The Printed Fox: giveaways
Showing posts with label giveaways. Show all posts
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Monday, August 12, 2013

Devil's Bitch blog tour!

Hello, my lovelies!

The blog tour for the release of DEVIL'S BITCH is in full swing, starting today over at Bunny's Review, so stop by and say hello!

If you're eager for a review, you can check out this amazing review Devil's Bitch has already received. 5 stars right out of the gate!

BOOYA!

Available at:

Amazon (Kindle) | Amazon (Print) | ARe | Naughty Nights Press | Smashwords | Kobo


Also, Crystal over at Crystal's Many Reviews will be reviewing Devil's Bitch, as well, on August 16. So check back to see how she liked it!

For all of you participating in the blog tour, I'm giving away two copies of my first book, Of Hallowed Fiends and Darkest Fortune.

Enter the contest at each participating stop for a chance to win one (1) of two (2) eBook copies of "Of Hallowed Fiends and Darkest Fortune" from me. Contest is tour-wide, open internationally ends Aug 24. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.

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For a list of all of the blogs on the tour, go to Coffee Beans and Love Scenes.

Good luck, and have fun!

Ciao!









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Thursday, June 27, 2013

A naughty little blog hop

WELCOME TO THE NAUGHTY NIGHTS BLOG HOP and Kindle Fire Plus A Book-A-Day Gift Giveaway!

 NNP wishes to extend a warm welcome to all "hoppers" and we thank you for joining us in celebrating our
TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY!

For those who may not know, Naughty Nights Press (NNP)  has chosen to host the Naughty Nights Blog Hop from June 27th through July 3rd, 2013 as our way of  celebrating our second year anniversary. 

We wanted a way to engage readers, writers and bloggers in our merriment time for this completion, of what we feel is one more of many expected milestones for NNP and our loyal readers and writers.

That, folks, is straight from the NNP blog, home of the amazing Kindle Fire + A Book-A-Day Giveaway! And I don't know about you, but I would freakin' love a Kindle Fire, so hells yes I'm going to be joining, too!

You might've already seen me mention it on Facebook, or tweeting about it earlier.

I'll be giving away a copy of Naughty Hot Shots - Double Shot - A D/s Duo Fantasy Story in which one of my shorts is featured. And honestly, I'd include an excerpt, but it's too hot for my own blog!

However, I can give you an excerpt of my short story "How Do You Say 'All Over Me' in Español?" in the newest anthology Campus Sexploits 4: Foreign Exchange Students, available now at NNP! I think --but I'm not sure-- it might be included in the Book-A-Day Giveaway.

So have fun! And if you just can't wait, go ahead and grab it for yourself. You won't be sorry!

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My hand was shaking. God, if someone walked in right now, I would so lose my job. I tore my hand away and put it behind my back, rubbing the back of my wrist on my clothes to try and erase the sensation of his finger tickling my skin. All it did was send that shiver straight up my spine, and I shivered.

“What–” I mean, is there–? Can I, um, help you with anything?” I tilted my head and smiled, trying to be casual and failing miserably. I took an awkward couple of steps away and almost fell over Dicks' podium.

He was staring at me, and I would've bet money he was wondering exactly what kind of freak I was. “I want to buy dinner. You have hunger, no? All day you have no left this room.”

My eyes kind of bugged out at that. “You were watching?” My voice cracked there at the end.

He laughed and stepped closer. I swallowed hard. “Is not hard, no? All my clases are in this building today, and I don't see you.” He took a step closer.

What is it about those hot guys that make us look like total asses? I'm usually so fucking cool around people! My heart was bungee jumping with my uvula, and I coughed. “I really should finish working. Maybe another time?” I was dead certain someone was going to walk in on us, and the paranoia was killing me.

He took my hand, smiling. The tip of his middle finger caressed the length of my palm and I almost slumped against the podium. My knees were jelly. “Está bien. Sueños dulces, Yolanda.”

It's not until Eliseo was out of sight that I breathed a huge sigh and slumped into the chair. God, he was just way too damn hot for my own good. But if any of my dreams were of him, they'd be sweet dreams, indeed. Just like he said.
-=[~]=-




Come and join the bloghopping fun! I promise: you won't regret it!

Ciao!








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Monday, May 6, 2013

Who's Your Wicked Lover Giveaway

It's time for the Who's Your Wicked Lover Giveaway Bloghop!

