SHADOWY PINES: a brand new paranormal MM Romance – available NOW

COVER REVEAL: SHADOWY PINES

COVER REVEAL: SHADOWY PINES

I’m happy to announce a release date for my brand new paranormal romance, SHADOWY PINES, and to reveal its gorgeous new cover (thank you, Jay Aheer!)

Coming November 28, 2018 from Evernight Publishing

SHADOWY PINES:
When an over-educated, underemployed millennial is called home to help with the family business, he jumps at the chance to leave his crap job, crappier love life, and the city behind.

But moving to Shadowy Pines isn’t quite the idyllic life change Finn Parks imagined.

How the hell do you cope when you find out magic – actual magic – is real? Or that you also happen to come from a long line of powerful witches? And that handsome man with all the sizzle? Yeah, he might be trying to kill you.

FML.

NEW RELEASE: Golden by Allyson Young

Happy Friday, folks! It’s kind of a miserable one out there, so settle in with a toasty beverage and let me tell you about this hot new release from author Allyson Young!

Golden: The Pride of Panthers #1 by Allyson Young
Available Nov. 8, 2018
ASIN: B07K8QMMTP

Trace da Costa is determined to unite the nomadic and unsocial panther shifters of the Americas in order to add their voice—as a pride—to that of the rest of the world’s shifters. Humans are aware shifters exist which has led to innumerable problems, especially threatening the survival of the solitary big cats.

His followers have already embraced the idea of mating and staying together to raise their cubs and when he finds his mate he must convince her of the rationale behind the change in tradition.

Aura Maas has no interest in males, aside from the occasional one night stand and even if Trace da Costa is her mate she isn’t willing to give up her lonely lifestyle, having become inured to it at an early age. She is well aware of the risks with no one to have her back and resistant to the idea of being responsible for another—especially a cub or two.

But she’s impossibly drawn to Trace and when danger strikes they make a formidable team. Not to mention how great the sex is. She agrees to commit for a month, against her better judgment because her cat has already accepted him and her human side is fighting a losing battle.

But there are other forces at work, from traditionalists to hunters and it’s only when she flees on instinct and Trace follows her that she accepts her fate. She is claimed by him—and him by her.

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Where to Buy:

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 Excerpt:

“Where is she?” The tension in his voice betrayed his need.

Rock Gideon spoke from the side of his mouth. “Secured in the back room.”

His gut clenched as his entire body went on alert. “What do you mean, secured?”

“Tied, wrapped, and gagged. Secured. She should be waking up from the injection right about now.”

“You drugged and secured my mate.” A stupid man might have missed the dire warning in Trace’s tone. Rock was anything but.

Easing up on his elbows, the big male shook his hair from his eyes. Trace held his stare, their beasts close to the surface. The wolf broke first and dropped his gaze for an instant. “It took five of my pack to subdue her. Shade and Blaze are still recovering—in wolf form! It was a fucking bloodbath. Without the injection, you’d still be looking for her, and how I managed to administer that is a mystery.”

Despite the damage to Rock’s people, Trace couldn’t help but feel a frisson of arrogance and satisfaction. Aura Maas was worthy of him and his pride. Not that his loosely knit group of panthers were actually a pride, but they were still connected. And he required a mate to help bind them together before their kind faded into the mist. It was his lifelong ambition and one within his grasp.

He’d outlived his parents, and his sister… Well, he hadn’t given up hope for Ariana, not yet, but most everyone else had, and it was as if he was the last of his line. And so he was determined to build a larger family, both for safety and longevity of their species.

“I apologize for your trouble and offer my regards to your pack. I’ll also increase the prize money.”

With a huff, Rock turned back to his beer. His tone was admiring, if grudging. “Whoever tames that cat will have a lifetime of—”

Whatever the wolf thought Trace would have with Aura was clearly beyond his ability to describe. Trace hid a smug smile and said, “I’ll see her now.”

“Help yourself. Just keep between her and the fucking door once you cut her free.” Rock fished a key out of his shirt pocket. “New deadbolt. And the window is barred. We’ve kept … guests before.”

The information gave him pause but for a moment. Whomever Rock kept prisoner or in a way station wasn’t his business. The alpha wolf had a reputation of being on the up and up. Regardless, he didn’t have time to ponder. His mate awaited him.

About the Author:

Allyson YoungAllyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of August 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones—all available on Amazon—with others in the works.

