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Pooka in My Pantry
Monster Haven, Book Two
R.L. Naquin

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Carina Press
ISBN: 978-14268-9524-1
Word Count: 89,000
Cover Artist: Croco Designs


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Zoey Donovan—empath, wedding planner, go-to girl for monsters with personal problems—has been marked twice for pickup by Death. On both occasions, Riley the smoking-hot reaper has refused to follow through. For his breach of protocol, Riley is now on probation. For her refusal to die on schedule, Zoey’s right to live is challenged. She will have to undergo a life-or-death trial, but she won’t know when or where it will happen…

Staying alive might not be so difficult if the Leprechaun Mafia hadn’t strolled into town. Now every business owner with the slightest connection to the supernatural community is being threatened with the most appalling bad luck if they don’t pay up. Mirrors are smashed, bodies are dropping, and Zoey’s still got clients waiting for fabric samples.

With a little luck, she might be able to save everyone and still have time for a second attempt at a decent first date with her favorite reaper.

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Chapter 1

You help one monster in need, and everybody hears about it.

The recent appearance of various monsters and mythical creatures in my life took some adjustment. But no amount of flexibility prepared me to assist in the live birth of a sea serpent in my own backyard. That’s a lot to ask of anybody.

My swimming pool looked like a major crime scene, and I was pretty sure bits of mucus mixed with dried blood flecked my hair. I’d probably have to take out a personal loan to cover the water bill once I took a three-hour shower, then drained and refilled the pool.

When the sea serpent appeared in my pool a month before, I had no clue what to do about it. Fortunately, Maurice, my resident closet monster, was quick on his feet. While I stood slack-jawed at the kitchen window, he ran to get Molly to be our translator. Fluent in all sorts of crazy creature languages ranging from house pets to gargoyles, Molly, the brownie, lived in a mushroom house in my backyard with her kids.

As it happened, she was unable to decipher a word of sea-serpentese.

Fortunately, a pygmy dragon with a nasty cold had recently spent his convalescence in my garage. Molly spoke dragonish, and Bruce, the dragon, spoke serpentese. Problem solved.

Except it took over three weeks to find Bruce, leaving us with no idea why a listless, snorting sea serpent had moved into my swimming pool.

Communicating in pantomime with a creature that had no hands was futile, absurd and probably hilarious to watch.

When Bruce (via Molly) explained the situation, I did my best not to panic. The sea serpent was pregnant, but she could tell something was wrong. Naturally, she came ashore to my house for help, since everyone in the supernatural community seemed to think I had the answer to every problem.

I had no experience delivering healthy babies of any species. All I had to go on were basic anatomy and zoology classes in college, and a wealth of medical procedural shows on television. And yet, something inside me clicked when Frannie went into labor and the baby stopped moving. I jumped into the water without a thought for my spangled, dry-clean-only shirt, or for the discomfort of wet jeans and high tops. In hindsight, I should’ve at least kicked off my shoes.

I’m not sure how to describe the supreme ick factor of having both arms shoved up to the elbow inside a sea serpent’s body. The baby was turned wrong, kind of folded in half and pointed to emerge center-first, rather than in a straight line with its head or tail facing the exit.

“Don’t push, Frannie,” I said. “I have to unfold the baby or it’ll stay stuck.”

Molly made a series of grunting snorts, which Bruce translated into a series of clicks and yowls. I felt the serpent relax around my squashed arms and wrestled the slippery baby into a better position. Another contraction hit and I stopped, waiting until I had more room to work.

The mournful cry from Frannie needed no translation.

When the contraction was over, I made another grab with one hand to hold the baby steady and pulled the head with the other. I’m not a dainty woman, but I’m not big enough to palm a basketball, either. That’s what it felt like I was trying to do in there, only the basketball in question had eyes I needed to avoid poking, and it was covered in what felt like tapioca pudding.

I got a good grip on a dorsal fin at what I hoped was the back of its neck as the next contraction hit.


Clacks and snarls followed down the translation line, and Frannie pushed while I pulled. My other hand shoved, guiding the rest of the baby straight. Once the head slipped into place, nature took over, and out everything slid. Right into my pool and all over me.

As an empath, I try never to leave the house without my protective walls up. The emotions of other people tend to overwhelm and drain me. But I was at home, and I was exhausted. I’d been so focused on the birth that I hadn’t built any barriers, so there was nothing between me and the small group around me to barricade my psyche against what wasn’t mine. I stood in the frigid water, unconcerned by my shaking body or the gore that covered me.

The emotional inrush saturated me in love and happiness.

Frannie nuzzled her new offspring, and a quiet joy settled over me, warming my freezing flesh. From Molly’s direction, relief lay across my shoulders like a heated blanket, and Bruce’s delight prickled my skin in electric jolts. My eyelids burned. I closed them to relieve the sensation. My back bumped against the side of the pool, and I let my knees bend so I could float.



They shot through the other emotions like tiny arrows. My eyelids cracked open, but only for a few seconds. Nothing was wrong. All was right. My job was done, so what would it hurt to take a little rest?

Thin fingers dug into the flesh in my arms, hauling me from the pool. I made a weak attempt to slap at the intruder.

“Zoey, come on, wake up.” Maurice was there, dragging me away from the water and piling towels on my wet skin.

My eyes snapped open. Well, crap. I lay flat on the pavement, still shivering, despite the previous illusion of warmth. Bodily fluids coated my skin, and Maurice had covered me with my good towels.

The closet monster’s big yellow eyes hovered inches from my face. His worry was so intense, it blocked all the warm fuzzy stuff happening behind him. He coaxed me to my feet, fussing at the towels to keep them from sliding off, and leading me into the house.

“Seriously, Zoey. I don’t know how you stayed alive before I got here. If you didn’t drown, hypothermia would’ve had you.”

About the Author:

Rachel’s head is packed with an outrageous amount of useless Disney trivia. She is terrified of thunder, but not of lightning, and tends to recite the Disneyland dedication speech during storms to keep herself calm. She finds it appalling that nobody from Disney has called yet with her castle move-in date.

Originally from Northern California, she has a tendency to move every few years, resulting in a total of seven different states and a six-year stint in England. Currently, she’s planning her next grand adventure. Rachel has one heroic husband, two genius kids, several annoyed cats, and an imaginary dog named Waffles. She doesn’t have time for a real dog.

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Stacey Kennedy – Some Like it Wicked

Some Like It Wicked
Stacey Kennedy

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave (Twilight)

ISBN: 9781419942235
Length: Novella
Heat Level: Sizzling
Release date: March 1, 2013


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Bryanna is far from the perfect witch. Shunned by her coven and her boyfriend for her unruly magic, she seeks a new life for herself in a new town—Charmstone.

When Bryanna arrives in Charmstone, Zeke, a demon gone good, is burning with fire over her. Not only has she set his world ablaze, but he’s found one soul he can save. He’s determined to free her from the insecurities that have damaged her soul.
Together they experience lava-hot passion as they weave their way through a tornado of emotions. But when Bryanna’s ex returns for her, Zeke will need to take a stand and hope that their lust leads to a forever love.

