Spotlight: Borrowed Souls by Chelsea Mueller

If you spend much time here at the blog, you know I’m not big on promo posts. But I had to make a small exception to tip you off on a book from a pretty cool lady, Chelsea Mueller. If her name sounds familiar, it’s probably because you’ve been to her blog Vampire Book Club or seen her on Twitter. I’ve hung out with her a few times at book cons and she’s just as much fun in person.

I haven’t read her debut yet, but I plan to. It looks kind of awesome. Check out the deets below and decide for yourself. You can pre-order if it sounds good to you and be sure to fill out the Rafflecopter form to enter the giveaway Chelsea is hosting.

borrowedsouls-chelseamuellerCallie Delgado always puts family first, and unfortunately her brother knows it. She’s emptied her savings, lost work, and spilled countless tears trying to keep him out of trouble, but now he’s in deeper than ever, and his debt is on Callie’s head. She’s given a choice: do some dirty work for the mob, or have her brother returned to her in tiny pieces.

Renting souls is big business for the religious population of Gem City. Those looking to take part in immoral—or even illegal—activity can borrow someone else’s soul, for a price, and sin without consequence.

To save her brother, Callie needs a borrowed soul, but she doesn’t have anywhere near the money to pay for it. The slimy Soul Charmer is willing to barter, but accepting his offer will force Callie into a dangerous world of magic she isn’t ready for.

With the help of the guarded but undeniably attractive Derek—whose allegiance to the Charmer wavers as his connection to Callie grows—she’ll have to walk a tight line, avoid pissing off the bad guys, all while struggling to determine what her loyalty to her family’s really worth.

Losing her brother isn’t an option. Losing her soul? Maybe.

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  • Midnight Crossroad by Charlaine Harris
  • Hounded by Kevin Hearne
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Giveaway: Dearest Rogue

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I am a HUGE fan of Elizabeth Hoyt’s Maiden Lane series.  Dearest Rogue is out today and the awesome peeps at Grand Central Publishing are giving away a copy here at Red Hot Books (US/Can only.) Check out the details!

dearest rogueHE CAN GUARD HER

Lady Phoebe Batten is pretty, vivacious, and yearning for a social life befitting the sister of a powerful duke. But because she is almost completely blind, her overprotective brother insists that she have an armed bodyguard by her side at all times-the very irritating Captain Trevillion.

FROM EVERY DANGER

Captain James Trevillion is proud, brooding, and cursed with a leg injury from his service in the King’s dragoons. Yet he can still shoot and ride like the devil, so watching over the distracting Lady Phoebe should be no problem at all-until she’s targeted by kidnappers.

BUT PASSION ITSELF

Caught in a deadly web of deceit, James must risk life and limb to save his charge from the lowest of cads-one who would force Lady Phoebe into a loveless marriage. But while they’re confined to close quarters for her safekeeping, Phoebe begins to see the tender man beneath the soldier’s hard exterior . . . and the possibility of a life-and love-she never imagined possible.

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Giveaway: Charley Davidson series

If you follow my reviews or my Twitter feed, you know I am a big fan of the Charley Davidson series. The latest installment, Eighth Grave After Dark, is out next week –and it’s sure to get fans talking.

In honor of the new release, St. Martin’s Press has a great giveaway: the complete Charley Davidson series and a branded coffee mug and Grim Reaper nail decals.

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If you don’t know much about the series, here are the deets on book 1:

Introduction to the series:

First Grave on the Right is the smashing, award-winning debut novel that introduces Charley Davidson: part-time private investigator and full-time Grim Reaper..

Charley sees dead people. That’s right, she sees dead people. And it’s her job to convince them to “go into the light.” But when these very dead people have died under less than ideal circumstances (i.e., murder), sometimes they want Charley to bring the bad guys to justice. Complicating matters are the intensely hot dreams she’s been having about an Entity who has been following her all her life…and it turns out he might not be dead after all. In fact, he might be something else entirely.

CompleteSeriesIf you’re already a fan, don’t miss what happens in Eighth Grave. I’ve read it and it’s a doozy.

eighth graveSometimes I wonder if the purpose of my life
is to serve as a cautionary tale to others.
–T-shirt

Charley Davidson has enough going on without having to worry about twelve hellhounds hot on her trail. She is, after all, incredibly pregnant and feeling like she could pop at any moment. But, just her luck, twelve deadly beasts from hell have chosen this time to escape onto our plane, and they’ve made Charley their target. And so she takes refuge at the only place she thinks they can’t get to her: the grounds of an abandoned convent. Of course, if hellhounds aren’t enough, Charley also has a new case to hold her attention: the decades-old murder of a newly-vowed nun she keeps seeing in the shadows of the convent.

