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Wednesday 6 November 2024

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: ​Vicious Heart [Desert Kings MC 02] by Candi Scott!



I never thought that anything in my life could be more important than the MC. But that was before Archer was murdered, before Riley came to Dry Valley …

Now I have to smoke out a murderer and keep Riley safe. Nothing else matters. The second someone puts his hands on her, I go full Savage.

I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from me.

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Author bio:

Candi Scott is the ultra steamy pen name for award winning author Leslie Scott.

Author of Two Hearts, One Stone and the Black Water Magic Series, Leslie Scott has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. The happier the ending, the better. Currently, she lives and writes amidst her own happily ever after with her soul mate, son, and domestic zoo. http://www.lesliescottwrites.com



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Tuesday 5 November 2024

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger by Elsa Jacobs!


Excerpt!

   We stroll through the twinkling lights of the fair, carefree. The summer wind makes the skirt of my dress flutter around me. Kai is silent until he comes to a halt in front of a shooting booth with yellow metallic ducks that pass by on a conveyor belt. The sound of shots fired rings out, adding to the lively atmosphere of the fair.
   “I said I’d get you a teddy bear, right?” Kai says.
   I often get lost in my thoughts, but Kai brings me back to the present. We’re at a colorful booth with carnival music blaring nearby.
   The ducks move quickly, rendering it a challenging task, but he makes it look easy. He handles the air gun and hits his target with ease, leaving me in awe, yet not surprised by his skills. The yellow metal ducks make a loud clatter as they fall.
   “You’re talented,” I say.
   “I’ve had lots of practice.”
   “You’ve often murdered metal ducks?”
   His face twists, and his eyelids flutter. I think he’s trying not to laugh. “No.”
   “So, your practice is only subjective,” I say with a finger raised.
   His eyebrow arches, and I embrace the moment. At the fair with a criminal who appears happy to hand me a fluffy blue bear. He has a glow of sweetness in his eyes. I gasp as my heart sits in my throat and my legs weaken.
   I’d give the moon in guarantee to know what he’s thinking right now.
   “Do you want to try?” he asks, holding out the gleaming silver gun. The short sleeve of his black shirt wrinkles with the movement.
   My heart beats faster as I gaze at the sleek metal weapon in his hand. “You’ll show me how to handle a gun?”
   “Why not? I bet you’re good.” Kai flashes me a confident smile and tosses some money to the gentleman behind the counter. With skilled hands, he loads the gun with ammunition, the sharp clicks echoing through the air.
   “Good?” I repeat, my chest swelling with a small spark of pride at his words.
   He puts the gun in my hands and stands behind me, his frame caging me, yet not touching me. His warm hands gently guide mine into position on the grip, his unshaven cheek brushing mine. My heart races at the coarse feel on my skin.
   His intense gaze fixes on the targets ahead, deadly serious. I steal a few seconds to admire him before he lowers my hands. “Take a deep breath, and when you reach the end of the exhale, squeeze the trigger.” The faintest hint of a smirk plays on his lips as he looks back at me. And time stops.
   We lock gazes for a moment until the gentleman’s throat clearing interrupts us. “Are you ready to shoot, honey?”
   Kai’s gaze shifts to the man, shooting him a fierce glare. “Who do you think you’re calling ‘honey,’ huh?”
   The man takes a step back, his hands raised in front of him. “Just a saying, man. Sorry.”
   I narrow my eyes at Kai. “You scared him.”
   He sneers in response before whispering, “Come on. Play along or I might have to shoot him for real.”

Have you ever wished to run away from your life?

Start anew and leave everything bad behind…

Marianne, a young woman hungry for a fresh start, can’t wait for her beach house getaway. But her plans take an unexpected turn when she picks up a mysterious hitchhiker on the way.

The irresistible stranger is the sole heir of a Japanese *organization*, and despite Marianne’s own anxiety struggles, she can’t say no to someone in need. As they travel together, swapping past traumas and dreams, love sparks. To heal her troubled mind, she must embrace her true desires, no matter how twisted they seem.

But as love deepens, an enemy from the man’s past threatens to pull them apart. In the midst of looming danger, Marianne must choose between sticking to her anxious ways or diving into the unknown for true love.