Publisher’s Note: This story was previously published elsewhere under the title Whatnots & Doodads in 2011, and has been revised and expanded for Ellora’s Cave.

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Excerpt Some Like It Wicked
Copyright © STACEY KENNEDY, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

A thump, followed by a ga-jug, echoed within the Volkswagen Rabbit, then the car rolled to a halt on the side of the gravel road.
“Oh Blessed Be, this cannot be happening.” Bryanna turned the ignition key and it clicked. She tried again, but she didn’t hear a spark of the engine igniting or a purr from the muffler, she only heard silence.
Dropping her head against her hands resting on the steering wheel, she shrieked in frustration and her throat tightened. But when tears filled her eyes, she straightened up. “No, you will not cry.” Cursing the now-dead piece of junk, she opened the car door, grabbed her handbag from the passenger seat and kicked the car’s silver door shut behind her.
Before the dash-unit GPS crapped out on her, it had indicated she had arrived in the West Feliciana Parish of Louisiana. Now she stood atop a narrow ridge overlooking a river below with blue sky and white clouds above.
The beautiful sight didn’t match her wretched mood. She should enjoy the rich, earthy scents around her, feel rejuvenated to have left the busy city of Shreveport behind and bask in the gloriousness of the nature around her. That was, if she was a good Earth Witch, which sadly, she wasn’t. In fact, her magical abilities were embarrassing at best. But those kinds of chastising thoughts weren’t important anymore. Nothing mattered. Least of all what she could or couldn’t do with her magic.
She strode forward and her long black satin skirt dragged along the ground, making her grumble. The gravel road was slightly damp and the big clouds meant a storm had recently blown through, which only added to the strong scents around her. Rich moss thrived on the forest floors to her right. Birds chirped in welcome, but she didn’t know to where.
Not as if that mattered either. The only thing that did concern her was never turning back and always moving forward. Her life needed to change, which included getting her ex-boyfriend, Layton Brimley, completely out of it.
A man built of romantic dreams—beautiful on the outside, blue-eyed, blond-haired and sexy as sin. But the pretty packaging was deceptive; his soul was tainted with darkness. He was the reason she’d been on the road for four hours now and why she’d never go back to the Shreveport coven.
Above her, a bird squawked and Bryanna raised her hand to protect her eyes, watching the hawk soaring on a thermal. She sighed. If only she was that hawk and Layton was a little mouse she could rip to pieces. It’d be the sweetest revenge.
She focused back on the road and increased her speed. On her third step, her boot caught a stone, causing her to stumble forward. With a yelp, she nosedived toward a puddle and scraped her hands against the rough stones. The dirty water soaked her clothing, plastering her skirt to her skin.
“Oh for the love of magic.” She pushed herself up, wiped her injured hands on her wet skirt and took a cautious step forward, but wobbled. When she glanced down, she noticed the heel of her boot had broken off.
Things that had been bad so far were only getting worse with each passing hour. She’d need four sets of hands to count all the mishaps she’d encountered along the way. Limping forward, she continued on, determined to get to…well, she hadn’t figured that out yet.
As the hawk above her squawked again, she also heard a car approaching from behind and drawing closer with each limp she took. Refusing to look back at the car in fear of embarrassing herself further, she stared at the gravel road when a thump caught her attention. The car’s tire had clearly hit another hole in the road, since when she turned, a splash came barreling toward her.
If she were a normal Earth Witch, she could conjure magic to stop the dirty water from hitting her. Sadly, she was anything but normal. Instead, she braced herself, shut her eyes and waited for the deluge.
Only a second later, the frigid water hit her dead center, as expected.
When she opened her eyes, she discovered her violet-streaked long black hair dripping around her. Looking down at her black corset, she found it completely soaked and dirt particles marred her flesh. “That’s it!” she shrieked to the sky above. “I’ve had enough!”
“You can either get in or stay wet. Your choice.”
At the low, velvety voice, Bryanna jerked her head toward the car, looking at back door of the black Dodge Challenger, which was open. Get in the car with a stranger? Or stay in these soaked clothes, with a broken heel on my boot?
The right decision was glaringly obvious.
With her continuing limp, Bryanna approached the car, then settled into the backseat. “Thank you for stopping.” As she leaned against the back of the seat, she noticed she was dripping dirty water along the expensive black leather. “Perhaps this was a bad idea. I’m ruining your seat.”
“It’s only a car,” the driver stated.
Glancing up from her soaked clothes, Bryanna examined her savior. He stared out the front windshield, but then looked at her in the rearview mirror, and she sucked in a harsh breath. It wasn’t his appearance that worried her. His short dark-brown hair, the broad set of his shoulders and even his nicely defined arms filling his pale-blue T-shirt looked incredibly nice. But it was what lay in the depths of his coal-black eyes that terrified her.
A demon.
“The name is Zeke.” He flashed a grin that, if she hadn’t been frightened, might have been sexy. At her silence, he chuckled, put the car in gear and then drove down the road. “Surprised to see a demon?”
She gulped, stunned speechless.
Demons were underworld creatures, stealers of souls and spawns of Satan. What kind of trouble had she landed herself in?
“Stop the car!” she shouted, blindly grasping for the door handle that seemed to have disappeared. She might have looked down to assist in her much needed escape, but that meant she would have to take her eyes off the demon, which she wouldn’t dare do. “Let me out. Don’t eat my soul.”
Zeke barked a shout of laughter. “I might be a demon by right, but I have chosen a different life for myself. I won’t eat you.” His chuckling faded. “And I’ll even send a tow to get your car later. What’s your name?”
His reply knocked her off her axis and made her pause. Was what he suggested even possible? Could a demon deny his heritage? “Bryanna.” She managed to look away from him and noticed they approached a town. “Where are you taking me?”
Once he passed through the metal gates at the entrance, Bryanna spotted an old wooden sign that hung on a wrought iron stand. Charmstone was carved into the wood with Established in 1839 written below.
As the car traveled down the curvy paved road, shops of all kinds appeared. First, Duncan’s Dungeons, then Scaredy Cat Café and even Little Shop of Potions. The town had a historical feel, with aged stores that only built more character. It didn’t look decrepit, but had an incredible charm. One of those places so memorable that if she left, she’d definitely return.
After Zeke rounded a corner, he brought the car to a stop. Dragging her gaze from the eclectic shops and the few shifters who walked along the street, she exited the car and stared down the street to her right. She then looked to her left, totally mesmerized.
The shops were all huddled together with no sense of organization. They were nothing like she’d seen in Shreveport. It even smelled different here, almost like gingersnap cookies. Every shop appeared to be a little house and each had a different style that somehow made each one special.
“What a charming little town.” She glanced over her shoulder at Zeke and her mouth instantly went dry.
At some point, he had joined her and he was dark, dangerous, but gorgeous. He towered over her, staring down at her in a way that should have sent her running. Instead, she found herself captivated. Her breath caught in her throat as he gave a smile that was as devilish as his evil roots.
He regarded her a moment, giving her a once-over before curiosity filled his dark eyes. “If you’re a witch, why haven’t you,” he waved his hand over her, “changed your clothing?”
At the reminder of her magical flaws, her cheeks warmed. The spell he suggested was, in fact, the simplest of magic. She considered lying to save herself from the embarrassment, but why bother? A demon had no right to judge her. “Because I’m a terrible witch.”
One sleek eyebrow lifted. “How so?”
A breeze filled the air, causing leaves to flutter down from the tree above, making her slightly chilled in her wet clothes. “My powers are on the fritz. I can command the earth element, but when I do, something horrible happens.”
His eyes twinkled. “Show me.”
“That’s not a good idea.” She scanned the area and while only a couple of warlocks stood by the café and a few werewolves across the street, this seemed dangerous. Turning back to Zeke, she admitted, “It’s best I don’t use my magic.”
He closed the distance between them, studying her from head to toe. “But you are a witch.”
To call her a witch was akin to calling a black cat white. “Yeah, that’s the problem. I’m only a half-witch.”
He snorted, folding his arms over a thick chest. “There’s no such thing as a half-witch.”
“Wanna bet?” she countered.
The side of his mouth curved. “Go on.” He leaned against the wrought iron lamppost and waved her on, which flexed the muscles in his biceps. “I’m not worried. Show me.”
She cleared her throat, a little stuck on the sight of his flexing muscles, before she gave herself hell for looking at a demon that way. Focusing off him, as well as realizing he wouldn’t relent until he saw her flaws for himself, she focused inward. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He winked. “Little witch, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” Pointing toward himself, he tilted his head. “Demon, remember?”
There was that.
Besides, even if she had perfect magic, she still couldn’t injure him; exactly why witches feared demons. Although this demon wasn’t typical, was he? With that thought on her mind, and not wanting to prolong the moment, she shut her eyes. Years had passed since she called to her element and she wasn’t confident earth would respond.
Perhaps some of her agreement had been because it almost felt like the final act of defiance. Her magic had been wonky since birth and her ex, Layton, had been right—her spells only caused trouble. Now she was free of him and could conjure magic whenever she wanted. That was, when alone and not for anyone to witness her mishaps.
Warmth began to fill her veins, instantly reminding her of how intimately her magic touched her, bringing forth a world of guilt. Abandoning her element had been the hardest thing she’d ever done. But what else was she to do?
As a heat wave rushed over her body and settled into her chest, happiness spread through her equally as powerful. The earth element appeared as elated as she was to reconnect. When the breeze picked up and turned into a stronger wind, fluttering her hair, she concentrated on her clothes. She pictured each article of clothing in her mind and switched that piece of clothing with something new.
With a skirt and corset strong in her mind, the blast of heat in her veins burned wicked hot until it vanished and the wind returned to a gentle breeze.
Only a second passed before Zeke burst out laughing.
She snapped open her eyes, caught sight of him staring at the ground and then she followed his gaze. The moment she spotted the tiny round glass jar, she groaned. “See.”
“I do see.” He picked up the container, pulled out the cork and lowered his nose to the glass. “It smells like vanilla with a hint of almonds.” After he closed the jar again, he smiled at her. “Is it skin cream?”
“Sure is.” She lifted her chin, forcing herself to remember he was a demon and had no business judging her. “As I told you, my magic never comes out right and always gives me these thingamajigs.”
She gave a firm nod. “Yup, all kinds of weird whatnots.”
“Well, Bryanna.” He offered her the container with gentleness in his gaze that made no sense coming from a demon. “Must be incredible skin cream since your skin is beautiful.”
With burning cheeks, she accepted the jar, unsure if she should thank him or ignore him. She chose the latter, considering he was a demon, after all. Sure, a sexy demon with a wickedly charming smile, but nonetheless, a demon.
She deposited the cream in the garbage bin beside the lamppost and when the glass container clanged against the bottom of the metal garbage bin, she finally looked at Zeke. He stared at her intently and she became trapped in those same confusing eyes; so dangerous, yet tender.
When he chuckled, her attention drifted down to his curved lips, making her wonder what it’d be like to kiss a demon. Would he be gentle? Or would he be a devil between the sheets?
The second she realized it hadn’t been a passing thought, but intense curiosity, she gave her head a hard shake for even going there.
What was wrong with her?
“There’s a store close by that should suit you.” Zeke’s voice had deepened, his eyes glinting dangerously. “I’ll buy you whatever you need to replace your clothing.”
She bit back a curse, seeing he wasn’t blind to her regard of him. Her most private thoughts always showed on her face. She had to work on not being such an open book. “I don’t need your money. That’s one thing I do have.”
In fact, money was the only thing she had, not that she’d tell a demon that. What she didn’t have—what she longed for—was everything that truly mattered: love, acceptance and perfect magic.
She had lived without the important stuff for twenty-five years and she couldn’t do it any longer. Those desires made her leave everything she knew behind in Shreveport in search of a new life.
And now here she was, in Charmstone with a demon.


