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Scattered Flames ~ The Dragon Queen Series

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Lost in a sea of pleasure, Imrie cried out, never wanting the sensation to end. Whatever he desires of me, I will do it. She turned her head, allowing him to drink freely.

Ukemi appeared in the doorway.

Imrie went rigid.

Thankfully, the vision and blood lust had Lord Lucius distracted, or for lack of a better word, occupied. Had he seen Ukemi, he would’ve reacted.

“Ukemi, you shouldn’t be here! If he sees you…”

With her sweet face bunched in disappointment, she shook her head. “You’re no better than your husband. You sold your soul and body to the devil just to trap the dragon queen, and now he owns you.”

“No my dear girl, I sold my soul and body to the devil so you wouldn’t have to. Now please, return to your quarters before he senses you.”

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Silent Screams ~ Yvonne Nicolas

“Torn between darkness and light, can Rayne save mankind?”

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Silent Screams Excerpt

The erratic pounding beneath her chest had her pulse racing. Her body felt strange. A static charge started at her head and worked its way down to her toes. In waves, it rolled back up her body and left the center of her back pulsating. “What the hell…?”

SilentScreams_ebook_final_smallBewildered, Rayne reached back under her shirt, and brushed her fingers over her dragon tattoo. She vividly remembered when she got it. It was years ago in Hong Kong. On that day, she was a little tipsy, and feeling mighty damn adventurous.

As she stroked her tatted flesh, it thumped against her fingers like a heartbeat. Weird!

In the thick of her confusion, something really freaky happened. Time slowed down. Rayne turned in a circle watching everything in motion drag to a sluggish pace. After that, everything went mute. She couldn’t hear the sounds of cars driving by, or the chatter of the people walking along the strip, who literally moved in slow motion as they sauntered by.

It was like being caught up in some bizarre dream.

A presence… She felt a presence that made her insides flutter. She’d felt this presence before, in her mind. Could it be him? Demetri? Had he actually found her?

Nervously, she clutched the end of her shirt and scanned the area for just a glimpse of him. No one stood out. No one even looked her way. Was he teasing her, or was her mind truly playing tricks on her? “That’s it, make me even crazier than I already am,” she muttered.

Along the side of the street, a cab pulled up next to her. The driver, a middle aged man with a cropped haircut and a broad smile, stepped out of the car. He trotted around the vehicle to where she stood and opened the back door. Sweeping his hand through the air, he gestured for her to enter.

Without asking any questions, she slid into the cab.

It was a quiet ten minute ride to the beach. Still smiling, the driver helped her out, and then waved for her to follow him.

Her Adidas’ rubber soles dug into the sand as they trudged along the deserted beach.

Off in the horizon, a pale pink tint from the moon beamed over the small waves in the ocean and highlighted the grains of sand. They sparkled under her appraisal like a trillion tiny diamonds in the spotlight.

The driver led her to a small gazebo near the shore. Sheer red curtains covered the openings. Through the transparent fabric a chaise lounge sat in the center of it. On the side, was a tall bucket filled with ice, chilling a large bottle. Probably wine. Long metal torches on either side of the shelter added to the glow already cast from the moon above.

“This is lovely, but why’d you bring me out…?” She turned to find the driver gone. “Ohh-kay, Houdini, where’d ya’ go?”

A gentle breeze blew ripples over the water and pushed the curtains back, as if to welcome her into the cozy enclosure.

Swallowing hard, she moved toward it.

A deep croon brushed the side of her neck. “Do you approve?”

Startled, she whirled around and tumbled backwards. The heel of her shoe dipped into a patch of soft sand and she lost her balance.

A pair of hands caught her by the arms. She was jerked upright and drawn against a hard masculine body. Her breath came out in shorts spurts as his arms circled her waist. “Oh God,” was all she could whimper.

Deathly afraid to look up into his face, she clutched the lapels of his jacket and squeezed her eyes shut. Panic picked at her nerves. Suddenly, she realized she was holding her breath.

Breathe, Rayne, breathe.

This was no dream, or vision. This was actually happening. He’s here! He’s really here!

The enticing scent that made her horny as all hell swirled around her in teasing ribbons of ecstasy. She couldn’t help but breathe him in with every inhale.

His long fingers slipped beneath her chin and tilted her face up to his. “At your request, I am here.”

She opened her eyes and her next breath got caught in her throat. Whoa!