NEW RELEASE: The Ghost of Her Ex by Aletta Thorne

NEW RELEASE: The Ghost of Her Ex by Aletta Thorne

Ah, ’tis the season! The most fabulous time of the year – Halloween – is right around the corner and, in honour of the occasion, I have a sexy new ghost story to tell you about from one of my favourite people. Aletta Thorne’s The Ghost of Her Ex has ghosts, snark, foul-mouthed church musicians, and a pot dealer named Santa Claus. And did I mention the best part? The Ghost of Her Ex features a heroine who’s over 60 and 125 pounds! I mean… what else do you need?

 

The Ghost of Her Ex by Aletta Thorne
Available: October 21, 2018
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77339-829-7

Just because she’s sixty-three, cynical, and a church musician, Emily Rauch is hardly done with life—or love. Now that she’s traded in her old barn of a place for a tiny house in the hills, Emily’s ready for a new start. Throw in one enormous pipe organ, two ghosts, a pot dealer named Santa Claus, the reappearance of Emily’s bad-boy college squeeze, and a blizzard … what could possibly go wrong?

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Where to Buy:

 Amazon
Evernight Publishing

 

 Excerpt:

“No! You’re not old, Mrs. R! You look like you always did!”

Oh, great. So I’ve always looked like this? Without thinking about it, Emily ran her practice-weary fingers through her hair and shook her head to fluff it out a bit. “So—what’s a membership cost these days?”

She’d just finished signing the paperwork and was stowing her reading glasses in her purse when the door to the locker rooms opened. There, red-faced from steam, sauna, and a shower, wearing a black motorcycle jacket and a pair of jeans that he certainly hadn’t distressed that much himself, was none other than Brad Yates, gym bag in hand. The sparse remains of his Harpo-mop hung in wet, limp ringlets over his eyebrows.

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

“Emily!” He slid his locker-key-on-a-rubber-band at Clara and leaned against the booth’s oak woodwork. “It’s been far too long! I kept trying to call!”

Clara’s eyebrows shot up.

“Hi, Brad,” said Emily.

I saw that piece about your new place in The Record. Looks wonderful!” His wolfish blue eyes sparkled.

Oh, fabulous. “Um, yeah…” Emily fumbled in her purse for her wallet and slid her credit card back into it.

“Mrs. Hartley, do you want to have a look at the facility? I mean, I should have asked you that before, but I’m just learning this job, I guess, and…”

“My daughter learned to swim in this pool, Clara. I know what I’m getting into. I do understand there’s a lovely new hot tub…”

“There sure is!” That was Brad.

“I’ve been practicing all afternoon, though, and my back’s killing me. Right now, I have to get home. I’ll be back soon with my swimsuit!” Emily was careful not to say just how soon.

“Allow me to walk you out,” said Brad.

And then he was beside her, smelling quite chlorine-y indeed, pink and steaming in the winter air. Emily’s car was parked a block away, up a street lined with big old houses.

“I remember your senior recital. Mendelssohn’s Sonata One! You rocked it! Played with some real guts.” Brad marched along next to her, gym bag slung over his shoulder.

Mendelssohn Sonata One. Emily mainly remembered terror. Had it gone well? Everyone had said so…

“There’s an AGO recital down at St. Thomas Fifth Avenue in about a month. Come downtown with me,” said Brad. “C’mon, we haven’t been at an organ thing together since school. It’ll be a hoot. We can…”

An organ thing. Not even going there.

They were standing in front of her car now.

“Oh, Emily, you truly haven’t changed! You still look so lovely. What luck running into you again!” Brad flung his arms open.

Why the fuck do people keep telling me I haven’t changed? Oh, great. Now he wants a hug. Bet that mean old leather jacket’d be mighty dangerous with all those big, ferocious zippers! I’m certainly not giving Brad Yates a…

But then she looked up at her old boyfriend—and was instantly caught in the patented Yates death ray. His eyes, still an icy blue, a little curious, focused intently on hers—and a major wave of not-entirely-unexpected heat washed through her. Well. Maybe just a quick little hug. I’ll avoid the zippers.

“Oh, Em,” he rumbled, and she felt his breath on her face. He put his arms around her and pulled her close—and suddenly, maddeningly, that was just fine with her. Her breath quickened and she closed her eyes. Then he was kissing her. His tongue was soft and familiar in her mouth and she was kissing him back. His hand slid down to catch the small of her back. He massaged it with strong, keyboard-player fingers, exactly where it had been hurting, and that felt—amazing. More than amazing. It pushed the ache away … and started a different, sharper ache.

Actually, it’s … kind of like the sex dreams.

