Sunday, August 20, 2017

Cover Reveal for Blade Song: Special Anniversary Edition (Colbana Files Book 1) by JC Daniels

Title: Blade Song: Special Anniversary Edition (Colbana Files Book 1)
Author: Shiloh Walker writing as JC Daniels
Re-Release Date: August 30th 2017
Genre: Paranormal

Special Anniversary Edition

Includes the short story DAMON and never-before-released deleted scenes
and more.

Kit Colbana--half breed, assassin, thief, jack of all trades--has a new
job: track down the missing ward of one of the local alpha shapeshifters. It
should be a piece of cake.

So why is she so nervous? It probably has something to do with the
insanity that happens when you deal with shifters--especially sexy ones who
come bearing promises of easy jobs and easier money.

Or maybe it's all the other missing kids that Kit discovers while
working the case, or the way her gut keeps screaming she's gotten in over her
head. Or maybe it's because if she fails--she's dead.

If she can stay just one step ahead, she should be okay. Maybe she'll
even live long to collect her fee...

A Stroke of Dumb Luck
Bladed Magic
Blade Song
Proceed with Caution - A Collection of Deleted Shorts & Scenes

Review: "Do yourself a favor and read this
book.  This story is original and hard-hitting with terrific world
building and some of the best characters I've read.
Yum." Patricia Briggs, author of the #1 NYTimes Mercy Thompson series


Walker has been writing since she was a kid... she fell in love with vampires
with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more...ah... serious
vampire stories. She loves reading and writing anything paranormal, anything
fantasy, but most all anything romantic. Once upon a time, she worked as a
nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest.
She also writes under the pen name J.C. Daniels.

The Slant Six by Christopher F. Cobb - PROMO BLITZ

Sci-fi / space opera thriller
Date Published: March 31, 2017
Publisher: Darkwater Syndicate, Inc.

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The year is 2252 and Loman Phin is in trouble. A washed-up channelship racer turned freelancer, he hits pay dirt with his latest mission: a fortune is on the line if he can transport forty-three kilograms of human skin to a remote villa on Pluto's moon, Nix. Little does he know his very life is at stake when he gets caught up in an ancient feud, chased by a space vampire, and forced into a death-race by the king of Ceres. Meanwhile, danger is always hot on his heels in the form of a massive space freighter out for Loman's blood. With just his wits, his friends, and his beat-up cruiser, the Slant Six, Loman sets out on the most dangerous adventure of his life.