Jet black, wavy hair draped his broad shoulders, and framed his porcelain face. Mid-high cheekbones and a narrow-bridged nose added to the perfection of his features. Accented by a fan of thick black lashes, bright, exotic eyes that shimmered like the ocean were fixed on her.

Plainly put, this man was crazy hawt, a real stunner. Never in her life had she seen a man, or woman, so incredibly beautiful. He was unreal. Just looking at him made every muscle in her body tingle, every nerve quiver and her lady needs increase. “Demetri?” she whispered, giving into the shudders darting up and down her spine.

His plush lips curved up into a sexy smirk, enhancing his beauty as he slowly removed her shades. “Hello, Angel.”

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A Kiss of Ashen Twilight ~ Rae Lori

“Worlds collide when a Nightwalker and Fae fall in love.”

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A Kiss of Ashen Twilight Excerpt

“Ariya.”

At the sound of her name, she immediately turned to Jace. The look in his eyes and the subtle tremor of his hungry voice alerted her of what he really needed. Blood.

Right away she pulled her curly hair away to bare her neck to him.

AKoAT Cover - Amazon“Take me,” she whispered. Her warm breath caressed his hot, broken skin.

“No, Ariya,” he said weakly. “I can’t take your life. I’ve never—”

I’ve never fed before without killing in the process.

She silenced him, leaning down to press her lips against his in a kiss. “I trust you,” she whispered into his mouth in a kiss.

I can’t chance it, Ariya, his words echoed in her mind.

Ariya remembered his words about the feed.

With the right person, it is highly pleasurable, but potentially deadly. It’s hard to put into words the heights of bliss one rises to as they are pushed to the edge of death. Unless they share the experience with me, apparently. Then they don’t survive at all.

She sensed him tense with her remembrance and a wash of fear fell over him at the risk. Despite it all, she couldn’t let him die here. She refused to stand by and lose another person. This was the only option, even if she had to force her blood in his mouth to help him stay alive.

His understanding was confirmed as she felt his cold, yet gentle, touch. His hand caressed her skin in reluctant movement as he reached out to cradle her head. Pulling her down to him, he entangled his fingers with her tight, curly locks and sharply sucked in a gulp of air before speaking.

“Ariya, please forgive me.” Jace gripped a handful of locks in a tight fist and opened his mouth to reveal his white, shiny fangs.

With a soft growl from deep within his throat, he sunk his teeth into the soft skin of her neck.

Pain shot throughout her body, mixing with waves of pleasure. Jace held onto her as he fed, taking with her blood not only energy to revive him, but her very essence that mixed with his own. It drained into him as he took more and more.

Ariya’s blood was on fire with a passion she had never felt before. Sensual pleasure shot straight to her core. She wanted more. She needed to have more of him.

Just when she thought her body was ready to explode, he released her and she fell back on the sandy ground with shallow breaths.

Jace’s hands curled into claws and his back arched as he released a loud thunderous roar. His body regenerated itself right before her eyes from a scalded, damaged figure to his youthful, pale handsome form. His breath slowed until he calmed as the night stilled around them. He didn’t waste another moment before rushing over to Ariya.

“Ariya—” He grabbed her arms and helped her sit up. Gently, he caressed the two puncture wounds he had made on her neck.

The pain dissipated under his touch and when Ariya brushed her finger over the tender area, she found it smooth, as if he had never fed. How did he do that?

“Jace?” she said, her voice weak even to her own ears.

“Yes, baby. It’s me.” He brushed his fingers against her hair, smiling as he gave a gentle laugh.

Sirens loomed in the distance and the spell between them had been broken.

“Looks like that’s our cue,” Rich said with a gruff edge to his tone.

Jace looked up at his Uncle watching them in silence. “Uncle, I know you don’t condone–”

Julian held up his hand, silencing Jace. “We’ll discuss this later. Come, you can rest at the Ashen Twilight House.”

Rich tapped Gael’s chest before gesturing to their waiting vehicles.

Gael nodded in response. “We need to clear out before the Mortal law enforcers show up with tons of questions.”

Car engines started up like a musical symphony followed by a succession of doors opening and closing. Jace scooped Ariya up into his arms and rushed over to a nearby limo where Rich held the back door open.

Jace froze as something dawned on him. “Your bike.”

Rich waved him away. “Uncle’s got it taken care of. Come on.”

Jace climbed in the back, settling across from Gael while he set Ariya down in the seat next to him. Rich tapped the top of the limo in short succession before climbing in to join them. As soon as he closed his door, the limo started on its way.

