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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Snuggle up with a Christmas more reads from Melange Books and Satin Romance.


Fairy Christmas, Darling


It's not every day a guy gets a chance to go from feeling like a zero to being a hero by saving a little girl's Christmas!

Delaney struggles with her daughter's worsening eyesight and their failing farm. She's got a new neighbor, a veteran who suffers from PTSD, but the "never give up" attitude of Lilly and Delaney brings him back to life. A frightening flashback causes Charlie to retreat, but it's Lilly's fascination with fairies that brings them together as a family.

Genres

Holiday - Christmas
Romance

Heat Rating Sweet



A Little Holiday Magic


contains adult content

Maid of his Heart:
The tale of pretty Claire O'Reilly who is working as a maid in 1888 New York City. Her employer, Andrew Morgan-Stanton, a wealthy railroad baron, introduces the innocent Claire to the pain and pleasure of discipline and obedience and, in the end, they both find an unexpected love.

One Magical Night:
Marcus Calhoun arrives home after divorcing his unfaithful wife. He renews his friendship with spinster, Anne Prentice. Marcus soon discovers his friendship with Anne has changed to love. Anne can't believe Marcus loves her due to her imperfection, a limp, until Marcus manages to prove his feelings.

Genres

Holiday - Christmas
Historical
Romance
Erotic
Anthology
Heat Level: flames
Bloody Hot
Frequent, explicit love scenes described using graphic and direct language.


 

 

New releases from Satin Romance and Melange Books


In the Heat of the Tropics


It’s a sweltering Miami summer, and a serial killer has returned to haunt the city.

Ambitious Tribune reporter Ingrid Sorenson is assigned to cover the story and her primary source is brusque homicide detective Rick Gonzalez. The pair spar as Ingrid wants more details for her big story, while Rick seeks to keep her at bay.

Their clashes, however, also ignite sparks of passion. Breaking all professional rules, they risk their careers to give in to mutual desire. But as tension ratchets up over the murderer’s increasing body count, renewed mistrust of each other’s motives wedges them apart.

Is Ingrid using Rick to gain bigger headlines? Is Rick carrying out a long held grudge against journalists? Then as a raging tropical storm breaks, Ingrid gets a tip that leads her straight to the crazed killer’s lair. She and Rick must choose between saving themselves or rescuing their love.

Genre: Contemporary Romance | Romantic Thriller

Heat Rating Sensual



White Mountain Spirit


Two untamed spirits from different worlds fighting a forbidden passion, they must learn to trust as well as love each other if they expect to survive.

Half-Apache orphan, Elena Santiago has vowed to avenge the murders of the Santa Fe missionaries who raised her—the Apache way. But first, she must masquerade as a White woman to deliver a warning to their friends in Georgia. One look at their son’s gray eyes in a body more like an Apache warrior than a soft, Southern gentleman tells her he could be more dangerous than the enemy who killed her family.

Sean O’Grady has abandoned his dreams of exploring the Wild West to save his childhood friend from marrying a scheming politician. When Elena arrives looking more like a Spanish lady than an Indian mission girl, he wonders if she was sent by the man determined to ruin him.

Virgin or Vixen? The question taunts him as he fights feelings that could get them both killed.

Genre: Historical Romance

Heat Rating Sweet
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Lover In Chains

The Darkest Kynd- Book Three

by S.C. Dane  

contains adult content.

To the world they are the Grotesques—hideous chimeras and gargoyles of stone. But before they are locked in their granite prisons, they are Kynd—magnificent beings condemned to prowl the nightmares of every realm.
Their tortures will doom them to stone.
The love of a Chosen One could save them.

Urick is a magnificent beast—when he isn’t turning to stone. He’s not just grizzly bear and gargoyle, he’s also vampire, a part of himself he keeps locked down tighter than the nails in an undead's coffin. Uri’s hatred for vampire’s is personal. He needs to find his Chosen One, the woman fated to be his mate, before his anger turns him to stone for good.

Too bad his Chosen One is a vampire.

Violet isn’t proud to be a vampire, but she’s trying hard to make up for it. Her hunting blade has more vampire blood lodged in its hilt than a blood bank. Uri would be next on her list if he wasn’t so quick and strong. He’s kidnapped her and stripped her...of her weapons, although Violet wouldn’t mind a little romp with her captor, gigantic flaws and all. After all, she has a flaw of her own, one she must keep hidden. Her father is the vampire who imprisoned Uri to be his blood slave.

