I'd like to welcome author Rose Wynters today with her newest release from THE ENDURERS SERIES ~ VOLUPTUOUS VINDICATION! When I saw this I just had to have it on the blog because A) the title rocks! B) the cover is intriguing and C) the premise is...well see for yourself--->


The most explosive book in this series…

Once upon a time, the world was just a black void. Then one day man came, but he wasn’t alone. He was followed by an ancient evil, a scourge determined to steal his soul. Centuries passed. Humanity did all it could to protect itself against the evil ones, but they weren’t equipped to fight this battle. Instead, all they could do was pray that Hell didn’t set its eyes upon them.

It got to be too much. Something had to be done.

Born out of desperate need, warriors were chosen. Immortality was granted to those strong enough to fight the battle that would never end. No longer mortal, these men have stood in the path of dark and horrifying evil, bearing the load when there was nobody else that could.

It’s all coming to an end. Time has run out for humanity…

No good deed goes unpunished…

Ian Bauer was the Endurer that had it all. With great looks and plenty of money, he had never regretted his immortality… But fate had other plans for him.

Reeling from a tragic event, he’s forced back into the fight between good and evil when demons set their sights on a mortal angel. He has to keep her alive for four weeks, something easier said than done.

Ian never counted on the wicked attraction that flares up between them.


After filling the tank, he checked on Sara one more time. She was still unconscious, her fever raging within her weakened body. Leaving the engine running to keep her comfortable, he stalked into the truck stop. It was nearly empty, except for the pimply-faced male teenager behind the counter.

Ian’s eyes settled on him, his expression grim. He bypassed everything, coming to a stop in front of the nervous young male. “I want all of your medicines to relieve fever, including liquids and capsules. Plus, I want a thermometer, the best one you have, and make sure it’s not rectal.” He narrowed his eyes at the wide-eyed clerk in front of him. “I don’t do rectal, and I won’t use anything that involves an ass.”

The clerk looked nervous. “Um, that’s good to know.”

Ian looked around, checking out the inventory. “I want two cartons of every kind of pop you have, and five cases of bottled water.” He grabbed his expensive leather wallet out of his back pocket, carefully counting out five, one-hundred dollar bills. Dropping them on the counter, he growled out, “Load up my order, and you get to keep the change.”

The clerk grinned happily, grabbing the money. “Shit, yeah. Anything you say.” He rang everything up while Ian waited. “Which ride is yours?”

Ian shot him a droll look, before replying, “The only one out there.”

“Okay,” he agreed cheerfully, pocketing his portion. “Pull your vehicle to the door. I’ll get you all fixed up.”


I’m just your average, everyday female that loves to write about passionate love affairs and the the ups and downs of falling in love with extremely hot, alpha, supernatural men that push all the boundaries when it comes to sex.

I’ve always loved romance, starting with books from my childhood like Cinderella or Snow White and Rose Red. As the years passed, I developed an interest in the paranormal and supernatural. My love of romance continued to grow stronger, prompting me to write books about what women really want. There really is magic in the pages, and what red-blooded woman doesn’t want a gorgeous man willing to do everything it takes to claim her?

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I want to welcome back Melissa Eskue Ousley with her second book in The Solas Beir Trilogy, THE RABBIT AND THE RAVEN! Take it away, Melissa! 

David Corbin, Solas Beir of Cai Terenmare

Sign of the Throne, Book One in The Solas Beir Trilogy, tells the story of how David Corbin reclaimed his birthright as Solas Beir, or king, of a magical kingdom called Cai Terenmare. Soon after David was born, his father was assassinated by his aunt Lucia, leaving the kingdom in chaos. Aligned with an evil lord, Lucia kidnapped the infant heir to the throne, taking David from his world into ours, to be raised by human parents. With help from a young woman named Abby Brown, David managed to find his way home and take back the crown. But that is only the beginning of the story. Now, Tynan Tierney, the dark lord hell-bent on usurping David, has been freed from prison and plots against him. In The Rabbit and the Raven, the second book in the series, David must secure the loyalty of four Oracles to defeat Tierney and bring peace to Cai Terenmare.

