Excerpt, Spotlight

Midnight’s Warrior by Donna Grant

ISBN-10: 0312552599

ISBN-13: 978-0312552596

Mass Market Paperback

Dark Warriors #4

November 27, 2012

Midnight’s Warrior

Ramsey ~ Our HERO!

The fierce one. He’s not a man to show emotion, but Ramsey sees all. His destiny is before him, but will he be able to face his future with his past riding him?

Born: September 1284
Turned: 1305
God: Ehtexia, god of thieves
Warrior Color: Bronze
Manipulates mass


A Druid whose magic is so unpredictable that she doesn’t try to use it. Her family is, and when they try to force her to become one, she runs away. For ten years she’s kept on the run until a man unlike any other enters her life, a man who makes her yearn to trust again.

An Exclusive Excerpt from Midnight’s Warrior, featuring Ramsey ~
“And if I was a drough.   Would you still be trying to save me?”
Ramsey looked into her blue-green eyes and answered honestly.  “Without a doubt.”
Her smile, warm and sincere, filled the room.  He was about to ask her about her childhood when his advanced hearing caught the sound of something above the din of the snowstorm. 
Ramsey was on his feet instantly.  Almost immediately Ramsey’s mobile rang.
“He’s here!”  Charon shouted over the snow. 
Ramsey hung up and looked at Tara.  Her face had lost all its color and the coffee mug fell from her hands.  He had little choice but to protect her until Fallon could get her out.  
He went to her and grabbed her arms.  “Stay with me.  Do you understand?  You have to stay with me until it’s time for you to leave.  I’ll keep you safe.” 
When she didn’t answer he gave her a little shake. 
“Yes, yes!” she shouted.
“Get your coat,” Ramsey ordered. 
He wished like hell Fallon was here so he could take Tara away.  Ramsey put his hand on the door and looked at the magic tendrils swirling around him. 
The sound of Declan’s helicopter grew louder as it neared the castle.  Ramsey doused all the lights in the cottage and watched as the chopper set down behind the castle. 
The helicopter door opened and four mercenaries clad in all black with black masks covering their faces rushed out, their rifles up and ready to use.  A moment later Declan climbed out of the chopper and waved it away. 
“The chopper willna be far.  Declan will want it close enough to take you away,” Ramsey told Tara as she came up behind him. 
“I won’t go with him.”
“No, you willna.”
The mercs split up.  Two went with Declan toward the castle while two fanned out.  Ramsey smiled as he saw Charon’s copper skin rise out of the snow and snap the head of one of the guards. 
“Was that Charon?”  Tara asked breathlessly. 
Ramsey nodded, a smile on his face as he realized they did outnumber Declan.  Ending the bastard was going to be easier than Ramsey thought. 
But Ramsey’s smile died when Charon whirled around to face ten more mercenaries. 
A roar went through Ramsey when the first N90 bullet ripped through Charon. 
Authors, Excerpt, Giveaways, Reviews

Malice Striker by Jianne Carlo Review/Giveaway/Excerpt

Malice Striker (Viking Vengeance #1)


by Jianne Carlo

Published by Etopia Press

57,000 words (eBook format)

Erotic Historical Romance

Contains Elements of Action, Adventure and Suspense

Heat Level: Sizzling

Available at:


B&N http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/malice-striker-jianne-carlo/1113323816

Jianne Carlo is holding a giveaway as part of her “Alpha Me Not” release at the same time as this barrage.  The link to the contest is http://www.jiannecarlo.com/Contest.aspx.


Can a mere Viking save the daughter of a goddess?

WhenScotland’s King Kenneth orders his death and kidnaps his sister, the Viking Brökk—the Malice Striker—plans his vengeance: he’ll steal the king’s bastard daughter from Sumbarten Abbey and use her to buy his sister’s freedom. But his schemes go awry when his liege lord commands him to wed Skatha—and when he finds five women instead of one at the Abbey, none of whom will claim the King as father.

When the Viking abducts Skatha and her women, she’s bewildered. Why did Brökk seize her? Why does he want her for his wife? She weds him willingly enough when he threatens to kill her companions, but she vows to control her own destiny and escape. For if the Viking discovers her secrets, the laws of his people will force him to cast her aside…or kill her. And even Skatha, daughter of a goddess, might not escape the Viking’s wrath.

