@KrystalShannan Features - Nancy Adams - Excerpt Tour

The Bannockburn Spell

by Nancy Adams

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With the help of a bet, an eight-hundred-year-old marriage contract, and a spell, ex-SBS soldier Will might just have enough in his arsenal to capture Meghan’s heart.

Since arriving in Little Glen, Scotland, Meghan Kennedy’s life has got decidedly more interesting. She enters into a bet with hunky ex-SBS soldier, William MacKenzie, discovers an ancient marriage contract and to top it all off, she learns that she had a spell cast on her…eight hundred years before she was even born. None of it matters, because she refuses to make the same mistake twice. Will’s hard body and sexy grin don’t matter, his beautiful hypnotic eyes don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that every time they kiss her body calls out for his, as though denied of his touch for hundreds of years.

Ex-SBS soldier William MacKenzie is disciplined, trained to be an efficient soldier and he takes the same approach with his life as he does his business. Then Meghan arrives, with her fiery temper and hair to match, all he can think about is Meghan. Her feisty temper bemuses him, her beauty astounds him and her stubbornness annoys the hell out of him. Lucky for him, he doesn’t know how to quit, he can be just as stubborn and occasionally ruthless, and he will use any means necessary to get her. Of course the ‘means’ at his disposal just happen to be a bet, a marriage contract and an ancient spell, but if in the end Meghan belongs to him, who is he to argue?

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“Funny, I’m not scared by either one of you. Thanks for the water, Will.” She gave him a wink, then turned.

            Will watched as she started to walk away, he couldn’t hold it back any longer and threw his head back and laughed. It wasn’t the answer he had been expecting. He wanted her to blush as she had yesterday in the airport. Nevertheless, this feisty side was more to his liking, and that wink. She was playful too. Very, very nice.

            “Meghan!” he called out before he could stop himself. She turned to face him, just as she had taken another swallow from her bottle. He almost groaned out loud as he watched her lick the water from her lips.

            “Yes?”

            “How about letting me try to rattle you tonight over drinks?”

            He thought he saw doubt cross her face but she raised her chin, just a little, then nodded. “Okay. Duncan and I will meet you at The Black Ale. Around seven?”

            Trying to turn him off by dragging Duncan along wouldn’t work, he happened to enjoy Duncan’s company, so the joke would be on her.

            “Great, I’ll see you both then.” He grinned back at her. She gave him a confused smile, shook her head, then continued with her run.

            Will stood rooted to the spot watching her. The sway of her hips held his attention until she was out of sight. He knew now how she must have come to have such a nice backside—running up hills would do it. He was surprised that she’d tackled his road first.

            Before turning back to the house, he glanced at the old keep. A thick grey mist hovered along the bottom of the great wall, giving the impression the ruins were floating on a cloud.

            The old castle had been in his family for over a thousand years, and they still owned it today, though now it was a pile of stones. Tourists would come every once in a while to see it but would leave shortly after, as it didn’t offer much in the way of grandeur. There were other castles in Scotland that offered more, which was fine with him. He couldn’t care less if the tourists came or not. He liked it just the way it was and had always felt drawn to the old keep and would usually end each of his runs up there. Meghan must’ve felt that same pull. Why else would she try his hill on her first day here?

            A memory he never knew he had flashed before his eyes. A woman with long red hair and a long green gown was waving to him from the top of the great wall of the keep. A sudden fear pulled at his chest as he waved back, a fear that he would never see her beautiful face again.

            Will blinked and the memory was gone. He walked back towards the house with Lucy at his side and stopped to look back up at the wall. Even though he couldn’t see the redhead’s face clearly, he knew with his entire being that it was Meghan standing on that wall waving to him.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I am a full-blooded Canadian, right down to the maple syrup running through my veins. I enjoy watching hockey, but despise skating...and the cold.  I enjoy a good helping of Tourtiere with a side of Poutine as must as the next person, yet I am only bilingual when it comes to swear words.  I am proud to say I survived my token shot of Newfie Screech, although I did refuse to kiss the Cod - that is never going to happen - and I openly admit, that I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains the first time I saw them.

I have many occupations written down in my passport, mom, wife, author...zookeeper!  However, I have to say that writing is by far the easiest part of my day.

I have three small -but legal- addictions: bed lines, lavender, and books.  All of which, are replenished on a regular basis.  Reading into the wee hours of the morning, is one of many bad habits, next to spontaneously rearranging furniture and randomly painting rooms in my house.

