Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Paranormally Yours an Anthology [Blog Tour]




Title: Paranormally Yours an Anthology
Authors: Anita Cox - Diane Saxon - Loralie Hall - Sofia Grey - Sotia Lazu
Featuring Best-Selling Authors
 Ann Gimpel & Christy Gissendaner



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The Reluctant Gift by Sotia Lazu
Mini blurb:
Salina has earned her one-year vacation on Earth, damn it! She’s been an exemplary sentinel for her pack, and saved all the universes. Too bad she hasn’t been very effective at kicking Aherin to the curb. She had one little lapse in judgment—sleeping with the annoyingly persistent vampire—and now he just won’t leave. As if that wasn’t enough, her holiday plans are spoiled, her world is turned upside down, and she’s going to miss out on a yummy family dinner, all because she’s kidnapped on Christmas Eve...
By Santa.

Excerpt
Tame
  “What the hell is going on here?” Aherin hadn’t expected to find anyone other than Salina waiting for him when he kicked his door open. Hers had been the only scent to reach his nostrils, as he approached the tomb that had become his home. But of course, Santa and his elves only smelled faintly of candy. “Care to explain?” He arched an eyebrow at Saint Nicholas, and was about to go on a tirade about property law, when he took in Salina sitting on the ground. Forgetting his questions, he rushed to her. “Salina? What happened to you?” He was kneeling down next to her, when she turned and punched him in the nose. The momentum of her whole body fortifying her left hook landed him on his ass. “Like you don’t know them.” She hopped to her feet, and assumed the fighting stance that always made his desire for her soar. Legs spread at shoulder width, knees slightly bent, her weight perfectly balanced. She held up her fists, emerald eyes sparkling dangerously. Finding his footing just as gracefully as she had, he raised his hands, palms facing her, to show he posed no threat. “I know them. Well, him.” He pointed at Santa, who apparently saw that as his cue to cut in. “Are you one”—he pushed his glasses a bit further up the bridge of his nose—“Aherin the Resurrected?” So he had a nickname now? Cool. Still… “Oh, cut the fancy formalities, Nicholas. You know full well who I am. You wouldn’t have met the Missus, if it weren’t for me doing the introd…” He trailed off at Salina’s stunned look. “I’m a romantic,” he said to her. “They were both jolly and both single. It was an obvious match.” Her eyes remained wide as saucers, but she waved at him impatiently. “Just tell me what is going on here. Who is he?” Santa answered before Aherin could. “I am the Santa Claus, Ms. Crest. Feel free to call me Santa.” He glared at Aherin. “Both of you.” Salina looked at Aherin, and appeared to believe him when he nodded his confirmation. “And what do you want?” she asked Nicky—sorry, Santa. “Is it another curse thing? Did a reindeer go missing or something? ’Cause I’m supposed to be on vacation on this plane, and I’m not even the Balancers’ favorite. Maybe you wanna check in with my sister? She’s the one who usually takes on the hero stuff.” Even as she spoke, Aherin could see her assessing her surroundings. He’d seen her fight her way out of a couple extremely sticky situations, and knew she was about to wipe the floor with red velvet. “Nothing like that, child.” Santa’s tone was casual now. “I’m here on my usual business, delivering Christmas presents. You”—he turned to Aherin—“were a very good boy-mpire this year!” “Boy-mpire?” Salina snorted. “That’s not even a word.” “I would not throw stones, dear. We have all heard your vocabulary, and I do not mean back when you were a cub.” The playful glint in his eyes belied the stern voice. “As I was saying, because of your being a very good boy-mpire, and helping avert the destruction of all universes, the Balancers have decided you deserve a present. I am here to deliver you that present: Salina Crest, if you will have her.”
Less Tame
She turned to fully face him, and he tensed in anticipation of her wrath. He was more than surprised to see a tiny smile play on her lips, as she glided a few steps closer. Close enough that, when she slid her hand between her long legs to cup her sex, Aherin saw her push a finger between her folds. He’d spent some time during their journey wondering what her pussy looked like, but he hadn’t expected it to be completely bare. “Are you coming in?” she asked. “It’s divine.” He forced his gaze to the lake around her. It looked otherworldly, the dark waters, clear as a black diamond, reflecting the moonlight and odd patterns of stars hanging on this universe’s skies. Then again, he was in a world other than the one he knew. He wanted to go in the water—a swim was all he’d had in mind before he’d seen her breaking the surface, tossing back her silver mane. Now all he could think of was getting inside her. “I didn’t know if you wanted to share.” He stood and leaned against a tree. Was there a challenge in her eyes? She shrugged. “It’s a free world. Still. Thanks to us. I think we could reward ourselves with a little indulgence.” His sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of her sister and his best friend rutting like animals back in the cave. Maybe Salina could hear them too, though he wasn’t sure how acute her shifter senses were in her human form. It wasn’t the right time to find out. “Is this your idea of indulgence?” he asked instead. “A bath?” She smiled, and took another step toward the shore. “Could be worse. At least I don’t smell of blood anymore.” She tilted her head to the side, arching the appetizing column of her neck. “Do I?” “Can’t really tell from here.” He was lying. She smelled of the blood she’d shed, and her arousal, and Aherin didn’t know which one drove him wilder with desire. “Maybe you should come closer, then. Just to make sure.” Was she…flirting with him? He’d wanted her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but she had cut off his advances, and they’d eventually settled into spending their time together exchanging barbs and jibes. He’d accepted that he’d never have her and convinced himself he was all right with that. The taunt in her eyes now looked too much like an invitation. Aherin realized he’d untucked his T-shirt and unbuckled his belt. He forced his fingers to stop, before he also popped the buttons of his jeans. He needed to know what she was offering before he took the next step. “Careful what you wish for, little shifter. If I decide you smell delicious enough, I may eat you.” She grinned, and amber shone in the depth of her emerald eyes. “I’m the wolf, remember? I don’t think you could eat me.”