David faces many challenges as a new ruler. Raised by humans, he is seen as an outsider, disconnected from his heritage. There is a definite bias against humans in Cai Terenmare. At best, humans are viewed as lesser beings, and at worst, as food. The people of the Light are powerful shape-shifters, nearly immortal, and wage battle in forms representative of their true nature, their souls. Once they reach maturity, they never grow old. However, they can die—they can drown, or can be consumed by fire, poisoned by silver, or torn apart by those who serve the Darkness. Still, as long as they can return to the sacred pool of healing at Caislucis, the Solas Beir’s castle, they can heal from almost any wound.

The Solas Beir of Cai Terenmare is the strongest of those in the Light, and has extraordinary abilities. David must use his newfound powers to convince those who doubt his authority that he is the true king. But power always comes with a price, and David discovers that being Solas Beir is both a blessing and a curse. Although David has the power to heal sickness or an injury, he takes the wound into his own body, paying a personal price.

The Solas Beir’s power comes from the Light, but though his power is great, he cannot use it for his own gain. His role is to keep the balance of power, and to be a servant to his people. The Solas Beir is unbound by natural laws. In addition to healing others, he can move and manipulate objects by sheer force of will. He can fly and generate fire from his hands. Like others from Cai Terenmare, he has the power to shape-shift. In representing the Light, he has the power to destroy those who walk in Darkness merely by speaking a word. He is required to protect his people at all costs, even if it means sacrificing himself. David soon learns that sacrifice comes in many forms, and some of them may be too much to bear.


Darkness is beguiling…and power always comes with a price.

Adopted by loving parents, David Corbin had no idea his life was a lie. Then he met a girl. Abby Brown freed David from the spell keeping him from the truth, that he was the lost heir to the throne in a magical realm.

Even though he got the girl and gained a kingdom, David had no clue about the unfathomable power he would inherit, nor did he realize how much he would have to sacrifice to keep the throne.

If there is any hope of winning the war against the deadly Kruorumbrae, David and Abby will have to journey to the outer edges of the realm to secure the loyalty of the four Oracles. Along the way, they will learn just how seductive darkness can be.

Excerpt ~

Out of the shadows of the labyrinth, a massive beast emerged. He was bigger than Calder had been, but while Calder had been a hairless, muscled brute, this feline creature was lean, muscled in a way that was beautiful and terrible at the same time. He had the look of a sophisticated and efficient killer—covered in thick, shiny fur with black-on-black stripes. He approached Abby with a menacing deliberateness, bearing long, primeval fangs.

“Hello, Rabbit,” the creature said as he circled her slowly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Abby could feel the beast’s hot breath on her skin. Don’t show fear, she thought, planting her feet in a fighting stance and drawing herself up to look taller, brawnier. Look him straight in the eye. If you’re going to die, at least have a little dignity about it. She stared into his eyes and spoke his name: “Tierney.”

The creature stared back, eyeing Abby’s clenched jaw and defensive stance, and then he smiled apologetically. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Tierney said. “I forget this face can be, shall we say, rather off-putting. Allow me to present a more pleasing visage.” His form changed, melting away like smoke, leaving black ashes lingering in the air. In the creature’s place stood a handsome young man with dark eyes—nothing like the beast he had just been.

Don’t be fooled by the illusion, Abby told herself. He’s the same monster he was before—it’s just a mask. She stood her ground, infusing her voice with authority. “On the contrary. You know that face is off-putting. That’s why you wore it.”

To her surprise, Tierney started laughing—not a mean, condescending laugh, but one of genuine, unguarded amusement. It wasn’t quite the response Abby had expected.

“Well, now,” he chuckled, “you are a surprisingly perceptive one. Do you know why I’m here?”

“I assume it’s to get to the Solas Beir by killing me,” Abby said.

“Oh, come now, Rabbit, I’m hurt. I have absolutely no such plans. None at all,” Tierney replied.

“I have trouble believing that—your reputation precedes you,” she said.

“Well, dear Rabbit, a reputation is really quite subjective, don’t you think? And you must concede thatyour sources may be a bit biased when it comes to me.” He began circling her again, looking her up and down. “Actually, I’m here because I heard a very interesting story about you. And I must say, I think there’s more to you than I was originally led to believe. I heard that an ordinary human girl rescued the Lightbearer by killing a Blood Shadow—and not just any Blood Shadow, mind you, but one of the strongest among us. And I wondered to myself, an ordinary human girl? How can that be?”

