Monday, February 29, 2016

#FreeRead Battle of the Undead: Prequel - Traitors Gate by Nicky Peacock @EvernightTeen @nickyp_author


Battle of the Undead: prequel 
Only time will tell who the traitors really are…
Sixteen-year-old Lucinda is getting the home-coming from hell. England is in the grip of the War of the Roses and her tyrant father has promised her hand to a vile man three times her age. In need of aid, she seeks sanctuary with an old childhood friend only to find him accused of treachery and harboring a supernatural secret. All too soon Lucinda is caught in a fight that’s not her own but, to be with the man she loves, she’ll gladly take up arms. 
When you stand at Traitors’ Gate, keep the vampires close, and the zombies as far away as possible!
14+ due to violence and adult situations

Bad Blood (Battle of the Undead, 1)  
Battle of the Undead, 1 “I am Britannia. I am your protector. I will fend off the hungry hordes of undead hands that reach toward you. I am your steadfast defender. I will stand between you and the zombie masses as they try to taste your flesh. I am strong, unyielding, and dedicated to your survival. All I ask from you… is your blood.” A 500 year bloody game of vengeance will need to be put on hold if vampires are to survive the zombie uprising. Bitter enemies, Britannia and Nicholas must work together to save un-infected humans, delivering them to a stronghold in Scotland. Unable to drink the zombie blood, vampires need humans to stay alive. But will they tell the survivors who they are, and what they want from them? Will Britannia be able to hold back her vengeance? Is survivor Josh the reincarnation of Britannia’s murdered true love? And can she bring herself to deliver him to the safe hold? Survival instincts run deep, but bad blood can run deeper. 14+ for violence and adult situations
Bad Timing (Battle of the Undead, 2) 
Battle of the Undead, 2 “You know now that monsters are real. Whether they have recently risen to reach for your flesh, or have chosen now to step from the shadows; you are surrounded by them. You also know that I am one too, but I’m all you’ve got and time is running out…” There’s no rest for the wicked, especially in a zombie apocalypse. Britannia has used every vampire skill at her disposal to keep those she cares for safe, but with old enemies and unseen adversaries moving against her, she will have to push herself to both her physical and ethical limits to survive. Britannia is changing, but will it be for the better?  14+ due to violence and adult situations Please note this is the second book in a series that should be read in order.
Excerpt:
I rush into the dining room like the wind on a stormy night, gaining a withering look from Mistress. Black who is seated at the table along with my father and a strange man.
“And this is Lucinda,” my father says pointing at me. The man next to him gets up and smiles at me. He bows slightly and takes my hand in a sweaty grip. He drags his moist lips over my palm in what I assume is a romantic gesture. I look over at father, who doesn’t seem to care. 
“This is Lord Appleby. He has a large estate in Dorset.”
“Dorset? My, that’s quite some way away.” I try to smile at him, but fail miserably.
“Yes, you’ll love it there.” Lord Appleby sits back down to the right of my father and Ms. Black physically moves me to the seat across from him. 
Lord Appleby is painfully thin with almost black eyes and a complexion like a cooked frog. I imagine him putting his arms around me, and I shiver; it would be like being enclosed by a sallow fleshy girdle.
The dinner slowly marches through seven courses, every one of my favorites from Mistress. Leighton’s repertoire, but each plate is tainted by the obvious conclusion to my homecoming: my father has sold me and didn’t even have the decency to tell me beforehand. I’m to become Lady Lucinda Appleby, the sixteen year old wife to a forty year old man who eats with his mouth open and, as he’d gotten drunker through the evening, and has become more and more leery, regardless of Mistress. Black or my father’s presence.
The moment I finish chewing the last piece of the cheese and bread, I stand up.
“I’m tired from my journey, so I will bid you goodnight, father, Lord Appleby, Ms. Black.” I nod to each of them and turn to leave.
“Wait,” my father says, “Lord Appleby would like a turn around the garden with you.”
I glance toward the window. It must be at least ten o’clock and is pitch black outside.
“Now?” I ask.
My father narrows his eyes at me.
“Oh please, yes. I so love a garden at night.” Lord Appleby jumps to his feet and moves to my side. He’s protecting me. Have I misjudged him? I take his arm and we head into the garden.
Outside, the chill of the night air pinches at my bare arms. I look at Lord Appleby in his lovely warm cloak, but he makes no move to offer it to me in any kind of gentlemanly gesture.   
“And these are the white roses,” I say. “My father planted them for my mother.” I linger at the small patch of buds that I remembered as being much bigger, fuller, and more fragrant. 
“Ah yes, we are all white roses here,” he says with an exaggerated wink. He’s referring to the House of York. A war has been raging for quite some time between the white rose of York and the red rose of Lancaster, each backing a different king for the throne of England. 
We make strained small talk for a while longer as we walk farther away from the lights of the house. Suddenly he stops and grabs my elbow, spinning me round so my body is flush against his.
“I do hope you are amenable to this arrangement, Lucinda,” he says.
I try to pull back, but he’s stronger than he looks and holds me firm. “Please let me go.”
I look up into his eyes and see a slight madness there, a malevolence that I hadn’t noticed before.
“Let me go!” I say again.
“Just a kiss,” he whispers and lowers his lips to mine.
I pull my head back so that he lands his kiss on my chest. I’m unsure as to whether that is worse than his mouth on mine. His grip on me tightens and he begins to slobber rough kisses over my collarbone, while his hand frantically pulls up my petticoats ripping into them as he does. I scream, but no one comes. I struggle and pull back as far as I can from him, falling halfway out his grasp. A wild look crosses his face and he raises up a hand and slaps my cheek. The blow makes me stagger backward, out of his clutches. He stares at me for a moment. I kick him in the crotch. He doubles over with a strained groan. I run.
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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

