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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Crossroads Multi-genre Anthology Blog Hop




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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY πŸ’–
Thank you for joining the Crossroads Multi-genre Anthology Blog Hop. At each stop you'll learn a little about the books that's a part of the set and enter a few giveaways too. Have fun. Enjoy the day. Here's a bit about my contribution.





Wild Child is an urban fantasy featured in the Crossroads Anthology


Wild Child-  CroXroads 
Copyrighted 2019


The road you take cannot be undone.

Meet Kasha

 Kasha never quite fit in. So she left home long ago to pursue her career in art. Hell, she ran as fast as she could away from her minister father and his judgmental ways. Yet, she loved her parents, so when the dreams surrounding a church filled with fire and blood kept repeating itself, it was all she could paint. She had to warn them. Only to arrive too late to save them.  Now she found herself running once again, only this time away from a nightmare.

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In her mad flight, she took a turn off the highway. Soon realizing she might have run toward something even worse. This time she couldn’t run, she couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She was more than an artist. She had to learn to fully embrace and unleash her powers within. She had to know who and what she truly was and learn to stand her ground.

Excerpt-

The long fingers of the flames quickly covered the frames of the houses clustered so closely together. Fissures opened up from the ground, spitting fire from the bowels of the earth, setting everything ablaze. What the fire didn’t destroy the earthquakes rocking the area finished the rest.
The news flashed footage like that over and over again, but Kasha had seen those same images long before the live broadcast. She hated herself for not listening to the dreams for the last few days before it happened. She’d fucking known.
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At least, she’d tried to warn her parents the morning it started, to get out of the area, especially her minister father. Not like that hadn’t been a difficult conversation. The daughter who’d run from home, whom he hadn’t spoken to in eight years. The first thing out of her mouth, “I…I’ve had a vision of fire. And you and Mom die.”
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The second book I have in the Crossroads Anthology I co-wrote with Kassanna as Ursula Sinclair. We'd like to introduce you to Defiant. A contemporary new adult romance fraught with violence and intrigue.



Stay out of my way. Not a threat. A promise.


In my insulated world, determination, wealth…happiness isn’t limited by the color of your skin but the size of your bank account. I was raised with the mindset that there is nothing in this world I can’t have. Don’t get me wrong—I have problems, family issues, but nothing that can’t be resolved. A chance encounter opened my eyes and initiated a tempest around me. I am Harper Hodges and he is the eye of the storm.


If you don’t stand with me you stand against me. I suffer no one but my own kind, white pure blood Anglo-Saxon Americans. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against other races, their inferiority is not my problem. Until I met her. She opened my eyes and I no longer see the world in black and white. I am Dachs Neumann and to keep her safe I will strike down even those closest to me.
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Be careful what you wish for.

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Thank you for visiting my blog. I want to give everyone who stopped by today a gift. Just click the link for a FREE book from my alter ego Ursula Sinclair, After Midnight. It's part of the world of the City of Sin. I contributed 3 books to that world that can be read as stand alones. After Midnight, When Dawn Comes and The Eventide Hour.  Click Here for your copy of After Midnight.



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Wednesday, January 09, 2019

Xpresso Wings of the Wicked Tour

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Soul Collectors
by
LaVerne Thompson
@lavernethompson

Available from All your Favorite Retailers
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Blurb:

Betwixt heaven and hell a world exists called earth. Otherwise known as the battlefield for souls. 

Angelique is an Angel Soul Collector.
She collects the souls of those who died in fear, anger and pain. She is there to bear witness to the suffering, give comfort and hope and determine if they are worthy of heaven.
Some choose not to go with her and instead thirst for revenge; those refuse to give up their earthly ties and she leaves them to their fates. Some find satisfaction and will be given another chance to cross over, but most doom themselves to wander the earthly realm for an eternity. The ones who surrender to her, to the light, she opens the doorway and escorts them to a better life.
But then there are the others.

Nathanial is a Demon Soul Collector. He collects souls for his master from those who died in fear, anger and pain. Those who thirst for revenge he encourages to remain on earth and cause havoc. Others that have their names already written in his little red book he opens the gateway and shoves them straight into hell. For him it’s a job. He was born of a human father and demon mother and raised in hell to become a collector.
They are enemies. But once they were something else.

