Going Hero Deep with London Saint James!

I love romance novel heroes and I know you do too. Which is why I’m inviting special guest authors and their heroes to select and answer two questions for us. The questions come from a list I designed to dip into what really lies underneath and within all that strapping, heroic yumminess. And who better to kick things off than the amazingly talented romance author, London Saint James! Please give a warm welcome to London and her hero, Petúr, as we see what the star of Rise of the Lost Prince is willing to share…

riseofthelostprince1mQuestion One: When is the last time you did something that really hurt?

Petúr: Pretty much daily. Since my brother-in-arms and I are constantly battling the darkness, I tend to always be doing something in those scrimmages with the darklings that hurts. Like taking a blow to the back of the head. Ouch!

Ouch indeed, my friend. Careful with those darklings, we romance readers don’t want too many hairs on your head harmed.

Question Two: When is the last time you missed the chance to say something to someone and what kept you from saying it?

Petúr: The moment my lips met Wyndi’s was the last time. I didn’t tell her who she really was to me. How much I wanted her. Needed her. I suppose what kept me from telling her the instant I knew, was I needed to come to grips with the fact I—someone not human—had a human mate.

And the beauty of that, Hon, is just how incredibly human a reaction it was to hold back and keep quiet. 

Friends, don’t you agree? Ready for a little more from Petúr’s story? Me too! Anyone in the mood to see this wonderful trailer? Check it out HERE.


They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world… Continue reading

Adding some Hot Model Fantasy to your Monday with Lea Bronsen! #NewRelease

Happy Monday! How about a little something to treat your senses and start this week out right? I absolutely love the every-woman fantasy aspect of my dear friend, Lea Bronsen’s, new “Hot Model Mine” series. Let’s see what loveliness she’s brought us today…

The Perfect Shoot (Hot Model Mine 1) by Lea Bronsen


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Welcome Ela Stein! Saved by Perseus #NewRelease

Fridays should be fun, right? I agree! That’s why I’ve brought the lovely and talented Ela Stein here today to give us a sexy peek at her latest release, Saved by Perseus!

savedbyperseusThank you so much for having me here today! I’m really excited to share my new release. This story is special to me because I have loved Greek Myths since I was a child. My mom used to read them to me at bedtime, before I had even learned to read. I’ve always wondered what those times must have been like in reality – the truth behind the myth. On the other hand, I was just as fascinated by the fantasy part of it – a world where gods really do walk the earth. In my story, I’ve created a world that’s as authentic as possible, but still holds onto all the fantasy. So it’s a bit of historical fiction mixed with fantasy, and with a whole lot of naughtiness sprinkled in. I mean, the myths do leave all the “fun” details out, so I made sure to put them all back in, just as they were meant to be ;)

There are lots of funky happenings going on here, and it’s part of Evernight’s exclusive multiple-author series “Naughty Fairytales”.  Andromeda is a curvaceous princess, and Perseus is the son of Zeus. Which, of course, explains his god-like body! I’m also pleased to share that this story was an “Editor’s Pick”. Continue reading

Welcome Sonny Zae! Unholy Matrimony and Amazon Giftcard Giveaway!

Happy Hump Day friends! This week we’ve had some really awesome guest authors bringing us their newest releases and today we have one more! I’m very excited to be hostessing Sonny Zae and his fantasy romance, Unholy Matrimony. Please enjoy the short Q & A, sneak peek into the book and Sonny’s book tour giveaway at the end…



Me: What do you love about the opening scene of your book?

Sonny: I love the tension that is always present between Sonny and his grandsire, Grandpap the wizard.  Both of them are wily and tricky, and both are wary of the schemes of the other.  In the opening scene, Grandpap is chastising Sonny, telling Sonny to marry and settle down.  Grandpap would dearly love to be rid of Sonny, to have his grandson move out and live elsewhere, no matter who Sonny chooses as a bride.  So Grandpap talks of Sonny finding a bride, even though he has despaired of such an event happening. Continue reading


Sometimes you see a cover and there’s just something about it that strikes you.  I fell in love at first sight with Rebecca’s The Wolf’s Moon.  I love the wolf, the moon, the trees and that’s one handsome hero.  But I think it’s that special something in the eyes of the heroine, Silke.  I cannot wait to read the story behind this intriguing cover. Please help me welcome the lovely and talented author, Rebecca Brochu, and her gorgeous book today! (Another awesome job by Sour Cherry Designs!)

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It is my absolute pleasure to be spotlighting fellow Evernight author, Tina Pollick, and her debut novel, Gabriel, today.  I’m reading this now and doing my best not to fly through it!  It’s one of those you can’t wait to finish but wish you could spend more time with.  Without further ado, I give you Gabriel. (Is that a GORGEOUS cover or what?)