Author Links

Website:   http://fancynancyadams.wix.com/erotic-nancy-adams#

Blog:   http://fancynancyadams.blogspot.ca/

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Krystal Shannan Features - Normandie Alleman

Venetian Love Knots

by Normandie Alleman

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In Venice, Allison Fox will find love in the arms of two men. Her past collides with her future in a battle for her heart. Which one will win?

Travelling to Venice to be the maid of honour in her best friend’s wedding sounds like a great vacation, and a romantic way to spend Valentine’s Day. But when Allison Fox discovers who the best man is, she is torn between duty and self-preservation.

It has taken Allison four years to put her tumultuous relationship with the rodeo cowboy behind her after a violent incident ripped them apart. Now Allison must find a way to face her past and find closure with her old flame. But will she be able to put the past behind her?

Cole is the Texas cowboy who has never got over his love for Allison. But when he declares his love for her after all this time, is she strong enough to walk away from the intense passion they share?

For years Nico, a handsome Italian, was committed to nothing but his work. Nico never expected he would meet an American beauty who would awaken in him a desire to love again. Once he finds her, Nico vows to never let Allison go.

It will be a Valentine’s Day to remember, but who will win Allison’s heart?

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Allison held her plastic cup in a death grip as she absently rattled the ice cubes in it. She stared out of the bubble-shaped window on her flight to Rome. The vodka had done little to calm her nerves. Neither People, Cosmo, nor Vogue had been any help distracting her. Allison’s mind was determined to go back to the one man who had caused her more pain and heartache than she had ever known. The man whom she would soon see for the first time in four years.

She bit her lip and shut her eyes tightly. Allison remembered the day her best friend Marcia had told her that she was getting married in Venice the week of Valentine’s Day. Marcia had asked her to be her maid of honour and Allison had immediately jumped at the chance. She loved to travel, and she wanted to be there for Marcia.

           

A couple of weeks later, Allison had just walked into her apartment when she’d got a call from Marcia. “Allie, honey, it’s me, Marsh. Are you sitting down? I need you to sit down.”

Allison had set her groceries down on the floor and sat.

“Honey, Alfonso has gotten Cole to agree to be his best man,” she’d said.

Marcia’s announcement had been met with complete silence.

“Allison? You still there?” Marcia had asked.

Cole. For years Allison had prayed for indifference towards Cole. She had hated him for years. What she felt for Cole was either unmitigated passion or hate. She didn’t know any in between. And what she had wound up craving was indifference. The last time she’d seen him, four years ago, what she had prayed for, what she had begged God for, was to feel indifference towards him. He had almost ruined her life. 

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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She was surprised when that interest turned her into a writer of erotic romance.

If there were another 5 hours in the day, Normandie would spend more time needle-pointing and playing with photography. Instead, she’s a Pinterest addict and sports junkie who’s crazy for Twitter and the color pink.

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@KrystalShannan features Lara Nance #booktour #giveaway

Memories of Murder

by Lara Nance

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Memories of Murder by Lara Nance, a Paranormal Romance is available now but will be free from March 4 – 8th on Amazon Kindle.

When Maeve McKenna renounces her witch powers and accepts a low-key nurse practitioner position at a Virginia retirement community, the last thing she expects is a suicide her first day on the job.

     

As the town's sexy sheriff, Paul Sutton, starts looking into the tragic death of his father's friend, Maeve can't help but get involved--with both the case and him. Their informal investigation unveils an old journal that connects the ruins of a nearby asylum and long-forgotten cemetery with the shiny new retirement community's memory unit--and Maeve's Alzheimer's patients.

     

Maeve senses a sinister presence in the old asylum, calling to the patients, but in order to stop it from killing again, she must first conquer some demons of her own and reclaim the magic she's denied herself.

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“No, stop. Don’t jump!” Maeve McKenna yelled at the man poised on the roof three stories above her. Her heart pounded as he took a step that left his toes hanging over the edge. A wave of cold that had nothing to do with fear pressed about her as though a frigid hand gripped her soul. She frowned at the eerie presence and pressed her hands to her head.

“Damn.” She swirled around looking for help. Across the parking lot and among the small villas scattered about the manicured landscape, elderly couples strolled or walked their dogs. But they were too far away to do more than stare in her direction. The urge to use her powers was pointless, she no longer had them.

“Hey,” she called trying to get the man’s attention as he looked back over his shoulder, eyes wide as he flinched away from something she couldn’t see. If only he would talk to her, she might be able to keep him safe until someone got to him. He had on pajamas, so he must be a patient. She held up her hands. “Hey, back up, stop.”