Excerpt:

    He didn’t know what he’d looked like to the mortal men but his rage burnt bright. He could see a red hue before him. The soldiers straightened, their mouths opened in shock and their eyes held a hint of fear, at the appearance of this seemingly young boy. One who radiated fire.

   The men soon learned he was anything but human. No need to hide what he was any longer. He placed Angelique on the ground and drew the sword from the sheath he carried between the obsidian colored wings at his back. No need to hide at all. His hands glowed bright orange, the pain almost more than he could bear. Blood seeped from his palms, he used the power in his blood as he used his blade to channel powers born of hell. Red flame raced down the blade and shot hellfire, coursing unerringly toward the beating hearts of the men. Spreading the stench of burning flesh as they fell, leaving nothing but a pile of ash.

Soul Collectors
by
LaVerne Thompson
@lavernethompson



featured in

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J.R. Thorn
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Lexi C. Foss
Ravenna Tate
Maddie Wade
LaVerne Thompson
Shereen Vedam
Colleen S. Myers
Ditter Kellen
RS McCoy
K.B. Everyly
Amara Kent
Erin Lee
Erica Gerald Mason
Zachary Paul Chopchinski
Drea Shane
Nichole Riley
N.K. Stackhouse
Amy Cissell
Leona Bushman
Betty Shreffler
Khardine Gray
Anita Hunter

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Warning: If you like demonic games, angelic interventions, and thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.