Warning: This title contains scenes of an erotic nature (highly explicit sex scenes/course language).


What Lady Gráinne had to tell her next stupefied Skatha. She listened carefully and tried to memorize every detail.

The women washed her hair and scrubbed her flesh. They wrapped her in a blanket, used drying cloths to wring the moisture from her curls, and untangled her locks with a bone comb they found in a trunk.

All too soon, she heard the sounds of roaring male voices joined in ribald Gaelic and Norse song. Pecker, prick, the songs the warriors warbled resonated with these words she now recognized. All at once came the knowledge that the men sang of the act to come, the consummation, the penetration. Her head giddy, she fought to gulp in air as an unbearable weight compressed her chest.

“Hurry. Shed the blanket, climb into the bed, and lie under the linens. Remember what I told you. Do not fight him.” Lady Gráinne gave her a slight push.

Skatha nodded. Her mouth too dry to form words, she clambered into position. Her limbs froze, and her hands refused to obey the command to pick up the bowl with the lard.

“I will ensure the bed curtains remain closed.” Lady Gráinne brushed a kiss on Skatha’s temple. “God be with you, my little dove.”

’Twas only when she heard his voice that the paralysis shattered. She shoved the linen down below her waist.

He spoke Norse, assuring some warrior he would prick her well. The assembled men burst into a raucous limerick.

She grabbed the bowl of grease and slathered the gooey paste all over her private parts.

Push the grease inside as far as you can. Lady Gráinne’s instructions thundered in her mind. Skatha thrust her finger into her sheath again and again and again.

The men’s singing halted.

She stuffed the bowl under a bed cushion.

An icy draft blasted her bare shoulders.

Skatha jerked the sheets to her chin and curled her fingers into a fist when the mattress dipped.

He smelled of forest, leather, and ale.

She couldn’t breathe, her whole body as stiff and unyielding as a cold slab of marble. Skatha squeezed her eyelids shut. Was he looking at her? She tried to relax her facial muscles, to attain the serene expression that had served her well with visitors to the abbey.

The straw sighed under his weight.

She slid sideways and grabbed the linens to remain in place.

His hand, warm and rough, cradled one cheek. “Look to me, wife.”

Touch him oft. Caress his sword of penetration and ’twill be over in a thrice. Had she the courage to follow Lady Gráinne’s astonishing advice? Aye. Naught would stop her. Too much had been stolen from her. ’Twas time to take back.

She turned her head in the direction of his voice, opened her eyes, and laid her palm on his flesh. Hard. He was so hard. No give to his skin. And hot. ’Twas like touching a boulder that had been lying under a blazing sun.

He stilled.

She whisked away her hand feeling like she had been burned.

“Nay.” He captured her wrist, pressed his mouth to the vein throbbing on the underside, and licked the spot.

With his tongue.

Too stunned to react at first, Skatha tried to wrest from his grasp when he nipped the heel of her palm.

He kissed the top of her breast.

She gasped.

His mouth covered hers and his tongue plunged inside.

What madness this?

He stroked her teeth, touched the tip of her tongue with his, and then suckled.

A heated, prickling sensation gripped her insides. Of their own accord, her toes curled, and her fingers dug into his arms. He moved to cover her completely and nudged her legs apart with first one knee, then the other.

His breath came hard and harsh, the hot exhales swooshing over her ear and feathering her cheek. Skatha felt as if she had drunk too much mead; she was fevered, dizzy, and impatient. Though for what she knew not.

He settled between her legs, and she stiffened when his sword pressed down on her belly. Long, rigid, and throbbing. He moved side to side and his manhood slipped easily in the lard she’d swabbed over her woman’s flesh.

“Odin’s balls,” he muttered. “You are slick and ready.”

She opened her mouth to tell him about the grease.


Ms. Carlo had me at Viking.  I’m on a Viking/Medieval/Fantasy kick right now.  I re-watched Thor and The Avengers over the weekend and this book was a perfect fit for me.  It had Scotland, Vikings, sexy times and world that I will definitely visit again.  If you have never read a Jianne Carlo book, I highly suggest that you do.

