Dog with a Bone by Hailey Edwards (Book Promotion)


Book Description:

Half-bloods with Thierry’s skill set are given two options. They can join the conclave’s marshal program, or they can pack their bags. Turn down the job offer, and you’ve just shredded your residency pass for the mortal realm and booked yourself a one-way ticket to Faerie.

Texas is the only home Thierry has ever known, and she’s not going anywhere. Even if it means following in her notorious father’s footsteps as a peacekeeper. But pinning on the badge opens her eyes to the fact sometimes fae need protection too, and that sometimes humans are the real monsters.


Book Excerpt:

Burnt ozone tingled in my nose. I inhaled deeply, but all I scented was the coming storm. Thunder boomed overhead, rumbling through the ground under my feet. I was still hunched behind a twisted metal sculpture of a giant rooster when the first lukewarm raindrops splattered on my cheeks.

Movement on my right slammed the brakes on my heart. I squinted where I thought I glimpsed a pale blur, but the sun was too far gone and the scrapyard too dark for me to tell what it had been.

My left palm tingled with suppressed energy. My kind of magic wasn’t allowed at the marshal academy.

I had to go. Every second I stood here exposed on three sides was an opportunity to get caught. I filled my lungs until they burned then exhaled slowly, hoping for a clue. Nothing.

It’s now or never.

Shoving off the rooster’s metallic wing, I ran as fast as I could toward the tower at the center of the rusting maze. Even this far away I spotted the white flag plastered against its pole. If I could just reach it, all this ended. Done. Over. If I had that flag, I could go home. If I got there first.

That was a whole lot of ifs.

“Cadet Thackeray,” a low voice rumbled.

My pulse leapt. New plan. Forget the tower. If Shaw had my taste in his mouth, he would not let me reach it. I needed a new hiding spot now before he got close enough to use his lure on me. Once I drew in the hot scent of his skin, it was over. I was lost. His heat would snare me, and I would be his.

As if I wasn’t already.

After darting past a promising heap, I hesitated until spotting a pair of large red ears sticking up from behind the twisted carcass of what once was a desk. Mei. Best friends shared a lot of things, but their hiding place during final exam was not one of them. I left the small fox to her den and kept running.

Sliding around the corner, I left the small-parts section of the yard and headed toward the stacks of crushed vehicles and rusted-out skeletons of construction equipment. I always avoided this section and the prickly sensation it inspired on my nape. Granted, the odds of the stacks falling and crushing me to a half-blooded fae pulp were pretty slim, but I didn’t want to be the exception that proved the rule.

Mud splashed up my legs and soaked my sneakers. I paused to scent the wind, gulping a lungful of patchouli-and-bergamot-flavored air. My skin sizzled and my head whirled as I fought the urge to follow that hot fragrance to the even hotter man producing it. Bastard. He wasn’t playing fair. Incubus lures were too damn tasty, and I was already nursing one hell of a sweet tooth where my instructor was concerned.

With a frustrated growl, I wound through the automotive graveyard until I stumbled past a truck with its cab mostly intact. I crawled over an engine block to reach the door handle and gave it a tug. Water lubricated its rusty hinges, and it swung open with a soft whine. I crawled inside and sank onto the floorboard.

Five minutes to catch my breath. Then I would make a break for it. The tower wasn’t that far. I wasn’t the only prey trapped in this corrugated maze, nor was I the easiest mark out there.

I relaxed into the darkness while mentally pinpointing my location and my best exit strategy.

Scratching noises perked my ears. I tensed, ready to bolt, but heard only rain pelting the roof.

Praying I hadn’t plopped down into a mouse nest, I held still and turned my thoughts back to the quickest way to reach the tower. It was tall, built like a tree stand. Climbing it would be a piece of—

I heard it again. Claws raked over metal. Louder this time.

Lightning struck as I peered through the driver’s side window, outlining a pale, masculine shape. Cruel nails, bone white and razor sharp, traced a rivulet of water down the glass. The handle clicked. I kicked out and jammed my heel down on the stubby door lock. Through the pane, Shaw glowered.

I felt pretty smug until he speared his fingers into the seams and tore the door from its frame.