Genres

Paranormal
Romance
Series
Heat Level: flames
Bloody Hot  Frequent, explicit love scenes described using graphic and direct language.  


 
 

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Snuggle up with Christmas reads from Melange Books and Satin Romance.


Over the next week or so I will be posting a selection a festive books. Starting with:


Wicked Christmas Wishes


Kink by Tara Fox Hall
Paul believes his marriage with his beloved Joy is wonderful, that their sex life is both varied and fulfilling. Yet when Joy reveals her heart's desire is more kink, Paul is determined to not only fulfill her wish, but to give her a Christmas that satisfies her wildest fantasies.

The Christmas Dream by Jaden Sinclair
Ashley Carter never looked forward to going home for the holidays, mostly because her one and only unobtainable dream was there. So why is this holiday any different? Tony Douglas has always known that Ashley had a thing for him, but not how bad until he found her diary when he started remolding her bedroom. He knows her dreams like the back of his hand, and seeing her home for Christmas has given him hope. But it is too late for him to fulfill her one and only Christmas Dream, or is this the year they both get just what they want for Christmas?

More Than Mistletoe by J. Troy Seate
A young man who goes to visit his girlfriend to spread Christmas cheer, but in her absence, it's her roommates who initially do the spreading. Both naughty and nice, Ginny's little helpers take the spirit of giving to new levels which tests pluckiness and loyalties. Good fun with lots of sharing amongst the not-so-secret Santa's.

The Oath by Tara Fox Hall
Young widow, Sarelle McGarran, is in love with the vampire, Danial Racklan, the charismatic man that has transformed her life in only a few short months. But now Danial asks for more; an Oath, a promise a mortal gives her vampire lover to be his forever, a permanent joining that cannot be dissolved. But having lost a husband once, can Sar bring herself to give her promise once again?

More Than Mistletoe by J. Troy Seate
A young man who goes to visit his girlfriend to spread Christmas cheer, but in her absence, it's her roommates who initially do the spreading. Both naughty and nice, Ginny's little helpers take the spirit of giving to new levels which tests pluckiness and loyalties. Good fun with lots of sharing amongst the not-so-secret Santa's.

The Oath by Tara Fox Hall
Young widow, Sarelle McGarran, is in love with the vampire, Danial Racklan, the charismatic man that has transformed her life in only a few short months. But now Danial asks for more; an Oath, a promise a mortal gives her vampire lover to be his forever, a permanent joining that cannot be dissolved. But having lost a husband once, can Sar bring herself to give her promise once again?

Genres

Holiday - Christmas
Anthology
Romance
Erotic

Heat Level: 4 Bloody Hot
Frequent, explicit love scenes described using graphic and direct language.

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New releases for Melange Books



One Shot


“Man cannot see the future, but once in a blue moon, the future calls out to man.”

What would you do if you knew about future tragedies before they occurred? Would you stop it?

Jack Shot is bartender, content to do his job and focus on working up the courage to ask out Abby. Then one night a stranger walks in, turning Jack’s life upside down. After the chilling encounter, the riddles start appearing. Jack must decode them and stop the massacres, or risk condemning the lives of countless innocents.

Genres
Thriller
Heat Level: 2 Simmering
Some love scenes. These are more sensual then graphic.


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Sword of Vengeance

A Wolf Slayer Saga #6


Stumbling upon a secluded valley in the mountains, Valka the Wolf Slayer saves a young maid from being sacrificed by an evil witch and learns of the oppression the witch has imposed upon the valley. He remains to battle her army of killers and the dark minions of the black magician who stands behind her.

Genres
Fantasy
Series
Heat Level: 2 Simmering Some love scenes. These are more sensual then graphic.


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Shadows Among Us

The Paranormal Investigator Book 7


The shadows are always watching—and waiting.

Beneath the blazing desert sun, Tahoe Manoa has opened a strange puzzle box. The box is an odd inheritance passed down to him by his great-grandfather, a long dead Cherokee warrior. As the box opens, the desert atmosphere suddenly changes. Struck by sudden fear, Tahoe stands helpless as dark, shadowy figures surround him in the desert.