Skatha is the kind of heroine I like in a medieval novel.  Strong, unaware of her sexuality and not afraid of the hero.  She is not a weak character by any means.  She holds the ultimate power over Brokk in more ways than one.  🙂  There are too many secrets to tell so you will have to read it to find them all out.

Brokk is out for vengeance.  He never bargained for Skatha.  He thought, kidnap her, ransom her out and he would get his sister back.  He got more than he hoped for with Skatha.  Wedding her was easy, falling in love harder.  Oh Brokk…sometimes, he needed a good swift kick but that’s what I love about historical heroes.  They can be dense at times but ultimately, they know what to do.

The world building in Malice Striker is breathtaking.  Its twist is the fantasy aspect.  Yes, I pictured Scotland with all its beauty but with the mythology thrown in the mix, it made for a better world.  I can’t wait to read about Brokk’s brothers.

If you like a historical/fantasy novel with many secrets and a breathtaking new world to immerse yourself in, I highly recommend Malice Striker.  Of course, for some reason, I kept thinking about Thor.  (which isn’t such a bad thing)






About the Author:


Award winning, author Jianne Carlo’s motto is simple: “Alpha Me Please”. While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are her forte, she goes weak in the knees for warriors of any type: rebels, SEALs, Vikings, and bad-ass mercenaries.

Send her a man with an attitude and she’ll find the right woman to tame him.

Jianne’s writing career began in 2008, and since then she’s been lucky enough to have over twenty books published. Most of her books are TOP PICKs and several have been nominated for and won awards and prizes.

Nothing makes Jianne’s day more than an email from someone who’s read one of her books. So far, she’s received emails from almost every continent on the planet. Almost…

Contact Jianne at:


Email – Jianne@jiannecarlo.com


URL – http://www.jiannecarlo.com

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Authors, Excerpt, Spotlight

Cupid’s Christmas – Bette Lee Crosby – Spotlight/Excerpt

Romance, Women’s Fiction
Title: Cupid’s Christmas
Author: Bette Lee Crosby
Date to be published – early October 2012
In a fun Christmas Romance, Cupid is charged with making certain an older couple gets the love they’ve been waiting for and a young woman who’s far too attracted to handsome men with sexy eyes finds her perfect match. And, he has to make it happen by Christmas.
In a spot somewhere between Heaven and Earth, Cupid tries to maneuver around the complications that threaten to wreck this romance as he struggles to overcome the forces of lust, jealousy and the events brought on by his nemeses—Life Management. He matched John and Eleanor some thirty years ago, but Life Management stepped in and fouled things up. Now they’re both single and back together again. But before Cupid can give them the happiness they deserve, he’s got to come up with some magic, a few miracles and a dog for John’s daughter.
If you’re a Debbie Macomber fan, you’re gonna love Cupid’s Christmas!








The problem with humans is they’re in love with love. Even worse, they’re determined to find it themselves. They stumble in and out of relationships that simply were never meant to be and then wonder why it didn’t work. Females are infinitely more complicated than males. Lindsay Gray for example, she’s dead-set on doing this her way and four times she’s ended up with the wrong male. She’s the kind of female who makes my job a nightmare.


Contrary to popular belief, love isn’t a result of me shooting an arrow into some human’s heart—that whole bit is a lot of hooey. I get my orders from Upstairs. The Boss gives me a rundown of matches then it’s my job to make sure the male and female get together. When things go wrong I’ve got to come up with a Plan B. Unfortunately Lindsay Gray has already used up B through E, I’m now working on Plan F and she’s dangerously close to being reclassified as Love-Challenged.


Her problem is she can’t tell love from lust. She sees a pair of heavy-lidded dark eyes, or a rippling muscle and thinks she’s in love. This started when she was only ten years old and caught sight of the boy who lived two doors down. The lad was twelve and wanted nothing to do with her, but that didn’t stop Lindsay from developing a preadolescent case of lovesickness. She followed that poor boy around like a faithful puppy until she saw him kissing Sara McLachlan. Once that happened she swore she’d never love again and she didn’t, until she was eleven.