Loman squeezed the control stick, his knuckles turning white. The Slant Six blasted from the tunnel directly into traffic, crisscrossing the expanse of Island Earth Grand Central Station. The little channelship was a mere speck of dust inside a giant tumbling drum of organized chaos.
“Twelve o’clock!” Portia pointed to a great lumbering whale of a black Bentley that sailed across their trajectory, blithely unaware that both ships were on the verge of becoming unrecognizable husks of burning scrap.
Loman jerked the stick to the left and pushed it downward. With an abrupt drop they angled sharply underneath the leviathan. As she lifted off the seat, Portia felt her stomach clench into a knot. She clapped her hands to her mouth to keep from vomiting and kept them there until the feeling passed.
The Slant Six shuddered as its roof scraped the Bentley’s hull; the shrill noise curled her toes. No sooner had they cleared the Bentley than another vessel, with the image of a blazing comet stenciled on its side, cut into their flight path.
“Comet!” Loman snapped the stick back and to the right. They shot upward with a starboard roll, just missing the Comet as it barreled past.
Loman leveled them out in time to avoid a row of cruising channelships awaiting their turn to launch. The Slant Six weaved in and out of the slow moving ships so quickly that the line appeared to be standing still. Loman continued to navigate the quickly eroding pattern of traffic inside the station.
The mouth of the main tunnel came into view, with open space beyond it.
“There she blows!” he said. “Our egress to free space.”
Portia gave a weak nod. Whatever flaws the man had as a human being, she was thankful he more than made up for these with his piloting skills.
Island Earth Grand Central was utter bedlam as the other pilots reacted to the rogue channelship. Several ships spun in directionless circles while others bumped each other like a flock of feeble-minded geese in flight. Sirens from the station patrol blared, but it was already far too late for anyone to catch the Slant Six sprinting toward the exit.
The colossal dexelized head of the Abacus materialized to block their departure from the interchange. You’d think her gently drooping face would look a hundred times sweeter on such a titanic scale, but nothing could be further from the truth. At fifty meters across, those normally soft wrinkles became deep, dark chasms; her rubicund cheeks expanded into twin reproductions of the planet Mars—acrid and inhospitable.
“Now hold on there, sugah,” the trembling speech of the Abacus boomed throughout the station, filling it full of saccharine and horse sense. “If you don’t change direction, you may end up where you’re heading. Slow down and land at the nearest pulpit. What do you say, sweetie?”
“How does she know it’s me?” Portia asked aloud without having meant to. She leveled an angry glare at Loman. “You idiot, why didn’t you cloud our i-dents?”
“Don’t sweat it, Little Miss Moonbeam,” Loman chuckled. “It’s a canned warning. She doesn’t know us from Adam.”
Loman rocketed the Slant Six up the left nostril of the monstrous Abacus. He’d gotten them safely into the tunnel, and so all they had to do now was survive these last couple kilometers of intermittent darkness as they blasted down the flashing passageway.
Punishing vibrations shook the Slant Six, rattling her from stem to stern. Sitting on her hands, Portia gripped the bench seat even tighter. The shaking grew worse by the millisecond, threatening to tear them apart.
“Damn,” Loman growled through the noise. “Not again.”
“What is it?”
“Ah, the vibration damper ring tends to slip when using emergency propulsion for too long… it happens.”
“It happens?” Portia was aghast. “That’s all you can say? It happens?”
“Don’t worry, she can take it.”
A sizeable chunk of outer skin plating tore off the nose of the channelship. The twisted section of hull slammed into the forward transom and proceeded to bounce along the length of the Slant Six, banging and clanging as it went flying off into the blackness. Portia and Loman looked at each other, she with worry and he with what had to be feigned confidence.
“Not an essential piece, not really.” He smiled weakly. “Nothing I can’t handle.” Loman begin furiously adjusting his rheostats. “All it takes is some extra pressure to compensate for the weakened hull segment and bingo! We’re good to go.”
The Slant Six was still shuddering as she shot out of the open crater beyond the domes of Island Earth. Portia felt the g’s push against her chest as they broke from the weak gravity of the moon. At last, they catapulted into the cosmos, free from the constraints of artificial atmosphere and away from confined spaces.
Loman wasn’t smiling as he made a few more corrections on a console glowing cool blue from the hot ice beneath its surface.
The vibrations instantly stopped and the roar of the ship’s emergency thrusters was silenced. All went quiet as sanity finally returned to their encapsulated world. The absence of sound was pure manna for Portia’s ears.
“We’re using her magneto-static drive now,” said Phin as he let go of the control stick. It retracted back into the floor panel.
The Slant Six settled in and drifted silently into the expanse of stars.
“That’s better.” Portia smoothed down her hair and flattened out the wrinkles on her disheveled gown. “You will intersect with the channel and head to the Kuiper Pass near Triton. You’ll get more instruction once we’re there.”
“Whatever you say… whoever you are,” he muttered.

