Monday, October 27, 2014

Last Hero Standing Book Blitz Tour

Hey gang! I'm back from a small vacation and ready to talk books! Today we have a special post from eleven authors who have come together to help raise money for a colleague stricken with breast cancer. This is a cause close to my heart because I've lost so many family members from this terrible disease. I'm touched by the unity of the author community and more than eager to help a fellow author that is in need. Please keep reading and, if possible, pick up a copy of the box set of eleven novels for only $.99 to help author Pamela Clare back on the road to a healthy life. And if you know of a friend that would love this set of books, please send her over!

Below you'll find a note from Elisabeth Naughton, a reader appreciation giveaway you can enter and an excerpt from Elisabeth's contribution to the Last Hero Standing boxset.

 Authors donate to anthology to raise money for colleague stricken with breast cancer
Eleven authors have donated their work to a box set of novellas to raise money for the medical expenses of a colleague stricken with breast cancer. The LAST HERO STANDING box set, which is set to release on Oct. 28, features 11 novels and novellas for only 99 cents, including a bonus short story from New York Times bestseller Dianna Love. All the proceeds from sales of the box set will go toward the medical expenses of USA Today bestselling author Pamela Clare, who was diagnosed with breast cancer this past April and has been unable to work since then. 


At each stop on the LAST HERO STANDING Book Blitz Tour, one of the contributing authors will be spotlighted. Today, we shine our spotlight on Elizabeth Naughton.

How has cancer touched you personally?
I was diagnosed with skin cancer twelve years ago. Luckily, my cancer was caught early and has not returned, but I’ve watched other family members battle through various forms of cancer.

Why did you participate in the LAST HERO STANDING
fundraiser for fellow author Pamela Clare?
Five years ago I found myself in the ICU with septicemia after a routine medical procedure went awry. I survived, but it was a rough recovery. For months after I was home from the hospital, I was unable to write a single word. My body was working so hard to heal that it drained my mind of every bit of creativity. Thankfully, I wasn’t the sole supporter of my household at the time, but if I had been (like Pamela), the money situation would have been an extra stress on top of everything else. I know how exhausting it is when your body is fighting to heal. If this box set can help Pamela do that without unneeded stress, then it’s one small way I can show my support for a fellow romance author.

Before topping multiple bestseller lists--including those of the New York Times, USA Today, and the Wall Street Journal--Elisabeth Naughton taught middle school science. A voracious reader, she soon discovered she had a knack for creating stories with a chemistry of their own. The spark turned into a flame, and Naughton now writes full-time. Besides topping bestseller lists, her books have been nominated for some of the industry's most prestigious awards, such as the RITA® and Golden Heart Awards from Romance Writers of America, the Australian Romance Reader Awards, and the Golden Leaf Award. When not dreaming up new stories, Naughton can be found spending time with her husband and three children in their western Oregon home. Learn more at
Author’s Website | Facebook |
Twitter | Goodreads   


Enjoy 11 emotional stories - 2000 pages filled with all types of heroes from small town to international action-adventure who earn and protect those they love. Over 360 reviews with a 4.5 star rating!!!

PLEASE NOTE: This box set will be available for ONE MONTH ONLY, and all proceeds go directly to the medical fund for box set author Pamela Clare, who is in the midst of her own battle with breast cancer. Everyone who touched this project donated their time and stories. Please help us help her by treating yourself and your friends to a box set full of great stories!


New York Times Bestseller Dianna Love
KISS THE ENEMY, a Slye Temp novel 
"It seems with each book, this series gets better..." 

New York Times Bestseller Cynthia Eden
“Plenty of passion to fan yourself but also enough make you swoon.” –So Many Reads 

New York Times Bestseller Elisabeth Naughton
FIRST EXPOSURE, an Aegis Security prequel novella 
“This series is off to an explosive start.” 

New York Times Bestseller Joan Swan
SINFUL DECEPTION, a Renegades novel 
"Another fast-paced, action-packed, sexy Covert Affairs story!" 

New York Times Bestseller Bonnie Vanak
"Highly recommend to anyone who likes steamy, sexy novels." 

USA Today Bestseller Pamela Clare
FIRST STRIKE, an I-Team novella 
“If you’re a fan of romantic suspense, you must read Pamela Clare!” 

USA Today Bestseller Mary Buckham
INVISIBLE FEARS, an Invisible Recruits novel 
“The powerful descriptive ability this author displays raises the bar for Urban Fantasy!” 

USA Today Bestseller Adrienne Giordano
THE EVASION, a Justifiable Cause Novella 
"Adrienne Giordano delivers everything romantic suspense readers want…" 

USA Today Bestseller Norah Wilson 
NIGHTFALL, A Vampire Romance Novel 
" edge of your seat series." 