Some Like It Wicked received 4″ of fang for a great end to end read. The novella had some cool characters and the main protagonist was a hoot! Both Bryanna and Zeke have issues they work through, but when they come together… They’re on fire.

About the Author:

Stacey Kennedy writes romance that sometimes gets very naughty. She’s an urban fantasy lover at heart, but she also enjoys losing herself in dark and sensual worlds. She lives in Southwestern Ontario with her husband who gave her a happily ever after. Together, they have two small children who can always make her smile, and who will never be allowed to read mommy’s books. If she’s not plugging away at a new story, you’ll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or obsessing over Sons of Anarchy and Games of Thrones.

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Interview: Holly Hunt – Blood Moon

Blood Moon
Holly Hunt

Genre: Horror/Paranormal
Publisher: Damnation Books

ISBN: 9781615726783

Number of pages: 136
Word Count: 41,500

Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique


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Upon a dark and blood-filled hour, humanity’s doom will rise to power.

Werewolves are real. They haunt the woods of North America, feeding on the bodies of humans stupid enough to blunder across their paths. Once rogue and uncoordinated, the rise of their goddess Alsvinth has brought them all together, with one goal: destroy as much of the species as necessary to enslave them within meat farms, to feed the werewolf army taking over the world.

Olivia, a werewolf from western Canada, and her brother Charlie set out to kill the goddess and save humanity. But can the werewolf and human destroy the goddess’s power, or will she prevail and turn the planet into a wasteland?

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We slid almost silently through the darkness under the trees, with me growing more used to the way the wolf moved with every stride. Soon we were passing Afgar, a town almost twenty miles south of Flowen, with Kyda and Lydia showing no sign of slowing.