After fleeing the shadows, Tahoe realizes they are haunting him. The shadows, poltergeist in nature, have even made physical contact. He immediately boards a flight to Pittsburgh and enlists the help of the paranormal investigators, but before arriving in room 208, Tahoe learns the shadows have followed him.

Growing up, Tahoe heard legends of such entities—shadow walkers, more commonly known as shadow people. Soon, the shadows haunt each of the investigators, spreading their presences like a contagion. Their intent is the theft of human souls. Now, Tahoe and the investigators must discover the origin of the shadows and vanquish them forever—before it’s too late.

Genres
Paranormal
Series
Heat Level: 1  Sweet  Love scenes are not consummated, or if the love scenes are consummated details are not given.


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Saturday, November 4, 2017

Three Snippets from Unexpected Blind Date – Joanne Rawson


SNIPPET 1 – UNEXPECTED BLIND DATE

Frankly, if you asked me six months ago if I would give up my Tuesday quiz night with the girls, or go on a blind date, then my answer would undoubtedly have been, “Blind dates are so tacky. They are definitely for the desperate.” From the age of sixteen I have had fourteen years of dating, ten boyfriends, six of them lovers and, up until a year ago, had been in a four-year relationship that hit more icebergs than the Titanic. No, my blind date love boat days have well and truly sailed. I am so over men.

However, two weeks ago, Glenda, Nell, Christine and I, hit Cupids Cave—Nottingham’s notorious Saturday night hot spot for eighteen to twenty year old blushing brides to be, celebrating their last weekend of freedom. It was reluctant moral support for Glenda, who had been press ganged into her younger sister’s hen night. Like every member of our group, Glenda was proud not to be married.

Tucked away in a corner, I was not sure if I was more depressed that we were the oldest women in the club, or that I recognised so many of my ex pupils I had taught biology to in the past few years. At least three acknowledged me, flashing their diamond solitaires under my nose. They may not have found any ecological break-through, but one thing was certain, they had discovered a biological phenomenon that was oblivion to me, how to get a man and keep him.

Snivelling into my fifth Sex on the Beach cocktail, I began wallowing in a state of drunken remorse. Leaping from my bar stool I declared the fate of my future. “I will never have sex again, let alone have sex on a beach.”

“Of course you won’t, sweetie,” slurred Christine, pulling me back down. “You’re in a friggin nightclub full of friggin loved up women.” As Christine had told us a thousand times already tonight, a club with no men was sad as someone going into a wine bar and ordering coffee. “No offense, Glenda, but I need to find a club with some hot blooded men, and show those bad boys a good time.”

Nell, thirty-nine, a suffragette for women’s lib, now on her third pitcher of margaritas, for herself, slammed down her glass. “Sod it. It’s against all my princ—princ—oh bugger it.” She took a breath to stifle a hiccup. “Princ—iples, but the time is right for you, Grace, to meet Adrian. He has been with us only a few months at the nut house.” The nut house being our name for Fur Tree Mental health clinic, where Nell worked as a drama therapist. “He is single, thirty eight, very fit, plays a lot of sports, and owns his own house, and the catch is this; all he wants is a good time. Hell, if he was a woman I’d make a play for him myself.”

I shook my head vigorously. “No, no, no. No blind dates,”

Somewhere between my second and third tequila slammer, the girls had quashed all my issues of concern, emphasising all he wanted was a good time. And, as Glenda, quite rightly pointed out, “Jeez, Grace, you don’t have to marry the man.” I found myself agreeing to meet Adrian.
 