Award-Winning Author Stephanie Rowe
ICE, an Alaska Heat novel 
“ICE delivers pulse-pounding chills and hot romance!” 

Award-winning Author Tracey Devlyn
LATYMER, a Nexus novella 
"Powerful…and gripping."


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FIRST EXPOSURE - Elisabeth Naughton

“I’ve seen your movies, princess. You’re not that good an actress.”
Now this was the Cade Blackwell Avery remembered. A smart-ass to his core. At one point, she’d found that charming. Now all it did was piss her off. She might not know how to deal with Mr. Dark and Dangerous, but she knew how to deal with Mr. Smart-ass.
“Brace yourself, Blackwell.”
He looked up. His eyes narrowed. But before he could ask what she meant, she straddled his lap, slid her fingers along the scruff of his jaw, and tipped his face toward hers.
Heat sparked in his eyes, and between her thighs, his body tensed. “Avery—”
Victory pulsed through her. She’d caught him off guard. Perfect.
Dipping her head, she pressed her lips to his, cutting off his words. Warmth spread across her own mouth and threatened to distract her, but she refocused on her goal and inched closer, bringing their bodies into full contact. His breath caught, and she felt the surprise ricochet through him, so she did it again, this time pressing her half-exposed breasts against his chest.
His hands landed at her waist but didn’t move. His masculine scent rose in the air around her, making her lightheaded, but she kissed him again and reminded herself she was proving a point. Then she waited for the moment he let her in.
Not a very good actress? Bullshit. She was going to make him eat those words.
She tilted her head the other way. Brushed her lips against his again. His fingers dug into the corset at her hips. He was fighting it. Fighting her. It was time to play dirty.

 Thank you so much for stopping in today. An an author I know the power of a story and understand how a good book can help others go through hard times. Have you read Pamela Clare's books? Do you have a faveorite? Step into the comment section and share. We'd love to hear from you!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Review & Giveaway Featruing The Purest of the Breed by Tracy Tappan

Author Tracy Tappan is with us today for a review of her second book titled, The Purest of the Breed, the second in her The Community series. Below you'll find all the details on how to get your copy, how to enter the author's awesome giveaway and my thoughts on the book. And best of excerpt! Happy reading!

The Purest of the Breed
(The Community Series #2) by Tracy Tappan

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Amazon ASIN: B00LD9IL1W
SBN13: 9780991261338
Book Length: 324 pages
Publisher: B. Reed Publishing (Indie)

THE PUREST OF THE BREED, Book Two in The Community Series

Plagued by enemies from above and below ground, a group of Vârcolac warriors fight a desperate battle to keep their secret town safe from invasion

A different place to find her dreams…

The night Marissa Bonaventure is saved from vicious kidnappers by special operative, Dev Nichita, her life is changed in ways she never could have imagined. Brought to the safety of an underground “research institute,” she’s offered a hefty sum of money to stay on and work for a year, money that will allow her to fulfill her lifelong dream of owning a restaurant. But the surreal events that unfold in the strange community of Ţărână soon make her wonder if all is what it seems. When the shocking truth about Dev is exposed, Marissa faces an impossible decision. She loves Dev deeply, but committing to a Vârcolac is a forever proposition, and the only way she can be with Dev will require her to throw away her one chance to redeem a miserable past.

The man he wants to be…

The night Dev Nichita rescues Marissa from the claws of the Om Rău demon race, he knows she’s meant to be his mate. Lying to her about his true nature feels wrong, but he needs time to make her fall in love with him before he reveals that he’s a different breed of human being. When that secret finally comes out, their relationship is shattered in ways Dev hadn’t predicted. A 100-year-old betrayal rises up to endanger their future together—devastating every member of his family—and Dev’s own angry withdrawal becomes a nearly insurmountable obstacle. Then the Topside Om Rău enemy threatens a catastrophic breach of the hidden community, and Dev must call upon all his power as he races against the clock to save the most important people in his life.

** THE PUREST OF THE BREED is a dark paranormal romance. It contains profanity and strong adult situations.

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My Thoughts:

What an adrenaline rush!

At first I was a little confused by all the foreign words used in the reference to people in the book, but the author did a good job of using it in a way that I was able to quickly catch on. Once I did, which was about chapter three, the reading pace picked up and I couldn't put the book down. The author wrote a very gritty, well paced dark paranormal romance. The tension and angst between the hero, Dev, and the heroine, Marissa, added to the unique adventure forcing me to keep flipping the pages.

I found this book to be very uniquely written and, surprisingly enough, that's hard to do with so many books available in the genre. Ms. Tappan kept to each characters personalities enriching the power of the story further.