“You should have run,” he said, fingers circling my ankle and jerking me toward him.

I kicked at his fist and yanked on my leg, but he was too strong. He dragged me forward until he could reach my shirt. Gripping my collar, he pulled me upright, off the floorboard and against his chest. He trailed his nose from the shell of my ear down my throat where my neck met my shoulder.

“I did run.” I gasped as his scent enveloped me. “You’re faster than you look.”

Coarse laughter vibrated through his chest into mine. “I can be, when I see something I want.”

My smartass reply stuttered and died on my tongue.

“Speechless,” he mused, drawing back to peer into my face with eyes gone ravenous.

Tearing my gaze from his, I stared past his broad shoulders at my endgame, at the soaked flag wringing itself on the pole as winds from the summer storm buffeted the tower and ripped at its hem.

I let him think he had won, let him hold me against him until I was free of the truck and could see a clear path for my feet. While hunger turned his eyes opaque, I admit it, I played the damsel card.

Once the toes of my shoes hit dirt, Shaw sank his nails into my hips while searching me for the white handkerchief shoved deep into the rear pocket of my jeans. Once he removed it, I was “dead”. Game over. Exam failed. I shot him a regretful look then slammed the heel of my palm into his nose.

Cartilage crunched and blood streamed down his chin. Shock widened his eyes. He groped at his face on reflex, releasing his hold on me. His nails sliced furrows into his cheeks. While he was stunned, I whirled out of his reach and ran for it. I cleared three yards before his enraged roar made me jump.

“Thierry.” His voice boomed.

I wish I had said something clever, but I’m pretty sure I squeaked like a mouse with a cat hot on her tail. Incubi as a race were passionate, hotheaded. Shaw as a man was competitive, driven. Talk about your explosive combinations. Attributes that made him a great instructor also made him an apex predator.

And I was feeling hunted.

It was a new experience for me, and I didn’t like it much.

Ignoring the snarling on my heels, I pushed until my thighs screamed and my legs were rubber. I ran until the tower was in sight, and I caught a second wind. The growling behind me increased, and so did my speed. Bursting into an open area, I hesitated at the sight of my classmates huddled together.

A slender woman of Japanese descent stood nude under an umbrella covered in plump cardinals. I guess Shaw had found the fox shifter after all. Damn it. Now she would be stuck retaking the exam. The only thing more competitive than a pissy incubus was a kitsune whose 4.0 GPA had just plummeted.

“Move your scrawny ass,” Mei screamed at me. “You’re the last woman standing.”

Our classmates picked up her cries and began cheering for me. I appreciated the support, but the clapping and whistling made it impossible to hear Shaw’s approach. Looking wasn’t an option. I had to watch my footing or risk tripping. He was downwind, so I couldn’t scent him. I was running blind.

Panting through the last dozen yards, I hit the corroded ladder beneath the tower and hauled my body up toward the hatch in the center. My foot slipped off a rung and hit something. I glanced down to find Shaw squinting up at me through one eye. His other was shut tight under a muddy boot print.

Crap. I climbed faster, hands slipping on the wet metal. At the top, I groped for a latch but found nothing. I wedged my shoulder against the side opposite the hinges, took another peek at a slavering Shaw, then rammed the hatch until the lock buckled and the narrow door burst open. I swung inside, bouncing the wood off Shaw’s face as he tried to join me. I winced in sympathy. It was a pretty face.

Wood splintered and metal groaned as Shaw ripped the door from its hinges and hurled it away. There were four open slots about two feet high and six feet wide on each side of the tower. The pole was mounted in the center of the roof, so that’s where I headed. I slid through one gap, careful of my footing on the slippery tin. Grasping the pole with one hand, I used it to haul myself up the tower’s side.

“Not so fast.” Shaw wrapped his palm around my ankle.

“Knock it off,” I snarled. “You’re going to make me fall.”

His other hand clutched my upper thigh. “I’ll catch you.”

“My hero,” I grated between clenched teeth.

I tried kicking where his face should be, but he wrestled with my foot until he popped off my shoe. I wriggled until the second shoe joined the first. His fingers dug into the denim of my soaked jeans. My fingers tightened on the slick pole. Using his grip to balance me on the lip of the open window, I flung out my other arm, locking both hands around the pole and hoisting myself higher.

