New Releases in Paranormal Romance

New Releases in Paranormal Romance

Here are the latest new releases in paranormal romance books by other authors. Enjoy!

Four brothers seek one woman. Mission: revenge. Enjoy the latest paranormal romance by Shelley Munro today. #pnr #pnrbooks #paranormal romance #werewolves #werewolfbooks

Four brothers seek one woman. Mission: revenge.

Read Renee’s Mates by Shelley Munro today.


He needed a mate. She wanted a fling. Enjoy paranormal romance? Check out Icing on His Mate by Michelle Ziegler today! #pnr #pnrbooks #paranormal romance #werewolves #werewolfbooks

He needed a mate. She wanted a fling.

Read Icing On His Mate by Michelle Ziegler today.


Willful witches, supernatural sorcerers, cruel queens, and powerful priestesses fall out of favor and rise to rule in this highly sought-after collection of spellbinding stories!

Grab this multi-author box set including a story from Tanya Dawsontoday!

A newborn witch is hunted for her blood. Two smoking-hot brothers teach her how to survive. Can she unravel their dark secrets? Read Shadow Walker by Anya Cosgrove today! #witchlit #booksaboutwitches #pnr #paranormalromance #paranormalromancebooks

A newborn witch is hunted for her blood. Two smoking-hot brothers teach her how to survive. Can she unravel their dark secrets?

Read Shadow Walker by Anya J. Cosgrove today!

A cut-throat competition. A romance to die for. Grab your copy of Curses and Crowns (Vampires of Crescent Cape Book 1) today! #paranormalromance #pnrbooks #yabooks #yapnr #vampire books

A cut-throat competition.
A romance to die for.

Grab Curses and Crowns by L. Danvers today!

 

FAIRY TROUBLE, SPOTLIGHT ON ANDREA R. COOPER with Azaaa Davis

FAIRY TROUBLE, SPOTLIGHT ON ANDREA R. COOPER

Fairy Trouble, Spotlight on Andrea R. Cooper

 

I would like to turn the spotlight onto fellow writer Andrea R. Cooper! She wrote Fairy Trouble, A Cinderella Retelling, and it’s available now for only $0.99! 

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author-photo-andrea-r-cooperAndrea has always enjoyed creating characters and stories. But it wasn’t until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels. She writes fantasy, paranormal, historical, and romantic suspense. Also, under the pen name, A.R. Cooper, she writes YA Fantasy, and her debut YA series is Shadow Bloodlines.

A happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl), Andrea believes in the power of change, counting each moment as a blessing, and–most importantly–she believes in love.

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What can a fairy godmother-in-training do when Cinderella refuses to go to the ball?

Why, go along in Cinderella’s place of course!

But falling in love with the prince’s brother was never meant to happen. Soon a series of events into motion that will impact not only her career but also her entire life.

The problem is, she doesn’t know if the prince’s brother feels the same about her as she does about him.

And giving up her wings on the chance that he might care about her in return seems reckless and foolish to the usually by-the-book Esmeralda.

Still, becoming human might be the only chance for Esmeralda to reach her own happily ever after.

Check out book 1 in this new series of modern fairy tales that will leave you breathless and craving the next one! >>> click here!

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Urban Fantasy – Thorns & Blood

Urban Fantasy – Thorns & Blood series

by Cheri Winters

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Cheri Winters’ Thorns & Blood – Book 1 is now FREE for a limited time.

EXCERPT:

thornsandbloodbook one..jpg New E (1)Why do the guilty always run? Doesn’t matter if the mark is human, vamp or were or even fae, they all take off as soon as I give my name. Their response should fuel my ego, right? Nope, it just pisses me off. For once, why couldn’t a person acquiesce and let me do my job: turn them into the authorities so I can collect my pay and get on with my life.

I hadn’t finished binge watching Dexter for the third time when this bounty hunting order popped up on my cell. Should’ve known there was more to it than a quick pick up.

My human target dashed into the crowd. Under the rising sun, business people shuffled down the sidewalk in a rush to get to work. A taxi driver had hit another vehicle and both drivers were standing outside their cars, yelling.

Crap, where had the dude fled? If he thought he’d gotten away, he was too late; I’d already thrown a tracking enchantment on him. But I couldn’t risk him discovering it and paying a black arts wizard or witch to break it. Time to move. And I’d worn my heeled boots today thinking a human target, even one with an expensive dollar sign on his head, would be easy.