I wasn’t tired as we slowed, nearing Fulchurch, fifty miles from Flowen. We were on the shore of a very large lake, and I saw land on the other side of the water, along with some lights.

Kyda sniffed at me and head butted my side, then rolled her eyes and licked the side of my face. I yipped at her in protest and grabbed her ruff in my teeth. She yapped and pushed me over, and the pair of us tumbled across the grass.

“Whoa… Charlie, look at this.”

The three of us stopped moving, Lydia and Kyda looking in the direction of the voices. I stepped forward, wagging my tail like a dog.

“What’re you three doing out on a night like this?” one of the boys asked, crouching down as I approached. I could hear Kyda and Lydia coming up behind me.

“Aren’t you a pretty dog?” the original speaker asked Kyda, taking a step toward her. “Your fur looks so soft.”

Lydia sniffed at the boys, and then something in the darkness grabbed her attention. A young girl stepped out into the moonlight, looking around the age of Charlie and his friend.

“No collars,” the other boy said, peering at us. “You aren’t huskies or malamutes, but your fur’s really thick.”

I smiled at him and bared my teeth, licking at Charlie’s face as the girl carefully stroked Lydia’s black back. Lydia turned and snapped at the girl, catching her arm. My stomach rumbled as the scent of blood covered the air, along with the girl’s screams.

“Bad dog!” Charlie yelled, pushing at Lydia’s shoulder. “Let Mel go!”

Lydia turned to snap at him, and Charlie jumped out of the way, pulling Mel out of the way of Lydia’s next snap. I remembered what I was and growled at Charlie, licking my lips and locking my sight on his throat.

“I don’t think they’re dogs, Charlie,” the other boy said, backing away from Kyda, watching Charlie and Mel as carefully as us. “I think they’re wolves.”

Charlie looked at Kyda, who had joined Lydia and I in advancing on Mel. I saw fear cross his eyes, and I licked my lips, crouching. Fear was good.

“The Ontario Wolf,” Charlie gasped, looking at Kyda. “Shit. Andrew, Mel, run!”

I leapt, seizing his arm, as Mel and Andrew broke into a sprint, scrambling for the trees. I pulled Charlie to the ground and shook him, listening with delight to his screams, tasting the human’s blood. It was warm and delicious, perfect to my new tastes.

Kyda and Lydia took off after the humans, howling their thrill at the chase. I pulled at Charlie’s arm, and heard something snap.

Interview with Holly Hunt

B2: Where are you from?
Canberra, Australia.

B2: Do have you any news to share? We love to sink our fangs into juicy news.
I have a new release coming out April 1st, called the Tyrant of Tarsit. And, as I write this, I’m doing my first book signing tomorrow. Scary!

B2: When and why did you begin writing?
Boredom. Sheer boredom. What else are you going to do in senior mathematics, other than cause mayhem and destruction (I went to a rough school)? Well, I still caused it, just on paper instead of on walls.

B2: Have you always considered yourself a writer?
Not really. I still don’t, even after 6 published books. Kind of hard to see when it will begin, really.

B2: What inspired you to write your first book?
A recurring dream. I wrote it down, and it went away. There was a plot and a story to it, so I wrote it down. The more I fleshed it out, the more right it felt. It’s yet to be published, but it’s still fun to read.

B2: Which do you prefer to write – full length novels or short stories?
When I started out, it was easy to hit 180,000 words on a story. Nowadays, I’m pushing it to 40,000 words. Short stories are becoming so much easier now that I’m into full-time work and responsibilities and such.

B2: Have you ever sat and just watched the people go by?
People watching! Ooh, I love people watching! I don’t have the deductive skills of Sherlock Holmes to work out what the people around me are up to, but I have an imagination. You’d be amazed at how many immortals are wandering around the malls in Canberra right now. Shapeshifters, too, and aliens.

B2: What books have most influenced your life most?
My love of reading came from the Animorphs series, back in the 1990s, Harry Potter (of course) came after it, but I also grew to love Tamora Pierce, Traci Harding and Garth Nix’s worlds – And tried to come up with some of my own in the hope of joining their great ranks.

B2: If you had to choose, which writer would you like to have mentor you?
Oh, gee, that’s a hard one…Hmm, maybe Tolkien? Gods know my writing could do with a little world-building lately, and he was the king of that.

B2: Do you read while you write? What book are you reading now?
Right now I’m wandering slowly through the Sherlock Holmes books, while I write a sci-fi story about the death of planet Earth. All really mentally confusing, actually.

B2: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
TK Toppin has a wonderful trilogy out that I love, as does Ashley Barnard. It’s amazing what you can find just link-hopping through Amazon these days.

B2: What are your current projects?
The afore-mentioned Sci-fi, a different sci-fi, and a half-developed Death-centric one. That’s Death, capital D. Yes, the Four Horsemen will show up, but don’t they always?

B2: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
I would change everything about every book. But that’s the curse of the writer – you’re never satisfied, even when you’re so sick of editing the thing that thinking of it makes you feel a little ill.

B2: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Romance. I’m a romance writer… who’s terrible at hooking characters up. It’s a burden I must wallow in.

B2: What was the hardest part of writing?
Starting. Keeping going. Ending. Repeating.

B2: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
Yeah. My computer chair is really uncomfortable to sit at for 8+ hours at a time.

B2: Do you have any advice for other writers?
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…

About the Author:

An author living in Canberra, Australia, Holly Hunt writes a collection of works including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Horror and Romance. Currently undergoing an apprenticeship in Butchery, Holly spends her days off writing and watching superhero cartoons.

Holly lives with her partner, Matthew, in a two-bedroom unit crammed with comics and movie memorabilia. She dreams of one day owning a big garden, three dogs and a cat, and can’t wait until that day gets here.

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Guest Blog: Erica Hayes – Redemption

The Seven Signs, Book 2

Erica Hayes

Genre: paranormal romance, urban fantasy romance

Publisher: Berkley Sensation

ISBN: 978-0425258385

Number of pages: 330
Word Count: 100K

Cover Artist: Kris Keller


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Japheth the Tainted is on the hunt for a mysterious demon vampire. But meeting her face-to-face might disarm his warrior spirit—and spark an unquenchable passion with apocalyptic consequences.

As a fallen angel, Japheth is determined to make his way back to heaven by staying pure and slaying hellspawn. With a new scourge of vampires unleashed by a blood-drinking demon, the Prince of Thirst, there’s plenty to be done. But Japheth is after one vampire in particular—the one they call the Angel Slayer.

Rose Harley never wanted to be a vampire, but the Prince of Thirst can turn even the kindest soul into a soldier of hell. Feeling abandoned by God, she stalks the West Village taking revenge on his angels—until she meets her match.

When Japheth and Rose encounter each other, the battle is fierce and charged with desire. But when they discover a common enemy—the Prince of Thirst himself—they form a dangerous alliance that could either cost them their eternal lives, or spark a love more powerful than heaven or hell.

