asked if she was his type? 

She was probably every damn man’s type.

“But you make me feel normal again, so I had to tell you—”

His fingers curved under her chin. “Eve …”

Her smile was a little too big. Too bright. “I don’t think I can handle anything else right now, I’m …” She pulled away. Stumbled onto the sidewalk. “I just wanted to tell you how I felt,” she told him again.

Then she walked into the shelter, her steps hurried. As if she were running.

From him.

He stared after her. She wanted him.

And she was so beyond his reach.


About the Author

USA Today Best-selling author Cynthia Eden has written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was named as a 2013 RITA® finalist for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.
Cynthia is a southern girl who loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings.  She has always wanted to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories.

Cynthia’s foreign sales for her books include translations to Japan, Germany, Thailand, Greece, and Brazil.
(Back in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology (because people interest her) and Communication (because she likes to write about said people).  Cynthia has worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. But now, Cynthia is thrilled to be spending her days making up stories.


          

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Sharon Hamilton's "SEAL My Home" Blog Tour


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SEAL My Home
by Sharon Hamilton
Blurb: 

Bad boy Rory Kennedy was raised in foster care, bouncing in and out of trouble along the way. He finds his true family and real brothers as a Navy SEAL, one of the Navy’s elite warriors. When his BUD/S instructor barked the SEAL’s Motto: Only Easy Day Was Yesterday, he knew he had found home.

Megan Palmer works in a bookstore and finds her passion in life through reading steamy romance novels. Her brief affair with a man she later found out was married has left her damaged, until she meets the handsome SEAL, who stands ready to open her world and give her things she’s only dreamed.

On a skiing trip, Rory suffers a possible career-ending injury and also comes face to face with a past he never knew of, and a family who had abandoned him. His relationship with Megan is tested to the breaking point as Rory wades through the dark waters of recovery and whether or not he can live without the life he loves. A home-grown terrorist cell forces his hand and he discovers his true purpose.




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Whatever she’d bottled up had come loose. Her appetite met her need, which should have scared him. But for the first time, he wanted her to need him. He could fill he up. She was starving for it.
        
And so was he.

She was sleeping, and he fell into her rhythm, inhaling when she did, exhaling also in tandem, feeling her soft sex crowning his thigh. He thought of all the lovely things he wanted to say to her, but knew he shouldn’t. He knew the speaking part would mess up what he now felt, something he rarely felt.

Happiness.

He tried to breathe without making a sound, hoping that this time together, which was as precious to him as the love making part, was prolonged for as long as possible. She was fire and ice. The salt and the caramel. She tucked inside the hard exterior of his soul and shivered, rested there under his protection.

He must have twitched or done something, because she startled and rose up quickly, rolling to the side and covering herself up. He could almost feel her heavy thoughts tossing about the room as he viewed her light pink spine glowing in the near moonlight as she sat on the edge of the bed away from him. An inch of her butt crack was in shadow, but the alabaster surface of her skin was flawless and made her look like a statue.

He inhaled without a sound, and let his index finger trace down the middle of her back, traveling over the ridges of her vertebra. She stiffened at first, then rolled her head to the side and killed him with the blue gaze that showed him she was still hungry.

“Come here, Megan,” he said, worried he’d been a little too loud.

She touched her shoulder with her ear in a shy move that belied her real feelings for him. He could see it in the coral shaded corners of her lips, how they quirked up at the ends.





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About the Author

NYT and USA/Today Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have earned her Amazon author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany earned her a #1 Amazon author ranking in Gothic Romance.

A lifelong organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place.


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Friday, March 20, 2015

Ariel Tachna's & Nessa L. Warin's "Dance Off" Blog Tour


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April 6, 2015



Dance Off 
By Ariel Tachna & Nessa L. Warin

Blurb: 
On the reality show Dance Off, pro rugby player Olivier Gautier and Olympic swimmer JC Webster each have one goal in mind: to stay on the show as long as possible to earn his charity of choice maximum exposure and a larger donation. As the competition heats up, their goals expand to catching each other's interest, but Olivier is firmly in the closet and plans to stay there. JC is willing to be discreet, but not to hide forever.