 
SNIPPET 2 UNEXPECTED BLIND DATE
The night of my date with Adrian, did not start good. I was already tense and sceptical about what I had let myself into, and to make matters worse, my head of department called an emergency meeting that was now running over schedule. So, when the announcement my proposal for the renovation of the greenhouses I used for my botany classes had been overruled to bring the prep rooms up to date, my normal quiet persona left my colleagues gobsmacked as I stormed out of the staff room, bellowing, “Come on, this is a Nottingham High School, not bloody C.S.I Miami.”
The traffic was horrendous, and when I finally arrived home, with just enough time to shower and throw on some clothes, my bundle of joy, Minnie, a puppy I had bought to replace men, showed how insulted she felt about being left all day on her own. She had turned my kitchen into a minefield of poop.
Contemplating my wardrobe, I played back my two messages. One from Mum, enquiring about Minnie, and how had she coped on her first day at home alone. I shouted at the answer phone that I would be dropping her off in the morning. Mum continued.
“Dad has taught me how to wave the net.”
“Surf mum, its surf the net,” I howled. The other day she asked where she could buy a twitter.
“I have a Jamie Oliver recipe for chicken in a bread crust. I thought I would try it out on Sunday. Did I tell you Fran and George would be coming to dinner too?”
Great, that meant their forty-year-old bachelor son, Theodore, would be there, a complete and utter dork. He still lived at home, worked as a librarian in town and spent his weekend doing charcoal rubbings of tombstones. He still suffered from teenage acne, and had a big crush on Kylie—the eighties years. No doubt, I would have to suffer him drooling opposite me, over his chicken breast, trying to be suggestive, asking if I would like to pop around and see his etchings.
Next message was my extremely fertile elder sister, “How you still have the energy for this dating stuff I do not know.”
No neither do I, I thought, as I rummaged through my drawer wondering if I should go for white Sloggies or Victoria Secret black lace.
My sister continued, “I went last night to a session of stretch class. I tell you I have never felt so embarrassed, all single thirty something women, with big men agendas, just like yourself. I tell you these women lay on the floor, concaved stomachs, and pert breasts, just like you. So, when I finally managed to get down with what bit of dignity I could muster, my stomach spread across my hips making them look twice the size, and my drooping breasts after breastfeeding five ravenous babies, hung like deflated air balloons under my arm pits.”
It was awful I know, but I could not help but laugh, as I imagined my rounded four foot nothing sister in Colin’s t-shirt and her leggings.
“When I got back,” she continued, “Colin said why bother, who did I have to impress with a flat stomach and pert boobs? I think he’s right. Oh! Have to go. James is spreading peanut butter on Colin’s Clapton CD. Oh, by the way, can you babysit next Friday? Some work do of Colin’s we’ll be attending. Please say you will. It means I can wear proper clothes without spit up on them, and make up. Do you know how long it’s been since I blow-dried my hair? Call me.”
Throwing myself down onto my bed, now I was even more depressed. Part of me today did not want to go tonight, but what if Adrian was the one, and I had blown him off? My only option left would be to marry Theodore, have a brood of charcoal rubbing, acne children, surf the net for ideas for Sunday lunch with drooping breasts, and hips the size of battle ships, looking forward to someone babysitting so I could look and feel human, for one night. Freaked out by what could be my future, I leaped up off the bed, and ran to my closet. It was time to break out the sex clothes. Forget the jeans and jumper, this was a crisis, we’re talking animal print and leather.
 