There are some really fun things going on with this giveaway. The Grand Prize is a Kindle Fire HD 7" for one random, lucky commenter (see Rafflecopter below).

So who's your favorite book hero? Do you have a favorite in the Wicked Lovers series?  I've personally never read the series, even though it's on my to-read list, and I'm sure I'm not the only one with a to-read list that'd take me clear into 2016 even if I read a book a day...

I'm not sure I have a favorite book hero, to be honest. There are so many whom I love for different qualities. Honestly, though, even though it's not a romance, I would have to say that Peeta Mellark from the Hunger Games trilogy would have to be the one I'd pick, if I had to pick one. Why? Because his love is utterly accepting and unconditional. He harbors no illusions about Katniss, nor does he expect anything in return. So many heroes would be resentful and start treating her badly because she didn't return his feelings at first, and that childish male tantrum gets old, y'know? He just goes right on loving her, warts and all, and is realistic about his role in the greater scheme of things.

However, he also drastically underestimates his role in Katniss' life, which is such a humble thing to do. Wise and humble. I suppose that's what I'd take from him.

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Ours to Love

Wicked Lovers, Book 7

Between two brothers…
Xander Santiago spent years living it up as a billionaire playboy. Never given a chance to lead his family business in the boardroom, he became a Master in the bedroom instead. His older brother inherited the company and worked tirelessly to make it an empire. But while the cutthroat corporate espionage took its toll on Javier, nothing was as devastating as the seemingly senseless murder of his wife. It propelled him into a year of punishing rage and guilt…until Xander came to his rescue.

Comes an irresistible woman …
Eager to rejuvenate Javier’s life, Xander shanghais him to Louisiana where they meet the beautiful London McLane. After surviving a decade of tragedy and struggle, London is determined to make a fresh start—and these sexy billionaire brothers are more than willing to help. In every way. And London is stunned to find herself open to every heated suggestion…and desperately hoping that her love will heal them.

And inescapable danger …
But a killer with a hidden motive is watching, on a single-minded mission to destroy everything the Santiago brothers hold dear, especially London. And as fear and desire collide, every passionate beat of her heart could be her last.

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See? Who wouldn't want this on their to-read list? There's a virtual signing going on for this book as well as the first book of the series. You can find it here.


I'm also giving away a $10 gift card to Naughty Nights Press to one lucky winner. Just tell me in the comments who your favorite romance book hero is, and why. The giveaway runs from May 7 to May 12, and I'll announce my winner before the 15th.  So good luck, and have fun hopping!


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Monday, March 25, 2013

Book Spotlight: Fatal Promise by Kelly Gendron

Fatal Promise by Kelly Gendron

When Rainey Ann McKenna's dying husband asked her always to be there for his brother, Tex McCoy, she had no idea that five years later her promise would bring a murderer into her home. According to the conditions of his release, for the next three months Tex will be on house arrest. Obligated by a promise, Rainey Ann takes the gorgeous but dangerous felon in.

Tex McCoy may have gone to jail for murder, but after a decade of being incarcerated, he too is dead inside. Resurrecting any of Tex's feelings—including the ones he once had for Rainey Ann McKenna—could be fatal. In jail, he fantasized about Rainey Ann. Behind steel bars it was acceptable to think of her in such a way, but in the real world, it's dangerous.

Yet as desire awakens, Rainey Ann’s threat heightens. After years of being locked up, Tex is ready to reclaim some control, and his fantasy woman is only a touch away.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including BDSM) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers
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About the Author

Writing, what other way is there to describe it—it's Kelly's conviction. After working in the human health field profession for nearly two decades, Kelly's aware of how deficient many people's daily lives are of true human connection. Through her writing, she strives to reconnect readers with those all-too-rare feelings of unquenchable desire, heated passion, and splendid euphoria. The recipe for the men in her stories: dark and mysterious, strong and confident and, of course, besides magnificent bodies, and shameless aptitudes, they must have a heart you want to rip out of the pages (or your e-Reader) and take to bed with you at night.


