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Friday, August 18, 2017

Creole Nights Anthology

Creole Nights Anthology PRE-ORDER NOW!

99 CENTS 10 Paranormal Stories that bring the heat.

Ten original sexy tales from ten best-selling authors. When the sun goes down in New Orleans the heat will rise. Take a sensual exploration of those Creole nights with our hosts of humans, witches, vampires, shifters, wolves, sorcerer, ghost, reapers, voodoo priestess, warlocks, demons, priests and angels. Find out who lives, who dies, who loves for once in a lifetime. Read their sides of the story.

Featuring- The Beast Within- LaVerne Thompson - From moonrise to moonset the beast will rule.


“Where is she?” the woman wailed.
The man clasped her to his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her, restraining her while tears streamed down his face and she tugged at his arms. “She coming Taabia, dey bringing her. Prepare youself.”
Taabia’s gaze snapped to his. “She dead?”
He hesitated then shook his head slightly.
Taabia understood though. Her daughter, her youngest child was dying. “Let me see her, I want to see her.”
A noise broke the stillness of the night and two men walked out from around the cabins.
By the light of the full moon, Taabia could see they carried a body between them. The clothing hung off the young girl’s slender form in tatters, like it had been ripped from her. Her blood watered the dry ground with each step the men made with their burden. Taabia drove her fear inward, her screams were internal now, she didn’t wait for them to come to her, shoving away from the man restraining her, she rushed to the others.
She stopped the men carrying her child and gathered her daughter into her arms, the man, her lover, the father who’d come to warn her took the child’s legs, helping to carry some of the weight.
Taabia kissed her daughter’s bruised and bloodied face. Her tears mingling with the blood. “I got ya, I got ya,” Taabia crooned.
“Mama?” The voice was weak and weary sounding much like a small child, even though she’d seen fourteen summers.
“Yes, chil I’s here.”
“I’m sorry Mama, sorry. I shoulda listen.”
“Shh…none o’ dis your fault.”
They took her back to the cabin, Taabia shooed all the men out of the room.
Two of the women skilled in healing on the plantation came running when they’d heard. Even though none were as skilled in Vodou or natural and unnatural arts as Taabia, a priestess of Damballah. It was not enough.
She cleansed her daughter’s body, but it had been damaged beyond even her repair. Sometimes when a soul was badly damaged, it no longer had the strength to live in the body. But it takes the body with it before it departs. This was her daughter. She could see her life essence flickering, dimming where once, it had been vibrant and full of enough light to brighten up a room.
Her baby died in her arms that night.
“They will pay,” Taabia whispered as she lay her daughter upon the funeral pyre and set the branches to flame. Standing silent watch, surrounded by her lover and the other slaves on the plantation as the fire consumed her child’s body.
She meditated for the rest of the night and the day, gathering her strength, calling upon the older gods of her motherland, the ones who hated man, the light and dark powers that be.
At midnight when the storm she’d called broke and Jakuta the Lightning God and the others of storms ruled the skies, she left her hovel. Taabia walked out into the night making no effort to shield herself from the elements, in fact calling all of them to her, their powers fueling hers. Embracing the night. At first, heavy clouds hid the full moon from sight, but still she called upon Arawa, Goddess of the Moon for vengeance. Until a sliver of its lunar light broke through, bathing her in its rays.
She stood in front of the manner house, as she raised her arms and face to the sky. Lightning flashed above the house, the storm battered at her hair and clothing but she stood firm in her need. When she spoke, the wind amplified her words for all within the walls of the house to hear.
“I curse you Clyde deNuit and you brothers. I curse you and all you beget. Each generation one son be born. One son only. At the turn from child to man, he be ruled by the call of the full moon. You act like selfish beasts, then let you be beasts. On all fours shall you crawl the earth until the pull passes. Every cycle from moonrise to moonset, your beast will rule. Until the day one of mine deem you selfish no more.”
Thunder rumbled overhead bearing her words to the heavens. The oldest of the deNuits stood at the window and watched the crazy slave woman. His brothers were passed out in their rooms down the hall, but the thunder had awoken him. He sneered at his slave daring to threaten him. He thought he’d have the overseer whip her for her bullshit in the morning. Meanwhile, he turned away to go back to bed with his wife, wishing he had that young slave girl again. He and his brothers had shared between them the night before. The way she’d fought them making him hard all over again. Too bad she died. Well, there were more where she came from. He’d just closed his eyes when the house seemed to shake like it had been hit by lightning.
When the moon next traveled around the earth and sat in full illumination like the sun, the deNuit men dropped to all fours and turned from men to beasts. The next morning when the sun sat high in the sky and the men woke up naked and in the fields covered in blood, they had reason to fear the witch woman’s word. But it was too late for them all. She’d taken her secrets to the grave where the overseer had put her; almost a month to the day after the master had her whipped to death.

Also featuring:

Warlocks: The Creole Coven- Latrivia Welch USA Today Best-selling Author - Love is the greatest magic of all.

Phoenix Daniels Blood Ties - You can’t run from who you are.