SNIPPET 3 UNEXPECTED BLIND DATE
I took a table next to two elderly women with blue rinses and pearls, and a businessperson reading his newspaper—I assumed he was a businessman—I could only see his legs, but the trousers said they were part of a suit and expensive at that. I pondered on the wine menu, nearly dropping with heart failure at the price of one glass, as I wondered how much money Adrian earned in a year. Ordering a glass of house white, I thought tonight better be worth it. I could have stayed at home and bought a whole bottle, for the price of one glass. I noticed a man standing in the bar, eyeing the tables in my area. He was of average height, and surprisingly tasty, the clean cut, suave city type, not at all what I had imagined Adrian to look like. He gave me a smile, so I raised myself slightly from my chair, the biggest smile on my face. Not bad, not bad at all. Things could be starting to look up. Then Mr Suave waved, and gave the most mind-blowing smile, the only sort you would see in a soppy Chic Flick. I was sure I could hear Barry White singing in the background. Ok, so Mr Suave thought the same as me, tonight was totally worth it. I was now standing, moving myself away from the table so Mr Suave could embrace me, and tell me how wonderful I looked. It took one millisecond to check I still looked as hot as I was feeling, when I felt the light brush of his arm on mine.
“Sorry,” he said as he bypassed me, for the hot blonde sitting behind me.
“No, it was my fault. I thought I saw my friend, but I was mistaken.” I realised I was talking to myself, sat back down and spotted two eyes, regarding me over the top of a newspaper.
A glass and a half of chardonnay later, I had been waiting for over half an hour for Adrian to arrive. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable as I caught the looks of pity from Tyler, from behind the bar, and the entertainment value I had given Helen and Yvette. If Adrian didn’t turn up soon, I would be the talk of the sixth form common room. To make matters worse, the man at the next table had dropped his paper a couple of times to glance my way, and the last time as he turned the page, it felt a little longer than necessary.
I pulled out my mobile, and in a fury punched out Nell’s number. “Typical, her damn answer machine,” I muttered, drumming my fingers impatiently on the table, waiting for the message to finish. “Well thank you very much. You should have stuck to your principals. Adrian has not shown. You can tell him from me, he’s just like the rest of them, a complete ass.”
I must have said this a little too loud, as once again the man dropped his paper slightly, and gave me an amused smile. I was mortified. Not only had a complete stranger heard but Yvette and Helen, too. I’d been stood up by my blind date.
Glancing back at the gentleman who was still watching me, I felt obligated to say something to him. “Sorry if I’ve disturbed you, I was supposed to meet someone, and they haven’t shown up.”
“So I heard. What a fool he must be.” His eyes never left mine.
* * * *
When I first noticed him watching me I didn’t take much interest, now I felt compelled to look at him. Well ring-a-ding-ding. He was in his forties, thick brown hair, not too short and not too long, just how I liked it, and chocolate brown eyes. His smooth, slightly bronzed face obviously from a winter holiday, showed no signs of stubble.
“Let me buy you a drink?” Without waiting for an answer, he called over a waiter and ordered a glass of wine for me, and a whiskey for himself. The easiness of the question, made me wonder if he did this all the time; it was one thing meeting someone on a blind date, but I’m not in the habit of being chatted up by a cheating husband. Well, he had to be married since he was too hot to be single. Let’s face it. Over the last few months, I had found out all the best men out there were either married or gay.
He must have sensed my hesitation as he quickly said, in his deep husky voice. “Don’t worry. I’m not married, and I’m not in the habit of asking attractive women for a drink, unless we have been formally introduced, but I feel I need to restore your faith that not all males are, what was it you said, asses?”
I couldn’t help but smile at his perception. What a bummer he was likely gay. No, he oozed testosterone, so what was left? He didn’t look like a murderer or rapist, but then again I’d never met any.
A waitress promptly placed a drink in front of me. I was astounded when the words came out so confidently, “It would be rude of me to say no. Will you join me?”
Moving from his table, he towered over me. He was much taller than I’d expected. I could feel my stomach churn as my eyes wandered over his lean hips, up to a flat stomach, and a strong chest covered with a crisp white shirt and black waistcoat. Before sitting, he offered his hand. As I shook it, mine seemed so small, and fragile inside his that was strong and firm. “Oliver, Oliver Holland.”
The name rang a bell, but for the life of me, I couldn’t think why. “Grace Worthing.”
“Yes, I know.” He leaned back with ease in his chair and took a long swig of his drink, his eyes watching my every move over the top of his glass.
“Have we met?” Part of me wanted to say if I’d met him then I surely would have remembered.
“Your father and I go to the same club. I mentioned to him I was taking my father’s place on the board of governors at Parks High School. He said you worked there.”
“But how did you know it was me?”
“He showed me a picture of you. Very proud he is of you, and he has good reason too.”
Then the penny dropped. “You’re Holland of Holland Builders?” I was sitting opposite the man who built luxury houses with swimming pools and stables.
“Well actually my father does, I’m just a boring surveyor.” He leaned over the table and looked deep into my eyes. “What I am more interested in is why you felt the need to go on a blind date?”
“And what makes you think it was a blind date?”
“By the way you shot up in your seat, a hopeful look on your face, when you saw that male enter, followed by the disappointment on your face, when he joined the voluptuous blonde.”
“Are you saying that I couldn’t pull a man like that? That he wouldn’t look twice at me?”
My forthright question seemed to entertain him. “I was making no judgment on him, and his choice of women. It was you and your reaction that fascinated me.” Again, he sat back, as if waiting for me to reply with another candid question. However, I was not taking the bait. Let Mr Smarty Pants make his own assumption.
“Ok, when you first saw him, you looked surprised, as if he wasn’t what you were expecting and, to be honest, so was I.”
Midway between taking a sip of my wine, I began to laugh, well actually snort, only to be horrified as wine shot out of my nose. Now that’s why I didn’t have a date with Mr Suave. Oliver, without any embarrassment or a word, gallantly passed me a napkin. Composed and wine snot free, I smiled civilly. “Well, Oliver, for a man who has only seen a photograph of me, you certainly seem to think you know me. So what surprised me about him? I’m very eager to hear.” “Hair product, and quite obviously, dyed, no hair is that black.”
“Sorry, what was that?” I had to ask the question again, because as silly as it sounded, as Mr Suave glided across the room to Barry singing Your My Everything, that had been the first thing that had gone through my head. Too much hair gel, and definitely dyed.
Oliver repeated the answer, and went on to say, “You just don’t seem the kind of woman who would go out with a man who spent more time on his hair than you, that’s all.”
Instinctively my hand went to my boring, straight, shoulder length brown hair, pushing it behind my ears.
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Genres
Chic-Lit  Short
Heat Level: 3 Boiling
Sensual, yet more explicit love scenes, and the language may be more graphic and direct.
 