Add to that the still unsolved murder of her father, the strange behavior of her husband, and Charley’s tendency to attract the, shall we say, undead, and she has her hands full…but also tied. While the angry hellhounds can’t traverse the consecrated soil, they can lurk just beyond its borders like evil sentries, so Charley has been forbidden from leaving the sacred grounds. Luckily, she has her loyal team with her, and they’re a scrappy bunch who won’t let a few thirsty hellhounds deter them.

While the team scours the prophesies, searching for clues on the Twelve, for a way to kill them or at least send them back to hell, Charley just wants answers and is powerless to get them. But the mass of friends they’ve accrued helps. They convince her even more that everyone in her recent life has somehow been drawn to her, as though they were a part of a bigger picture all along. Their presence is comforting. But the good feelings don’t last for long because Charley is about to get the surprise of her crazy, mixed-up, supernatural life…

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Giveaway: Revenant

Revenant-Blog-TourIf you love the Demonica series like I do, the latest and final installment, Revenant is sure to satisfy. The book releases tomorrow.  But I’ve got a sneak peek for you and not just one –but two chances– to win your own copy. (US/CAN only.) Take a look.

Since the moment Revenant bumped into Blaspheme at the hospital a few weeks ago, he’d been obsessed, and now, as her long legs ate up the asphalt as she walked toward him, he imagined them wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. The closer she came, the harder his body got. [Read more…]

Inside Look & Giveaway: Broken Soul

BrokenSoulBannerReady for your next Jane Yellowrock fix? Broken Soul is just a few weeks away, and I think it’s my favorite installment in the series to date.  Today, a new collection of Jane stories is out (Black Water) –and we’ve got a sneak peek of Broken Soul to hold you over. If you’re a fan of the series, you don’t want to miss this one.

Leave a comment below with your thoughts on the Jane Yellowrock series for a chance to win your copy of Black Soul before you can buy it. (US Only.)

–Jen

Leo was barefooted, wearing black gi pants of a style I’d see him fight in before, his upper body bare and smeared with blood that hid most of his white scars, his black hair plaited flat to his head, except for loose strands flying as he moved. He was vamped out, his three-inch-long fangs clicked down and his pupils black in scarlet sclera. Despite the vampy-ness, he looked in control. Barely. Drawing on my skinwalker abilities, I took a sniff to determine the pheromone level of his anger and aggression.

 

One of the twins was out, facedown, lying off the fighting mat, his chest rising and falling, so, still alive. The other twin was in play, but his face looked like he’d been used as a punching bag. Which he had been. There was blood all over his white gi, the cloth hiding bruises and torn flesh between the fang rents. The sounds of thuds and slaps and grunts resounded on the air, echoing brightly through the open space. The standing twin spun away and hit the wall. I felt the impact through the floor and my Lucchese boot soles. He slid down the wall, leaving a bloody smear on the painted cement block.

 

“This isn’t good,” Wrassler murmured to me. “The two of them should have been able to hold their own against him.”

“Hmmm. Who else did you call?” I asked softly, as Leo screamed his triumph into the room, fists raised to the ceiling. My Beast peeked out and purred, and I shoved her down. This not the time, I thought at her.

 

“Grégoire. He’s on the way.” Wrassler checked his cell. “And Gee DiMercy should be here any minute.”

 

On his words, Gee DiMercy, Clan Pellissier’s Mercy Blade, walked through the door on the far side of the room. “Hallelujah, Holy Moses,” Wrassler murmured beneath his breath. It was a Southern Bible Belt phrase uttered by people in a certain age group, and though Wrassler looked too young to use it, he drank vamp blood, so he didn’t look his age, whatever it was.

 

“Your gramma say that?” I asked, as I watched Girrard DiMercy from a safe distance. The Mercy Blade was dressed in tight black pants and a billowing royal blue shirt, and he carried twin flat blades, both long swords with hand-and-a-half hilts for one- or two-hand fighting. His hair was back in a queue, tied with a narrow black band. The first time I’d seen him fight, he’d been saving my butt, and I hadn’t had time to admire his technique. Leo was focused on the approaching man, arms out, hands and talons ready, shoulders tensed, motionless as a crouching predator. Unbreathing, in that statute-still way of the vamps. FunnnBeast murmured.