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Friday, December 28, 2018

Soul Collectors Sneak Peek


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Soul Collectors
by LaVerne Thompson
Snippet Copyrighted 2018
Nathanial
 Dressed in the color of the night, black jeans, black t-shirt, Nathanial crouched on the roof of the condo building on G Street NW. It was the perfect perch for him to observe the bundled up stranglers wondering out of the Verizon Center, after the late night basketball game. It might be early March in Washington, DC, but the icy wind causing people to snuggle into their thick coats showed winter seemed in no rush to release its bitter hold.
A group of three men, all in their early thirties paused on the sidewalk right below him. Their voices were loud and exuberant as they relived the thrill of the game.
Running a ball from one end of a room to another never did much for Nathanial. Not that he ever played any sport that didn’t end in someone bleeding to death or maimed. Then again, it wouldn’t be a human sport but he’d watched them from time to time. Now football, a full contact sport, where you could whack the hell out of your opponent, suited him much better. But these men might disagree. Even seated eleven stories high Nathanial could hear their conversation like they stood right next to him.
Two of the males wished their friend Alvin good night.
“You sure you don’t want us to walk with you, Al?”
“What am I a baby?” At six two, two hundred and fifty pounds he was anything but. All three of the men laughed and patted each other on the back before two crossed the street entering the garage there.
Nathanial grinned at the short form of the man’s name, Alvin was his full name. He’d pulled that from his consciousness.
Alvin continued walking past the building where Nathanial crouched, oblivious to his presence, as it should be until much too late.
Nathanial continued to track Alvin as he went around the building to the alley at the back. There was an entrance to a garage from the alley for the condo building. A friend had given Alvin the access code so he could park there so he wouldn’t have to pay. Cheap bastard.
But Alvin couldn’t get into the front entrance to access the garage, so he had to go around to the alley entrance. All of this Nathanial gleaned from the man’s thoughts. Since Alvin’s name wasn’t in his little book, he would ignore him. Nathanial unfolded his dark wings, which looked like steel carved to give the illusion of feathers and the very tips were jagged crimson edges as he spread their full six feet length on both sides. He leaped over to the next building on his nightly troll.
A stray thought caught his attention and stilled his movement. Instead, of moving away, he shifted direction over to the other side of the building and looked down upon the alley. There were no lights on down there other than the little illumination provided from the lighted windows on either side of the buildings framing the alley. However, Nathanial could see just fine, even in total dark. He was after all, born of darkness, so felt at home in its cold embrace.
He didn’t even need to use any of his other senses this time to scan the area. There, hidden behind a dumpster lay a male in all dark clothing to help him blend in the shadows. Nothing good was on the male’s mind.
Nathanial grinned in anticipation of the inevitable. This is what he searched for night after night for the last hundred and forty years. A job he’d been trained for and one he loved. Souls for the taking. Those listed in his little red book, and even more fun, new names to add to it. A soul was going home tonight, only not the home it had anticipated. Then again, with this act he wasn’t sure what the fuckwit thought would happen.
Alvin entered the alley. Not once did he feel uncomfortable, a big guy like him he was confident most would not give him any trouble. Besides, there were still plenty of people walking about and even though this was the city, the area known as the Penn Quarter was relatively safe.
He was feeling pretty good. His team had won and he didn’t have to pay thirty bucks to park. He’d gotten lucky his friend was out of town and let him use his parking spot in the building. But cutting through the alley wasn’t too bad. About ten yards away from one of the two garage doors that were the coded entrances, he passed a dumpster. He wasn’t sure what made him turn, but even then it was too late.
Nathanial watched it all unfold, as he’d seen something similar play out a thousand times before. Same shit different…nope, same.
The first gunshot entered Alvin’s abdomen.
“Ouch. That’s gotta hurt,” Nathanial said to himself. He stayed in Alvin’s consciousness.
The only reason Alvin knew for sure he’d been shot was because his stomach suddenly blazed, his insides were on fire. The second shot he only heard, by then his body had already gone numb. His eyes were wide open as he gazed up at…stars…yes stars in the sky. He felt something, fingers touch the side of his neck, and saw a face, one he’d seen before many times. You! He wanted to shout but couldn’t get the word out. Then he heard footsteps running away. Before all went dark, understanding dawned. The sound of chimes filled the air, they called to him, pulled him out of his sleep.
Alvin opened his eyes and saw…light…like the stars had grown and swallowed up the rest of the universe. They blazed a trail from this world into the next. His body rose drawn to it…yet something held him back. He gazed down and his body still lay on the ground where he had fallen. A dark crimson liquid began spreading onto the ground, originating from him.
The lighting just enough to show him and for him to know the liquid around him was blood. His! “Nooooo….” The wail came long and deep. In that one moment, he knew clarity. Dead. He was dead. The chimes were calling him. He shook his head unable to tear his gaze away from his dead form. His chest rose and fell in memory of breathing, which he no longer did. The chimes stopped and the stars were once again in their place in the heavens, then he felt a blast of heat swamping his back, swinging around he saw him.
Nathanial dropped from the rooftop, his dark evanescence like wings spread wide from his back to slow his descent as he landed behind the slain male. He heard his thoughts and read the dead’s even before answering him. He needed to strike this bargain quickly before any of the others showed up.
Alvin’s name wasn’t already in his little red book. The man did not wear his master’s mark and was in fact destined for another place. But his violent death and desire for justice bound Alvin to Earth. He’d refused the first call to the light, at least until one of those flipping white wings came to personally collect him. With each soul they fought over, Nathanial hated the white wings more. He took great pleasure in thwarting those, stealing souls from right under their noses. Oh yes. Now, if he could turn Alvin’s need for justice into something darker, like revenge. He only need prod poor wronged Alvin a teeny bit.
“Yeah Alvin. Afraid it’s so.” Nathanial confirmed the obvious. Sensing the other questions. The male was hurt, angry and at that point in time, hated his wife and the man who’d killed him. Her lover. Nathanial planned on fueling those emotions.
“What the hell!” the man cried at the sight of the demon.

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Sunday, December 09, 2018

WINGS OF THE WICKED WILD RIDE BLOG HOP



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πŸ›·WELCOME TO THE WINGS OF THE WICKED WILD RIDE BLOG HOPπŸ›·

Get to know a bit about all of the authors and collect prizes along the way and enter into the GRAND PRIZE GIVEAWAY! 🎁

Welcome to the beginning of a wild ride. My name is

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LaVerne Thompson and I'm a USA Today Bestselling, award winning, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. I love creating worlds within and without our world. I also write romantic suspense and new adult romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.
I'm a certified chocoholic and  proud of it. I'm currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain my sanity.

Thank you for joining the Wings of the Wicked authors on this hop. 