The Purest of the Breed can be read out of order, but I feel that if I would have read the first, The Bloodline War, I might have understood the foreign references in this book quicker. One thing is for certain though, there's no way I'm not going back to read the first with how exquisitely exhausted the second left me! And the romance you ask? Sizzling hot and heart melting all in one! Yeah, this one has it all!

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June, 2:36 a.m.

     Marissa Bonaventure sat bolt upright in bed. Wood cracked and splintered, a door banged, furniture scraped. She gulped for air, her heart galloping in her chest. A hovering silence followed. She waited, the thundering of her heart trying to outrun her fast breathing, but there was only silence. Okay, Jesus… She squeezed her lids tight then peeled them open again. Only a nightmare. She blinked groggily at the dim numbers on her digital clock—2:36 a.m.—her mind slowly registering that she’d only been asleep for about an hour. She’d worked late cooking at Bleu Boheme restaurant tonight, some lactose intolerant asshole endlessly chewing her ear off about all of the cheese on the menu. Well, yes, sir, this is a French restaurant, after all, and generally—  
A gruff voice growled a command, and then her roommate, Lila, started screaming. Holy frick! Not a nightmare. 
There were men in her apartment!
Coming fully awake on a searing blast of adrenaline, Marissa vaulted for the cordless phone on her nightstand. Her wildly groping fingers knocked the receiver out of its holder and sent it skidding across the thin synthetic carpet. “Oh, God, crap.” She threw herself after the phone, and crashed off her mattress, the sheets tangled around her legs. Air drove from her lungs. “Crap,” she gasped again. “Crap.” Darts of pain shot through her elbow.
The report of heavy boots in the hallway vibrated through the floor beneath her, the footsteps thundering toward her bedroom. Panic shot through her stomach and clawed up her spine. She stretched one arm toward the phone by her hamper, scooting her body across the floor like an epileptic caterpillar trapped in its cocoon.
The door slammed open.
She jerked to a sitting position, her heart lurching to a dead halt. A broad-shouldered shadow loomed into her doorway, the light from her digital clock offering only a vague impression of dark, baggy clothing, the cut of a hard jaw…and the most sinister eyes she’d ever seen in her life. A scream launched up her throat but stuck there, unable to make it past the strangulation of terror gripping her larynx.
“In here!” the intruder shouted down the hall, his head turning to reveal what looked like stripes of gangrene on his jaw. No…a black flame tattoo.
Another man entered, and her mouth sagged. And she thought Gangrene Face’s shoulders had been broad. The man who’d just shoved into her room was twice as big, his shoulders size Incredible Hulk, and a hundred times scarier. She saw him clearly as the lights from a Navy helicopter on its weary way home to NAS North Island raked through her organza curtains like a prison searchlight. A body clothed in a black leather jacket and dark cargo pants was revealed, along with the man’s shaved head, sporting tattoos—same black flames as Gangrene—climbing from above his ears to the top of his bald head. He looked like an Aryan Nation sociopath, brutal and violent and…what could he possibly want with her?
He stalked toward her, and her stomach iced. She scuttled sideways against the wall like a crab, her teeth set in a grimace, her eyes darting toward her bedroom window. Only a few feet away, but…five floors down equaled lots of bone breakage on the streets of San Diego. 
“She must be the bit o’ skirt we’re lookin’ for,” Gangrene told Hulk in a British accent which really didn’t fit this scenario.
Hulk drew up right in front of her, six-feet-umpteen-inches of darkness, chilling, ruthless power emanating from him.
She kicked violently at the jail of her sheets and found a scream, finally, belting it out as loud as she could.
“Shut your gob,” Hulk snarled.
Like a genie being commanded into its bottle, her voice obeyed immediately and rammed back down her throat. Yes, yes, upsetting a man like this is an extremely bad idea.
He reached for her.
She pressed backward so hard, she wondered the drywall didn’t crack against her spine.
Grabbing her shoulders, Hulk jerked her out of the wrap of her sheets and onto her feet, the violence of the gesture jolting a cry past her lips. With a bruising grip still on her upper arm, Hulk hauled her at a stumbling pace from her bedroom into the hallway.
“Please,” she gasped, hot tears spilling down her face. “What do you want from me?”
They passed her roommate’s bedroom, and Marissa glimpsed Lila peeking out from behind the door, a bed sheet wrapped toga-style around her body. Not such a good night to get caught sleeping in the nude.
Lila’s lips trembled. “Oh, Marissa,” she breathed.
Her roommate’s you’re doomed tone turned Marissa’s legs to pudding, just, squish, down she went onto her knees.
Hulk made a guttural sound of impatience and yanked her to her feet again.