What We Need to Know About the Protagonist of the Story

Thanks for having me on The Full Fang today, as part of my REDEMPTION blog tour and giveaway. I’m stoked to be here!

I’m actually kinda hoping that many of you have never heard of this book :) That’s the cool thing about book blogs, right – discovering new reads? Adding to our already majestic, teetering TBR piles? Enabling our one-click-buy addictions?

So allow me to present the quick-and-dirty on the hero and heroine of REDEMPTION, this fabulous golden-feathered book here.

That intense guy on the front? That’s Japheth, our hero. Golden-winged fallen angel warrior. Ice prince with a heart of fire. He’s sworn off sin of every kind, in an effort to win his way back into heaven. Doesn’t party, doesn’t lie, doesn’t have sex. He’s spent 1400 years working off his darker passions by slaying vile soul-sucking demons. Because, y’know, they deserve it. Heaven’s good with that.

Enter Rose, the heroine. A demon’s cursed vampire minion, as beautiful as she is deadly. If she wants to please her evil master and stay out of hell – who wouldn’t? – she must seduce and slay every angel she can find.

When she sets eyes on Japheth – he of the icy façade and fiery temper – she thinks he’s an easy mark. He hasn’t touched a woman in hundreds of years. She’ll have his soul faster than she can say ’1400-year-old virgin’. Because, hell, 1400 years might as well be never. He’ll be putty in her paws… well, the opposite of putty, in this case. (Why do we even say that? I don’t know…)

Needless to say, it doesn’t work out quite like that. Sparks fly – oh, boy, do they – but Japheth has a will of steel. And Rose is equally desperate to escape hell. Immovable object, meet irresistible force. And there’s also the small matter of stopping the end of the world to keep them busy. Something’s gotta give…

But it’s not so easy, to change your world view in a couple of days. Japheth is convinced redemption is worth fighting for. Rose is just as convinced she’s irredeemable. He believes she’s evil. She thinks he’s a lying hypocrite. Who’ll convince whom? How can such opposites attract so deeply? And what if your hated nemesis turns out to be the only one who can save your soul?

REDEMPTION is a little twisted. A bit different. Japheth and Rose are wounded, deeply emotional people with a lot of bottled-up rage. They don’t always make the right decisions. They aren’t always nice to each other. But they do need each other, even if they’re loath to admit it.

So if you like a hot, colorful romance with added violence, demon-slaying, action, suspense, super-nasty demon villains, crazy archangels and lashings of wild sex – and who doesn’t? – give REDEMPTION a try. I hope you enjoy it!

P.S. Book 1 in the series is called REVELATION. You can read that first if you like. It’ll probably help. But you don’t need to.

About the Author:

Erica Hayes was a law student, an air force officer, an editorial assistant and a musician, before finally landing her dream job: fantasy and romance writer.

She writes dark paranormal and urban fantasy romance, and her books feature tough, smart heroines and colourful heroes with dark secrets.

She hails from Australia, where she drifts from city to city, leaving a trail of chaos behind her. Currently, she’s terrorizing the wilds of Northumberland.

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Promo: The Necromancer’s Seduction by Mimi Sebastian

The Necromancer’s Seduction
The Necromancer Series, Book One
Mimi Sebastian

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: ImaJinn Books
Cover Artist: Patricia Lazarus


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She has never feared the walking dead. It’s the power required to reanimate the dead that startles her, seduces her. The power that dwells inside her…and is growing.

For Professor Ruby Montagne, being a necromancer has brought her nothing but heartache, and she walked away from that part of her life long ago. However, her quiet existence in San Francisco is shattered when she stumbles upon the body of a slain witch, and the supernatural community insists she transform him into a revenant to track the killer. But his murder was just the beginning, and Ruby soon realizes that the stakes are higher than anyone can imagine—and that revenants have nasty minds of their own.

Now demonic creatures have escaped into the human world, and zombies once again walk the streets. For humanity’s sake, Ruby forms an unlikely alliance with a witch, a zombie, and Ewan March, a demon warrior who sets her senses on fire.

She’s always distrusted demons and Ewan is no exception, but circumstances push them closer together, and Ruby not only finds it harder to resist him, she isn’t sure she even wants to. But she suspects his job of patrolling the portal separating humans and demons conceals a dark and deadly past that may consume them both.
With events spiraling out of control, Ruby unravels a plot that not only threatens the human and demon realms, but puts Ruby’s very soul in jeopardy. Because when the dead walk, no one is safe. Especially Ruby.

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Ewan waved me over to an empty expanse of the porch circled with candles of various shapes and colors, casting an ominous glow that barely chased off the shadows skulking around the room. I walked over, steering clear of the screen.
“Will this do?” he asked.
I nodded. “Where’s Adam’s body?”
“In the basement. Do you want it brought up now?”
“No.” Achieve inner calm while peeking at the dead body, worried it’ll pop up and jump on me? Not likely.
“All right then, I’ll leave you alone.” He didn’t move. The lines around his mouth softened. “I want to apologize for last night. I wasn’t acting very gentlemanly.”
“Gentlemanly?” I smiled. The tension eased from my shoulders. “I’d never use gentleman in the same breath as demon.”
“Now I’m offended.” The crinkle of his eyes told me the opposite. “We demons are quite chivalrous.”
“Chivalrous? I suppose you have a white horse hidden away somewhere?”
He’d somehow moved closer during our exchange and grazed my cheek with his finger. “White horse,” he whispered close to my ear, “boring.”
He lowered his lips to mine but stopped short of touching them, tracing my back with his hand, gliding it up my neck to wrap his fingers in my hair. Our bodies were close but not touching; only our breaths met in a hot exchange. He gazed at my lips before possessing them with his own.
I swayed and caught his shoulders to steady myself. I moaned at the electric shock searing a path from my lips to my core. Feeling, tasting him was better than I ever allowed myself to imagine.
Ewan consumed me.
I wasn’t ready to be consumed.

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Noemi Ghirghi writes as Mimi Sebastian and raised herself on books and the strange and unusual with an unhealthy dose of comics and Scooby Doo. Loving angst-filled romance thrown in the mix, she decided to blend all those elements in a steamy mix in her first Urban Fantasy series, the Necromancer Books. The first book, The Necromancer’s Seduction, debuts July 15, 2013, with ImaJinn Books.

Noemi spent two years in the Ivory Coast with the Peace Corps and loves to introduce tid-bits from her experiences in her writing. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA. A transplant from the beaches of Florida, Noemi now wanders the desert in Phoenix, AZ, and attempts to balance writing with a day career, fantastic family, and household diva: her Amazon parrot.