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But being left alone with Tex McCoy, the murderer, she found it difficult to summon her characteristic stubbornness. She glanced up at him and saw him gazing out the window. With him filling it, her normally decent-sized kitchen suddenly appeared small. It seemed to shrink even more when his eyes slithered from the window to her—so much so that it seemed to become devoid of oxygen, and her breath caught in her throat. He took a step toward her. At that point, her breathing seized altogether. His hand came out, nearing her face. Or was he going for her throat? She panicked and gasped for air as if his hands were already around her neck and squeezing. Was he going to…strangle her? She slapped his hand away. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

He shoved his hand into the pocket of his jeans. His eyes, if at all possible, became darker, almost black, but his expression remained impassive. “You have dirt on your face,” he said flatly and remotely, as if he’d expected her impulsive reaction.

“Oh.” Her hand went to her cheek, the one he had planned to innocently wipe off for her. She rubbed it, wondering if she’d overacted. What was she going to do when he freely walked around her house, took a shower in her bathroom, or slept in the bedroom below hers? Was she going to jump with every step he took? Was she going to lay awake all night? And the shower—her shower. Rainey decided thinking about Tex McCoy naked in the shower wasn’t a good idea. He was a killer. But he already served his time, right? Was he…reformed? Wait, was she really trying to rationalize here? It was manslaughter, not murder, right? And he did claim self-defense. Right. Then why’d he brutally stab Curtis Watson multiple times?

The questions swarming through Rainey’s head were undoubtedly the same questions the jury had asked. Their answer to that question had earned Tex the maximum sentence of fifteen years. The unanswered question that remained was why Tex McCoy and Curtis Watson, a hired hand who’d worked at the McCoy ranch three years prior to the murder, had gotten into a brawl outside of the bar in the first place, the scuffle that eventually led to Curtis’s death.

For the sake of her son, Rainey had to believe Tex was reformed. She had to trust he had no other choice and that he had a damn good reason for killing Curtis Watson.

“Uh, I’ll show you to your room,” she said, diverting her eyes from his so she could start down the hallway. She couldn’t hear him behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. He was right there, near and looming, with all the prowess and silent pursuit of some sly, predatory panther. Her heart slammed into her chest wall. She straightened her back, valiantly suffering through another panic attack. When she reached the spare bedroom, she opened the door and walked in. “This used to be my grandmother’s room. Nobody’s stayed in here since she died, but it has a queen-sized bed, an empty dresser…” She stopped and turned, practically bumping into him. Swallowing her insistent fear, she took a step back.

“You do have clothes, don’t you? I, um…well, I don’t see any luggage or a duffle bag.”

“Yeah, I have clothes,” he said and moved forward, recapturing the distance she’d intentionally placed between them. “My things will be dropped off later.”

“Oh,” she breathed, backpedaling until she hit the wall. “Good.” Her body went still. He was standing just inches from her. He wasn’t touching her, but she felt pinned against the wall just the same.

He lifted his hands and placed them alongside her head, resting them on the wall. Now, she was literally pinned. His eyes drifted to her mouth, and every nerve trembled from the inside out. She wanted to run. Her breathing seized, and her heart had stopped midbeat. Fear was winning.

He leaned forward, and his dark lashes lifted until his eyes met hers. “You look scared,” he said, in a voice so low, ominous, and deep that it shook her insides.

She stood there, speechless.

Ever so slightly, like his menacing approach, his lip curled up. “That’s good,” he said, swaying
dangerously closer. “You should be, Rainey Ann.” His eyes ran over her face. “In fact, you’d better take that fear and hold it real close.”

His hand came from the wall, dark lashes lowering once more. He gazed at her lips. They were quivering, but at that moment, Rainey couldn’t have cared less if he saw it. She was terrified. Warm fingers scraped her shoulder, slithered up her nape, and gripped around her neck. His fingers indented her skin, and being strangled came back to mind.

“Or,” he said, tilting in toward her ear, their bodies bordering lethal contact, “you could give in to that fear right now and scream.”



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Monday, March 18, 2013

Book Spotlight | Remember the Stars by Natalie-Nicole Bates

Remember the Stars by Natalie-Nicole Bates

Waking up in the gutter, for Leah Rhodes, life as she knows it has just changed forever. In the dark surroundings of her distant past, a familiar man stands out in the confusion. But Remy Moreland has been dead for years. It soon becomes apparent to Leah that both she and Remy are trapped in a hell of their own making. Can one night together not only lead to the way out, but to love, as well?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.




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“Remy,” she said his name. Where did she know that name from? It wasn’t common. Think, Leah, think. Then it hit her—hard.