Ariya shifted position to rest on Jace’s chest as he embraced her. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she exhaled softly, finally feeling the weight of the night’s events slip away.

“She lived,” Rich said, smiling proudly.

Jace nodded. “That she did.”

“You know what this could mean?” Gael leaned forward, folding his hands while resting his elbows on his knees.

Jace didn’t respond and Ariya wondered what he was thinking after hearing Gael’s question. As he looked down to meet her gaze, realization struck him like the heat of the sun’s rays on his cold skin.

After tonight and the act they shared, Jace knew his immortal days had been changed forever.

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Meet Rae Lori

Rae Lori is a multi-published award winning author and a geek girl at heart. Over a twenty year plus writing career, she has been published with various zines, journals and publishing companies and taught new writers the craft of novel writing in between her projects. She can usually be found with her head in the clouds daydreaming of her next story. That is, when she isn’t  gaming or watching her fave movies with her fellow geekazoid husband (it’s time for another Aliens rewatch!), crocheting, or has her nose in a book.

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Spirited Away ~ Ines Johnson

“The trip to find herself led out of this world.”

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Shanti expected pain, but her whole body hummed, like that glowing feeling after an orgasm. God, it had been so long since she’d felt that hum of electricity between her thighs. If only this feeling were from a man, but it wasn’t.

Spirited Away CoverThe last thing she remembered was the blue scorpion coming towards her, then pain in her leg. She’d heard that some predators sent endorphins into their prey as they ate them. If so, she wished she’d gotten stung to death a few months earlier so that she could’ve experienced this kind of release before laying down a chunk of her savings in search of a spiritual release in India. This feeling traveling through her body was the ultimate release.

Oh no, she groaned, she was dead.

That eight-legged freak had killed her.

All she’d been doing was looking for a sign from God. But she guessed God intended to talk to her face to face.

Shanti struggled to open her eyes. When they adjusted she saw the dark blanket of night disturbed only by the stars that poked through. She wondered where she was. That looked like the Big Dipper over there. Was she still on Earth? Maybe she was having an out of body experience?

But…no. It felt like she was still in her body.

The tingling in her leg continued. It radiated down to her toes and up through her spine. There was no pain. Instead it felt…good. Really good.

Her mind turned once more to the sweet release that hummed at the base of her spine. She gave into the need to press her thighs together. But the friction didn’t work. It only increased the pressure. And that wasn’t the only place she felt a delicious pressure.

It radiated up and down her leg. She also felt a pressure resting on head. When she tried to blink, she felt an obstruction on her brow. Her eyes flicked over to the side. A hooded figure loomed over her.

This must be the Angel of Death. Wasn’t that Saint Peter? But she was pretty sure Saint Peter didn’t wear a hood. Plus there were no shimmering wings.

Maybe it was Anubis, the Egyptian god of the Underworld. That was whom her father had expected to meet at the end.

Shanti had spent many nights wondering who greeted her parents at the end of their lives. Her parents subscribed to different religious systems from each other. Her father began his life praying to Jesus, then prostrating to Allah, and finally ended up following a cult that worshiped the ancient Egyptian gods. Her mother had been a different story, or rather the same continuous story. From birth to death, Shanti’s mother continued her lifelong devotion to Shiva. In life, her parents’ different beliefs didn’t interfere with their love. They had been the most accepting people she’d ever known.

Shanti had never subscribed to any particular religion. She’d gone through so many in her youth that they all melded together. She did know that there was a Creator. It was evident in every blade of grass, in the organic systems of all living creatures, in the perfection of the ecosystem.

That is, before humans began poking at it with a stick.

Shanti was surprised to find her easy acceptance of this next stage of her existence. She was health-conscious by birthright. She’d expected to live an active life as an octogenarian as the coach-potato adults and the handheld-device addicted youth in her community withered away after half a century. She’d wanted to be able to say ‘I told you so’ to everyone in her community who went against her and continued to pollute the waterways. She’d wanted to dance in front of them in her svelte yoga body as they all lay in hospital beds on dialysis. But they’d have the last laugh.

Thirty was too soon to go. But so far death was having its perks. For example, that building buzz of an orgasm.

She wanted to hold still and let the waves of pleasure consume her. But then they stopped. The pleasant pressure released from her leg, but not her forehead.

She looked down at her leg. The hooded being had removed his -or maybe her- hand. Shanti tried to peer into the darkness of the hood, but she could see no facial features. She saw no dog muzzle to indicate Anubis either.