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Twitter: @justsotia
Website: www://sotialazu.com
Blog: www://sotialazu.wordpress.com
  Dreaming of a Wolf by Sofia Grey
Blurb:
Alun was Olivia's first, and he was supposed to be her forever. After a tragic accident steals him away, Olivia wonders how she can ever be whole again. When he starts talking to her in her dreams, she has to ask herself: is she going mad with grief, or is there still a chance for their forever?

 Excerpt
I lay on my side in bed, facing Alun, knees bent, our hands linked between us. He was cooking up some mischief, I was sure. The devilish glint in his eyes was usually a precursor to some wild idea. Driving twenty miles in the darkness of very early morning to watch the sun rising from a particular hill top. Throwing clothes and toiletries into a backpack for an impromptu weekend hike. Kite flying on a windy beach. I’d never been so impulsive before I met him, or as bold. He squeezed my fingers. Here we go. “You are going to marry me, aren’t you, Olivia Tanner?” He asked me every time we got together, and I couldn’t help giggling. “You know I am, but not yet. We graduate first, figure out where we’re going to live, and then we get married.” I rubbed my knees against his, and watched a smile spread across his face. “What’s the rush?” “You’re my Mate, Cariad.” The Welsh endearment sounded beautiful the way it rolled from his tongue. “I’m impatient to share my life with you.” I blinked, and he was gone. My heart skittered, and I took a rapid breath. Had I been asleep? Cautious, I stretched out one hand to where he’d been lying. The sheets were cold. He’d looked real. Felt as alive as he always had. You’re my Mate. I’d never heard him call me that before.


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Red Dawn by Ann Gimpel
Mini Blurb
  Llyr is a whale shifter with a big problem. The seas are dying, poisoned by heavy metal contamination and barrels of trash. In a bold and desperate move, he and his mate Galatea, the Sea Witch, hatch up magic to allow him to spend as long as he needs to on Earth. Masquerading as a marine biologist, Llyr signs on with a firm whose mission is to save the oceans. When his boss turns out to have malevolent underpinnings, Llyr returns to the sea for answers. With death lurking behind every corner, he and Galatea find themselves boxed into an impossible situation. Excerpt: Llyr stood on a rocky, deserted shore on an unnamed island south of New Zealand. Cold, damp wind sent shivers along his arms. Galatea moved from where she squatted a few feet away and closed her arms around him. “Do you need a break?” He shook his head emphatically. “No. I can make this work. I know I can.” He watched with disgust as one of his arms shimmered into half a flipper. Galatea blew out a frustrated sounding breath. “Let’s start over from the beginning.” “Let’s not. We’re here on land. I don’t want to retreat to our whale forms again. We’ve done that, and it didn’t make this any easier.” “All right.” She let go of him and stepped back, eying him appraisingly, as if she were taking his measure. Llyr straightened. It was important she not find him lacking—on any front. He crinkled his brow in thought. “I have an idea.” She crooked a finger his way. “Out with it.” “You have two types of magic. The sort all whale shifters have, which you discovered, and your Sea Witch power. You’re trying to use your witch powers, and my magic is fighting you all the way.” He glanced askance at her. “You’re the first Sea Witch to pick a mate. Men had sex with them and then ran the other way. No one ever wanted to get much closer than that.” Galatea rolled her eyes. “Yeah, we scared the crap out of everyone because of Circe.” Breath whistled from between her teeth. “Idiots! If we’d wished to sow harm, we wouldn’t require proximity.” He strode to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You make it sound like we overreacted.” Llyr took a measured breath. “Circe and her nymphs turned Odysseus and his men into animals. Remember? They had to roust Hermes to save them.” “Your point?” She screwed her mouth into a moue. “Circe was the first Sea Witch, which makes you a direct descendent.” He tightened his grip on her shoulders. “I’ve always been proud and honored you broke tradition and mated with me.” A corner of her mouth twitched. “Maybe I was relieved I wouldn’t have to spend hundreds of years by myself. Not that you weren’t the best looking whale I’d ever seen,” she grinned archly, “but you were also the only one who wasn’t scared of my power.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “So can we try my idea?” “Sure. Give me a moment.” She turned away from him, and the air around her glittered in diamond tones, some clear, some yellow, some a watery rose. When she turned, she nodded sharply. Llyr reached deep to where his own magic dwelt and threaded a tendril outward to weave with hers. Muted triumph flashed through him when his power braided neatly with hers. He gave the spell time to mature, feeling the difference as it filled him. Time dripped past; the sky shaded to deep purple as night approached. Clouds heavy with moisture peppered the horizon, and a light snow pelted down, but Llyr wasn’t cold anymore. “Gala?” he ventured as the last of the dying day washed over them. She opened her eyes. “Yes.” “This will work.” “I thought the same, but there’s a price.” Llyr’s stomach tightened. “Tell me.” “When I use the witch power, I can do more, much more. My own magic is closer, more personal. What we’ve created is draining me. I can maintain it, but not hold my human form at the same time.” “What do you want us to do?” Llyr asked. The edges of her body became insubstantial as she struggled to maintain her shifted shape. “Since our first efforts didn’t work, we’ll do it this way. I’ll see if I can’t figure out a way to keep both my magic and our combined spell afloat at the same time, but for now I must return to the sea while I can still get myself there…”