“Oh, no! Mr. Baker, no!” A woman with short black hair ran from the main entrance of the retirement community, waving her arms.

Both Maeve and the woman screamed as the unfortunate Mr. Baker took a step into the air and hurtled to the ground. He landed in a heap of tangled limbs and bloody splatter on the sidewalk in front of them. The cold presence surrounding Maeve seeped away, leaving her rubbing her arms and puzzled at the sensation.

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At each stop, Lara will award a signed cover flat; and a $50 Amazon gift card will be awarded to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. A $50 Amazon gift card and a signed cover flat will be awarded to a randomly drawn host.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lara Nance grew up and lived in many cities throughout the South. She loves to write in a variety of genres within the scope of women’s fiction. But the basis of all her stories is a tale that will entertain and intrigue.

If you want to escape and lose yourself in a novel, you’ve come to the right place. Choose your genre and settle in to be entertained. From thrilling mysteries and steampunk tales, to paranormal romance and adventure, Lara’s willing to explore a variety of compelling stories full of danger and suspense, with a touch of romance.

Having been on the fencing team in college and now living on a sailboat convinces her that she was a pirate in another life, or possibly kin to Errol Flynn… However, due to the unfortunate demise of the romantic pirates of the past, she lives out her fantasies, thrills and adventures in her stories.

Currently docked in Norfolk, Virginia (until the wind changes) Lara enjoys living on her sailboat and spends time reading, of course writing, indulging a variety of artistic endeavors, cooking and sailing with her husband, Joe and their Yorkie, Rio.

WEBSITE:  www.laranance.com

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Krystal Shannan Interviews - Stacy Gail

Please help me welcome Stacy Gail to the blog today with her book SAVAGE ANGEL!

Tell us a little about yourself.

SG: From the age of eight when I started figure skating competitively, I wanted to be a skating coach.  But I also wanted to be a writer, so at the age of fourteen I wrote my first 300-page romance. It was absolutely terrible, but I knew then that I had what it took to start—and finish!—a writing project.  I’m so lucky now that I have both of my dream careers.

Did you always want to be an author? What made you choose to write romance?

SG:  I’m such a weirdo—I’ve never had any doubt about what I wanted to do with my life.  At eight, I told my parents I would be a figure skating coach. At twelve, I discovered romance novels by reading Island of Flowers by Nora Roberts, and decided I’d be a writing figure skating coach.  And ta-daaa!  Here I am!

What is your favorite part of being a writer/author?

SG: I get paid to make up stories.  Seriously, that still freaks me out in the most awesome way imaginable. O_o

Tell us a little about your book. What inspired you to write it?

SG: First, here’s the blurb from SAVAGE ANGEL, Book 2 in The Earth Angels series:

Feel nothing. Sara Savitch's personal mantra has been hard to live by ever since her torrid one-night stand with army doctor Gideon Mandeville. Descended from the Seraphim, angels known as heaven's soldiers, Sara may be an expert fighter, but she's an amateur when it comes to relationships.

Physically unharmed, but still battle-scarred, Gideon has returned to Dallas in the hopes of regaining his faith in humanity--and in himself. Instead he's walked into a nightmare. His father is on a serial killer's hit list, and has hired a personal bodyguard--the very woman who has haunted Gideon's dreams for a year.

As Sara works to build an impenetrable fortress around her client, she yearns to tear down the one around Gideon's heart. With his bitter rejection of warriors, will he ever be able to accept her true nature? Sara must find a way to trust Gideon with her secret as the killer closes in...

As for the second part of that question, I’ve adored paranormal stories from the time I picked up my first X-Men comic book when I was a kid.  I wanted to take the biblical mythology of the Nephilim—human-angel hybrids—and show what descendants of those Nephilim might be like in the 21^st-century.  In this four-part series I also tried to hit some of the more popular paranormal themes for the main characters—a super soldier with no social skills, a wounded warrior with a sudden loss of powers, a lover who must fight to save the world, and a masked superhero who wishes he could have a normal life.  Man, this series has been a kick to write. ;)

Here's a sneak peek....

“No!”

For a second he thought he imagined Sara’s scream even as the crash of the broken bottle filled his universe at the same time he hit the ground. That all-too-familiar whoosh that was the devil’s own breath erupted over him even as he did his damnedest to roll away from the wave of liquid fire that had to be reaching out to him.

Only it wasn’t.