Starting a romance with another man is challenge enough for any celebrity, but doing it under the microscope of reality TV—and one majorly intolerant costar—is even harder. Add in meddling dance pros, JC’s overbearing family, and the need to play up chemistry with dance partners to win America’s hearts, and JC and Olivier’s time together is looking more and more like a recipe for disaster.

As the pressure to stay in the competition mounts, JC and Olivier must face their inevitable separation at the end of the show as well as decide whether a relationship as complicated as theirs can survive in the real world, outside the bubble of the set and practice studios.




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Excerpt


JC stretched up on his toes in the doorway to the old restaurant that had been converted to a dining room for the cast, hooked his fingers over the molding at the top, and leaned forward a little to stretch his chest muscles. It hurt with the good kind of pain, and he stayed on his toes until Chelsea came up behind him.
“Move,” she said, smacking him lightly on the ass and knocking him off balance. “Some of us want to eat.”
“Some of us don’t want cramps later,” JC countered as he stumbled forward. “I forgot to stretch my arms before coming up.”
“Well, you’ve stretched. Now let’s eat. We need to get back downstairs.” Chelsea grinned and started making a sandwich from the deli meat platter on the island. “The more we practice, the better you’ll be.”
“Not if I’m so stiff I can’t move.”
The sight of JC’s strong, compact body in a full stretch was, as far as Olivier was concerned, the perfect anodyne for four hours of dancing in shoes that felt like they were solid steel. He figured whatever Chelsea had spent the morning doing to her partner, she needed to keep doing for another several hours so Olivier could get another such view at the end of the day. “What’s this about being stiff?” he asked as he took a plate for himself and prepared a sandwich.
“Chelsea seems to think I should scarf down lunch and head straight back to work.” JC took four bottles of water out of the refrigerator and handed them around to Chelsea, Olivier, and Tricia. “I think I should take time to stretch so I can move in the morning.”
“Worry about tomorrow in the morning,” Tricia said. “You’ve still got four hours of rehearsal this afternoon. Everyone will be exhausted by the end of the first week. It’s just the way it goes.”
“It can’t possibly be worse than the start of off-season training after we’ve had a break post championships,” Olivier said. “Yes, it’s eight hour days, but we aren’t lifting weights or running drills.”
“I’m just worried about using muscles I’m not used to using. Swimming is very repetitive once you learn the right way to move. This is different.” JC pulled his arms across his chest one at a time, stretching them. The pull of muscle felt good and let him relax a little as he took a long swallow of water and picked up his sandwich.
“You’ll be fine,” Chelsea said with a wink. “Though I would like it if you could move in the morning.”
Olivier took another moment to appreciate the play of JC’s muscles beneath his T-shirt and then forced himself to concentrate on lunch. He still didn’t think it would be worse than the start of off-season training, but that didn’t mean he intended to let anyone get the best of him. “You didn’t stay here at the house last night,” he said to JC after a few minutes. “Do you live nearby?”
JC swallowed the last of his sandwich and grinned. “No. I live in Texas when I’m not training. My aunt has a house here in LA, though, so Mama and I are staying with her.” He ducked his head as he realized he’d just admitted he’d brought his mother with him, and he tried not to think about whether he was more embarrassed because it was Olivier or not. “She’s a huge fan of the show and insisted. My aunt said she could stay too, and, well….” He shrugged, trying to play it off.
“And well, you love your Mama, and that’s as it should be,” Olivier replied. “Don’t disappear every night, though. We had a good time sitting around playing cards last night. Tyler says tonight he will teach me to play rummy.”
“Tonight is family dinner. Mama, my aunt, all my cousins….” JC chuckled ruefully. “There’s no way I can stay around tonight. If I miss it, I’ll never live it down. You, uh—” He bit back the urge to invite Olivier over, though he knew his mama would love it. “Let me know how the rummy goes. Maybe I’ll stick around later in the week, and we can play.”