Shaw’s hands crept up to my hips, smoothing over my ass in his search for the pocket where my flag was kept. Two inches lower and he would win. I hated losing, so I brought my knee up hard under his jaw and braced that heel in the window, kicking up and launching myself onto the roof.

While Shaw cursed at me and threatened to bend me over his knee—kinky—I found my footing. Standing tall and proud, I snatched the limp flag from its hooks with a whoop. Glancing down at the cheering cadets, I spotted Mei’s mile-wide smile and swung my soggy prize over my head with glee.

In hindsight, the victory dance was overkill. One minute I was shaking what my momma gave me. The next I was crashing through the thin roof and toppling over the jagged edge. Shaw tried to catch me. The ground managed the job for him.

Some hero he turned out to be.

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My Apologies Followers For The Long Dry Spell

I apologize for the long dry spell with no new posts. It has been a long year, and I have missed this blog. I had a complicated year with a lot of medical problems that made it impossible for me to keep up with my writing in any form. Things are just now beginning to taper out for me, and I am finding my way back to “normal” as much as I can. I will update when I am able. I promise not to go another year without any news.😉 Thank you everyone for your patience and understanding.

A Few Thoughts on Grief

Grieving comes for many reasons, not just over the loss of a person or a pet. Souls can also experience grief over the loss of a relationship, the sudden changing of a lifelong career, the loss of a home or a way of life they have always known, sometimes even the dying of a dream.
The thing about grief is that there are always certain stages the soul must go through, and at the pace that is right for them, in order to achieve healing, peace, and the ability to move on.
There is no singular right way to grieve, nor is there one timeline within which to do it.
The grieving process is personal to each person who experiences it and cannot be judged or discriminated by others.
Grief is how we accept loss, adjust to change, and hopefully grow along a new path towards a different destination.
Change is hard. We have a built-in human inclination to resist it. However, change is also inevitable in life. Grief is how we deal with changes that must occur and often bring us to different experiences, locations, and decisions that we quite likely would never have made otherwise (perhaps we needed the change to force us into doing the right thing we didn’t realize we needed to do).
Grief comes to us all. The best thing to do when it arrives is to allow ourselves to feel it, every step of the way, and see where it eventually leads us.

Cover Art Reveal – Still Life with Strings by L.H. Cosway

Today is an exciting day! Here before your very own eyes is the latest cover art reveal by author L.H. Cosway. Below are both the paperback and ebook cover art images for her newest book “Still Life With Strings”.





Intrigued aren’t you? How could you not be, this is a work by L.H. Cosway, which means its guaranteed to be great and full of that hot romantic chemistry she is so well known for. I was fortunate enough to get a sneak peek/beta read of this book and I guarantee you it will not disappoint.

Just to tease you a bit more, here is a snippet about the book:

“My name is Jade Lennon and I stand still for money.

The night I saw Shane Arthur watching me everything changed. A man in a suit always catches my eye, but it was the way he looked at me that was different. Like he knew me or something. He didn’t know me, especially not in my costume. My sobriety rests on staying away from men, but there was something about him that made me throw caution to the wind.

After all, I was never going to see him again, right?


Standing still isn’t the only way I make my money. I also bartend at a concert hall. Never in my wildest dreams did I think Shane was going to show up there. Not only that, but he’s the most recent addition to the orchestra. So now on a daily basis I have to resist one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met and he plays the violin. For me that’s one hell of a deadly cocktail.

He wants me to teach him how to live. I’m not sure how much a twenty-six year old recovering alcoholic who works in a bar and moonlights as a living statue can teach a world class concert violinist, but I’m sure going to try.

Still Life with Strings is a story of music, art, sex, magical realism, and romance that you will never forget.”

(Expected date of publication: March 24th 2014.)

In honor of this big day the author is running a rafflecopter giveaway so see below for details…

Meet Michael Allan Scott

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Today’s interview spotlight is on Michael Allan Scott. Born and raised at the edge of the high desert in Kingman, Arizona, Michael Allan Scott resides in Scottsdale with his wife, Cynthia and their hundred-pound Doberman, Otto.  In addition to writing mysteries and speculative fiction, his interests include music, photography, art, scuba diving and auto racing.