When demons sunder ancient bonds, a love-match between a valiant archangel and a selfless nurse brings humanity’s last hope — but demon-taint may destroy them both.

The prison the archangels have guarded, housed deep within the earth is destroyed, releasing Kematians (demons) to feed upon humanity. The angels are losing the battle again as the Kematians ability to regenerate hampers the angel’s ability to destroy them. Gabriel is stabbed by an Angel Killing Sword; he’s accepted his fate that he will die; only to be revived by Calla’s ability to heal.


Calla Stevens, RN, tries to find who or what is killing the victims that are coming into the ER, only to be infected herself when she comes face-to-face with the Kematians. Calla has saved Gabriel once, is she willing to trade her life for his this time?

Archangel Gabriel struggles with new emotions as he discovers Calla is his soul mate. He strives to defend humanity, with the assistance of his brother Archangel Michael and new human friends. Gabriel will have to choose whether he will live or die when his future with Calla is destroyed.


Book can be purchased here:

Evernight ,Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand,  All Romance e-Books, Sony, Apple, Chapters-Indigo/KOBO, Coffee Time Romance and Rainbow Ebooks.



About the Author:Tina5

When Tina Pollick isn’t writing paranormal romance about Heavenly hunks, and smart, sassy women, this RN enjoys a quiet home life with her husband, children, two horses, two dogs, cat, chickens, guineas, well sort of quiet.

Tina has just finished her first Urban Fantasy novel, GABRIEL, A Kematian Hunter Series and is working on the first book of another Urban Fantasy series, SOUL BROKER.

You can find Tina Pollick on Facebook and Twitter. Stop by and say hello.




“Are you kidding me? You weigh maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. What do you think you’re doing walking alone at night?” She noticed Eric looking down at all five feet three inches of her, scowling. “Let me give you a ride home.”

Eric’s radio went off. “Shit. I have to go, Calla, another attack. Call a cab, please.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He hurried away. Calla walked in the opposite direction, towards her house. She took this path three to four days a week on her way home from work. There wasn’t any way she was going to call a cab.

She heard footsteps closing in behind her. Alarmed, she wrapped her hand around the can of mace in her pocket and picked up her pace.

The footsteps were gone. Had she imagined them? Calla turned her head to look but she was alone. “Get it together, chicken. You’re scaring yourself now.”

She rounded the corner nearing an alley. A trickle of red blood flowed from it, creeping onto the sidewalk. Calla stopped in front of a pathway as uneasiness washed over her. Fear and ethics battled within her. Ethics won, but her legs felt like lead, and they weren’t moving. She forced herself to take a few steps and spotted a mound lying next to the wall.

After several tense seconds, she tightened her grip on the can of mace and slowly made her way towards the heap on the ground.

This is exactly how all the stupid girls are killed in the movies. They go walking right into danger, and boom, they’re dead.

Approaching the mound, she trembled. As she moved closer she saw a tanned foot sticking out from the trench coat. Calla bent down, her chest heaving, hands shaking as she reached the foot and gave it a quick shake, but nothing happened. Relax, before you hyperventilate and end up on the ground, too. Breathe, Calla, breathe.

She stood, crept forward, and reached for what she hoped was the head. She knelt down and pulled back the thick trench coat. His head turned to the side, face badly beaten, eyes cracked to reveal a glimmer of the brightest green she had ever seen.

“Holy shit!” She jumped back, startled.

The man didn’t move. She bent down again this time reaching for his neck. The pulse was weak. She had already used her gifts twice this evening, and her body still ached from the two previous failures. “Focus. You can do this.” She struggled to turn the man onto his back. When she finally rolled him over there was a knife, with a green hue as if the metal was oxidized, protruding out of his chest.

“Of course there’s a knife,” Calla murmured to herself.

“I’m going to try to help you,” she whispered in his ear. She knew she might not be able to save him, but she had to try. If she could pull the knife out in a quick motion she could heal him. She placed her hands around the hilt of the knife and pulled. Nothing happened. “Maybe if I get some leverage.”

Calla straddled the man, planting one tennis shoe on each side of his limp body. She bent down and wrapped both hands around the hilt and pulled with everything she had. The knife began to move—barely—but it was moving. It felt like pulling a rubber boot stuck in thick mud. After a few more attempts the suction released, and the knife was freed.

She collapsed on his chest and sat up, placing both palms on the bleeding wound. “Please, oh please let this work.” Calla focused on the wound, gathering energy. Then her hands began to glow. Sweat dripped matting blonde hair to her forehead, and her vision began to dim. “I won’t let you die,” she promised.

Then darkness embraced her.


Thank you for sharing Gabriel with us, Tina, and for being my guest today!

Always love,

Carlene Love