Rolling to escape the flames, Gideon came to a stop only when he slammed up against a weedy sapling and could go no further. He waited for the insane agony of flesh burning to the bone, a scream bottled up inside his throat. Instead, his fierce grimace of anticipated hell on earth dissolved as a chaotic vortex of numb disbelief swallowed up his basic understanding of the world around him.

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Do you plot and outline or do you just write?  Plotter or Pantser?

SG:  Plotter, all the way!  I didn’t write the first book, NOBODY’S ANGEL until I had all four books outlined and a strong beginning, middle and finish for the overall story arc. ^_^

Can you tell us about the process of getting your first book published?

SG:  Heh. I kind of did it on a whim.  I had been hearing about these things called ereaders and wasn’t sure how it all worked, so while researching it I stumbled onto Samhain Publishing.  They were doing an open-submissions call for “sweet romances” for an anthology.  I didn’t know what “sweet” meant other than no sex, so I wrote a romance that had everything else except the actual intimate act! Naturally it didn’t get chosen for the anthology “it’s too spicy to be sweet”, but it was offered a contract as a stand-alone novella (and it’s still the only for-adults book I’ve written that doesn’t have a sex scene in it :D).

What advice would you give new authors?  What have you learned about the business?

SG:  Sit down and WRITE.  Don’t talk about it.  Don’t think it to death.  Just do it.  And once you’ve completed a project, sit down and DO IT AGAIN.  Simple, really. ;)

Do you have another book in the works?

SG:  You said the magic words!  The third book in The Earth Angels, WOUNDED ANGEL, will be released May 27^th of this year.  I’m also debuting a small town contemporary romance series called Bitterthorn, Texas sometime in July.  Both of these books are being released by Carina Press.

What do you like to do in your free time, besides read and write of course?

SG:  If I’m not under the laptop, I’m on the ice.

Where do you dream of going on vacation?

SG: Greece! I have so many story ideas that simply HAVE to take place there.

Boxers or Briefs?

SG: Boxer-briefs. :P

Cookies or cake?

SG: Cookies, allllll the way. 

Pizza or hamburger?

SG:  Hamburger.  No carbs, please.  I’m leaving that for the cookies. :D

Beer, Wine, or mixed drink?

SG: Mixed drink.  Amaretto sours are divine. *drools*

(Hero/Heroine Character Questions)

What were your first impressions of each other?

Gideon:  “When I first saw Sara, I was 24 hours away from being shipped out to Afghanistan and damning the luck of running into a knock-‘em-dead woman just when I had no time to make her mine.  Maybe that’s why I took her up against the garage wall during my going-away party.”

Sara: “Um…” *shuffles feet before hitting a parade-rest stance* “I’d rather not say.”

What’s your favorite characteristic of each other?

Gideon: “Sara might be the ultimate soldier, the true badass member of the Nephilim—after all, she’s descended from Heaven’s warriors, the Seraphim.  But it’s her cute awkwardness in social situations that completely unravel me.  For a woman who can set the world on fire in the most literal sense, she’s my sweet shy girl who needs a hug.”

Sara:  “…Gideon’s my everything.  That is all.”

What are your plans for the near future?  

SG: I’m going to my first convention *happy dance*  If anyone’s going to RT Con this year, drop in to say hi! (And who knows? I might have chocolate :P)

Where to find you:

SG: Yes!  Come find me! Friend me!  I’m loneeely!

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Stacy will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a second randomly drawn commenter will be awarded a $10 Amazon GC. A $25 Amazon GC will be awarded to a randomly drawn host.

So please leave a comment!!!! I want to win too :-) Plus you should really go read her book!!! You know you want to!

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Krystal Shannan Features - Laura's Light by Donna Gallagher @donnag63

Laura’s Light

by Donna Gallagher

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Forty-two- year- old single mother Laura Harris devoted more than half her life to raising her son. She remembered the concept of having sex but it had been aeons since she’s actually been a participant - especially with a real flesh-and-blood partner. But it’s time to reclaim her life. Her son is a man now. And the rising star of the Jets rugby league team. Their future is brighter than ever and, for the first time, financially secure. But Laura is starting to think agreeing to have dinner with Trevor Hughes could be biting off more than she can chew. Not that she can’t see herself taking a nice big chunk from the absolutely gorgeous thirty-four-year-old sports commentator’s rump, he’s one prime piece of masculinity! She just isn’t sure how or when the whole sex thing will become an issue. She can’t even get past the what-to-wear step. Let alone the when-to-take-it-off stage…

Trevor Hughes usually avoids the woman with substance - he has enough of his own demons to deal without trying to care for anyone else. But there’s something about the upbeat, sexy, one-woman-dynamo Laura Harris. The woman is pure sunshine and happiness. And that’s surprising when you look at what life has handed her. Nothing seemed to dampen Laura’s spirits and she quickly becomes someone Trevor needs in his life…Until misunderstandings come between them. Can Trevor put things right?