Lindsay’s mistaken love more times than I can count, and every time it ended in a disaster. She can’t understand why this keeps happening to her, but the answer is obvious—humans with do-it-yourself determination are not equipped to identify true love. They inevitably mistake passion for love. Elizabeth Taylor is a perfect example. She refused to let me handle things, so eight times she got married and seven times she got divorced. One poor chap was killed in a plane crash before she had a chance to divorce him—that was not my doing, that unfortunate  event came from Life Management. Not one of those gents was included in Elizabeth’s plan which goes to prove what I’ve been saying.

But I’m digressing, so let me get back to the subject at hand.


One of the advantages of this job is my ability to see the future and I can tell you Lindsay’s got a lot of problems ahead of her. Problems far worse than her bad boyfriend choices. Most of those problems are coming from the guy over in Life Management. Me, I’m a lovable fellow. But Life Management—well suffice it to say he handles things like car crashes, bankruptcies and heart attacks.


Right now my primary assignment isn’t Lindsay—it’s her father and Eleanor Barrow. But if I don’t step in and take control of Lindsay’s life, she’ll ruin theirs. Eleanor and John deserve better, they’ve been waiting a long time.




This isn’t the first time for Eleanor and John Gray, they were a perfect match back in high school. If Eleanor had gone to Penn State instead of Kentucky, she and John would have had four daughters and a lifetime of happiness. I set up that first match, but once she left the North East, she was out of my region. Raymond, the fellow she married was from Seattle—North West region—and they met at the University of Kentucky—Central region. You probably know where this is going, right? She was out of my region, Raymond was out of his and my counterpart in Kentucky was busy fending off the nineteen girls who thought they were in love with the same basketball player, so Eleanor and Raymond got married and became what we call an MM. (Migratory Mistake)


Despite the fact that I’d let her down, Eleanor made the best of it. If you were standing on the outside looking in, you’d actually think she was happy. Of course I knew the truth because I go to the inside of a person’s heart—I have to, it’s my job. Eleanor was a good wife and a good mother—a bit overindulgent with Ray Junior maybe, but still a good mother. Papa Raymond was another story. It was bad enough that he had an eye for the ladies, but he also had a great fondness for beer and the business sense of a turnip. An insurance salesman who sold life insurance to everybody but himself, how crazy is that?


When Life Management stepped in and did their dirty work, Raymond got an illness nobody wants and it was two years before they finally gave the okay for him to die. Eleanor took care of him that whole time and once he was gone, she worked two jobs so Ray Junior could go on to college.


Eleanor’s a woman with a big heart, lots of grit and steadfast determination, which is fortunate because when it comes to dealing with Lindsay Gray, she’s gonna need all of it. If Eleanor’s got a flaw it’s that she’s blind to the faults of those she loves, which is why Ray Junior is such a problem.

Author Bio: 


Award-winning novelist Bette Lee Crosby brings the wit and wisdom of her Southern Mama to works of fiction—the result is a delightful blend of humor, mystery and romance along with a cast of quirky charters who will steal your heart away.

Born in Detroit and raised in a plethora of states scattered across the South and Northeast, Crosby originally studied art and began her career as a packaging designer. When asked to write a few lines of copy for the back of a pantyhose package, she discovered a love for words that was irrepressible. After years of writing for business, she turned to works of fiction and never looked back. “Storytelling is in my blood,” Crosby laughingly admits, “My mom was not a writer, but she was a captivating storyteller, so I find myself using bits and pieces of her voice in most everything I write.”

Crosby’s work was first recognized in 2006 when she received The National League of American Pen Women Award for a then unpublished manuscript. Since that, she has gone on to win several more awards, including another NLAPW award, three Royal Palm Literary Awards, the FPA President’s Book Award Gold Medal and most recently the 2011 Reviewer’s Choice Award and Reader’s View Southeast Fiction Literary Award.

Her published works to date are: Cracks in the Sidewalk (2009), Spare Change (2011), The Twelfth Child (2012), and Life in the Land of IS (2012).  Life in the Land of IS is a memoir written for Lani Deauville, a woman the Guinness Book of Records lists as the world’s longest living quadriplegic.

Crosby newest novel Cupid’s Christmas is scheduled for release in early October and following that, What Matters Most will be released in early 2013.


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