Showcase The Talbot Trilogy By - Melange Author Tori L. Ridgewood


 
 
Mist and Midnight
The Talbot Trilogy, Prequel
* Also available in ebook & print formats in the anthology "Midnight Thirsts"
Stalked by a cruel and relentless vampire, Charlotte is on the run. Fleeing the city, the powers of magick her only protection, she couldn't afford to fall for the hot modern prospector Pike Mahonen. Can she avoid temptation in a small town, to keep them both safe?
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Contemporary Paranormal Vampires Witches
Heat Level: 3 Boiling
Sensual, yet more explicit love scenes, and the language may be more graphic and direct.
 





Wind and Shadows

The Talbot Trilogy, Book one
 
by Tori L. Ridgewood
Rayvin Woods, photographer and natural witch. She just wanted to start her life over again after a series of misadventures. She didn't count on rekindling a lost love when she came home to Talbot...or battling a malevolent vampire and his coven for her life.
Grant Michaels, police officer. He thought Rayvin was a murderer. He will do whatever it takes to protect the community he loves from danger...but will he learn to trust his heart, and the word of a witch, before it's too late?
Malcolm de Sade, cunning vampire, imprisoned underground for a year by Charlotte Fanning and Pike Mahonen ("Mist and Midnight", Midnight Thirsts). His accidental release unleashes his hunger and ambition on a small, sleepy town...
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Genres
Contemporary Paranormal Vampires Witches
Heat Level: 3 Boiling
Sensual, yet more explicit love scenes, and the language may be more graphic and direct.
 

Blood and Fire

The Talbot Trilogy, Book Two


What chance does one witch have against five vampires? Alone, not much. But Rayvin's allies are gathering… The battle between good and evil supernatural forces heats up in the long, cold November nights of the former mining town. But how will Rayvin's motley crew of spellcasters and shapeshifters cope when they discover the threat they face is even greater than they imagined?

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Genres

Contemporary Paranormal Vampires Witches
Heat Level: 3 Boiling
Sensual, yet more explicit love scenes, and the language may be more graphic and direct.

 


Crystal and Wand

The Talbot Trilogy, Book Three


Lovers reunite, and are torn apart. Bloodthirsty fiends battle for control of an army of the undead. With the community of Talbot frozen under layers of ice and snow, the domination of the vampire coven seems certain, but in the eye of the storm, the witches and the vampire hunters search desperately for the means to bring an end to the violence that threatens to take over more than one small, sleepy town. Will Rayvin and Charlotte be able to work together, combining their skills in magick, to prevent the loss of more innocent lives?

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Genres

Contemporary Paranormal Vampires Witches
Heat Level: 3 Boiling
Sensual, yet more explicit love scenes, and the language may be more graphic and direct.

 

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Tori L. Ridgewood is a collector and teller of stories; a dedicated wife, mother, and high-school teacher; and is a practicing Wiccan. She enjoys reading, needlecraft, and overthinking movies.

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