About the Author

Born and raised in West Palm Beach, Florida, Christopher Cobb ventured off to the wilds of New York City for several years to experience the world of acting. Finding it a cruel and inhospitable world, he hid high in the Appalachian Mountains of North Georgia for a time. Having grown weary of snow and perilous black ice, his life path took him back home to south Florida where he earned college degrees at Florida Atlantic University. He now lives in Jupiter—the city, not the planet—with his true love and talented artist, Alicia, their two weird cats, Simon and Weezy, and his amazingly wonderful daughter, Emma. He is a member of the Bloody Pens Writers Group, as well as the Florida Writer’s Association and intends on writing more exciting books for publication. All this makes Christopher a very happy man indeed. Visit him at

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Saturday, August 19, 2017

Bait By Jade West

Title: Bait
Author: Jade West 
Genre: Romance, Suspense 
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Jonny James
Cover Designer: RBA Designs 

A stranger online. Dark hair and even darker eyes that knew my dirty desires before I did. 
A fantasy that should never be spoken. But he pulled the confession from me. 
And now he’s coming for me.
Rough. Dirty. Dangerous.
It’s supposed to be one night to get me off and make me forget.
He’ll make me his and I’ll pretend I don’t want him to.
I’ll run and he’ll chase. 
Because I asked him for this.
I begged him for this.
Tonight, in the darkness, he’s the hunter.
And I’m the bait.

Jade has increasingly less to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s happy with this fact. 

Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted. 
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile. 
She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness. 

She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.

Romance Between the Pages' Weekly Podcast Interview

Ever wondered about the personalities behind your favorite books? Victoria Danann's new podcast with Riley J. Ford has an incredible lineup of authors booked through the spring. No question is out of bounds. Check it out!


Riley J. Ford is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author represented by CAA (Creative Artists Agency). She has had tremendous success with her books, reaching #6 on the NEW YORK TIMES bestsellers list and #9 on the USA TODAY bestsellers list within her first two years of publication. She made the USA TODAY bestsellers list again in September of 2014.

Riley writes romantic comedies, humor, romance, mystery, and contemporary fiction. Fast-paced plots, humor, and steamy scenes are her specialty. Her books are available in e-book formats, paperbacks, audio books, and in foreign languages. 

Riley J. Ford is a UCLA graduate with a degree in English. She was a teacher for many years before becoming an author. She resides in California and enjoys reading, dancing, sunsets, and spending time with her family. When she's not writing, you can find her at her children's sports activities or running off to the beach for an afternoon swim.

Book Blitz for Doll Face ~ Sadie Grubor writing as V Fiorello

Title: Doll Face
Author: Sadie Grubor writing as V Fiorello
Book Blitz: August 16th, 2017
Genre: Dark
Romance & Erotica

Most kids don't grow up wanting a dead-beat
dad.  Those kids don't understand how
much worse it can truly be.  How it feels
to grow up wishing your father was a neglectful dead beat and not a living nightmare.
I did. I do. And my safest place is to hide among
the monsters. So, that's what I do.  I
blend into a sea of criminals and the depraved.
Any of them are far better company than my father.
It's been over two years I've stayed safe, over
two years of keeping the balance, over two years of being someone else and
living their life. 
Then he walks through the dark red lacquered doors
of my hiding place. His eyes searching, probing, and knowing. Now, this
temptation swirls on the tip of my tongue, teasing my taste buds, making me
want to confess all my sins to a man who could punish me and free me in the
most wonderfully worst ways.

This isn't a romance. This isn't a love story.
This is primal. This is raw. This is obsession.
Sometimes, love is messy.


Text Copyright © 2017 Sadie Grubor
All Rights Reserved

the door, I step into the dimly lit room. Thinking they aren’t here yet, I
reach for the light switch panel.

it,” the deep baritone voice slices through me. I don’t have to see him to know
it’s him – the one they call Saint. Excitement prickles my skin, anticipation
kicks my heart into overdrive, and fear … the fear steels my spine and
constricts my lungs. I want to run, but I’m not sure whether it’s away from or
toward the voice.

catch you,” he informs, and a new wave of terror slices through me. “Close the

As if
my body has fallen under his control, I shove the door shut behind me. Arms
wrap around me from behind, one at my waist, the other across my chest. His rough
hand clamps down on my shoulder, while the other squeezes the fleshy part of my
hip. He’s so much larger than me, stronger too, and his arms act as unwavering
bands, confining me against his chest.