That made Emily pull away, shocked that her crotch was burning. Brad Yates? What am I thinking? I’m not thinking, that’s what I’m thinking. This is ridiculous…

“Does this mean you’re going to the organ recital with me? Or should we just go back to my place?” The street lamp above them picked out a little hollow at the side of his nose where something or other had been removed. The moto jacket did nothing to disguise the fact that he was a little paunchy (now that she thought about it, he’d always been just a little round in the tummy, even in his prime boating days). His face was still flushed from the steam room—but his eyes were laser-focused on her, which made her whole body feel kind of … carbonated. It just wasn’t fair.

Cripes. What’s wrong with me? Oh hell. Why not? “How about my place?” Emily hoped she didn’t sound as breathless as she felt. “Let’s go there.”

About the Author:

Aletta Thorne believes in ghosts.  In her “normal” life, she is a choral singer, a poet, a sometimes DJ, and a writer about things non-supernatural.  But she’s happiest in front of a glowing screen, giving voice to whoever it is that got her two cats all riled up at three AM.  Yes, her house is the oldest one on her street.  And of course, it’s quite seriously haunted (even scared the ghost investigator who came to check it out).  Aletta is also the author of The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins.

Shifter Woods: Snarl (Esposito County Shifters #3)

Shifter Woods: Snarl (Esposito County Shifters #3)

It’s been forever, but I’ve got a fantastic paranormal romance to tell you all about! It’s sexy, fun, and part of a fantastic series by the ever-scintillating Nicola M. Cameron. You can read Shifter Woods: Snarl as a standalone, but why would you when there are three (with more to come!) juicy titles in the Esposito County Shifters series for you to dive into?

But why don’t I let Nicola, herself, tell you all about it…

  

Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Shifter Woods: Snarl is the third entry in my Esposito County Shifters series and takes place a few weeks after the events of Shifter Woods: Howl and Shifter Woods: Roar. In this story, we meet disgraced wolf Alpha and ex-SEAL Jack Hawthorne, who shows up in Esposito County hoping to get a job with a former commanding officer. The last thing he expects to find is his mate … or to learn that Kate Chandler is the daughter of his former commander, has no sense of smell, and isn’t interested in being mated. Jack will need all of his SEAL endurance skills to woo and win his mate—assuming that the Alpha of Esposito County’s wolf pack lets him stay at all.

The fourth entry, Shifter Woods: Scream, will come out in late October, with plans to combine all four novellas into a box set and print version in January 2019. I also plan on doing a full-length novel set in Esposito County – not sure which couple is going to star in it yet, but I promise that everyone from the Shifter Woods novellas will make an appearance.

 

Shifter Woods: Snarl (Esposito County Shifters #3) by Nicola M. Cameron
Available: September 4, 2018
Publisher: Belaurient Press
ASIN: B07H2YFLY2

Can a lone wolf woo and win his very own kitty girl, or will he get turned into cougar chow?

Jack Hawthorne is an Alpha wolf shifter and former SEAL who lost the leadership of his pack while serving his country. Kate Chandler is a cougar shifter with no sense of smell and a deep-seated distrust of fated mates. When these two are thrown together at the Cougar Ridge Ski Resort in Esposito County, NM, Jack realizes that the sharp-witted, beautiful female is his heart’s mate. But her injury means she can’t smell the truth, and her father (and Jack’s former commanding officer) has made it clear that Kate is off limits.

Now, Jack has to convince Kate that they’re meant for each other, win her father’s approval, and convince the local wolf pack to accept him. But as every SEAL knows, the only easy day was yesterday.

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Where to Buy:

 Amazon CA
 Amazon UK
Amazon US
Barnes & Noble
iTunes
Kobo

 

 Excerpt:

Jack leaned closer to the bathroom mirror, wiping the condensation from it. A stranger peered back, eyes weary and hard over a thick growth of facial hair. Helluva beard, guy. You look like the Abominable Snowman.

Not that he’d had a reason to do much personal grooming since his discharge. He’d hacked off his hair with his knife when it got too long, but the beard kept his face warm when he slept outside. It was easier to find a safe place to crash in the woods or other outdoor locations, easier to find food and clean water in the towns. He shifted back and forth between the two as he slowly headed westward, remembering the promise his former commanding officer had made and praying that Chandler would made good on it.

And if he didn’t, or couldn’t…

Jack grimaced and picked up the trimmer Chandler’s daughter had left for him in the bathroom. A disposable razor and a can of shaving cream had been placed next to it. Then I’ll leave. Simple as that.

The empty spot in his soul ached at the thought. He couldn’t help prodding it, the emotional equivalent of tonguing a gap where a tooth had been extracted. It was the place where he should have felt the connection to his pack, the solid link that an Alpha always maintained with the shifters he led.