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Courting Mortality by Loralie Hall
Blurb
Eli’s spent eternity thwarting the same family curse that granted his brother, Loki, ever-lasting fame. Eli kind of got screwed in that one. His plan to stay single and detached has worked for several millennia. And then he meets Marley. She's making him abandon all his resolutions, except the one that never lets him forget the curse. Falling for her means her death, and he won’t let that happen.
Excerpt
As you are, for all of time To taste neither love nor death When you find the one worth more than life She’ll draw her last mortal breath
“At least tell me Mister Last-night didn’t do what the previous guy did.” His teasing laugh fell short, and he snapped his mouth shut when her head shot up. Please don’t let him be talking about… “Which last guy?” He glanced in her direction before turning back to his cable. “The one who wanted pictures.” She never should’ve given him so much detail after that date. She’d done it because she liked the idea of him making a similar request, and had been trying to judge his reaction, but that didn’t mean it was a good idea. “It wasn’t like that.” He put down what he was doing, and gave her his full attention. “Is something wrong?” “No.” She turned back to the cable, crimping as furiously as possible while still being accurate. She wouldn’t look at him from her spot on the counter, pretending it wasn’t a big deal. Eli extracted himself from the spindle and snakes of wires, and crossed the room. He took the crimpers from her hand, and set all of her work aside too. “Except you just crimped an RJ45 onto that cable instead of an RJ12. What’s up?” Oops. She never made mistakes like putting a network connector on a phone cable. Her pulse raced through her veins at his light touch, making it hard to think. She needed to look away, but his gaze held her captive. If she’d been drawing a blank before, it was nothing compared to now. He’d put the thought in her head. The reminder one of her dates had asked for pictures when he’d dropped her off. Told her if she wasn’t going home with him, she at least owed him a topless shot to keep him warm that night. And now part of her was hung up on the thrill of doing that for Eli. The temptation of turning him on, without ever touching him. “You’re telling me you can’t guess?” The corner of his mouth pulled into a lazy smile. “I’m telling you I don’t want to guess.” She couldn’t ignore the mental images of what it would feel like if he leaned in and kissed her. “I just… It’s not as though I had a problem with the request from Mister Send-me-pictures. Just with the requester.” There, that hadn’t been so bad. They could gloss over it, laugh about it, and go back to work. Except she’d rather they took a break and got down to other things instead. “Really?” His thumb stroked the inside of her wrist. Did he know he was doing that? She sure as hell did. The feather-light sensation spilled through her, desire growing between her legs. He stepped closer. “Who would it take, then? Just out of curiosity.” They needed to get this project done. To step away from this line before it was too late. Who was she kidding? It had been too late months ago. At least for her. “Well, I’d have to like the guy first. Actually being attracted to him helps.” Would Eli have any idea she was talking about him? What the hell was wrong with her? And why couldn’t she stop? His voice dropped an octave. “And I would assume you can’t dive straight into things. You’d want seduction. Teasing. The right words to set the mood…” Even as she told herself to back away now, images raced through her thoughts, of stripping in front of the camera, one piece of clothing at a time, knowing Eli was her audience. A hands-off, private show where she’d caress herself, pinch her nipples, slide her fingers between her legs, and get off on the idea that she could turn him on that way. The vivid image wouldn’t leave. Her sex whimpered for attention, and her breasts ached to press into his palms.

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