“Yes, another night,” Olivier said. This way he could learn the game without JC present to see him embarrass himself. “You should bring your mama to watch a rehearsal. I’m sure other couples would let her watch as well.”
“Maybe once we’ve had a few more days to practice. I don’t think Chelsea would appreciate Mama trying to give advice when I’m just learning the moves.”
“I would be happy to meet your mother, but maybe not just yet,” Chelsea said. “I’d hate for you to be embarrassed.”
“She’s more likely to embarrass you. I’m used to her.” JC grinned. “She loves dancing, and she’s watched every episode of Dance Off. She’ll probably try to give you advice about what the judges like and what gets audience votes. I wouldn’t dare let her watch other couples yet.”
“Maybe we should get her to come give us advice too,” Olivier said with a wink for Tricia. “I could use all the help I can get.”
“Don’t you worry about that,” Tricia said. “We’ll make sure to give the audience what they want. I already have an idea for your costume.”
“Nothing too over-the-top,” Olivier insisted.
JC smirked. “Oh please, Tricia, over-the-top. I want to see Olivier shirtless. It’ll make all the girls swoon.”
No one would be swooning if they saw the burn scars on his back, but he’d worry about convincing Tricia of that if it actually came up with the costume department.
“Careful or I’ll get you shirtless too, JC,” Chelsea warned as she bumped her shoulder against his. “I’m sure all the girls would love to see your abs as well.”
“I’ve competed in a Speedo,” JC pointed out, trying to hide his amusement and failing. Dance Off was different from swimming, but shirtless was shirtless, and on the ballroom floor, he’d still have on pants and shoes. “Dripping wet in a Speedo, mind you. No outfit you put me in could possibly be more revealing than that.”
“Don’t tempt her,” Tricia said. “I saw some of the outfits her partners wore in previous seasons.”
Don’t tempt me, Olivier thought, but he wasn’t quite ready to share with everyone else just yet. He didn’t know Tricia and Chelsea that well, and while he knew JC was bi, he didn’t know how JC would react to anything more than the light flirting they had done so far. Olivier was willing to find out, but not when they had an audience.
“I thought this was a family show,” Olivier said instead. “Doesn’t everything have to be appropriate for children?”
“Swim meets are generally considered family friendly.” JC had definitely gotten some well-concealed enjoyment out of watching some of his teammates climb out of the pool at the end of practice or after swimming in a meet, but there was no doubt that families of all sorts had watched them in competition. “No one objected to the Speedo when I won races.”
“Swimming pools and dance floors are a little different,” Chelsea said. “People expect you to be mostly naked and soaking wet at a pool. Not while you’re dancing.”
“The costume designers know the guidelines,” Tricia added. “They’ll keep everything in line. They do a fabulous job with fitting everything. We’ll probably have the first meetings with them tomorrow so they can take measurements.”
“It will be interesting to see what they come up with,” Olivier said. He finished his sandwich and his bottle of water. “But now it is time for more practice, yes?”
“Yes.” Chelsea finished her water and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin under the counter. “Come on, JC. Time’s a-wastin’.”
“Slave driver,” JC muttered fondly, but he tossed his water bottle in the bin and followed Chelsea out of the dining room, pausing to touch the top of the doorframe as he passed through. “Don’t work too hard, Olivier.”
Olivier narrowed his eyes as JC disappeared down the hallway. If they had known each other better, Olivier would have sworn that last little stretch was for his benefit. As it was, he was left hot and bothered thinking about it without any way to do anything about it.
“Don’t work too hard, mon oeil,” Olivier muttered. “We will show them how to do the cha-cha, n’est-ce pas, Tricia?”
She smiled at him. “Believe me—you have advantages in this he doesn’t. Come on. Let’s get back to work.”


About the Authors


Ariel Tachna lives outside of Houston with her husband, her daughter and son, and their two dogs.  Before moving there, she traveled all over the world, having fallen in love with France, where she met her husband, and India, where she hopes to retire some day.  She’s bilingual with snippets of four other languages to her credit and is as in love with languages as she is with writing.