His book The Dark Side of Sunset Pointe – A Lance Underphal Mystery is a paranormal mystery that reads like a thrill ride with twists and turns you won’t see coming. You can view the book trailer here.

KT: So tell us Michael, how did you end up writing in this genre?

MAS: When I started writing fiction, I was drawn to science fiction, dark fantasy and horror, yet I love reading a good mystery. In researching which genres within my wheelhouse had the best commercial potential, mystery/suspense/thriller was the clear winner.

KT: If one of your books was being made into a movie, which celebrities would you want to cast for it?

MAS: Of course, I’m expecting they will all be made into movies. In fact, the writing style is more visual than typical novels, custom-built for movie adaptation. That said, for the first book, Dark Side of Sunset Pointe, I envision Jack Nicholson or John Travolta as Lance Underphal and Ryan Gosling or Brad Pitt as Detective Frank Salmon.

KT: Ooh, all good actors and dreamy to watch on the big screen. Nice choices. Moving right along, if you could actually spend a day living the life of one of your characters, which one would it be and why?

MAS: Hmmm … it would have to be Sonja, the protagonist’s dead wife. She’s got the best of both worlds—spiritual and material, with none of the drawbacks.

KT: That would be exciting. Now of all your writing projects thus far, which one are you most proud of?

MAS: The one I’m finishing up now, Grey Daze, the third Lance Underphal mystery in the series.

KT: When did you finally feel like you had really made it as an author?

MAS: April 13, 2013 when my first book, Dark Side of Sunset Pointe, hit #2 in the Kindle Best Sellers Top 100, and #1 in the Best Sellers – Mysteries. Yeah, baby!   

KT: I’d like to take a minute to say congratulations on that and all your successes. I can’t help but wondering if you always wanted to be a writer. What job did you dream of having as a kid?

MAS: When I was really little I wanted to be a cowboy or an Indian (oops, Native American.) Then when I heard “She Loves You” I wanted to be a Beatle.

KT: I know right, who is cooler then a Beatle? Since we are talking about fun subjects, if you could have a super-power what would it be and why?

MAS: The Genii who has the power to grant wishes. I’d get a lot more done in less time. 

KT: That is one I haven’t heard before, most people pick flying. LOL. How about giving us a little known fact about you?

MAS: It’s been rumored I do yoga in the nude.

KT: You sure have a good sense of humor throwing that one out there! If you could give any piece of advice to your younger self, what would it be?

MAS: Do it NOW! Don’t wait!

KT: So true. Doesn’t it often seem to be the folly of youth that we always put things off for another day that may never come. While we are on the subject, what was the best advice you were ever given?

MAS: Never disparage yourself or minimize your strength or power.

KT: Wise words indeed. As we wrap things up here, do you care to tell us anything about your next project?

MAS: The next project is still a mystery to me. I’ll burn that bridge when I cross it.  

KT: That is one way to keep us all in suspense.🙂



To learn more about Michael Allan Scott and his work, check out the links below.


Dark Side of Sunset Pointe – book trailer:





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Talking With Tara Brown


Today we are talking with paranormal fantasy writer Tara Brown. She is the author of such sizzling stories as Cursed, White Girl Problems, Bane, The Born Trilogy, Sunder and more. See a listing of her work here.

In her own words, Tara describes herself as:

“I am not going to talk in the third person. It feels weird.
I am a Bestselling author of Paranormal Romance, Post Apocalyptic, Contemporary, Romance, and Fantasy novels. I write a lot of books and jump Genres all the time. Mostly because I think I have Writers ADD, I like to call it WADD. It might be a real thing.
I write YA some of the time but mostly New Adult, my books have sexual content (Heck yes) and Swearing. You have been warned. Now enjoy!
I have a beagle named Buster, a husband who I force to read everything I write and two girls who want so badly to be a character in my books. And not in that order.
I am mid thirties so be prepared for the chick lit novel this year. I am calling it my Ode to my Midlife Crisis. I’m kidding. It’s actually called The Single Lady Spy Series and it is an adult romantic-thriller series. The first book, The End of Me is due out April of 2013. It is a sexy and fresh series with the lightest touch of erotic naughtiness.
I have been writing since I was old enough to lie. So for some time. If you’re wondering about the hat, it’s my ‘Hey I’m Canadian Toque’
Welcome to my world. Please enjoy the ride. If you would like to reach me for whatever reason, please visit me at my facebook page – You can also email me at
Thanks for checking me out and I hope you got lost in something I wrote or it made you so MAD/HAPPY/SAD/BLISSFUL/TURNED ON/ANGRY/EXCITED/FRIGHTENED/HORRIFIED that you couldn’t believe it.”