Get ready for a wild ride where each page brings new revelations and perils, leading to a destination unlike any other.


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Author bio:

I’m Elsa Jacobs, an indie author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense/thriller. I write unique love stories with a substantial amount of twists, turns, and spices.

Let me tell you how it all started. A few years back, I was battling brutal insomnia that just wouldn’t quit. Nights were a blur of characters and plots swirling around in my head, refusing to let me catch some shut-eye. It was maddening. Writing became my escape hatch—I had to get these stories out of my head.

In less than a year, I wrote four drafts, all because I needed an outlet for the chaos that was keeping me up at night. Publishing wasn’t even on my radar; I just needed some peace of mind. But then, something unexpected happened. I sent a chapter to an editor, not really expecting much to come of it.

But instead of a brush-off, I found myself teaming up with that editor to bring my first novel to life.

It was a game-changer. That’s when I decided to take the plunge and share the rest of my drafts, bit by bit, with the world.

My stories might have been born out of sleepless nights, but they’ve become my sanctuary, and I hope they become yours too.

Cheers,

Elsa.

Monday 4 November 2024

Book Blitz & Giveaway: The Perpetual [Tennent Surf 01] by Cindy Kehagiaras!


Shelly is a disciplined, schedule-loving attorney whose has written an internationally beloved romance novel based on an affair she had in the 1990s, her early twenties, with sexy, nomadic, professional surfer, Jason Mattis, whom she only saw once a year for five years in a row.

When Jason shows up to her book signing in 2019, she must come to terms with the fact that their chemistry is still as hot as it was thirty years ago. Before they can explore any rekindling, he gets a phone call that pulls Shelly into a part of his life that was previously unknown to her, involving an oil heiress, a Central American gangster and his menopausal wife, an antique crucifix, a group of women who are kindred spirits, and the undeniable attraction to Jason after all those years.

The Perpetual will make you believe in second chances at love, female friendship bonds, untapped personal strength and feeling sexy at any age.
The Perpetual won the coveted “Stiletto Award” for Contemporary Romance in 2023 and made the semi finals in the BBNYA Independent Book Awards in 2024.
This is Book One in the “Tennent Surf” series and this version is MY EDITS.


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Author bio:

🏆"The Perpetual," my over 40-second chance romance, has won the coveted "Stiletto Award" by Contemporary Romance Writers in the Mid-length Contemporary Romance category.

BIO: My writing journey began after my 50th birthday, and the pandemic lockdown allowed me to write. Some of my stories have haunted my dreams for decades. When the characters shouted day and night, I knew I had to write about them. These days I love to read and write stories about second chances with GenX characters in over 40, later in life, and mature steamy romances.

My previous lives have been in advertising, fashion, and small business owner. I've made it my life’s ambition to push through the challenges of dyslexia to consume novels, poetry, and articles and tell my stories.

A proud native Californian, I live in Hermosa Beach, CA, with my husband of 17 years, two beautiful kids, and two spunky-rescue kitties.

Please find me on all social media platforms.

https://linktr.ee/cindykehstories

Sunday 3 November 2024

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Ultimate Justice [K-9 Special Ops 03] by Tee O’ Fallon!


Excerpt!