As I ran, I fingered the baton at my hip. I couldn’t use my dual magic to freeze him with all these civilians in the way. With my luck, if I tried, the humans would turn into ice sculptures and stay that way for weeks.

My boots clicked across the cement as I chased after my mark. He barreled into an old woman, knocking her down, and her bag of groceries scattered across the sidewalk. Apples and a grapefruit tumbled out into the street. Bastard kept running.

“Here, let me help you up.” I paused and held out my hand to the old woman. “Then we’ll get your food.” And I would pick up dude’s trail from the magical tracking spell that had landed on his back. Wasn’t like I didn’t know his crimes. The order was to pick him up for skipping bail and shoplifting. Hardly hardcore stuff, and I should have him bagged, tagged, and delivered before my morning coffee craving hit. Was he too fast a runner to be bagged by the human bounty hunters? Is that why ASH had given me the case and placed a six thousand dollar price tag on him? Should’ve known something was up when I read the order. Too easy – and nothing in my life was ever easy.

“Thank you, sweetie.” The old woman’s eyes widened when I touched her arm, and she began to shake.

What the hell? My magic had siphoned out of me and… into this woman. Why? Had I triggered a wormhole spell that had laid dormant right here all this time? Whatever it was it was draining me like I hadn’t eaten or slept in weeks. I jerked to get away, but my hand wouldn’t budge off her arm. My French manicured nails turned blue. Sparks shot out at our connection. People around us screamed and ran, some ducking into shops and businesses, others jumping into taxis.

The elderly female glanced up at me, the corners of her wrinkled mouth curling upward. “That boy you’re hunting is my nephew.”

“What the fuck are you?” I tried to yank my hand back, but it didn’t move. It felt like I was superglued and sewed to her arm. If I got out of this, it might be useful information for when I tried to apprehend him. Did the dude have any talents like hers? From the neck down, I was a statue. Was she emptying my magic? How?

“A Terin.” She grinned and her teeth were serrated and black. “And after I finish feeding on your power, I’m going to enjoy devouring your flesh and bones.”

Nice. A shiver skated down my back. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d been in over my head. “Crime scene cleanup must be a breeze then.” I swallowed, fighting the urge to close my eyes. Something told me if I did, she’d win, and I wasn’t giving in that easily. My whole life had been a struggle and I wasn’t gonna let some monster get the best of me. Was it a creature like this that had killed my parents? All I knew was I’d come home from high school to find them gone. No trace. No blood. Not even a smidge of a backfired spell.

“Wingetta Meuion,” I said.

She slapped her other hand down on mine. “Not so fast, my little witch.

Double speed, my power flooded forward and into her. I opened my mouth for another spell, but the words stuck in my throat like barnacles. Fuck!

My witch side was useless, along with my wizard power that wouldn’t work without a focal point: a staff, a stick, a wand, or, in my case, the used police baton I’d picked up at a garage sale. If I could reach the thing…

Spots paraded across my vision. I didn’t want to die, but my energy was fading fast. My thoughts turned sluggish. Soon I’d be this ghoul’s dinner.

“Hold it right there!” a voice shouted, but I couldn’t move to see who’d spoken, couldn’t warn them.

“Step away with your hands up.”

Must be a cop and a human one. Anyone else would see her aura slurping up mine. I struggled against the fatigue crashing into me to shout a warning, but I couldn’t even get out a squeak.

“I said, hands up.” The voice came louder this time. Over the Terin’s shoulder, a cop held up a pistol. I seriously doubted that would even leave a scratch on her, but I hoped it would distract her enough if he did fire, for me to throw out a spell and bind the bitch.

She laughed and waved out a hand. Instantly, the guy convulsed. Smoke rose from his body. He screamed. His eyes bulged and his skin changed to a sunburned red. With a bang, his body combusted, leaving fragments of blood and guts steaming on the sidewalk.

Damn, how in the world did she tap into my fire spell? Wait, what else could she do?

Shit, shit, shit! This creature not only absorbed magic, but reused it? And the dead officer had my magical signature all over him. If the Terin didn’t kill me, then ASH-Aligned Supernatural Human task force –would lock me up and throw away the key. Like I didn’t have enough problems.

Rage shimmered across my flesh. I drew into my fading energy, but it slipped through my fingers, like trying to weave spider silk.