She remembered exactly who Remy Moreland was.

He was in the newspaper years earlier. Her mother had shown her a copy. Remy Moreland was involved in a fatal street race. His Porsche had been split in two, killing him and a young woman in another car.

Remy Moreland was dead.

But if he was dead, what was he doing here, alive, and with her?

Sweat broke out on the back of her neck and her vision clouded. This was someone’s idea of an evil, evil joke. She had to get out. She had to find her way home.

Standing, she grabbed the edge of the deck for support. “I have to get out of here,” she mumbled and stumbled her way around the desk.

He grabbed her around the waist. “You can’t go back out there. It’s dangerous.”

She sunk her open palms against his chest and struggled to get out of his grip. “Get off of me, you malevolent freak! You’re dead! You’ve been dead for years!” she blurted.

Immediately, he let go and jumped back from her as if he had been stung.

“What are you talking about? He demanded.

She backed away, ready to make a run for the front door. But the confused mix of anger and disbelief in his contorted expression stopped her.

How could he not know he was dead?

“It was years ago, Remy. You had an accident. It was in the newspaper.”

He tilted his head, his blue eyes huge. “Do I look dead to you?”

Well, he was pale, his blue eyes ethereal. She hesitated, and then spoke. “Now that you mention it…”

“You bitch!” he snapped.

The force of his voice caused her to flinch and she raised her fingers to her throbbing temples. All she wanted at that moment was to get out of this man’s sight and find her way home.

“I’m not dead,” he stated ominously.

“Okay, you’re not dead,” she conceded as she rubbed circles on her temples.

He took a step closer. “As a matter of fact, right now I am languishing across town in a nursing home. I eat through a tube in my belly and piss into a catheter bag. I remain nothing but an emaciated, contorted version of the man I once was.”

She closed her eyes. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. None of this was real.

When she opened her eyes, he was in front of her, a macabre grin creasing his handsome features. He lifted a brow. “So, what did you do?”

“Do? What are you talking about?”

“To get here. You know my situation, so what’s yours?”

He wasn’t making any sense. She turned away from him, left the office and began to walk the long hallway to the front door, but he followed her closely.

“Let me guess,” he provoked. “You look like a murder-suicide kind of girl. You’re not wearing a wedding ring, so I’m assuming you shot your boyfriend in the head and then offed yourself in some spectacular way—like jumping off a balcony and splattering on the ground. How could you have known you would wind up here?” he chuckled unpleasantly.

She stopped cold. How could he say such a horrible thing? She turned back to him only to find him mere inches from her. “You’re horrible. You don’t even know me, but you’ve resorted to participating in some sort of evil joke on me. I just want to go home…or wake up.”

“Your life as you know it is over, Leah.”

“What are saying, Remy? That I’m dead?”

“You’re not dead…not quite. This is limbo…purgatory…the first circle of Hell. The most wretched place on earth where you are sent to atone for your sins.”

-=[~]=-


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About the Author

Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author. Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia. She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.

Connect with Natalie-Nicole Bates
Blog: http://www.natalienicolebates.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BatesNatalie
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/natalienicole.bates
YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/natalienicolebates

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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Spotlight: Urban Renewal by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Urban Renewal by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Movie star Mercedes Montague has it all – the fame, the fortune, and the glittering celebrity lifestyle.  But she lost herself somewhere along the way. On a publicity tour for her next movie she realizes she’s just fifty miles from her hometown.  Mercedes – real name Marie Dillard – decides to bolt and go home to see if she can find what’s left of herself.   Hiding away in her grandparents’ old home in a working class neighborhood she’s haunted by memories and reminders of her first and only love, Joe Shelby.

 Marie’s stunned when Joe shows up at her door.  Passion kindles between them from the first moment their eyes meet but she won’t let it consume her unless it’s going to include a lasting love. As they renew their relationship, Marie and Joe face many struggles.

Can a movie star return to reality or is love just a distant dream?



Dying for a glimpse? Check out this sweet excerpt, and tell me you're not excited!

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As Mercedes Montague she’d locked lips with most of Hollywood’s leading actors, the stars who incited lust in every woman across America from pre-teens to great-grandmas.  More than a handful found their way into her bed and onto her expensive silk sheets for intimate encounters yielding physical release but nothing more.  Sex turned into a celebrity rodeo as each man tried to prove his talents, to top the others and although maybe Mercedes liked it, Marie loathed it.  She hated the lack of any real emotion, any passion beyond the need for another body in the lonely night and the few times she felt a spark with someone always faded fast with morning light.