“P-please,” she stammered. “D-Don’t hurt me, please.” She pulled against his hold, but it was like trying to stop a Kodiak bear. Her feet skidded along the length of the hallway, carpet burning the soles of her feet.
“Cow,” Hulk snarled. So much for not upsetting the man. He tossed her over his shoulder, the chains on his biker jacket biting into her skin through the thin fabric of her pajamas. The rounded position of her back pulled painfully at her spine, and she choked on her next breath. The fragility of her body, something she usually so successfully ignored, roared dead-center into her consciousness. Panic greyed the sides of her vision at the feel of hard, solid muscles beneath her. This man was massive. He could do anything to her, anything, and she’d be utterly helpless to stop him.
“Lila!” Marissa screamed, more tears dripping off her nose. “Call 911!”
“Oh, shit!” Lila lurched out from behind her door.
With a careless backhand, Hulk swatted Lila across the mouth, the blow, shockingly, lifting Lila off her feet and rocketing her all the way back onto her bed. She thumped onto her mattress with a frightened cry, her makeshift toga breezing above her waist and her legs flinging wide, giving everyone a full-on shot of her muff.
Gangrene leered at the sight. “Hang about, Mürk. I want to give this one a stuffin’.”
“There’s no time,” Hulk—apparently, Mürk—retorted. “We’ve got to leg it, Tëer, everyone else is at the warehouse by now.”
Tëer grumbled something foul, but tramped out of the apartment along with Mürk, thankfully for Lila’s virtue, and got into the elevator.
Fingers tangled into the back of Mürk’s jacket, Marissa prayed for some late night partier to come home conveniently now and find her upended on this behemoth’s shoulder. She filled her lungs with a potential scream just in case, but no such luck. The parking lot was equally Judgment Day deserted and dark. The scratching together of palm fronds in a mild June breeze was the only sound besides the clomp of both men’s heavy boots on the asphalt.
They stopped at a rusted-out blue Honda Civic, one headlight-eyeball dangling from the front by wiry veins, and then screech, metallic hinges wailed for oil as Mürk hauled open the trunk. He flung Marissa off his shoulder with all the care he’d show a dead body, and—the trunk!
She fastened cat claws into his T-shirt and clambered back up his body. “No!”
He peeled her off and thrust her toward the dark opening again. 
She crammed her foot against the edge of the trunk, the metal sharp and cold against her bare flesh. “Don’t put me in there!”
With a growl, he folded her into a ball and slammed her inside. 
Ribs met spare tire in a dizzying blast of pain. Her spine throbbed. She wheezed a breath and shoved upright, ignoring the pinpricks of light sparkling across the field of her vision. 
With a palm on her shoulder, Mürk rammed her back down. “Bloody hell,” he hissed. 
“Not in the trunk!” She opened her mouth to yell for— He stuffed a ball gag into it, then flipped her onto her stomach. The stench of brake fluid assaulted her nostrils; a lug wrench ground into her cheek. Liquid fear clutched her lower belly as Mürk secured the strap of the ball gag tight against the back of her head, then bound her wrists.
She bucked and flailed, whipping herself back over. She gnashed on her ball gag and tried to scream around it. Not in a trunk!
“Stop throwin’ a benny, you split arse.” Mürk’s gaze was tundra cold, black as the end of the world.
She sobbed in panic, her nostrils pinching and releasing, pinching and releasing. She couldn’t breathe! She kicked her legs up.
“You keep givin’ me trouble, ducky, and I’ll sock you in the turnip so many times you’ll never find your way back from ugly, savvy?” His voice was deep and dark like first generation Hell, but also incongruously laced with that touch of British culture. He braced a hand on the open lid of the trunk, his Guns & Roses T-shirt hiking up to reveal a peek of gnarled scar on his belly. Somebody had tried to gut this maniac jerk? Shocking!      
The trunk lid started to come down…
She shook her head wildly at him, trying to scream again, her chest and throat tightening.
He slammed the lid shut, interring her in black. She thrashed her head from side to side, her heartbeat erratic, her eyes bugging and rolling as she tried to see anything…anything...


Tracy is the award-winning author of gritty romance, her books spanning genres across paranormal (The Community series), military suspense (The Wings of Gold series), and Historical (The Baron’s War trilogy). During nearly twenty-five years spent as a military wife, she lived all over the United States and in Europe, enjoying seven years overseas in the diplomatic community, first in Rome then in Madrid, until she settled back in San Diego. Tracy holds a master’s degree in Marriage, Family, and Child Counseling, and has used this background to create a fan-based website called The Character Couch, where romance’s favorite couples are brought into a fun session with therapist, Regan Malloy. Her debut paranormal novel, THE BLOODLINE WAR, is a Bronze Medal winner for romance of the prestigious Independent Publishers Book Award (IPPY). 

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