“Am I going to heaven?” Shanti asked.

No response.

“To Nirvana?” She wracked her brain through all the religions her parents had introduced her to.

“Elysium? Shangri-La? Zion?”

Still no response.

“Well I can’t be going to Hell. Not with all the work I’ve done for the environment and animals.”

The hooded figure pushed his hood back, revealing his face and Shanti let out a blood-curdling scream.

She’d never thought the Creator was a being like her. She didn’t think such a craftsman had a huge ego to craft its highest being in its own likeness. Plus she believed in evolution, which told her that humans were not born first, neither were they naturally the highest on the food chain. Had it not been for a meteor, the dinosaurs would have eventually evolved to write the stories that would make up religious texts and humans would be worshiping a reptilian god.

It was a shock to see such a different being up close and personal.

The closest approximation Shanti could use to describe this being was that he looked like a depiction of the Buddha. Not the human prophet Siddhartha Gautama, who was an Indian human male. This being resembled the cone-headed Buddha depictions with nodes around his dome instead of hair. His skin was a pale shade of blue. His eyes were overlarge and without lashes.

When all the air left her lungs at the end of the scream, Shanti calmed down and caught her breath. As common sense returned, she guessed this all made logical sense. She was in India after all. It was only fitting that one of that culture’s idols serve as her guide into the afterlife.

The being held up his hand. Even his fingers were overlong. It took Shanti’s mind in a different direction, wondering if all of his limbs were long.

God, she was horny even in death.

The hooded figure stretched out his fingers to her as though he wanted her to take his hand. After a brief moment’s hesitation, Shanti placed her hand in his. The second their palms touched, warmth flooded her body.

Pictures flashed through her mind. She saw an Indian woman smiling at her, surrounded by other cone-headed males with big eyes. Blue men, purple men, green men. Then stars. So many stars. And planets. Planets of colors she’d never imagined.

Was this what she could expect after life on Earth? To travel amongst the stars?

“Yes.”

Shanti blinked and refocused on the being before her. His lips hadn’t moved, but she got the sense that he was communicating with her.

“Would you like to see the stars?”

Shanti gasped. Her gasp was the only sound in the clearing. His lips still hadn’t moved. The words she’d heard in her head hadn’t really been words, more of an image of the stars in a sea of dark space and a sense of someone welcoming her into that space.

“I have not heard the language of the Earth for many years.” His large eyes probed hers. “My deepest apologies if you find this invasive.”

He went to withdraw his hands from her. Shanti clasped it back, tightly.

“No. Its fine,” she said. “It’s just -I’ve never experienced this before. Well of course I’ve never experienced this before. Unless there’s such a thing as past lives, which my mother believed in, but I’ve never been so sure. I don’t really know what I believe, which is crazy now that I sit here before you and you’re giving me a choice of what to do next with my soul.”

Shanti stopped her tirade and took a deep, cleansing breath. She stared up at his eyes. His deep, soulful eyes.

“Did you understand any of that?” Shanti asked. She waited to hear his response, but it sounded from within her, from somewhere deep within. It began in her gut and radiated to her head. She struggled to concentrate on his words, or were they his thoughts?

“I understand that my touch does not repulse you.”

His thumb rubbed the ridge of her hand. Shanti felt a thrill skitter up her arm. “I like the way you touch me,” she said.

A small smile ticked at the corner of his mouth. His lips were full. She wondered what they would feel like against her lips, her neck?

His hand moved to her neck.

Shanti’s eyes widened. “Oh god, are you reading all of my thoughts?”

He shook his head slowly, his eyes were still fastened to her neck. “I do not understand all of your words.”

His eyes traveled across her lips. Shanti felt the heat. She pulled the corner of her lower lip into her mouth.

His eyes locked on her mouth. “I can read your emotions, you desires, clearly.”

Shanti’s lips parted. His nostrils flared.

Oh God, was she seriously flirting with this…she didn’t know what he was.

“I am Eloheem.”

Shanti knew that word. It was the Hebrew word for angel. So this was it. She really was dead. She looked down at her leg. The wound was closed. Only a red spot remained, but the redness was fading fast before her eyes.

“I sense unease within you.”

Shanti turned back to him. But he was no longer looking at her eyes, lips, or neck.

“Does it still ache?” His hands went to her thigh. When his long fingers brushed her skin, Shanti shivered. That pleasure-filled pressure running to her core once more. Her eyes closed unbidden and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“I sense another ache in you.”