Abby noticed that Tierney used the term “Lightbearer” rather than David’s formal title of Solas Beir. She didn’t think it was an accident. In fact, she was certain that Tynan Tierney never said or did anything that wasn’t calculated. “What is it you want, exactly?” she demanded, putting her hands on her hips.

“Only to see if the story was true. I can see now that you’ve been underestimated. Clearly, you are no ordinary human girl. You are turning out to be much more interesting than I thought you would be, pretty little c’aislingaer,” he said.

Abby glared at him. “Thanks, but you can’t fool me into falling for flattery.”

Suddenly Tierney stepped close to Abby, his arms pulling her to him, his breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear. “No, indeed I cannot. For I have met many a fool, and you are not one.”

He was so warm, and his touch made her skin tingle, much to her chagrin. She fought to show no response, reminding herself to keep her guard up.

He continued, his lips almost grazing her skin as he talked. “What I want, Abigail, is to show you the truth—to help you see my side of the story so you can decide for yourself if my so-called reputation is deserved.” He pulled away suddenly, his head cocked to one side as if he had heard something.

Abby heard nothing.

Tierney turned back, his dark eyes on her. “Your boyfriend is coming. Better not let him catch you fraternizing with the enemy. Until we meet again, little Rabbit.” Taking her hand, he held it to his lips, kissing it with a disarming tenderness. Then he was gone—not in some magic puff of smoke, but simply not there anymore.

Abby heard the crack of a twig breaking as someone approached. Rather than feeling a sense of relief, she felt oddly guilty, like she had been caught in the act of doing something wrong. She had just survived what should have been a lethal encounter with a monster, but instead of being frightened of Tierney, she found herself attracted to him. And that terrified her.

Bio ~

Melissa Eskue Ousley lives in the Pacific Northwest of the United States with her family and their Kelpie, Gryphon. When she’s not writing, Melissa can be found hiking, swimming, scuba diving, kayaking, or walking along the beach, poking dead things with a stick.

Before she became a writer, she had a number of educational jobs, ranging from a summer spent scraping road kill off a molten desert highway, to years spent conducting research with an amazing team of educators at the University of Arizona. Her interests in psychology, culture, and mythology have influenced her writing of The Solas Beir Trilogy.

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Goddess of the Hunt

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Codename Diana

CIA field agent Paige Aster hides a cunning intelligence and lethal skill behind a mask of golden beauty. It serves her well as she moves from one undercover assignment to the next.

Current Mission

Retrieve a stolen United States military defense program from a terrorist cell in Dublin, Ireland, before they trade it to Islamic extremists in exchange for munitions. Her only back up on this time-sensitive mission is a deeply embedded MI-6 operative.

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Eoin Fitzpatrick has sacrificed everyone he holds dear to bring these terrorists to justice. He’ll sacrifice Diana, too, if she threatens to compromise his mission or his cover. He has orders to do just that – his agency is only doing hers a favor.

Compromised or Comprising?

Paige expects danger, but welcomes passion—taking her pleasure where and when it’s offered. She’s not prepared for the effect Eoin has on her. Or what happens when she surrenders to him—Paige burns for Eoin but will he leave her burned…

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Enjoy the following excerpt from Goddess of the Hunt:

“Is it done? Do you and the others in the house bring in sex partners from time to time?” She straightened and stared at him.

“Yes.” He hissed the answer.

“I’m travelling; you and I meet at a pub and go to your place to hook up. It’s simple and happens all the time. Believable, even.” She thought of Michel and her lips tilted at the corners. Then, casting her eyes over Eoin, she deliberately arched a brow and tucked her tongue in her cheek. “Well, for most people, anyway.”

His lips thinned and the muscles in his cheek ticked as he worked to control the flare of temper. It delighted her. “Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Eoin pushed himself from the chair he’d been perched on and nearly charged for the door. “I’ll be here at seven-thirty tomorrow morning, be ready.”

Paige grabbed his arm as he passed her. “What are you so worked up about? If it goes wrong, you can just leave me hanging and you know it. This costs you nothing, Paddy-boy; it’s my ass on the line.”