When the Beautiful Awake: Thakathi Awakening- Angela Kay Austin- You can't hide from us.

Spellbound - ‪Reana Malori- True love is its own destiny.

The Elixir of Life, Legacy: Origin- S. Campbell Williams- There is never an end, but always a new beginning.

Falling for the Reaper- Adrienne D'nelle Ruvalcaba- He had seen death before, but this time is different.

Love Bites- Twyla Turner - Be careful what you wish for.

In Another Time- Sage Young - My love I will find, in another place, in another time.

His to Claim - Stephanie Morris- He's got everything under control and she likes it that way.

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Wednesday, February 08, 2017

Lost Gods Blog Tour

The Lost Gods
A Fantasy Romance

Book Series Lost Gods
Author LaVerne Thompson
Genre Fantasy Romance

For those who like their Gods Greek and their myths full of deeds. Three couples must accept their fate and band together to defeat the God of Chaos.

                              ZEUS (Book 1)

 All the Gods are dead. Long live the Gods. Long live Zeus.

What if you woke up one day and found out you used to be a God? But you don’t care when you can’t save the one you love. Unless you claim your legacy and your powers, even if you have to kill your father to do it.

Ze found he would do whatever he must to make sure Kassia lived. She was an innocent.

Kassia lived her life for the last year under a death sentence. She had an end date of three months. This was her last chance to save herself against the thing killing her from the inside. Even accepting the will of a God. He could save her life, but at what cost to her soul?

When survival is everything, would you do anything to ensure that you do?

*WARNING* This is not an erotic romance. It does however, have sex when warranted and lots of violence and cussing. You have been warned.

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                              LEDO (Book 2)
All the Gods are dead. Long live the Gods. Never forget.

To be reborn time after time knowing, remembering; each past life is both heaven and hell for Ledo. But as a son of Ares, the Fates rule his life. His rebirth serves one purpose: to stand with Zeus when he faces Cronus and to die doing it. That never bothered him. He’d lived many lifetimes and knew his destiny, willingly embracing it.

But then came Aria, she too was his destiny, his reward. Both his pleasure and his pain. Protect her he would, even if it meant going against the Fates.

As a scientist, if Aria couldn’t see it, taste it, touch it or calculate it, it didn’t exist. Until the man from her beautiful dreams showed her everything she believed in was a lie. And now that she knew that, her life was forfeited.

*WARNING* This is not an erotic romance. It does however, have sex when warranted and lots of violence and cussing. You have been warned.

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LINC (Book 3)

All the Gods are dead. Long live the Gods. I am aware.

Linc had grown up having to kill to protect himself and his best friend. So, death and he were intimate friends. Then when his best friend turned out to be non-other than the Greek God Zeus and needed him to once again watch his back, Linc had no choice but to grab his Glock and say, hell yes.

Little did he know, he had many trials to go through to be able to help his friend. Not the least of which was helping a woman conquer her fears and not run from a man like him. But she was an integral part of his existence. He could not let her go.

Mina had resigned herself to being alone all her life. She could trust no one with her secrets, she couldn’t even trust herself. She’d been forced to kill to protect those secrets and she didn’t want to risk the one man who might have accepted them. Not after she’d almost cost him his life. Yet, help him she must. It was her destiny, she just couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

*WARNING* This is not an erotic romance. It does however, have sex when warranted and lots of violence and cussing. You have been warned.

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Author LaVerne Thompson

LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She loves creating worlds within our world. She also writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.
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Friday, February 03, 2017

Featured Author Angela Kay Austin

Spring 1860…

Sojourner, stared at the man sprawled across the cement floor of the blood-soaked cage. Many months had passed, and each day had been the same. Blood and death. She looked at the empty cells around the room. They had once been filled with men and women. The few who remained alive had been taken to another area, she did not know why and would not remain to discover. She never thought she would be able to erase the screams of the men and women from her mind.
She returned her attention to the scarred man. Many nights she had brought water to him, and cleaned away his blood. But, as she kneeled before him, she knew he would no longer drink. He had not taken a sip for many days.
He had made his decision.
She had made her decision.
His would be by death.
Hers would be through the front door, when the sun was high in the sky. With her fingertips, she gently touched the cold metal hidden in the folds of her skirt. The man Kirill called Frederick had left the key on one of the blood-soaked tables on his last visit. No one noticed when Journey simply picked it up while she cleaned away the death they had left behind. If she made it outside, she knew they would not be able to follow her. She would have hours of sunlight to protect her.
Softly, she touched a hand to the matted curls of his dark hair.
He groaned. His eyes opened, and quickly closed.
Lowering her mouth nearer to him, she whispered, “If I take you with me, you would die.” She glanced around the room again, at the empty cages. “You will die if I leave you.” She could not take a wounded man with her, but no matter how hard she fought against the thought, it would not go away.
“You will use the key that you have discovered, and escape. With you, you will take the man whose wounds you tend so faithfully.”
Whether awake or asleep, the words would not go away.
Before she stood, Journey whispered to her wounded one, “Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we will run from this place.


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