   “Evan arched a brow. Liar. The woman looked anything but happy.
   Her knuckles were white where she had her long blond braid in a death grip, and the smooth skin over her carotid pulsed rapidly. She shot what he could swear was a panicked look at the door. Bottom line…Marlie Foxe looked ready to bolt faster than a deer on opening day of hunting season.
   Her deep blue gaze met his, and he was struck by the sad, haunted look in hers. He’d seen that look. It was the same one he’d seen in the mirror on his own face and those of his parents in the days and months after Gracie disappeared. He wondered if it would ever stop.
   Now, for the first time in twenty-four years, he was, potentially, on the verge of discovering the answer to his family’s burning question: what happened to their daughter, his sister?
   If only he wasn’t exhausted. Make that totally beat to shit. He’d barely slept, and then only because he’d had to.
   In the two days he’d been waiting to interview Noah, he’d fully briefed his SAIC—Special Agent in Charge—the FBI director via Zoom, the U.S. Attorney’s Office in Denver, gotten an arrest warrant for Francis Manello and served another search warrant at the man’s house. He and a team of agents had tossed the house from top to bottom. Forensics was dumping every scrap of information on Manello’s computer, but all Evan could think about was that Polaroid. He still couldn’t believe it, but it was her—Gracie—wearing the same pink shirt she’d had on the last time he’d seen her. Guilt squeezed his heart tighter than a bank vault door.
   Focus, dammit! Focus!
   “Blue, come.” He hitched his head to the dog who’d been his partner for more than four years.
   As Blue trotted to the bed, Evan pointed, and his dog situated himself between Marlie and the bed and rested his head on the edge of the mattress.
   Despite Blue’s size, Marlie didn’t cringe or back away.
   “Can I pet him?” Noah looked at Evan expectantly.
   “You bet. That’s what I brought him for.” Pretty much every kid Noah’s age wanted a dog. A dog’s attention and comfort were great for improving emotional health, especially after a traumatic experience. The only thing necessary was for the dog to be gentle and friendly, which Blue was. Except when hunting down a homicidal felon.
   It wasn’t quite a smile, but the corners of Marlie’s pink, full lips lifted a fraction as she watched Noah pet Blue. She had the most interesting face he’d ever seen. Heart-shaped. Yet it was her eyes that drew him in. Eyes were the windows to the soul, and he wondered about hers.
   “He likes having his ears stroked,” Evan said, casting a glance over his shoulder. The good doctor, who looked eerily like an undertaker, would be back soon with those extra chairs. Noah didn’t like the man. Getting him out the door, even for a few minutes, seemed like a stellar idea.
   Blue leaned into the boy’s hand and groaned like he’d just scarfed down a meaty T-bone. The deep rumble in the back of Blue’s throat made Noah giggle. He hadn’t quite reached adolescence and still had the high-pitched voice of youth.
   “Do you like dogs?” he asked, taking the first step in his forensic interview of the boy: establishing rapport.
   He nodded.
   In the interest of not towering over the bed, Evan sat in the vacant chair, leaving Kinnemara, the FBI’s Office for Victim Assistance advocate, standing quietly by the door.
   Normally, he’d approach any interview with methodical calm, but that Polaroid of his sister made him feel like a powder keg with a little fuse. He wanted to trash protocol and dive right in. With children, rushing in too quickly could be disastrous. “Did you ever have a dog before?”
   Noah shook his head, his attention still focused on Blue. “I wanted one, but Sheila and Mike—my foster parents—wouldn’t let me.”
   No surprise there. Noah Lund’s background check had included his former foster parents. Sheila and Mike Hamilton had been too busy peddling drugs out their back door to care about anyone else. He’d bet they’d only taken Noah in to get state money for fostering a child. The state’s screening process was seriously flawed.
   More like, seriously sucked.
   Evan caught Marlie scrutinizing him. The haunted look in her eyes had been replaced by something else. Suspicion. Still drilling him with those piercing blue eyes, she rested a hand on Noah’s shoulder, telling him something else—North Metro’s custodian was protective of the boy. Somehow, in the span of only two days, they’d formed a bond, one he needed to be cautious of. Perhaps, take advantage of.
   “Do you like baseball?” The kid’s pjs were baseball-themed.
   “Yeah.” Noah kept petting Blue.
   “Me too. I played in school.”
   Finally, the boy looked up. “What position?”
   “Centerfield. You?”
   Noah shrugged. “Don’t know. Never played on a team. Just with Caleb.”
   “Who’s Caleb?” He already knew the kid had no siblings and no other blood relatives the state was aware of.
   “My friend. I think he got caught. He—”
   Caught?
   Squealing came from the hallway as Dr. Strobie wheeled in two more chairs, positioning one beside Evan’s and leaving the other at the foot of the bed for Kinnemara.
   Strobie sat and scooted his chair closer. Noah stopped petting Blue and tugged the sheet on his lap higher, gripping it tightly in his fists, as if forming a protective shield. The kid really didn’t like the hospital shrink. If he could eject the doc from the room, he gladly would. The man’s presence had the same effect as slapping a strip of duct tape over the boy’s mouth. Strobie had also procured a legal-size notepad and sat poised with a ballpoint pen in his hand.
   This guy was a pain in the ass. The best way to establish rapport and trust with a child was to show them you were listening and that you cared. 
   Not by writing down every word.