 

“Used to,” Wrassler murmured. “My mama. My daddy.” He added, his tone mesmerized, “Me.”

 

When he was twelve feet away, the Mercy Blade tossed Leo a blade, the overhead lights glittering on the steel edge. The vamp leaped high and whipped it out of the air, but the small swordsman was already moving. His blade left a long cut on Leo’s side. The Master of the City landed on the balls of his feet and slid away before the blade could bite deep, but his blood flowed fast from the slice.

 

Beside me, Wrassler tapped the mouthpiece of his headset and called for blood-servants to join him in the gym, his voice soft but demanding. Yeah. No matter what was going on, Leo was gonna be hungry; it would be wise to have donors on hand.

 

On the mat, the men danced with the swords, their bodies moving with deadly grace. Scarlet droplets flew on the air, the clang of steel so bright and sharp it hurt my eardrums. It was probably stupid, but I walked closer to get a better view.

 

The stench of pheromones increased and I rubbed a wrist on my nose to keep from sneezing. It was potent and heady, with the reek of violence and an underlying hint of wet feathers from the Mercy Blade and of raw power from Leo. But I’d smelled Leo fighting both ways: out of control and using his anger to power his vamp gifts. The difference was negligible, but it was there. Out-of-control Leo stank, an acrid taint on the air, tart as a rotten lemon. This was the other fighting scent. A show, controlled and planned, no matter how out of control and bloody it looked, no matter how bloody it was.

 

The fighters pirouetted away and back, the swords so fast they were a blur of light on steel and the clash of menace. Inside, Beast chuffed with delight. Down, girlI thought at her. We’re not here to get sliced and diced. She huffed and turned her head away from me—a pointed insult.

 

The men on the mat locked blades and Gee grabbed Leo’s wrist, sticking out a leg and shoving his master across it. Leo landed with a thump. The point of Gee’s blade nicked Leo’s throat. The others in the room went silent, not even the sound of breathing echoing off the bare, white walls.

 

I lifted my hands and clapped, the sound slow enough to pass for bored. “Onorios heal fast. So do Mercy Blades. But it was a pretty show, boys.”

Hungry for more? Check out my review of Broken Soul or pre-order your copy here!

Review & Giveaway: What a Duke Dares by Anna Campbell

what a duke daresReviewed by Jen

So far, I have enjoyed every installment in Anna Campbell’s Sons of Sin series. Each one has maintained a unique personality, but what I really like about Campbell’s writing is her ability to make me feel her characters’ emotions… even when (like in this case) they do their very best to ignore their own feelings.

Penelope has been in love with her brother’s best friend Camden since she was a child.  He was always there for her. He was attractive and was even going to be a Duke. What woman wouldn’t be crazy about him? The problem is that she knew he would never be crazy about her[Read more…]

Guest Post and Giveaway: Naima Simone

Forget Sweet Nuthin’s. Get Dirty with Me!

Okay, I have a confession to make.

Ahem.

I luvs me a dirty-talking hero. Like luuuuvs. Not Penthouse-Letters-who’s-your-daddy dirty but raw, erotic, hair-tugging dirty. There’s just something so…so primal about it. And honest.

I remember the first time I read a book with a dirty-talking hero. Lora Leigh’s Megan’s Mark. Turning to Chapter One, I had no idea what awaited me. Braden Arness—feline breed, intense, possessive, carnal, and sexy as—whew! And man, could he talk. At first I did a double take. Did he just…? I know he didn’t say what I think he…? But, oh boy, did he! I’m not going to lie. I was shocked. It was the first time I’d read where a hero used the *ahem* p-word. Yeeeesss, that word. And so easily. With confidence and swagger. Like, yeah, I said it and let’s not pretend you don’t like it swagger. Because it takes confidence in his sexuality and skill to tell a woman in exact detail how he wants it, how he’s going to give it to her, and how she’s going to take it. And love it. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever read.

Whew, chile. Did it get hot in here all of a sudden or is it just me?

chayotDon’t get me wrong. It’s not the words themselves that are hot. Well, not the words alone. It’s the emotion behind them. The intensity, hunger, and passion. It’s like desire has stripped the man of honeyed words and even thoughtful seduction, leaving the raw male animal beneath. Even if he is unable to voice the power of his feelings or need in other areas of his life, he can in the bedroom—or living room, or shower, or office, or car. It’s his most honest form of communication. And hot. Can’t forget hot.