Joe brought back expectations long forgotten and evoked desire with such depth Marie sank into it as it sucked her down like quicksand.  She should fight it but couldn’t and didn’t even want to struggle against it.  Her fingers clawed against his plaid flannel shirt as he tightened his grasp on her, his tongue darting into her mouth like an exploring snake.  New waves of pleasure brought intense delight and Marie leaned against him so her weak knees wouldn’t dump her onto the floor.

His mouth stirred the ashes of their past and restored dozens of memories, brought back the memory of other kisses just as sweet.  Whatever emotions they once claimed, all the old bonds connecting them renewed as power roared to life between them.   Marie never knew how long it lasted and she never thought of anything but Joe within the same span.  Her world shrunk to this, to his mouth and hers, connected.  Driving in St. Joe yesterday she thought she came home but she hadn’t, not until now.

If Joe wanted to take her upstairs, he could and if he decided to have her on the floor between Ma’s living room and dining room, Marie wouldn’t resist.  Instead, he pulled back and put her at arm’s length.  “See?” he said as a tiny smile flirted with his mouth. “The way I feel about you hasn’t changed, Marie.  You still make me crazy.”

“Crazy good or certifiably insane?” she asked, happiness bubbling up from within like a wet weather spring.

Joe chuckled. “Crazy good, I think. Hell, I don’t even know you now and you don’t know me but I’d like to get reacquainted.  What do you say?”

His request blindsided her.  When she walked away from her celebrity life, she didn’t expect to even see Joe but Marie wanted to spend more time with her first love.  “I’d like to, Joe, very much.”

“Good,” Joe said.  His blue eyes shimmered now, reminding her of placid lake waters touched with sunshine. “I can’t stay now.  Would you like to go out for dinner tonight?”

“Yes,” Marie said. “It may sound like an excuse but I don’t have a thing to wear but I can get something.  What time?”

“Is six too early?” Joe asked. “I figure you’re still on California time but by six, the kid’ll have come and gone so he won’t wonder where I’m at, not that he would.”

Her floating happiness threatened to nose dive into despair. “Kid? Are you married?”

Joe shook his head. “I was but she’s dead.  The kid’s my step-son.  Trust me, he’s a problem child but I’m all he’s got.  Six okay?”

Marie made a quick time calculation and sneaked a glance at the clock.  “Six thirty would be better,” she said.

“All right,” Joe said. “I’ll pick you up then.  Be prepared – I’d like to hear the long version, Marie.”

“Sure,” she said. And I want to hear the story of your life, she thought but didn’t dare speak it aloud, everything you’ve done, about your wife, and why you’re not in the Army. “I’ll be ready.”

About the Author

Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy writes romance about everyday people often caught up in extraordinary circumstances.  Her titles range from contemporary to historical to time travel and sometimes stray into the paranormal.  She is a native of the historic city of St. Joseph, Missouri, a jumping off spot for countless wagon trains in the days of the old west and where outlaw Jesse James met his death.  She now lives in a small Ozark town in what passes for the suburbs.  As a member of Romance Writers of America, Missouri Writers Guild, and the Ozark Writers League, Lee Ann pens a weekly column for the local newspaper.  She has served on the local library board and arts council.  As a member of the Rebel Elite team, her upcoming releases will shift to exclusive Rebel in 2013.  Lee Ann is also one of the short list of Rebel authors named Best of 2012.  She was also among the Best of 2011. She’s married with three children and one spoiled Jack Russell terrier.


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Connect with Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
Email: leeannwriter@gmail.com
Website: http://leeannsontheimermurphywriterauthor.blogpspot.com
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Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/leeannwriter
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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Lee-Ann-Sontheimer-Murphy/e/B004JPBM6I
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/list/4543214.Lee_Ann_Sontheimer_Murphy

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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Spotlight and Review: Gone by Barb Han

Gone by Barb Han

How far would you go to find a child that never existed?

Elizabeth Walker awakens in a mental institution, the aftermath of a nightmare in her veins. All she can think of is saving a little boy—her son. But the orderlies who rush in and jab her with needles assure her she has no son. So does her mother, who demands her doctors keep her calm and prevent her from these troubling delusions. But Elizabeth’s nightmares are so real, and her arms still feel the memory of holding her son. And her instincts tell her to trust no one. Her child is gone. Her memories are gone. Everything is just…gone.