Some truths are worth dying for.

While tracking down an escaped felon, FBI Special Agent Evan McGarry and his K-9, Blue, uncover a smoking hot lead on the location of dozens of missing children―including Evan's own sister. The shocking discovery reopens cold cases throughout Colorado, along with painful wounds and the heartbreaking guilt Evan's kept buried for decades.

Three years ago, hospital custodian Marlie Foxe's world imploded, causing her to cut herself off from the world. But when one of the missing boys turns up at her hospital, he only allows Marlie to get close. Now, Evan needs her help with the boy―and he won't take no for an answer. When she finally agrees to work with him, Evan suspects there's more to the woman than she's letting on. She's hiding something. The question is what.

As Evan and Marlie unearth a cult targeting runaways, they're forced to confront not only dangerous criminals but the truths they've both been avoiding―including the blistering passion they can no longer deny. But when more children disappear, they'll have to risk more than just their hearts.


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Author bio:

Tee O'Fallon is the author of the Federal K-9 Series and the NYPD Blue & Gold Series. Tee has been a federal agent for twenty-three years and is now a police investigator, giving her hands-on experience in the field of law enforcement that she combines with her love of romantic suspense. When not writing, Tee enjoys cooking, gardening, chocolate, lychee martinis, and spending time with her Belgian Sheepdogs Loki and Kyrie. Tee loves hearing from readers and can be contacted via her website https://teeofallon.com where you can also sign up for Tee’s newsletters.

Saturday 2 November 2024

Blog Tour & Giveaway: A Temptress For the Troll [Monster Match 03] by Rose Kent!


Excerpt!

Kate

   “One more pinch of toad wart, a sprinkle of dried rosemary, and a dash of dragon's breath. That should do it, Kate.” Cassie smiled as she wiped her hands on her blue apron adorned with flying cats and dogs.
   The aroma of herbs filled the shop, mingling with the sound of fire crackling in the background. The arrival of autumn was sudden and fierce, like a train barreling through our small town of Denny Bay.
   I watched Cassie work her magic. She has improved a great deal since we started brewing together. I’d helped her hone her skills, and she had helped me with my newfound powers of channeling nature. “You forgot one ingredient.” I laughed while reaching for a jar of shimmering moon dust on the top shelf. As I sprinkled it into the bubbling cauldron, the potion let out a soft hum and bubbled with a shimmering sheen.
   “Oh, flying broomsticks! I always forget the moon dust.” She frowned as she shook her head. Cassie’s blonde, wavy hair sparkled in the warm glow of the fire. “I’ll remember next time.”
   "Don’t worry about it, Cass. We all have those moments," I reassured her with a grin, knowing that her overabundance of excitement for everything she did could lead her to overlook the finer details. Cassie was always moving faster than everyone else. Her wit outmatched most, and her ability to care for nature had always been something I admired.
   "It smells perfect," Cassie said, taking a deep breath in through her nose. She had been brewing the potion for a few months now, perfecting the recipe as we gained a reputation as the go-to place for anyone in need of a little extra joy in their life.
   She carefully poured the potion into small vials, labeling them with neat handwriting. Each one was unique, tailored to the individual who had requested it. Some were for heartache, others for anxiety or stress. Whatever the ailment, we had a potion for it.
   Working with Cassie had become more than just brewing potions with my bestie. We had a true partnership. We blended our unique talents to create something truly magical for the supernatural folk of Denny Bay and beyond. I was just so thrilled. She was happy, and I was happy, and now we could grow the business together like Gram would have wanted.
   “This should last the rest of the week. Maybe you should take some time off. I can’t imagine your new husband loves being alone most days.”
   “Wilder knows I’m committed to the shop and to Monster Match,” Cassie said with a smile. “But he does ask me to come home as soon as I can before I even step off the castle’s grounds.”
   “That sounds about right. I think you should take the rest of the week off. This is our slow time.”
   “It won’t be that slow. Our busiest week is coming up,” Cassie said with an excited grin.
   “It’s over a month away. If it’s Halloween you’re talking about.” I laughed.
   “You know it’s my favorite time of year. I can’t help but love all the decorations, the pumpkin spice muffins, and let’s not forget Mabel’s famous pumpkin pie, which will be on display at the fair in only a few weeks.”
   “Oh, Cass, you crack me up. Take the week off. It’s only September. We have plenty of time for all of that.”
   Cassie paused to consider my suggestion, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take a little break," she finally conceded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I could use some quality time with Wilder, and maybe even plan a little surprise for him."
   I chuckled at her obvious eagerness. "Oh, I can only imagine what kind of surprise you have in mind. Just promise me it won't involve any love potions this time."
   Cassie feigned innocence, batting her eyelashes playfully. "Who, me? Use a love potion on my own husband? Perish the thought! Lesson learned." Her face reddened as her mind likely drifted off to an embarrassing moment. One that I hoped she didn’t share.