At his
rough touch, my body flares to life. Parting my lips, I inhale and lean back
into him. Below the surface of my skin, a slow burn begins, seeking release
from the confines of my flesh.

had drawn a reaction, a coaxed one, but this man calls to me, luring every deep
desire from within.

heat of his mouth caresses my ear, encompassing me in a cocoon of want.
are you?” The words stroke my lobe, and I close my eyes, trying to battle the
response my body has to him.

At my
silence, Saint releases my shoulder, his large hand sliding over my chest and
collaring my neck.

the fuck are you? He accentuates the question with a flex of his fingers.
briefest bite of pain shoots through me, and I gasp, reaching up to grab his
arms with both hands. Fear swirls with a deadly combination of need. The
darkness seeps through the cracks in my armor, and I arch against him.

stiffens, releasing the hold on my throat, and the movement is enough to push
the desires back down.

at his arms, I twist out of his grip and face him. Even in the dim lighting,
his hazel eyes gleam. It’s both scary and enticing. His eyes roam over me,
taking in every part slowly and deliberately, allowing me a moment to study the
dangerous man in front of me.

dark brown hair is cut to his scalp around the sides, but left a bit longer on
top. High cheekbones, strong jaw, and an angular nose give him a severe but
handsome face. A broad chest and muscular shoulders fill out the undoubtedly
expensive gray suit, and I’m sure the white, button-down shirt protests the
flex of his biceps. He’s over a head taller than my five-foot-seven stature. He’s
attractive-extremely attractive- but it’s the fierce dark aura surrounding him
that sends normal, sane people running.

clearly not normal, or sane, because it’s this I respond to the most. Even now,
I want to offer myself up as a sacrifice to the danger and sin I sense in him.

Sadie Grubor
is a Haribo Gummy Candy Whore & a foul-mouthed writer of smexy times and
characters who typically have immature and inappropriate humor. Yes, this is a
reflection of her.  She can only hope you
respect her in the morning, but doesn't expect it.

At some
point, she may offend you.  Yes, she
realizes this and owns it.  Trying to
change this outcome has proved futile in the past.  It's best to just let her trashy mouth weed
out the classy folk. Everyone is better off that way.

Sadie's darker side:  V Fiorello
Where the black gummy bears come out to play.

Louisa Masters' The Bunny and the Billionaire,

Spending their fortunes and losing their hearts.
Title: The Bunny and The Billionaire
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 01-Oct-17
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Designer: Bree Archer

Hardworking Australian nurse Ben Adams inherits a substantial sum and decides to tour Europe. In Monaco, the home of glamour and the idle rich, he meets French billionaire playboy Léo Artois. After getting off on the wrong foot—as happens when one accuses a stranger of being part of the Albanian mafia—their attraction blazes. Léo, born to the top tier of society, has never known limits, and Ben, used to budgeting every cent, finds it difficult to adjust to not only Léo's world, but also the changes wealth brings to his own life.

As they make allowances for each other's foibles, Ben gradually appreciates the finer things, and Léo widens his perspective. They both know one thing: this is not a typical holiday romance, and they're not ready to say goodbye.
Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was sneaking romance novels in and working out how to read them without being discovered. She’s spent most of her life feeling sorry for people who don’t read, convinced that books are the solution to every problem. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She spent years trying to build a “sensible” career, working in bookstores, recruitment, resource management, administration, and as a travel agent, before finally conceding defeat and devoting herself to the world of romance novels.

Louisa has a long list of places first discovered in books that she wants to visit, and every so often she overcomes her loathing of jet lag and takes a trip that charges her imagination. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.

Cover Reveal for Blade Song: Special Anniversary Edition (Colbana Files Book 1) by JC Daniels

Title: Blade Song: Special Anniversary Edition (Colbana Files Book 1) Author: Shiloh Walker writing as JC Daniels Re-Release Date: A...