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Nessa L. Warin lives in a fantasy world that’s mostly inside her head, though her physical address is in southwestern Ohio. Her two cats kindly play along with her fantasies and graciously let her pay all the bills, but they do require her to provide pampering on a regular basis. Nessa enjoys exploring the wonders of this world through travel—something her cats strongly disapprove of as it cuts into their pampering time—and can find whimsy in the most mundane places. When the real world becomes too much, Nessa enjoys dressing in costume and going to Renaissance Festivals and fantasy conventions. A short trip to either does wonders for her state of mind, so she makes sure to attend at least one of each a year. These trips help Nessa add to her collection of faerie and dragon art, and she swears she will frame and hang all the prints she’s collected some time soon.

When she’s not living in a fantasy world, Nessa enjoys tasting and learning about wine, particularly since it’s one of the few things she and the rest of her family agree on. She’s a regular at the wine tastings held by her local wine shop, and considers it a sin for her wine rack to have more empty spots than full ones. She’d prefer her wine rack to be filled with Pinot Noir, Malbec, and Syrah, but one of her favorite things about wine is the way it can always surprise her. More than once she’s been taken aback by which wine she likes best at a tasting, and she loves the way her wine rack illustrates the joys of trying new things.


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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Cover Reveal Blitz: The Gifted and The Damned by Dana Michelle Burnett



The Gifted and The Damned 
(The Vampire Wars Series, Book #1)
by Dana Michelle Burnett

Blurb:
Seduction was her gift...He was her weakness...
In the small town of Corydon Indiana, witches, seers, and shape shifters live hidden from the everyday world in plain sight. They live under the constant memory of the trials of Salem and live by a code of secrecy. 

Ruby Malone, the only siren ever born to her family of witches, held the hearts of many men in the palm of her hand, making her the talk of the supernatural community, but there was only one man that she wanted. Making seer Archer Wallace hers was the only thing Ruby cared about until a war between the gifted and the vampires turned her world upside down.

Suddenly, the world that Ruby knows is gone. Archer is off fighting in the war and Poe Corvus, a rebellious shape shifter with a past, tempts her to be the siren she was born to be.




Release Date:
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Excerpt

I saw her coming in my mind’s eye even before I answered the knock at the door. I opened it slowly and there she was...My curse, my temptation, the woman I could never forget. Ruby stood in the yellow glow of the porch light holding a large cardboard box.

“Dad noticed last night that some of your window panes were broken,” she said as she hoisted the box a little higher. “I thought I’d bring you some magazines and newspapers to fix them.”

I stared at her, drinking in the way the light caught in her eyes and how I could see the peaks of her nipples through her worn t-shirt. She shifted the box again before I snapped out of my fantasy and took the box from her.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I took the box and stepped aside. “Come on in. I’m sorry, but Melina wasn’t feeling well. She went on up to bed. I know she’d love to see you, she always looks forward to your visits.”

I was rambling and I knew it. Why was this so hard? It was just Ruby. It shouldn’t be this hard.
I watched as she walked around the near empty living room. I saw her looking around, but I was too distracted by the sway of her hips to care about my blatant poverty. She was beautiful in a strong, earthy way that made me forget everything else.

“Everything looks so different,” she said as she looked back at me with those green eyes that pierced me right in the gut. I had a sudden vision of her naked body under mine, our limbs entwined.

I immediately blushed and looked away, clearing my throat before I could answer her. “Yeah, there wasn’t much left after the war. The whole place was pretty much trashed.”

She stepped closer, trailing her fingers across the scuffed wainscoting, “It still feels the same though.”
“Not to me.” I dared to meet her eyes, but there came another flash of our naked bodies on the floor.
“It doesn’t really feel the same to me either,” she said with a teasing smile. “I was just being nice.”

I nodded. “Yeah, everyone is always trying to be nice. I’m sick of it actually. Doesn’t it make you mad...The way everything has changed?”

Ruby shrugged, “It doesn’t do any good to be angry. I just try not to think about it.”

“I don’t see how you can do it. All I can do is think about it.”