Ex-military medic David Kerrigan will never stop blaming himself for the childhood tragedy that took his younger sister’s life. Working on assignment at the facility, he’s drawn to Elizabeth, and he’s not sure that everything about her case is on the up and up. David knows full well he can’t change the past, but what if he can save this one person? And maybe helping Elizabeth might just save them both…

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

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If memories were liquids, then Elizabeth Walker’s would be blood. Not warm, life-giving, tissue-bathing blood, but cold, coagulated, dried up, and stepped-over-on-the-sidewalk blood.

Memories weren’t liquids.

They were more like fireflies blinking in the dark, daring to be caught, disappearing a moment before they could be reached. And the only liquid left in Elizabeth’s body was a few unshed tears. They hardly ever fell now. Even they seemed to be drying up on her.

Nightmare or not, she would claw her way through any level of consciousness to save the boy. The last ounce of breath she drew from her lungs burst out as a scream, leaving her choking and gasping for air.

The sense of urgency to save him, to do something, burned frustrated holes through the bottoms of her feet—feet that did not touch pavement no matter how fast she moved.

She had to do something. But what?

She calculated the likelihood of reaching him and came up short. He was far. No way could she reach him in time. Yet waiting, doing nothing, wasn’t an option either. Protective instinct propelled her legs forward, and damn the odds.

“Somebody. Help.” She pushed herself from the dream.

She dug her fingers into her mattress, discharging a crush of bleach into her hyperventilated nostrils.

A drowning sensation filled her lungs. She clenched her chest muscles. She gasped, struggling for oxygen.

A door slamming against a wall made her sit bolt upright. Two bulky men in blue scrubs burst into the room.

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I must admit, it's been a very long time since a book grabbed me, held me prisoner, and had me emotionally invested on the first page. Gone by Barb Han did just that. I was incensed at the way Elizabeth was treated, and almost comically frustrated by the universal refusal she met when she asked anyone but David Kerrigan for help.

Barb Han's writing is gripping, and beautifully executed. There were a few times when I just had to re-read a sentence because it was so perfect, or poignant. Elizabeth is so genuine, and so determined! It's so enjoyable to read female characters that listen to and trust their intuition. Marry that with a mother's infinite drive to protect her child no matter the cost, and you have a strong, kickass woman who pulls herself out of the drug-induced fog she's been forced to endure and fights back.

David Kerrigan is just lovely. I know that sounds trite, but bear with me. He's a gorgeous male, a bit tormented, a medic recently out of the military, and trying to figure out where he fits. Or even if he fits anywhere. With everything stacked against him in the situation regarding helping Elizabeth, he does what just about any of us could do, but the difference? He takes responsibility for it! Even when he really didn't have any sane choice, he still accepts it was his choice, and he makes up for it.

June Walker. Holy moly. Talk about guano loco! She was written just as wonderfully as all the others, but what I really would have wanted to know was what she had that gave her so much power over people. Without giving any spoilers, I want to know what was it about her? Particularly regarding one character, who had every bit as much influence and resources as June did, if not more, why did June instill such fear? And Elizabeth's doctor, Dr. Madrigano. Why was June allowed to call all the shots to the point of Madrigano risking her career? What was it about June Walker that she could do this?

I must admit, if you're easily frustrated, you might find yourself dying to flip ahead and find out what happens. But I admit, I'm one of those that flips to the last chapter in a mystery. I will definitely be reading this one again, if only to enjoy the experience of reading it! The first time around, I was so into this book that I was reading as fast as I could to find out what happens next. Ms. Han definitely does tension and suspense well! And I don't handle it so well, lol.

Five stars, and a must-read!

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 About the Author

Barb Han lives in North Texas with her husband, has three beautiful children, a spunky Golden Retriever/Standard Poodle mix, and too many books to count.

When she's not writing, researching, or otherwise getting lost in a story, she volunteers at her children's school, is in the kitchen 'creating' dinner, or can be found on or around a basketball court.

Writing contemporary romance and romantic suspense has been a dream come true for Barb--something she's wanted to do for as long as she can remember. She left her corporate job, at her husband's urging, and has been happily playing with imaginary friends ever since.