Since inquiring minds want to know more, let’s dig a little deeper…

What made you choose this genre?

“I love paranormal fantasy because I love the world of what if. YA is a challenge and I love a challenge. Taking away sex, too much profanity, severe violence, and adult situations makes it harder to craft a story. Those are easy tropes to use, taking them away builds your skill.”

If you could spend a day living the life of one of your characters, which one would it be and why?

“Emma from Born. I would like to say its for honorable reasons, I just want Will lol. A day with Will, yes I think so.”

Which of your writing projects are you most proud of?

“The Lonely, I wanted to stop but I didn’t. I pressed on.”

If one of your books could be made into a movie which book/story would you pick and which celebrities would you cast?

“The Devil’s Roses Series. My dream cast is here and here I even have hottie pictures!!!!”

Care to tell us about your next project?

“The Reaping. If you liked born you will love The Reaping. It is a sci fi apocalyptic novel. It is awesome, savage and realistic. I am anxious for it to release. I love the cover. The book follows a pair of sisters the day the world ends and beyond. The eldest sister has to keep them all alive as a zombie styled apocalypse starts. But not everything is as it seems and not everyone is who you think they are. Should be fun!!!!”

What was the time in your life that really made your writing career? (When you felt like an established author.)

“Last January I rose to bestseller status with my book Born. It was amazing. It made me feel like an author. Now I have had the status several times I have to say that it doesn’t get old. It’s an amazing feeling.”

Thank you so much Tara for giving us some tasty tidbits about your work and what makes you such a talented author.

Book Review for A Kiss of Venom by Hailey Edwards (Released 2/5/2014)



Newly released as of today, A Kiss of Venom by Hailey Edwards is an absolute must read! Here is the description of this hot new release:

All’s fair in love and murder…

Betrayed by her lover and exiled from her clan home, Nicolette has carved herself a new identity from the heart of her old life. Hardened by grief and desperate to survive, she hones a new skill set…and the daggers that go along with it.

Armand is heir to the wealthiest clan in the Araneae Nation. His entire life is as mapped as his heritage. Tradition dictates his every decision, and the one choice he ever made for himself cost him the woman he loved.

When Nicolette is offered a contract she can’t refuse, she returns to Erania with deadly intentions. Her secrets are safe behind the façade she created. Or they would be if Armand would stop chipping at the cracks in her veneer.

One kiss ignites an old flame, and suddenly their history is in danger of repeating. Armand falls for Nicolette’s charade, but she can’t let a second chance at happiness distract her from her mission. Someone in the Araneidae nest is marked for death, and Nicolette aims to deliver.

Available now in multiple formats!

My Review:

I literally tore through the pages of this book at light speed. I could not get enough of the feisty chemistry between Armand and Nicolette. This fantasy romance promises and delivers with excitement, mystery, action, passion and more. 

From the very start of this tale, Nicolette is a woman of mystery and danger. Dropping hints like breadcrumbs, you are gradually pulled into her background tale of woe that led up to making her into the deadly assassin that she has become.

The mystery surrounding her true motivation for arriving at the Araneidae nest is cloaked in suspense that keeps you urgently reading to know more.  

Armand is immediately presented in a way that can only be described as a cocky, ladies man, but with the roguish charm that makes you want to melt into his arms. That persona is somewhat stripped away to reveal compassion, caring, and depth that makes you fall helplessly in love with him.

Their tale is hot and fiery from beginning to end, and I guarantee that after reading this book you won’t be able to rest until you have read the whole series!

Click here to read the excerpt from A Kiss of Venom!