“Yes,” she moaned aloud.

The physical feel of his fingers combined with the mental invasion of his voice threatened to send Shanti over a cliff of pleasure.

“Tell me your name,” he whispered into her mind.

“Shanti.”

“Shanti.” This time the sound hit her ears.

Shanti opened her eyes. His large eyes roamed over her body leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

“If you come with me,” he said into her mind once more, “you will never ache again. I promise you…”

Shanti watched as his mouth opened. She saw his tongue, saw his teeth clench the second before he sounded out her name once more.

“…Shanti.”

Shanti couldn’t form any words with her lips. Luckily she didn’t have to. He said he could read her emotions, her desires. What she felt was crystal clear. She reached for his hand once more. When their fingers clasped, Shanti knew her life, or whatever this existence now was, would be forever linked to this man, or whatever this being before her was.

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Meet Author Ines Johnson

Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!

Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.

Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.

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Angelborn ~ L. Penelope

“He gave up eternity for love… and lost.”

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Angelborn-v2B-600I drop onto my bed and am about to put in my headphones when Genna turns around.

“Caleb, meet Maia. Maia, Caleb.” She points back and forth between me and her desk, then goes back to her dresser. Ghost Boy is staring right at me, but I avoid his eyes and look at Genna’s back. I don’t engage the dead anymore. Ignoring them has been working really well so far. And I know Genna can’t see him, she never has before, so I have no idea what she’s talking about. She slams her drawer shut, turns around, and smiles.

“She’s kind of shy,” she says.

I’m looking at her like she’s crazy. Who the hell is she talking to? Her phone is on her desk, and she doesn’t have a Bluetooth. Something about brain cancer.

Ghost Boy stands up directly in front of me, blocking my view, and holds out his hand like he expects me to shake it. Genna comes up beside him and lays a hand on his outstretched arm. I shoot off the bed, unable to peel my eyes away from her fingers brushing his arm. She’s touching him. His skin looks normal. Golden hairs dust his forearm. His hand is still stretched out to me; I reach for it tentatively, brushing my fingers across warm human flesh before pulling my hand back as if stung.

I feel like I have been stung. Shocked by a cattle prod is more like it. I look back and forth from him to her, disbelief cutting off my airways. What. The. Fuck?

Genna’s staring at me like I’m covered in green slime, and Ghost Boy’s eyebrows are up to his forehead. I shake my head, trying to clear it. I can’t take this. It’s too fucked up.

I leave my stuff and run out of the room. Run until the dizziness engulfs me and I collapse.

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Meet Author L. Penelope

Leslye Penelope believes love is magic and likes her romance with a healthy dose of imagination. She writes new adult, fantasy and paranormal romance with multicultural characters.

Equally left and right-brained, she thinks puzzling out a programming problem is fun and has a quote from The Matrix tattooed on her arm. She lives in Maryland with her husband, one eighty-pound lap dog, and an attack cat.

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Hello all!

SILENT SCREAMS and SHADOWS & DUST are the first 2 novels of the Dragon Queen series. These 2 novels are also the first additions to the special combo collection for the Dragon Queen series.

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Right now, it’s available for pre-order exclusively on Amazon for only $2.99. This is a limited time offer, my friends. 😉 Don’t miss out on this great deal!

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Silent Screams (Book 1 ~ the Dragon Queen Series)

Sink your fangs into this edgy tale, consumed with dark romance, blood lust and creatures that lurk in the night. silentscreams_fbcover2

“The mysteries of the world have been hidden from you all your life. I beseech you to stay, so that I may give you but a taste of the truth you seek.” ~ Demetri Bithanos

SilentScreams2R&B sensation, Sharayna “Rayne” Piers, lives her life dedicated to her music. On stage and in the studio, she pours her heart and soul into the lyrics of her songs, hoping to deliver a piece of herself to the listeners. But ever since her twentieth birthday, her seemingly normal life has taken a turn to the dark side.

Piercing screams and horrendous acts of murder seizes her mind, haunting her night and day. Women similar to her in age are vanishing all over the world without a trace. It leaves Rayne wondering if the rash of disappearances is connected to her visions.