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Promo: The Chosen by Theresa Meyers

The Chosen
The Legend Chronicles series, book three

Theresa Meyers

Genre: Paranormal Romance / Steampunk
Publisher: Kensington, Zebra
Date of Publication: March 4, 2013
ISBN-10: 142012126X
ISBN-13: 978-1420121261
ASIN: B009L93H2E

Number of pages: 352 pages (also includes the ebook about Marley, The Inventor, for the first time in print in the back of this book)


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The Chosen: a prophecy older than dirt and more dangerous than death. Even as they perfected steam-powered gadgetry and rounded up varmints from Hell, the Jackson brothers didn’t believe in it. But when the chips are down, three brothers named for weapons aren’t going out without a fight…

A Walk On The Wild Side

Attorney by day, demon-hunter by night, Remington Jackson is used to being on the sunny side of the law, even in the Wild West. But it’s showdown time, and Remy and his brothers are getting desperate. They don’t have the relic they need to slam the door shut on evil—so Remy is going to have to find and steal part of it.

Enter China McGee, shapeshifter, thief, beauty, and current prisoner. When Remy offers her freedom in exchange for a little light-fingered help, she’s pretty sure she’s going to end the association with a good old-fashioned seductive double cross. But there’s something about fighting through a jungle full of Mayan ruins that makes you want to settle down together. China could change. Remy might be special. But none of that matters if the devil takes them all…

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“So how are you planning on getting me out of here? They’ve got a price on my head. And you ain’t a judge and now you’re stuck here in the pokey same as me.”
Remington Jackson’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and determination. “You didn’t think I’d walk in here without an alternative exit plan, did you?” he pulled the right side of his jacket back to reveal not just a holstered revolver and gun belt filled with silvery bullets, but also a couple of glass vials of clear liquid topped with cork stoppers.
China snorted. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that little bit of water if you want to get through those adobe walls.”
He gave her an arch look. “It would, if it were water.” He picked up one vial, and glanced at her. “But considering it’s nitro glycerin, I’m assuming it’ll be much more effective. Toss that mattress up on its side and hunker down behind it for cover.” She didn’t question, just did as he said.

Remington crouched down behind the mattress with her in the corner of the cell, their backs to the bars as he threw the glass vial as hard as he could at the outer adobe wall, then ducked.
The explosion rocked the jail, sending down a shower of dust and chunks of brick. Miss McGee coughed, then frowned. “Blowing up the jail? That’s your solution?”
He shrugged. He really didn’t care what she thought of his methods. “It works.” His life wasn’t a black or white proposition. It was more like a smorgasbord. He took what he needed, when he needed it, to get the job done. Being a Hunter, even part time, meant he didn’t always have the luxury of doing things by the book.
Judging by the narrow-eyed look and pinched mouth on Miss McGee’s pretty face, he’d been right to bring the iron bracelet along as a precaution. Colt said she could change into many things, including a mountain lion, and he had no plans of getting shredded to pieces on the way back to Tombstone.
Remington didn’t waste any time. He hustled Miss McGee out of the jail as quickly as possible, helping her cross the rubble, aware that the sheriff and half the town would likely be on their heels at any moment.
They dashed around the outer edge of the jail, and waited for everyone to disappear inside. He grabbed hold of her hand. “Let’s go.”
He rushed to his horse, who was spooked by the explosion, and pulled the reigns from the hitching post.
China’s mouth dropped open. “How are we gonna get out of here quick on that? Don’t you have a mechanical horse like Colt?”
“No. Hate the damn thing. Now are you coming or not?”
China snapped her mouth closed and nodded. Remington mounted in one smooth swift motion, then hauled the Darkin up to sit in front of him. Well, really, given the confines of the saddle she sat more in his lap than in front of him. She was far softer than he’d anticipated. Somehow Miss McGee’s prickly exterior didn’t change how very feminine she felt. “Hold on to the pommel.” She gripped it hard and he grasped the reins in each hand.
“Is this really necessary?” she growled as he kicked the horse into motion.
“Until I have clear access to Diego Mendoza’s information, absolutely.” That was a half truth. He could have just taken whatever she’d gotten from the safety deposit box and left her there, but his gut had told him that wasn’t the safest path. And if there was one thing Remington did, it was always listen to his gut. Besides everything Colt had him meticulously research indicated a Darkin was needed to access the hiding place of the missing pieces of the Book. No, he didn’t intend on letting Miss McGee out of his sights any time soon.
He wheeled the horse around and sped up the hill, making quick tracks out of Bisbee before anyone figured out what had happened and where they’d gone. He didn’t stop or slow until Bisbee was out of sight over the rim of the hills.
“I can just give you the page. That’s all there was. No map. Not a decent one anyway. Just a bunch of squiggly lines. No place names. No directions.” With her right hand she reached beneath the edge of her leather jacket and pulled a folded page of yellowed paper from the breast pocket of her faded pale blue chambray shirt. “Here. Take it. Then you can just drop me off at the next town. Deal?”
Remington smiled. She was just as anxious to get away from him as she was to get back at Colt. He could tell by the nervous way she fidgeted. “No deal. How do I know that paper will lead me anywhere?”
She shrugged, the movement causing her back and the curve of her shoulders to rub up against his chest. Remington grit his teeth. He was a Hunter, not a monk, after all. And despite the taint of being Darkin, she was a beautiful creature.
“You don’t. But I don’t have anything else, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, I think you have a bit more than that. You were working with Colt to help find the lost piece of the Book Diego knew about, weren’t you?”
She heaved a sigh. “I don’t know anything.”
“That’s not what Colt said.”
A fine tremor worked its way through her body. Remington wasn’t sure if it was anger or desire. There was an exceedingly fine dividing line between hate and love and it didn’t take a whole hell of a lot to push some folks from one to the other.
“Colt knows everything I do.”
“Yes, but he’s bent on finding Cadel’s piece of the Book my father hid. That means I’m collecting you so you can help him find the piece Diego is rumored to have uncovered.”
She twisted in his lap. The leather stretched across her finely curved ass was not nearly enough of a barrier between them. Remington grunted. China gazed up at him. “You’re trying to put the Book of Legend back together, aren’t you?”
They started down the rugged hills surrounding Bisbee and Remington weighed the option of telling her the truth vs. telling her only what he wanted her to know. His gut told him to trust her when every bit of Hunter training told him he was a fool to do so.
Something changed in her eyes. A flash of silver, like lightning streaking across a stormy, cloud-covered sky. It was a breath-taking sight. “I’ll help you on one condition.”
Remington was tempted to tell her she wasn’t exactly in a position to bargain, but his curiosity got the better of him. In the courts sometimes what people told you when trying bargain, revealed far more about their intentions than they realized. “And what’s that?”
“If you do find all the pieces, I want to be there when you put it together.”
Remington frowned. “Why?”
“’Cause if what the Darkin legends say is true, it’s gonna be one hell of a show.”
In Remington’s opinion deals were made to be remade. He didn’t see the harm in agreeing to it if it could get the information Colt needed out of her. “Sounds like you have a personal stake in the matter. Is that true, Miss McGee?”
She shifted uneasily. “You’ve got your secrets, Hunter. I’ve got mine. Do we have a deal, or don’t we?”