He grabbed her shirt and pushed her against the closet door. She didn’t fight it and he had his mouth on her in seconds. His tongue delved and demanded she respond; she arched up into the kiss. Delight, desire, and anger thrummed through her as she both succumbed and made demands of her own. His hands molded to her hips and pinned her between the hard planes of his body and the wall behind her. Then he abruptly pulled away. They stood inches apart; the air crackled around them. Their gazes locked. He opened his mouth, then shook his head and left without a word.

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Today I am thrilled to have back in the spotlight my friend, author Nancy Weeks, with her newest release, IN THE SHADOW OF MALICE!


Adam Blake, ex-CIA operative, has gone to great lengths to keep his identity a secret from his maternal grandfather, who controls the most brutal crime syndicate in Eastern Europe. The moment he lets his guard down, the unthinkable happens and his best friend, the mother of his child, is tortured and murdered. To protect his daughter, he must seek the help of his father’s family—who has no idea of his existence. What Adam could have never foreseen is the unusual attachment between his daughter and her most unlikely protector.

After months of living in an emotional vacuum after her roommate’s murder, Calista Martin takes a chance and befriends a handsome regular at the diner. What is supposed to be just a ride home hurls her headlong into Adam’s world of murder and revenge. To add to an already explosive situation, Adam’s traumatized little girl refuses to release her hold on Calista. Knowing what it’s like to lose a loved one, Calista insists on staying with Adam to protect Anna.

After Calista risks her life to protect Anna, Adam begins to see the waitress from the diner in a different light. But the Vasnev threat is heating up and Calista, while willing to help him, really doesn’t trust him. Can he find a way to eliminate his enemies to become the father Anna deserves and the man Calista needs—or will he fail again, taking his future out of his hands forever?


Calista placed her hand on Adam’s shoulder. His muscles trembled beneath her touch, sending a pulse of grief right to her heart. She caressed his shoulder then pressed her hand against his hand, which still clutched his phone to his ear. Adam’s tortured gaze met hers and he jerked her hand away, shoving the phone back in his sports coat.

He pressed his temples with his fingertips and said, “Get out of the car, Calista.”

“No. I’m not leaving you. You need a doctor.”

Her voice sounded calm to her own ears, but everything in her wanted to run. Tidbits of Adam’s conversation with a man named Ludis mixed with Calista’s nightmarish visions of her best friend’s screams; Hanna’s blood smeared over the walls and matted in her hair, the agony from the monster’s knife so excruciating, Hanna’s mind slipped into the darkest hell, never to open again. They buried her on a cold, dreary day, a fitting scene for such a horrific loss.

Calista’s eyes began to fill. She shut them, bit down on her bottom lip before drawing in a deep, cleansing breath. This wasn’t the time to freak out. Blood mixed with tears streamed down the side of Adam’s face. Air, maybe he needed air. She turned the key and hit the button on the door. The window slid down, letting in the cool night breeze. With the sleeve of her blouse, she blotted the bleeding from the corner of his eye. She knew next to nothing about medicine. But damn it, eyes didn’t bleed.

“Get out, Calista. I have to go.” Adam’s voice grew weak, the last word was almost inaudible.

“You can’t drive.” She choked on the last word. Her heart pounded between her ears, drowning out the world around her. Only Adam existed. She tried to remember her first aid lessons, but nothing she had ever learned covered this.

A moan escaped his lips. “It’s better. The pain is lessening.”

“Liar. Your face is as white as your shirt. I’ll drive you.”

“No! Hell, no.”

“Damn it, Adam. Change seats with me and tell me the address.”

“I can’t get you involved.”

His pain-filled voice squeezed her heart and she silently began to pray. God, please don’t let him die.

She clutched his hands in hers. “I’m not leaving you.”

Since Hanna’s death, Calista had walked out of her own life, slamming the door to the reckless, fun-loving person of her past, and hid under the shield of her grandfather’s diner for the last fifteen months. But that shield didn’t protect her from the nightmares or guard her from the violence in the world she couldn’t control. It found her anyway. As easy as it would be to open the door and step out of the car, she would never forgive herself for leaving Adam alone.