In Secrets and Sins: Chayot, my newest release from Entangled Publishing’s Ignite line, my hero Chayot Grey talks dirty. He’s a laconic, tortured, brooding hero who seems polite, but beneath those suits, exists a man who is not-so-politely straightforward. Especially with Aslyn Jericho, a concert pianist, his neighbor, and the woman who has him yearning for things he doesn’t believe himself capable of giving. For example, when Aslyn flirted too close, not realizing the dark desire she stirred beneath his aloof exterior…

          “Aslyn,” Chay growled. His hold on her waist tightened seconds before one hand gripped Aslyn’s hair and twisted the long ponytail around his fist a couple of times. He tugged, drawing her head back. Tiny bites nipped her scalp. Not enough to hurt, but enough to incite a hunger to straddle his hard thigh and soothe the hungry emptiness in her sex. “Do you want to be f*cked?”

          She froze, slapped by the frank rawness of the question as well as image upon erotic image of being naked under him, over him. He would be gorgeous. All golden skin and lean muscle thrusting into her, pleasuring her. Yes. Yes, she wanted it. The slick skin sliding over skin, the dark groans, stroking hands, and gut-wrenching ecstasy.

          “Do you, Aslyn?” he demanded again. “Because I could f*ck you. I could pick you up, carry you down the hallway to your bedroom, and lay you out on that bed. Or better yet, push you against the wall, strip off your pants, put my mouth on you. Taste you. Suck you. Make you come down my throat before working my c*ck into your p***y. I’d take you against that wall, Aslyn, thrusting so deep, riding you so hard, you’d scream my name as you came again. I can do that, baby.” He nipped her lip, soothed the sting with his tongue. “But it’s all you would get from me. It’s all I have to give.”

Somebody pass me my church fan, please! Some of my favorite dirty-talking heroes? Matt Dononvan in Staking His Claim by Tessa Bailey. Jace Crestwell in Fever by Maya Banks. Vic Savian in Wicked Burn by Beth Kery. And Alistair Caulfield in Seven Years to Sin by Sylvia Day.
C’mon and dish.  Spill the tea on who’s your fave dirty-talker!

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Guest Post & Giveaway: Elise de Sallier


How I came to write Regency Romances
by Elise de Sallier

I’m a huge fan of almost all romantic genres, and I’ve read hundreds of historical romances over the years. While I regularly made up my own stories in my head, and even occasionally jotted down an outline or scene for fun, I never expected to have an opportunity to share my stories with others. Then I discovered the world of fan fiction, and I decided to write a Regency set romance with a somewhat fairytale feel. To my amazement it was very popular and caught the eye of an acquisitions editor from The Writer’s Coffee Shop. This lead to the publication of my Forbidden Love series (Innocence and Protection) a reworked version of my fan fiction story, and Passion and Propriety, the first in my Hearts of Honour series.

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Giveaway: Magic Slays by Ilona Andrews

MAGIC SLAYSIf you’re an Urban Fantasy fan and you are not reading the Kate Daniels series already, you are seriously missing out. It is one of the smartest, entertaining and well written series in the genre.  The newest installment, Magic Breaks, is out in just a few days.  I have read it and I can tell you: it is awesome.

In honor of the new release, the fine folks at Ace publishing are offering three copies of Magic Slays.  (They are giving away different installments of the series in the different stops along the blog tour.) If you’re not caught up on the books, here is your chance.  Just fill out the Rafflecopter form below. US Only. [Read more…]

Giveaway: Sixth Grave on the Edge

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Charley Davidson fans, listen up! Sixth Grave on the Edge is out tomorrow, and we’ve got a sneak peek for you. Check out this fabulous excerpt and enter the Rafflecopter form below for your chance to win a copy!

 

SIXTH GRAVE ON THE EDGE-Excerpt

 

Chapter One

A blank is the only thing I draw well.

—T-shirt

 

“A girl, a mocha latte, and a naked dead man walk into a bar,” I said, turning to the naked dead man sitting in my passenger’s seat. The elderly naked dead man who’d been riding shotgun in my cherry red Jeep Wrangler, aka Misery, for two days now. We were on a stakeout. Sort of. I was staking out a Mr. and Mrs. Foster, so I was definitely on a stakeout. No idea what Naked Dead Man was on. Considering the fact that he looked about 112, probably blood thinners. Cholesterol medication. And, judging from the state of his manhood, which I couldn’t stop seeing every single time I turned toward him, Viagra. If I were to hash-tag that moment, my status would read something like #impressed. [Read more…]