About the Author

The progeny of a slightly mad (NASA) scientist and a tea-drinking bibliophile who turned the family dining room into a library, Theresa Meyers learned early the value of a questioning mind, books and a good china teapot.

A former journalist and public relations officer, she found far more enjoyment using her writing skills to pen paranormal novels in the turret office of her Victorian home.

She’s spent nearly a quarter of a century with the boy who took her to the Prom, drinks tea with milk and sugar, is an adamant fan of the television show Supernatural, and has an indecent love of hats.

You can find her dabbling online on twitter at or at

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Review: Winged by LM Pruitt

Release Date February 5
Book Two Uprising Coming in April


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I fell from the Talmadge Bridge the week before I turned thirty.

I was given a choice: Go to Heaven. Go back to my life in Savannah. Or spend eternity fighting evil under the direction of the archangels.

I chose the demons–and the angels.

I chose the Winged.

The Review

The book begins where just before the point where most end. Death.

The main protagonist has a very strong voice which the reader feels even through the confusion of her hum drum life. For this book life starts in Chapter Two. The character is well built, the author doesn’t go for the typical connections, but rather creates a element that leaves you wondering and rooting for a particular outcome or change of heart.

Joanne Watson, is the main character. Coming from a time where women were bred with expectations to follow a defined path and preset course. It was nice to see the author carry this through to her afterlife. Every detail was explored, love, lust, and the ability to survive. But Watson, was not a quitter, as with any a Southern Belle born to breed, she didn’t develop many skills except her book smarts.

The other characters were equally a pleasure to meet. The Archangels had a variety of personalities that just made them delicious characters. The read was a fast paced thrilling ride, though the tone often varied to ease pace. The plot was well woven with a couple of twists for entertainment. The characters grew and developed before your eyes as the plot both thickened and unfolded.

Like any good story that you know the beginning and think you know the end… all you have to do is enjoy the journey and hope she gets her Wings! I read this book in 3.5 hours in a non-stop virtual jacket to jacket read.

I give this book 5″ of fang!

This book was provided to me to review as part of Bewitching Book Tours promotions.

3″ of fang is an interesting book
3.5″ of fang is a good book
4″ of fang is a good book that gives me something to think about
4.5″ of fang is a great book that evokes both emotional response and leaves me thinking
5″ of fang is an awesome book that I’m still talking about two days after I’m done reading it

About the Author

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She is the author of the Jude Magdalyn Series as well as New Moon Rising, featuring Cari Gravier, and Taken, featuring Frankie Post. She is currently at work on the next book in the Moon Rising series, Harvest Moon Rising, due out April 2012. Ms. Pruitt makes her home in Florida with two cats–one smart, the other not so much.
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First Bitten by Samantha Towle

First Bitten
The Alexandra Jones series Book 1
Samantha Towle


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A love story with bite ……

Walking home after a night out drowning her sorrows with her best friend, Carrie, Alexandra Jones stupidly takes a phone call from her cheating ex-boyfriend, Eddie, and in her anger hurls her phone into the forest before her.

But when Alex goes to retrieve her phone from the undergrowth, she and Carrie come face-to-face with a monster they never even knew existed, a Vârcolac (a nightmarish vampire-werewolf hybrid) and he’s in search of fresh blood. The next thing Alex knows, she is staring at the impossibly handsome but mysterious Nathan who has helped bring her back to life, but not to the life she left.

To her horror, she discovers she has now become a blood-drinking Vârcolac herself and she is the only female of her kind, with the potential for breeding a whole new army of Vârcolacs if they can only track her down and press her into service.

And while Alex gets to know Nathan and his shape-shifting family as they offer her the protection she so desperately needs, unbeknown to all of them, the Vârcolacs are getting closer …

About the Author

Samantha Towle lives in Yorkshire with her husband Craig, children Riley and Isabella, dog Max and cat Murphy.

The youngest of four daughters, she loves music – all music – and dreams of a day when …. now that’s another story.

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Ancient Vampires


The modern day vampire is sexy, sparkly, seductive, and more. The vampire has evolved into the fruit of every unrealized desire. A being just beyond our reach, but yet in our midst.

The connection of vampires and blood goes back before the measurement of time. Legends and myth have them draining our life forces, leaving us vulnerable and on the brink of death with the only hope of survival riding on one decision – transformation. Those same legends give that vampire a face, often depicted as a human-like monster.

Today there are more vampires than the fanged kind that leave us in no different of a state. The consumption of our life force translates to more than blood-sucking. Our energy is depleted, spirit plummeted,  and soul faded. The daily grind has people working harder and longer to make ends meet and have the same level of satisfaction.


This weekend, I stopped and smelled the roses as the cliche goes. I was fortunate to be able to stop and have a chat with this tortoise while on his afternoon stroll.  In turn, he was kind enough to stop and pose for a few pictures. His old, wise eyes stared at me with a discerning look until he realized I was not a threat. I stared back at him trying to calculate his age, hoping he wasn’t doing the same for me. I had to wonder how he spends his days, wondering around the farm pausing for nourishment now and again. He walked without fear of the horses he shared the field with. He approached new things with a cautious curiosity and did not allow fear to hold him back. I live to be able to do this. Has the element of time afforded him the air of confidence? Hopefully, I won’t have to get too much older before I accomplish this goal.

I’m not sure what kind of tortoise this is. The internet had very few pictures of fanged tortoise. In either case, I was please to meet him and ponder on all things vampiric. Especially as I’m sure he would have bitten me if my finger got anywhere near his mouth even if he is a vegetarian. I wasn’t going to try him just in case I had to make that decision… life or second life.

I was very nice to take a moment… but back to the world of writing, editing, and writing some more.

Have an awesome week!

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Interview with Susannah Sandlin

Penton Vampire Legacy, Book 3
Susannah Sandlin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Date of Publication: February 5, 2013
ISBN: 978-1612183596
ASIN: B0073XV3L2
Number of pages: 328
Word Count: approx. 88,000


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The bloody war between the Vampire Tribunal and the defiant scathe of Penton, Alabama, rages on, forcing its residents and their bonded humans to retreat into the underground fortress of last resort: Omega. There, Will Ludlam is charged with the care of Penton’s humans, though he longs to fight alongside his vampire brethren. He knows the risks: as the renegade son of the Tribunal’s vicious leader, Will’s capture could doom the resistance.

Yet he is determined to prove his worth to his adopted scathe, to his vengeful father and to former US Army officer Randa Thomas, his beautiful, reluctant partner. Randa has little faith that a former member of the vampire elite has what it takes to fight a war. But as their enemies descend upon Omega, Will’s polished charm and Randa’s guarded heart finally give way to the warrior within.

Fans of Susannah Sandlin’s Penton Legacy are sure to devour this long-awaited third installment of the steamy paranormal series.