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“I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’m sorry… I should have left hours ago. This isn’t what is supposed to happen these days, I suspect.” Laura caught sight of the light shining from the corner of the closed drapes. 

“The sun is up! I have no idea what time it is. What on earth is Mitchell going to think?” Laura started to struggle in an attempt to free herself from Trevor’s hold, tried to remove herself from his arms, his bed. Then, realising she was naked, she froze. How the hell was she going to make a gracious exit when she would have to hunt, completely naked in front of him, for her clothing? Any chance of her maturing body’s flaws remaining hidden in the room’s darkness was now fading as the sun rose. Not to mention the walk of shame she was facing, going home in the probably now rumpled clothing that she’d left home in last night. Laura groaned.

“Oh, this is so embarrassing. I’m not really up on the etiquette this sort of thing involves. You know, the morning after the night before. What the hell was I thinking?” Laura buried her face into the pillow, thinking that hiding from the world might magically make all her uncertainty and embarrassment go away.

She heard Trevor chuckling next to her, and anger was the first emotion to take hold.

“This might seem funny to you, but I’m not some young bunny that hops from bed to bed. This is my first one-night stand and I’m a mother, for goodness’ sake. What will I tell my son? ‘Yes, Mitchell, it’s okay for me to stay out all night without letting you know, but heaven help you if you do the same to me—I’m the only one allowed to worry in this family.’ Not to mention the fact I’ve never stayed away from home before. No, I’m sure Mitchell is feeling just fine that his accusations proved correct, that we did end up in bed together. My God, what must he think of me?” And if the embarrassment of admitting her lack of a sex life hadn’t been enough to completely humiliate her, then bursting into tears left her in no doubt.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Sydney-born Donna Gallagher decided at an early age that life needed be tackled head on.

Leaving home at 15 she supported herself through her teen years.

In her twenties she married a professional sportsman, her love of sport -- especially rugby league -- probably overriding her good sense.

The seven-year marriage was an adventure. There were the emotional ups and downs of having a husband with a public profile in a sometimes glamorous but always high-pressure field. There were always interesting characters to meet and observe and even the opportunity to live for a time in the UK.

Eventually Donna returned home a single woman, but she never lost her passion for watching sport, as well as the people in and around it.

Now happily re-married and with three sons Donna loves coffee mornings with her female friends, sorting through problems from the personal to the international. But she's on even footing with the keenest man when it comes to watching and talking rugby league.

Donna considers herself something of a black sheep in a family of high achievers. Her brother has a doctorate in mathematics and her sister is a well-known sports journalist.

An avid reader, especially of romance, Donna finally found she couldn't stop the characters residing in her imagination from spilling onto paper. Naturally rugby league is the backdrop to her League of Love Series, published through UK publisher Total-E-Bound, spicy tales of hunky heroes and spunky heroines overcoming adversity to eventually find true love.

Donna will be awarding a $50 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Be sure to leave a comment and email to enter to win! 

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Krystal Shannan Features - Frost by Taryn Kincaid @TarynKincaid #romance

FROST

by Taryn Kincaid

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Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

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Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.

“I’m Maxwell Raines.”

Yeah. No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?

She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.

Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she said.

“I’m never late.”

“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.” She waved a hand around the empty room.

“Depends on your perspective.”

“You’re big on perspective, are you?”

“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”

“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left.”

“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”

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Taryn will be giving away Valentine's chocolates, candy and book swag. Grand prize: a copy of Lightning, or another ebook from her backlist, chocolates and book swag to one randomly chosen commenter at the end of the tour.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Taryn Kincaid lives in beautiful Bora Bora. Or wishes she did. When she's not parasailing up and down the Hudson River, taking care of her aging pet walrus, or volunteering at the local animal shelter [oh, HELL, no], she loves to arrange her voodoo doll-pin collection and practice chanting. Taryn is dedicated to eradicating the Kardashians and Honey Boo-Book from the face of the earth, along with The Bieb and sparkly vampires. At this moment, she is busy adjusting the tin foil to throw the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) off her trail. She hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com where she lives for comments!

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/TarynKincaid

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