But he didn’t lead a pack anymore. He could still hear his brother Ed’s words as they stood at the edge of their father’s grave the day he’d returned, three weeks too late to say goodbye. You wanted to go off and be a hero, Jack. I stayed behind and took care of the pack, like Pa wanted. You can’t blame the pack for making me Alpha.

Grimacing, Jack switched on the trimmer and started paring down the beard, bits of dark brown and grey hair pattering into the sink with each buzzing pass. Slowly his face began to emerge, and he remembered why he’d grown the beard in the first place—to hide the painful resemblance to his brother. Alphas were usually born, not made, but a shifter with enough strength of character could step into the role if the pack supported him. And the wolf shifters of the Rugged Pines had made their decision clear. With the death of Albert Hawthorne and his designated heir off fighting terrorists at some remote location halfway around the world, they would take Ed and be happy for it.

Jack could have challenged Ed for leadership—and he would have won, they both knew it. But Ed had been Pa’s trusted beta while Jack was off serving with the SEALs and had become a competent Alpha after Pa’s death, judging by the way the pack had closed ranks around him. The clincher was that Ed had already found his mate and had a pup on the way. Even if the pack wouldn’t reject him for it, there was no way in hell Jack would fight his own brother and risk orphaning his niece/nephew.

With no room for him in the pack he’d once called home, he left North Carolina and went west, keeping to himself as he headed towards Chandler’s last known address. His retirement pay was deposited into his account regularly; that and his savings were more than enough to buy a car or RV and travel in comfort. But he didn’t want comfort. Traveling on foot to New Mexico gave him a chance to atone for not being there when Pa died.

Was Ed right? Did I want to be a hero? He hadn’t thought so. When the military team of shifters had shown up in town all those years ago, looking sharp in their uniforms and talking up the benefits of serving his country as a SEAL, it had resonated with something deep inside him. He’d been raised knowing that he would take over the pack once Pa was gone, but at the same time he’d always chafed at being locked into a small patch of land in North Carolina. Joining the Navy and going through the arduous training required for shifter SEALs had seemed like a perfect way of scratching that itch. Go out, be a soldier, see the world, then come back and take up the mantle of Pa’s beta again.

Except it hadn’t worked that way. Scratching his itch had somehow turned into a wound that cut him off from his family.

The only thing that kept him going was Chandler’s promise of help. And then he’d finally made it to Esposito County only to be picked up for vagrancy. He knew he’d been lucky that the sheriff was willing to listen to him, even agreeing to take him to the commander’s house instead of throwing him in a cell for a couple of days. But the thought of being brought in front of Chandler as a prisoner was humiliating as hell. He hadn’t even been able to look up, guilt and shame gnawing at his belly, when Lynch ordered him out of the truck.

And then the scent hit him, notes of rosemary and sandalwood combined with pure female that was absolutely irresistible. It made his mouth water and his cock stir at the same time. When he looked up into a pair of celadon green eyes, it had taken every ounce of his will to stay in place and not pull the lithe blonde female who smelled like the other half of his soul into his arms.

She’s my mate. He put down the trimmer and picked up the shaving cream, decanting a foamy blob into one hand and smoothing it over his newly trimmed stubble. Except she’s a cougar shifter. And Commander Chandler’s daughter. And she can’t smell me. Fuck my life.

About the Author:

Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex. When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be rather fond of absinthe.

While possessing a healthy interest in romance since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.

Nicola plans to continue writing until she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.

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It’s been a long time, been a long time…*

March.

Seriously.

There have been exactly zero updates here since March.

In my defense, I’ve been pretty much M.I.A. for most of 2018. Real Life™ (as my friend Nicola Cameron likes to say) has dictated I spend more time working projects that are immediately billable and so I’ve had to refocus my world somewhat.

But I’ve had a bit of a breather lately and managed to dive into some revisions I’ve been working on for  – as it turns out – the better part of nearly three years. Happily, said revisions have finally been completed and submitted to my publisher. And (drum roll, please!) I signed a contract yesterday for publication. YAY!

So there will be more news coming on that front SOON.

In the meantime:

SHADOWY PINES is a sexy, spooky, witchy romance I wrote a few years ago during NaNoWrimo. It’s undergone some major reconstructive surgery (and more than one period of complete stasis) but I’m excited to announce that it’s soon to be published by Evernight Publishing!

Until next time!

 

*been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely… time.
(Rock And Roll, Led Zeppelin IV)