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Excerpt: OMEGA (Penton Legacy, Book 3) by Susannah Sandlin

Will stopped and scented the air again. There were two vampires nearby; one belonged to the Penton scathe, and one didn’t.
He ignored both vampires and skirted to the back of the street where the burned shell of his house still smelled of smoke and ash after three days. Aligning his position with the oak tree twenty feet behind what was left of his chimney, he paced forty steps into the woods.
A thorny bramble that had been draped over a small, scrubby bush pricked his fingers when he pulled it back. Grasping the trunk of the bush, he eased it from its loose grasp in the soil, exposing the top of a metal box.
The loud click of a cocked pistol preceded the cold press of steel against the back of his head by less than a second.
He inhaled, annoyed. A rookie mistake. He’d gotten so engrossed in his task he’d let someone slip up on him.
Penton scathe.
Freaking Randa.

* * *

Randa grinned, enjoying the disgusted look on Will’s face. “If I were your father, I’d already have the silver spoon back in your mouth, Willy. He’d have you trussed up like a rodeo calf by now, hauling you back to wherever it is he lives when he’s not terrorizing innocent people.”
Will Ludlam was the kind of guy Randa Thomas had hated as a human, and she didn’t like him a bit more as a vampire. Less, in fact. Not only was he a spoiled rich boy, he was now a virtually immortal spoiled rich boy. He had probably been a blue-chip jock in school with a 4.0 GPA and a string of girls trailing his every step.
Plus, he annoyed the hell out of her. The consummate smartass.
“No, if you were my father, you’d have slit my throat—not enough to kill me, but enough to make sure I couldn’t fight back.” His voice was soft, calm. “Then you’d hand me over to your sadistic, freakshow of a second-in-command Shelton, who would play with me until I couldn’t take it anymore. Only when I was good and broken would you return the silver spoon to my mouth.”
Good God, would any father really do that? Will didn’t sound as if he were joking. Randa relaxed her stance for only a split second before the world tilted and she hit the ground, landing on her back with Will stretched out on top of her in a full body press. And he had her gun.
“Damn it.” She pushed against him but it was like pressing on bedrock.
He propped on his elbows and grinned down at her. His hat had fallen off in the scuffle and the moonlight glinted off his hair, making it look silver instead of a naturally streaked blond. And he had dimples, as if God hadn’t already rewarded him with enough in the looks department.
“And if I were my father, you would be dead. Or worse. Believe me, with Matthias, there’s always much worse. Give up?”
She squirmed again, but froze when she realized he was getting turned on by her movements. There was definitely more of him pressing on her than there had been a few seconds earlier.
He laughed, a white glint of teeth in the moonlight. “Oh, don’t stop moving, sweetheart. This is getting more and more interesting.”
Yeah, she could feel exactly how interested he was getting. She felt a very un-vampirelike flush of heat as he wedged a knee between her legs. Damn it. She clenched her teeth at her body’s betrayal—which he’d be able to sense. She hated being a vampire; there was no sense of privacy. “Get. Off. Me. Now.”
Will lowered his head and, damn him, inhaled deeply, with his face pressed against the side of her neck. Her carotid artery also thumped in a very unvampire-like cadence. She waited for the smartass comments to start.
Instead, he lifted his head and looked her in the eye. She could swear his heartbeat sped up, although it was hard to tell over the pounding of her own. Well, this was awkward.
He blinked and opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again.
Well, that was one good thing. Will had been stricken dumb, at least for a moment. It wouldn’t last.

Interview with Susannah Sandlin

B2: Where are you from?
All over the place, but mostly the Southern U.S. I grew up in Alabama; moved to Champaign, Illinois, and worked in Chicago; moved to Houston, Texas; moved to San Diego, California; moved to New Orleans, Louisiana; and now am back in Alabama. My day job career is in university publishing, and there are usually only a handful of writers and editors at each school. So instead of moving up within a school, editors moving up the career ladder tend to change schools—and, thus, cities.

B2: What inspired you to write your first book?
I was living in New Orleans at the time of Hurricane Katrina, and began writing a novel a couple of years afterward as a way of getting rid of my post-traumatic stress—then I got the fiction-writing bug and kept writing! The Katrina story became the novel Royal Street, the first in an urban fantasy series I write under the name Suzanne Johnson.

B2: How do you come up with the titles for your stories?
With the Penton books, I wanted simple, one-word titles that reflected the hero’s journey. In Redemption, Aidan is trying to find forgiveness for some bad decisions he made that hurt people he loved—he believes he needs to find redemption. In Absolution, Mirren believes he must do penance for the horrible things he’s done in his past as a mercenary and executioner—he’s seeking absolution. In Omega, Will has the final endgame of the town of Penton resting on his shoulders. The war will end with him, one way or the other.

B2: What are your current projects?
I’m in the early stages of writing a serial novel that I call a “paranormal romantic thriller”—lots of action in addition to the romantic storyline. It’s still untitled but will be out in late spring or early summer. I’m also working on a novelette that ties into my urban fantasy series.

B2: Do you see writing as a career?
Absolutely. I’m writing for publication, which I guess is the definition of writing as a career. It’s not a hobby or something I do just to entertain myself. I can’t see myself writing anything I didn’t have at least some realistic hope of publishing and finding an audience for.

B2: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Just finding time to write. Between the day job and the marketing and promotion for books when they are released, it’s hard to find hours to sit down and write. So I end up doing most of my writing late at night after working another job all day—it’s not my sharpest time of the day! I also hate writing the first draft. I love revisions and editing, but that first draft is downright painful.

B2: Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
I don’t really have a single favorite. I have favorite authors for different things. JR Ward is brilliant at deep point of view and crafting beautiful, damaged heroes. Jim Butcher and Kim Harrison are great at combining humor with drama and magic. Rick Bragg, a memoirist, has an amazing voice in his work. Stephen King is a master at building tension and suspense.

B2: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
In this series, I tried my hand at multiple point of view characters for the first time (my urban fantasy series is written in first-person). The new book, Omega, has four or five POV characters. So I’ve learned how complicated it is to juggle that many POV characters—so the POV changes with each new chapter or scene, and each character gets enough “page time” yet still lets the hero and heroine carry the story. It’s quite a balancing act.

B2: Where can people find you on the web?
My website is at; my daily book blog, Preternatura, is at I’m also on Facebook and Twitter and Goodreads.

B2: Where can they buy your books?
The three-book Penton Legacy series (Redemption, Absolution, Omega) is available in Kindle, print and audio from Amazon; and in print and audio from B&N, Book Depository, and the usual spots.

About the Author

Susannah Sandlin is the author of paranormal romance set in the Deep South, where there are always things that go bump in the night. A journalist by day, Susannah grew up in Alabama reading the gothic novels of Susan Howatch and the horror fantasy of Stephen King. (Um…it is fantasy, right?) The combination of Howatch and King probably explains a lot. Currently a resident of Auburn, Alabama, Susannah has also lived in Illinois, Texas, California, and Louisiana.





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