I ground my teeth until my jaw cramped. If I could reach the baton, even touch it with my pinkie finger, then I could blast the Terin away from me. It was right there on my hip, an inch at most from my freaking hand. I strained, pulling all the reserves I had left into a central spot on my finger. Move, damn you! Sweat trickled down my spine.

The Terin’s eyes transformed to a crimson color. Not just the iris, but her whole eye. Probably not a good sign.

Come on! I strained to lift my finger, and the nail grazed the baton. Yes. Just a little bit more. My pinkie brushed the cool wood. Yes! I let out a breath and charged the weapon. Or tried to, but my magic didn’t flow into the baton as it should’ve, instead sparks leaped from it and into the Terin.

“Oh, you surprise me little witch.” She grinned, revealing her black jagged teeth and making the Grinch look like Jolly Ol’ Saint Nick. “Or should I say witchard.” She spat the last word like an insult.

Yup, that was me. I was a half-breed of both a witch and a wizard. My magic had been enough to hold my own against paranormal creatures – until now.

But if this Terin was going to end me, I was going to take her to hell with me. I just had to do it without being able to move or use my magic. Otherwise, I’d have to figure out how to haunt her as a ghost.

I couldn’t move my body or use my magic or even kick this bitch to the curb. Wait, I was able to move my head a bit. I reared back as far as I could and slammed my forehead into the side of her head. She blinked as if I had whispered something to her while my skull vibrated from the impact. No way was I giving up, I’d give myself a concussion before I stopped fighting. Again, I smashed into her, making stars zip past my vision. At least this way, she wouldn’t be able to kill me… I was doing a damn fine job of that myself.

A siren sounded in the distance, but ASH would be too late. Already, my life essence was trickling away from me. My breaths and pulse crawled from one to another. I screamed inside my head as a burning pain feeling like lava coursed through my body and melted my bones.

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Why representation matters

Sigils and Spells: A Limited Edition Urban Fantasy Collection

Why representation matters

When I was a kid, I didn’t care about diversity. Just playing. If you were a kid and nice, then you were my friend. Only a person’s name and their character was what was important to me, not their race. Other kids called me names, because of my friends, and threw rocks at me and them. But a true person reveals their heart by their actions and words, not the color of their skin.

As an adult, I watched TV shows like The Cosby Show, Living Single, It’s a Different World, Fresh Prince, Martin, and many, many more. I loved them because they were funny and had good plots and dialogue. Now I watch Luke Cage, Queen Sugar, Shots Fired, and others.

I wept when I read the book, The Help and The Invention of Wings and The Secret Life of Bees.

In my own writing, I try to write diverse characters. But even then, I feel like I fell short of reality and painting my worlds in the vast array of wonder.  I beta read for other authors and came across an interesting historical western romance. But as I read, something occurred to me: there were only white people in the story. This was in the Nineteenth century. When I mentioned this to the author, she didn’t respond. However, I can assume she realized it was true because her second book after that one she sent me to critique had two diverse main characters. Sometimes, I don’t think we realize that we, as authors, are showing the reality of our diverse world.

I had an idea for a new Urban Fantasy series with a sidekick who was not white. Then I thought, why stop there? Why not have the ‘sidekick’ have her own story, her own adventures?

blood lust.jpg ebookSo I wrote Book 2, Thorns & Blood series, featuring a  dhampir (half-vampire/ half-human) woman who hunts rogue vampires for a living. She’s has both African American and Native American heritage.

Being diverse, to me, means a more wonderful world full of amazing people who are like everyone else. Wanting and needing love and acceptance. I have friends of all nationalities and genealogy so why can’t fiction and movies and shows reflect that?

Not everyone feels this way.

“”Star Trek: Discovery,” the latest entry in the “Star Trek” universe, features two women of color – Michelle Yeoh as the starship captain and Sonequa Martin-Green as her first officer.” 1 However, fans were in an uproar that the two main characters were: 1) not white and 2) not male.

What??? Star Trek is based on aliens and space and the future. Is the future going to remain white men rule everything? Maybe a woman captain would be a good thing. In Alien: Covenant, having Janet “Danny” Daniels as their leader might have saved all their lives if she’d been in charge from the beginning.

What about you? Does diversity and representation matter to you?

#diversitymatters #representationmatters

Today, help support diversity and representation, and grab your copy of this great set of full-length stories before it’s gone!

 

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