She yanked the keys from the ignition, got out of the car, and raced around to the driver’s side. She threw open the door and tried to shove him over into the passenger seat.

“Move over.”

“Give me the damn keys. Now.” He tried to grab them, but she stepped out of his reach. He glared up at her. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. This can’t touch you.”

Calista nudged Adam with her hip, trying to force him out of the driver’s seat. “I’m not leaving.”


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Welcome to any first time visitors and welcome back to all the rest of you! Today I have Pierrot and Kendra from GETTING A LIFE EVEN IF YOU'RE DEAD here to tell us a little bit about themselves.

Pierrot- Tell me about yourself.

I’m eighteen and live in Paris with my parents and our dog Bruno. I play in a band, hang out at vintage record shops, and read gothic novels.

Has life handed you any major disappointments?

My younger brother Loic recently died. I am partially to blame for his death.

How did you two meet? What was your first impression of Kendra?

We met in a cemetery, the day I buried my brother Loic. I was crying over my brother’s grave and suddenly noticed Kendra was standing there watching me. For the first time, I didn’t even care I was crying in front of

a girl. I left without either us saying a word, yet I felt comforted.

What is it that you want out of life?

To go back a month in time and do things differently.

If you had an unexpected free day, what would you do with it?

If Kendra and I had met under different circumstances, I would take her out of the cemetery and show her Paris. We wouldn’t hang out at the Eiffel Tower or any clich├ęd tourist attractions, except for the Louvre. She loves art, so I would take her to see the Mona Lisa for the first time. I would introduce her to the Paris I love. We would go to a reading at my favorite used book store, see my favorite Beatles tribute band, and eat chocolate banana crepes along the Seine.

Kendra- Tell me about yourself? 

I’m a seventeen-year-old high school senior. I grew up in San Francisco, but I have lived in Chicago the past three years with my mom. My dad also lives in Chicago and recently remarried. After I graduate, I plan to move back to San Francisco and study art history at Berkeley.

What’s your family like and how does your upbringing affect you now?

My mom is a photographer and is gone more than she is home. I grew up closer to my dad and my grandma, who died a few years ago. My mom and I have an emotionally estranged relationship so I was far from thrilled I had to spend a month with her in Paris. Yeah, Paris would be great if I were visiting the Louvre, rather than cemeteries.

What do you like about Pierrot?

When I met Pierrot he was depressed and could care less about his appearance. Even though I think he’s totally hot, I wasn’t attracted to his looks at first. He’s not afraid to show his emotions. Yet at the same time, he’s mysterious. He expresses everything from anger, to fear, sadness, remorse, and guilt. Who doesn’t love a guy who can cry in front of a girl? He’s an avid reader, same as me, which enables us to connect. The fact that he has read books my male classmates have likely never even heard of is very sexy. Best of all, he’s an awesome listener. He truly cares about what I have to say. I find myself opening up to Pierrot, telling him things I’ve never confided in anyone about. He in turn confides in me and this leads to our ultimate connection.

What is it that you want out of life?

I’m not sure. But I think I’m about to figure it out...


If you died, could you live with your regrets?

When Kendra’s mother drags her to a creepy Paris cemetery for work, the last person Kendra expects to see is Amber, her best friend who moved away three years earlier. Amber helped Kendra through a dark time, and Amber’s departure was just one more loss for Kendra. Amber was Kendra’s confidante but it turns out Amber failed to share her biggest secret: she was dead.

Amber never planned to disclose her true identity to Kendra, but a boy’s life is at stake. Amber is suddenly unable to connect with troubled kids and she needs Kendra to console Pierrot, a despondent boy who holds the answers to the suspicious death of his brother, Loic. Although Loic needs closure to cross over, the truth about his death might impact everyone’s future, including Kendra’s, since she has fallen for Pierrot, the mysterious boy and murder suspect.

But dead or alive, there is no going back…

Getting a Life, Even If You’re Dead is available at Amazon 


When Beth isn’t traveling for her job as an event planner, or tracing her ancestry roots through Ireland, she’s at home in Wisconsin working on her next novel. She enjoys bouncing ideas off her husband Mark, and her cats Quigley, Frankie, and Sammy.

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