#NewRelease: Fractured Fantasies: Valentine's Venom by Torie James #Erotica #Fantasy @Writergurl216







When Gods collide and an innocent taunt turns into a fascinating challenge, the rules are: There are no rules. Enter a world of wicked intimacy, tempting desires and carnal challenges that ring rife with passion’s promise. With the gauntlet thrown and the stakes rising higher, the lines between agony and ecstasy blur with shattering rapture. And more often than not, we discover too late that simmering desires left unchecked are deadlier than the rest.



Book One: We Wear The Mask

In a sea of burning glances, sensual disguise hides more than a lovely face and vulnerable heart. Step onto a stage of madness where seething shadows breed deadly lies and the discovery of what lies beneath unleashes a storm of merciless passion.



Book Two: Crowning Glory

When a cheating, shameless beauty bends men to the will of her own greedy hunger, the lust of her ever growing appetite proves to be the thorn on which they’re hung. The path to paradise leads down a ruthless road of betrayal and a loving husband’s broken heart and public pride hammer the lesson home.


Book Three: You Never Forget Your First

A brilliant scientist and her adoring husband recall their tender beginnings on the evening that will change the world and their lives forever. But even as joyous wonder unfolds to introduce the next stage in human technology, a chance decision will prove that the echoes of uncommon love last longer than any earthly affection.



((The Excerpt is pretty PG-13 but the book itself is a 4/5 heat rating))
"Enough talk of boobies and wieners." Himeros slurred. "We need more action around here. More fun." He sat back. "I say, we cut loose and have some fun." He glanced at Eros. "You know, like we used to. Before your man card was revoked."
Eros cast his brother a droll look. "Not gonna rise to the bait, bro."
"Hear tell you can't rise to anything much." Himeros accused.
"That's the best you got?"
"Olympian Pissing Contest. Take 400." Kalypso sang.
"It's not a contest. A contest implies competition of which I have none." Eros shot back.
"So, you're saying love trumps all? That its stronger than lust or illusion?" Himeros purred. 
Eros nodded. "Job security."
"I beg to differ. I think lust overpowers." Himeros took a swig form his cup.
"You're both pathetic. Illusion. Hands down." Kalyso hiccupped, waving her hand.
Eros rubbed his head. He already knew how this would end but he was drunk, lonely and bored.
Bad combination.
"Fine. Let's see who's right then."
His half brother and sister howled, Kalypso nearly falling from her chair in happiness.
"Now you're talking. Rules?" She asked.
Himeros sneered. "Rules? What are you? New? There are no rules."
"Even better!"
Eros studied his buffed nails. "Who wants to go first?"
"Me." Kalypso jumped up. "I've kept my eye on this little morsel for a while now. And it's all coming together finally. Anyone fancy a bit of French Food?" She crowed, waving a hand in the air, turning them all to smoky gold swirls and vanishing from the Great Hall.
Moments later, all three perched atop the curling bannister of a dual, winding staircase crowded over with hapless mortals. Each used their powers to remain invisible, observing only.
Kalypso clapped happily, pointing down and singling out a man. "There he is." She quickly told her brothers the game being played and sat back, smugly.
"Submitted for your approval, boys..."




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