Soon, she will discover the world she was raised in is just a cover for what really hides in the shadows, and that her life as a human is a deception to mankind, a guise to conceal her true nature. Will she shun the darkness that has befallen her or step up to the throne and become what she was created to be? YN_logo_WhiteShadows & Dust (Book 1.5 ~ the Dragon Queen Series)

Unveil a world filled with monstrous shadows and whispering darkness. ShadowsDust_fbcover

“Things are so different now. Clouds of demons are shrouding the world. I missed the good ole’ days, when a little silver and holy water got the job done.” ~ HavocShadowsnDust2

When darkness falls, Vampire Huntress Joan “Havoc” Dawson and her team gears up and steps out to meet the evil as it threatens to spill onto the streets of mankind.

On the second anniversary of her sister’s death, Havoc finds herself lured into a rundown neighborhood by an unknown entity. She stumbles upon a dark secret, one that’s guaranteed to claim many innocent lives.

But in order to destroy the creature behind the madness, Havoc may have to surrender her soul to the darkness.

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**WARNING: This series is not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, urban dialect, demon and vampire seduction, kickass female characters, sword-wielding bad asses, super-hot shifters, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

Consider yourself warned. 🙂

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Excerpt from Scarlet Moon #InterracialRomance #VampireRomance #UrbanFantasy #ian1 #ASMSG

I have quite a few big things happening in the next couple of months so I’m on the grind times 2. ^_^ Scarlet Moon Book 2 of the Dragon Queen Series is finally in print and it is gorgeous ya’ll!

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I have a few autographed copies that are on their way to readers at this very moment. Thank you to the giveaway winners who have been so patient with me. I had no idea moving would throw my whole schedule out of whack. Nevertheless… Slowly but surely I’m getting back into the groove.

I’m on it, people! 😉

Now for your reading pleasure, an excerpt from Scarlet Moon.

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Silent Screams is BOOK OF THE YEAR!!! #ASMSG #DEC #Paranormal #InterracialRomance

Oh my God, I’m so excited I don’t know what to do with myself!

The first book in the Dragon Queen Series, Silent Screams was nominated for Book of the Year over at the Talent Cave Reviews.

AND IT WON!

You awesome readers did that! You heard my desperate pleas for votes and you answered by putting Silent Screams on top. *grin* You guys rock!

Silent Screams was the only interracial romance novel nominated, which makes this win even sweeter.

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Thank you from the bottom of my black little heart! 😉

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Check out the new release, the 4th installment to the Dragon Queen Series ~  SHIFTING DARKNESS

Welcome to London, where the dead walks and the shifter packs rule.

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“The mysteries of the world have been hidden from you all your life. I beseech you to stay, so that I may give you but a taste of the truth you seek.” ~ Demetri Bithanos

SilentScreams_ebook_finalR&B sensation, Sharayna “Rayne” Piers, lives her life dedicated to her music. On stage and in the studio, she pours her heart and soul into the lyrics of her songs, hoping to deliver a piece of herself to the listeners. But ever since her twentieth birthday, her seemingly normal life has taken a turn to the dark side.

Piercing screams and horrendous acts of murder seizes her mind, haunting her night and day. Women similar to her in age are vanishing all over the world without a trace. It leaves Rayne wondering if the rash of disappearances is connected to her visions.

Soon, she will discover the world she was raised in is just a cover for what really hides in the shadows, and that her life as a human is a deception to mankind, a guise to conceal her true nature. Will she shun the darkness that has befallen her or step up to the throne and become what she was created to be?

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Sink your fangs into this edgy tale, consumed with dark romance, blood lust and creatures that lurk in the night.

“Yvonne Nicolas overlays a fabulous paranormal world over our own; one filled with demons and dragons, vampires and werewolves.” Reviewed by Happily Ever After Reviews

The Author Spotlight is on ME! Interviewed by @JadeKerrion #ASMSG #DEC #IAN1 #IndieAuthors

The very talented Jade Kerrion interviewed me earlier this year, and I must say I enjoyed every bit of it. We touched a little on my writing process, the Dragon Queen Series, and the ups and downs of my career.

“When I started writing, my goal was to answer the reader’s call, to make characters relatable to people from different backgrounds. I’d like to believe I achieved that in the Dragon Queen series.”

Click the link to check out my interview with jade Kerrion: http://www.jadekerrion.com/2013/12/16/author-spotlight-on-yvonne-nicolas-author-of-scarlet-moon/

There’s still time to enter the Winter Giveaway! The contest is over on Friday, December 20th when SHIFTING DARKNESS, the 4th installment of the Dragon Queen Series releases. Don’t miss out on your chance to win!

Click the link for details on the giveaway:

http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2013/12/13/winter-giveaway-win-new-release-and-amazon-gift-card-asmsg-dec-vampires-paranormalromance/

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