Kate always had a soft spot for the misunderstood and the lonely. As the founder of Monster Match, the premiere matchmaking service for creatures of the night, she took pride in helping vampires, werewolves, sasquatches, and ghosts find their mates. But her latest client would be her most challenging yet.

Grug the troll was a 7-foot, awkward yet gentle giant who loved poetry, daisies, and long walks through the cemetery. After centuries alone under his bridge, he was ready to find love. But female trolls were notoriously picky. Kate would have to dig deep and think outside the crypt to find Grug's perfect match.
Things take a dark turn when Kate discovers that several female trolls who used Monster Match have gone missing. As she investigates, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous underworld of troll politics, ancient curses, and deadly secrets. With Grug's help, Kate must solve the mystery before more lady trolls disappear. Will Kate find Grug a match before he gives up on love forever?


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Author bio:

Step into the supernatural world crafted by Rose Kent, me, the daring alter ego of a passionate science teacher, devoted mom, and proud pet owner. Within my paranormal, fantasy romance stories you will find a fiery mix of lust, love, and magic. I work hard to weave vivid tales of forbidden love, uncomfortable angst, pulse-pounding action, and otherworldly creatures that will keep you hooked from the very first page. Come join me on a wild ride through the realm of the supernatural, where passion and the unknown collide to create a truly magical reading experience.

Thursday 31 October 2024

Release Day Blitz: Rattlin' Bones [Royal Bastards MC: Las Vegas, NV 04] by Nikki Landis!


Fear what hides in the shadows ...

Skel:
It’s supposed to be a simple job—a request from my new president to scout a potential business.

The strip club in Vegas is nothing special, as routine as any other in the City of Sin. But when I walk in the door, I find a curvy blonde fighting off an overeager, handsy customer.

I step in, sweeping her into my arms and issuing a warning to anyone trying to force themselves on a woman. Lacey isn’t grateful. She’s pissed.

When I leave, I can’t stop thinking about her. She intrigues me. It only takes a few seconds to realize she’s just the type of woman I would fall for. Lacey is heaven on the eyes and hell on the heart.

She’s wrong in every way: too young, troubled, on the opposite side of the law, and hiding a secret that could shatter the new club I joined.

I should stay away.

But I can’t. I have to follow her home, ensuring she’s safe. Something isn’t right when I park my bike. Busting down her door, I stop a vicious attack, saving Lacey’s life. Her enemy? It’s the same one my club has declared war against.

Now, Lacey is mine to protect, and I won’t let anyone harm her. She’s got secrets, but I do, too.

It’s almost Halloween. All the spooky, creepy things that play on the devil’s night? I command them.

She has no idea how vicious I’ll become to end every threat against her and the club. I’m unleashing the monster within, and he’s got a ravenous appetite.


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Author bio:

Nikki Landis is a romance enthusiast, tea addict, and book hoarder. She's the USA Today Bestselling Author of over fifty novels, including her widely popular Tonopah, NV RBMC series. She writes wickedly fierce, spicy romances featuring dirty talkin' bikers, deadly, possessive reapers, wild bad boys, and the feisty, independent women they love. She's a mom to six sons, two of them Marines. Books are her favorite escape. Nikki also writes steamy alien and monster romance under the pen name Synna Star.


Wednesday 30 October 2024

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Chase the Dark [Steel & Stone 01] by Annette Marie!


Excerpt!