Ruby crossed her arms under her breasts and shrugged, “If you think about it too much it will drive you crazy.”

I looked up at the ceiling to keep from staring at her delicious cleavage, “I feel like I’m already there.”

“Poor, Archer.” Ruby said teasingly as she reached out and stroked my hair.

I looked back down at her and my breath caught. I loved the way she looked at me, the way her green eyes tilted up. I looked from those feline eyes to those soft full lips that were always mine for the taking.

Suddenly, I had her in my arms. I couldn’t stop myself. I was kissing her and pulling her closer, crushing her against the hardness in my jeans.

Her skin was sweet as I licked at her neck. Her moans vibrated against my lips. She clung to me, pushing her full breasts against my chest.

“I’ve waited for this,” Ruby muttered between kisses. “I’ve dreamed about it every night.”

I covered her lips with mine, tasting her tongue as my hand slid up her side until I cupped the weight of her breast, my thumb stroking her erect nipple through her shirt. I could feel her shudder under my touch.

No bra...She knows how to drive me wild...

She was pulling me to the couch, pushing me down so that I was sitting there as she peeled off her shirt and slid out of her own jeans. Naked she straddled me.

There it was, another vision of us, her crying out as I thrust into her and me kissing her bouncing breasts. Her lips against my ear brought me back to the present.

“Do you want me Archer?” She whispered, “Do you want to touch me?”

Ruby reached out and took my hand. She held it up to her lips, her delicious pink tongue darting out to lick each individual digit. I held my breath as she then guided my hand between her legs and slid two of my fingers up inside of her.

You drive me crazy...

She rocked against my hand, arching her back and moaning. I suckled at her pink nipples as she burst apart again and again.

“You’re mine Archer.” She gasped between spasms, “You’ll always be mine.”

I didn’t argue. I kissed her again and then watched as she surrendered to me again. All I could think of was impaling her wetness.

Oh God...Oh God...

Ruby pulled at my shirt, pulling it over my head and then kissing me long and hard, her tongue darting about in my mouth. She knew how to drive a man to the edge, to take me right to the brink and then pull back.

She was so beautiful, so willing... And so naked. She rubbed her steamy mound against me. I ached with longing, actual physical pain, with wanting her. She pulled me down into the floor, forcing me on top of her.

“Tell me you love me,” she said as she pulled at my pants. “Tell me you love me and I’ll make every fantasy you ever had come true.”

Another vision assaulted me. I could see us making love, I could feel our bodies touching, and then I saw the pale figure appear in the doorway.

Melina...

I stopped, panting and swollen. I pushed up on my arms and looked down at her, “Ruby I—“
“I know that you love me.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me back down on top of her. “I know that you do.”

“Yes, I love you.” I choked out as I untangled from her embrace and rolled off her. “But I can’t do this to Melina.”

“You bring her up now?”

“Ruby...I...”

She sat up and pulled on her clothes quickly, “Damn it Archer...Why can’t you just make up your mind what you want. Me or her.”

“I did make my mind up because I married her.”

“You are such a bastard.”

I hated myself for giving in so easily to my desires. I reached out to her, but she pulled away. Before I could even get to my feet, she was out the door and hurrying down the sidewalk.


About The Author

Dana Michelle Burnett spent most of her life writing short stories and sharing them with family and friends. Over the years, her work was published in numerous commercial and literary magazines including Just Labs, Mindprints: A Literary Journal, Foliate Oak, and many more. Her short story John Lennon and the Chicken Holocaust was include in The Best of Foliate Oak 2006.  

Dana Michelle's Spiritus Series introduced the idea of a ghostly romance and became a Kindle bestselling series. Her Gypsy Fairy Tale Series combined the magic of the Tuatha De Danann and the Irish Travellers and the first book in the series,Once, was included in the Faery Realms Multi-Author Box Set. With this new series, Dana Michelle dives into the trials and tribulations surrounded the paranormal gifted during a war with vampires.

She's an avid reader of anything dark and romantic. Dana Michelle lives in Southern Indiana with her dancing diva daughter and an assortment of pets.
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