Learn more about her latest releases at http://www.barbhan.com and don't forget to say hi. She loves hearing from readers.

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Author Interview with Chacelyn Pierce

Hello, everyone!

Please welcome Chacelyn Pierce to The Printed Fox! I would like to thank her for taking the time to visit and as she promotes her latest release The Last Pyr of Eden (Hearts of Eden #1). To celebrate, she's also hosting a giveaway! Yay! We love giveaways!

So what's the prize? 2 eBook copies of "The Last Pyr of Eden (Hearts of Eden #1). The contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Mar 16.

 Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.

So let's get to the interview! Ms. Pierce was kind enough to let us get to know her a little better. We all want to know more about the creative mind behind great stories like The Last Pyr of Eden.

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What’s your name and where do you come from?
Chacelyn Pierce and I hail from Dallas, TX

Tell us a bit about your latest release.
The pages of The Last Pyr of Eden come complete with vampiric Daemons, a forbidden love between elementals, a nearly extinct fire elemental race, and of course, a shapeshifting dragon. The Last Pyr of Eden has that and more, it is one of my most prized works that focuses on two individuals working together to stop the degrading of their species as a whole. Of course while falling for each other.

That sounds amazing, and I can't wait to get my hands on it! So when you're writing awesome stories like this, how do you go about creating the perfect "Swoon" worthy man?
Lots and lots of photos. I am a Tumblr addict and most of my male inspiration comes from there.

Ah yes. There's definitely a lot of eye candy out there to be found! *grin* When looking at all that wonderful man candy, getting ideas, what trait do you find the sexiest?
Eyes, I've always had a thing for bright, piercing eyes of unique shades.

What do you do to get in the mood for writing love scenes? Candles, music etc?
Wine, music, and muse-stimulating photos or spicy videos.

What do you do when you’re not writing?
Either working as a part-time groomer or creating something artistic in photoshop.

A groomer, really? I'm a groomer, too! lol Seriously. I've been grooming dogs since I was 18.  =)

If you couldn’t be an author, and weren't grooming, what would your ideal career be?
Egyptologist 

Very cool!

When did you start to write?
Officially in 2009, though I had been dabbling in journalism, poetry, and short non-fiction stories all through high school.

What writer, if any, influenced how you write?
There are so many but my top three have to be Laurell K. Hamilton, Jim Butcher, and J.R. Ward. Laurell and Jim got the ball rolling, it was J.R. that kept me at it.

What are your favorite types of heroines? Do you like the damsel in distress who needs saving or the kick-ass variety? Why?
I love the kick-ass heroine. I like the chick that can go out and make the whole book about herself. As a fan of urban fantasy books, I tend to think the sassy heroine is the main thing that keeps me interested in the story.


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 Thank you so much, Ms. Pierce! That was certainly fun getting to know you better, and we love the ass-kicking heroines here, too! Some of your answers were quite interesting! *wink*

About the Author
A rocker by heart, Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy tunes blaring to stir up the phantom personalities that swarm her mind. It’s no surprise that she enjoys writing and reading to satiate her appetite for the male antagonist in a story. Married to a blatant redhead and mothering a diva, there is never a dull moment in the house. As a native Texan, she doesn't personally own a horse but follows the unwritten southern rule of knowing how to ride one. When she’s not testing the emotional capacity of her characters, she works part time as a dog groomer. For more information about Chacelyn and her books, visit her website at http://www.chacelynpierce.com.




The Last Pyr of Eden (Hearts of Eden #1)
Outside the protected gates of Eden, ancient enemies lurk in waiting to drain elementals of all their power.

For eons, the four elementals have bled their nourishing blood to sustain life for superior spirit elementals known as Daemons. No race has suffered in despair as critically as the fire elementals—the Pyr. Their numbers dwindled down so miserably, that Raynor is the last known warrior of the race, living on a faint hope that there is more of his kind between both worlds. He ventures out constantly searching for elementals to save from enslavement. In reality, he searches for a female to bond with. After a yearlong trip away from Eden—an elemental settlement hidden deep in the woods—he is immediately confronted by the enchanting Sylph, Samira. She ignites desires and emotions in him that he considered long dead and nearly destroyed like his people. Indulging in his erotic cravings with Samira can be a daring game to play, because elementals have never intermingled in all recorded history.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers.

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