   Piper dropped to her knees beside the vent and listened to the sound of claws on metal. A soft thump came from the other side of the wall.
   She looked up. She was sitting right outside Ash’s room. The dragonet had run straight to Daddy.
   Unmoving, Piper contemplated the door. Ash was somewhere behind it. Was he asleep? What were the chances she could sneak in and retrieve the ring box without him noticing?
   She considered it for half a second. Yeah, zero.
   Before she could come up with a better plan, the door popped open. Framed in the threshold, Ash looked toward the sitting room. Then he glanced down, saw her sitting at his feet, and blinked.
   Piper shot up, struggling to keep her gaze on his face. He wore a loose, sleeveless shirt that clung to the planes of his chest and left the sweep of heavy muscles on his arms bare, his fair skin flawlessly smooth in the shadows. The only other thing he wore was black cotton pants.
   With a soft chirp, the dragonet hopped off the doorframe and landed on his shoulder, its golden eyes trained on Piper.
   “What are you doing?” Ash asked, breaking the oh-so-awkward silence.
   Piper shivered as his deep tones slid through her. How did his voice do that? Fear tickled her stomach, reminding her that she’d never been alone with him before.
   Drawing herself up, she looked him square in the eye. “Your dragonet snuck into my room and stole something from me.”
   His eyes held hers, and his gray irises dimmed to the color of storm clouds. Piper was abruptly aware of how dangerously close she was standing, barely a foot of space between their bodies. She was also aware of how much taller he was, the top of her head barely reaching his chin, and how his biceps were double the circumference of her arms.
   The air felt hot and electric, the hallway darker than it’d been a moment before, and adrenaline flooded her bloodstream.
   She was an idiot. Such an idiot.

Piper Griffiths wants one thing in life: To become a Consul, a keeper of the peace between humans and daemons. There are three obstacles in her way.

The first is Lyre. Incubus. Hotter than hell and with a wicked streak to match. His greatest mission in life is to annoy the crap out of her, but he isn’t as harmless as he seems. The second is Ash. Draconian. Powerful. Dangerous. He knows too much and reveals nothing. Also, disturbingly attractive — and scary. Did she mention scary?

The third is the Sahar Stone. Top secret magical weapon of mass destruction. Previously hidden in her Consulate until thieves broke in, went on a murder spree, and disappeared with the weapon.

And they left Piper to take the fall for their crimes.

Now she’s on the run, her dreams of becoming a Consul shattered and every daemon in the city gunning to kill her. She’s dead on her own, but there’s no one she can trust — no one except two entirely untrustworthy daemons … See problems one and two.


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About the Kickstarter campaign

Celebrate the 10th anniversary of Annette Marie’s gritty epic urban fantasy universe, Steel & Stone, with luxurious collector’s editions. The first of two campaigns, this one will feature the Spell Weaver trilogy and the first book in the Steel & Stone series, Chase the Dark.

The Steel & Stone universe encompasses the Spell Weaver Trilogy (three books) and the Steel & Stone Series (five books). These 10th anniversary special editions include:

  • The first book in the Steel & Stone series: Chase the Dark including all-new scenes and POVs
  • All three Spell Weaver titles: The Night Realm, The Shadow Weave, The Blood Curse
  • Iridescent foil stamping on faux-leather hardcovers
  • Four different double-sided and embossed dust jackets
  • New interior design
  • Hand-signed by Annette
  • Colored & textured endpapers
  • Sprayed/printed edges
  • Unique metal bookmark, stickers, and more! (More via stretch goals)
Author bio:

Annette Marie is the best-selling author of The Guild Codex, an expansive collection of interwoven urban fantasy series ranging from thrilling adventure to hilarious hijinks to heartrending romance. Her other works include YA urban fantasy series Steel & Stone, its prequel trilogy Spell Weaver, and romantic fantasy trilogy Red Winter.

Her first love is fantasy, while fast-paced adventures and tantalizing forbidden romances are her guilty pleasures. She lives in the frozen winter wasteland of Alberta, Canada (okay, it's not quite that bad) with her husband and their furry minion of darkness—sorry, cat—Caesar. When not writing, she can be found elbow-deep in one art project or another while blissfully ignoring all adult responsibilities.

To find out more about Annette and her books, visit www.annettemarie.ca