My contribution to the Wings of the Wicked set is Soul Collectors. An urban fantasy about the fight over lost souls. I first began this story on a writing site but never finished it. It was just waiting for the right time. This time. It is the beginning of a whole new world. There will be more to come. But it is not your traditional romance in that there is no happy ending. For now.

Betwixt heaven and hell, a world exists called earth. Otherwise known as the battlefield for souls.


Angelique is an Angel Soul Collector.
She collects the souls of those who died in fear, anger and pain. She is there to bear witness to the suffering, give comfort and hope and determine if they are worthy of heaven.
Some choose not to go with her and instead thirst for revenge; those refuse to give up their earthly ties and she leaves them to their fates. Some find satisfaction and will be given another chance to cross over, but most doom themselves to wander the earthly realm for an eternity. The ones who surrender to her, to the light, she opens the doorway and escorts them to a better life.

Then there are the others.

Nathanial is a Demon Soul Collector.
He collects souls for his master of those who died in fear, anger and pain. Those who thirst for revenge, he encourages to remain on earth and cause havoc. Others that have their names already written in his Rubrum Libro, little red book, he opens the gateway and shoves them straight into hell. For him, it’s a job. He was born of a human mother and demon father then raised in hell to become a collector.
They are enemies. But once they were something else. Still, one of them must die.

This is not a romance. There can be no happy ending with a demon. Only an end.

 Since we are in the prime season of giving I wanted to do that. So on this blog stop, I am giving away, just for stopping by, an e-copy of... Just click the cover.
 
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I wish you joy for the season and the coming New Year!
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A complete list of all the hop stops here:  
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🎁 Grand Prize Winner will be announced on Dec. 15th in the Wings of The Wicked Party Room.

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Each participating page is responsible for their own giveaway and the drawing of their winner and distribution of their offered prizes.

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For your convenience a list of the participating blogs are below.

BLOG & PAGE LIST

DATE 12/9-12/14 AUTHOR NAME BLOG NAME BLOG LINK
12/9 LaVerne Thompson Author of Sensual Romance http://lavernethompsonauthor.blogspot.com
12/9 Erin Lee My Crazy Life https://www.authorerinlee.com/my-crazy-life
12/9 Zach Chopchinski Zachary Paul Chopchinski https://www.facebook.com/bowtieauthor/
12/9 J.R. Thorn Author J.R. Thorn Fan Group https://www.facebook.com/groups/JRThornFanGroup/
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12/10 Shereen Vedam Shereen Vedam https://www.facebook.com/ShereenVedam
12/10 Ditter Kellen According to Ditter https://www.accordingtoditter.com
12/10 Lexi C. Foss Author Lexi C. Foss https://www.facebook.com/LexiCFoss
12/11 Crystal Matz PA (not an author) Crystal's Cozy Corner & Author Services https://www.facebook.com/CrystalsCzyCorner
12/11 Lynda Kaye Frazier Lynda Kaye Frazier http://lyndafrazier.blogspot.com/
12/11 Dariel Raye Dariel Raye &
Muffy Wilson
12/11 N.K.
Stackhouse
N.K. Stackhouse
Author

12/12 Amy Cissell Amy Cissell Writes http://amycissell.com/blog
12/12 Heather Adkins Haunted by Reading hauntedbyreading.com
12/12 Erica Gerald Mason Erica Writes Words www.ericageraldmason.com/blog
12/12 Carolyn Reilly Carolyn Reilly https://www.facebook.com/carolynreillybooks/
12/12 Rachel McCoy RS McCoy
12/13 Maddie Wade Maddie Wade Author Page https://www.facebook.com/maddieuk/
12/13 Charlene A.
Wilson
AuthorCharlene A. Wilson
12/13 K.B. Everly Author K.B. Everly
12/13 Colleen S. Myers Colleen S Myers page https://www.csmyersmusings.com
12/14 Leona Bushman Publish or Bust and was.leonajbushman.com www.lbushman.blogspot.com
12/14 Betty Shreffler Author Betty Shreffler www.facebook.com/authorbettyshreffler
12/14 Amara Kent Amara Kent https://www.facebook.com/amarakentauthor/














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