Welcome to our stop on the Sinful Sirens Giveaway Hop, hosted by Under The Covers & Guilty Pleasures. 

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Some scorching hot reads recommended by Anna & FranJessca

Giveaway is open to US and Canada Residents ONLY (due to the prize being a gift copy)

Welcome to the "Spring Cleaning Giveaway Hop" hosted by I am a Reader, Not a Writer.

It's time to make room for more books on my bookshelves or at least make room for the ones I have in my living room that need to go into my personal library in my bedroom.  My husband says I am a book hoarder.  He has no idea really.  LOL

I will never read The Vampire Diaries again so I want to give them away to someone who has not read them or wants to read them again, but does not have their own copies.  

Just to warn you ahead of time the books are nothing like the tv show.

Oh I am PROUDLY TEAM DAMON all the way!!!  =)  

Welcome to our Virtual Book tour stop of "Angel Bait" by Tricia Skinner brought to you by Bewitching Book Tours.

Angel Bait

(Angel Assassins #1)

by: Tricia Skinner

Publishing Date: 2/18/13

Publisher: Crimson Romance (F+W Media)

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance

ISBN 10: 1-4405-6515-5 

ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6515-1 

eISBN 10: 1-4405-6516-3 

eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6516-8 

Number of Pages: 204

Word Count: 65,000

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Description:

Saved by the angel sent to kill them, four half-angel boys are trained and employed as Heaven’s assassins. Jarrid and his nephilim brothers are raised as members of The Eternal Order, and must enforce Heaven’s laws by hunting down those who defy the Directorate. 

His only shot at freedom is Ascension, but his employers won’t permit the ancient ritual. Then Jarrid learns a Renegade angel is in Detroit. Such a high-level take­down is the answer to his prayers—all the leverage he needs to Ascend. 

For freedom, Jarrid is willing to do anything to lure his elusive enemy out of hiding. 

Even use an innocent woman as bait. 

News reporter Ionie Gifford has no clue an angel outlaw wants her dead. She agrees to help Jarrid, the enigmatic nephilim with penetrating silver eyes and a worship-worthy body, but only because he accepts her terms. He’s her all-access pass into the city’s supernatural underworld where she hopes to locate her mother’s killer. 

Blind­sided by Ionie's beauty and tenacity, Jarrid soon finds the eternity-old glacier around his heart thawing. With duty and desire at war within him, he’s forced to make a choice—either save Ionie from the trap he snared and stay chained to Heaven, or allow her to become collateral damage.

After spending several years as a newspaper reporter and corporate communications director, Tricia Skinner cast off traditional journalism for the freedom of novel writing. ANGEL BAIT is her urban fantasy romance debut. Her reading tastes are all over the place, but she’s mainly drawn to fantasy (and its subgenres), paranormal, sci-fi, and history. In those rare moments when she’s not writing, Tricia is a newbie “green” practitioner, a fitness procrastinator, and a technology geek. She is a mother and a wife. Her family includes two Great Danes. Tricia stays active in various writing communities. She is represented by Laurie McLean of the Larsen Pomada Literary Agency. She welcomes correspondence from readers. Visit her online at www.TriciaSkinner.com.

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Welcome to our virtual book tour stop on "The Wicked Series" by Calinda B., brought to you by Lit Connect Events.

A Day in the Life of Writer Calinda B 

In the early hours, when the sky has not yet stretched into morning light bliss, I awaken. It’s 5am. The Official Sweetie Pie still sleeps, his warm body tucked beside me. I turn my head in his direction. Mmm. He is my fantastic lover and best friend. Annoyingly happy in our union, we are committed to lasting love with each other for the rest of life. I wonder if he’d mind a wake-up reminder of how good our lasting love can feel. Writing beckons. I tear my thoughts away from him and roll towards the edge of the bed. 

Fatty Cat, the sentry in charge of food, purrs loudly by my head. I’m sure his thought cloud is megalophonic as he transmits the signal to his brother. “She’s awake. Get ready.” I know to keep my hands inside the covers. If I poke them out from under the blankets, Fatty Cat will begin his relentless grooming, his raspy, slobbery ministrations an unwelcome intrusion on my skin. 

I linger in bed, waiting for wakefulness to wipe away the cobwebs of sleep. I luxuriate in the feel of my bed. A good bed and bedding is important. When times were tough, I always made sure to at least have high thread count, silky sheets. Today I am surrounded by comfort. The mattress is a Tempurpedic. It yields and conforms to every curve. The sheets are kitten soft. Two Tempurpedic pillows cradle my head and shoulders. Mmm. I love my bed. I wonder if I should drift away for a few more minutes. Nope. Writing calls. I roll out of bed. 

Our long lingering twilights and early morning dawns are gone. It’s the season of darkness and dreams. I feel around for last night’s comfy, cotton sweat-pants, arranged so that I can slip them on without turning on the light. Same with the cotton top and sweat-shirt. Once they are in place, securing warmth along my skin, I and the cats pad downstairs to begin our day. 

 In the kitchen, tea water is turned on. Vitamins are consumed. The cats pace around in the dim light, wondering what made me think that I could take care of myself before catering to them. They send thought clouds of disapproval my way. I sweep my hand over their heads and brush their thoughts away. Once my tea is steeping, they can settle down to their breakfast of thawed meat cubes, dry crunchies and a sprinkle of tummy soothing supplements. Skinny Cat has made an art form out of spewing the contents of his stomach on the floor if he doesn’t get this added boost. 

Writing awaits. I can feel its siren call from the front room. The promise of unsolved mysteries, passionate couplings and dramatic surprises, crafted by my own colorful imagination, lures me. I can build worlds, destroy them, bring heartache and misery, and stoke the fires of sexual awakening. Like the goddess Kali, I am the giver of life and death through my imaginative wanderings. I say who lives and who dies. A benevolent mistress, I give this character deeply fulfilling sexual communion with that one. A harsh and cruel mistress, I don’t allow this other character to be fulfilled – ever. She has to suffer. She has to seek revenge for what she cannot have. There is no rhyme or reason to my whims. The characters are fulfilled or left longing at my discretion. If I want them to be frightened out of their minds, so be it. If I decide that they are hungry with want and need, in a state of constant, unforgiving arousal, I craft it. If I want them to meet a challenge successfully, it is done. It is all up to my mood at the time. Mine…. 

Cats fed, tea in hand, I wander in to settle into my comfy apricot leather seat. The chair sits next to huge, arched picture windows. In the spring and summer, my eyes are drawn to ospreys who pinwheel in the sky over a nest across the street. They defend their tree from opportunistic eagles, always ready to snatch a free meal or move into a pre-made home. The sky is a constant wash of dynamic movement. Sometimes it is full of sunset, sometimes clouds roll by – it provides an ever changing backdrop for creative musings. 

I sink into the supportive chair, pull a supple, soft blanket over my legs, fire up the laptop and assume my role as creator of worlds. I write. I write and I write and I write. I write until I must tear away from my computer for nourishment. I work out with weights and medicine balls, building muscles so I can sustain my relentless schedule. I sit back down and write. I write scenes in my WIP and emails and postings on Facebook and blog articles. I write until my back hurts, my legs go numb, my shoulders ache and my eyes droop with fatigue. And then, at days end, I fall into my cozy bed to nourish my tired brain until it is, once more, 5am.

The Wicked Series 
by Calinda B. Series
Information:
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: The Wicked Series
#of books so far: 3 + 1 short story
Publisher: Sumner McKenzie, Inc.
Format: Ebook and print

A Wicked Choice
Publishing Date: 5/31/12