Cover Reveal~ THE HUNT (Shifter Origins)

It’s time…


Shifter Origins


The hatred between them ruled their history.

The love between them became legendary.

Prince Kael has just lost his father to an assassin, and he’s the next target. A murderer is on the loose, the kingdom is in disarray, and Kael is determined to make the person responsible for killing his father pay. But falling for the beautiful Cara, panther-shifter and main suspect in his father’s murder, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s not at all sure she did it, and he finds himself going against everything he’s ever known just to claim her.

The ceremonial Hunt is approaching, and mates must be chosen to run together. The hatred between the tiger and panther species is all they know. If Kael and Cara follow their hearts, it could mean treason and death.

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THE HUNT Release Day Announcement

Things are moving along, and I finally got The Hunt‘s finalized release day! The book will be available October 24th! Ah! I’m so excited I can scream. So that means two things: it’s time to start organizing promotional tours and such, and Blue Moon‘s deadline has been moved up. Gah! I have to finish it before The Hunt is released, so I’m going to be super busy this next month. Lots to do!

The publisher is working on The Hunt‘s book cover now. Once that’s done, I’ll do a cover reveal. I saw the first draft of it, and it’s a hot one! For now, here’s a little teaser of what’s to come.




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Cover Reveal~ HIS HAVEN by Harper A. Brooks

His Haven

The Redemption Series: Book One

By Harper A. Brooks




Ignorance isn’t always bliss…

Handsome and diligent Avrum Brenin should have died in the fire with his mother and older brother. Instead, he is saved by the powerful and wealthy immortal, Lord Henri. Placed under his care, Avrum shares in his world of endless splendors. He must do one thing in return—look after Haven, a human and Lord Henri’s newest rescue.

The simple task proves to be more complicated than it seems. Haven is disobedient, ungrateful, and hostile, yet she is beautiful and mystifying at the same time. One night, when Avrum stumbles across Haven barely clothed and bound at the wrists, the world he has trusted in unravels before his eyes. He soon discovers that no one—from Lord Henri and Haven to his closest friend, Lysander—are who they seem to be.

Now faced with the truth, will Avrum choose to surrender to the man who rescued him, or will he have the courage to save the woman who captivated him?

Available June 24th!

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What readers are saying about His Haven…

“Amazing book, I couldn’t put the book down and I can’t wait until the next one comes out! Harper Brooks has got to be one of the best writers I have ever read. She knows how to pull you in and make you want more…” – Jackie, Amazon

“Ms. Brooks has started a story of other-worldly magnitude where adventure and secrecy filled the pages. Twist and turns ran amok as the author delivered angst, love, friendship and intrigue. I adored each character in their own way as each brought nuances to the story which enhanced another main character’s personality. I look forward to the sequel in this new and adventurous series.” –Evelise, S.E.X. Reviews

“His Haven is a fantastic mix of historical and paranormal romance. This author is one I’m going to keep my eye on–she has it all here. Action. Romance. A touch of horror. You can’t put this book down.” –C.C. Moore, Amazon



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Author Bio:


Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even though classic authors have always filled her bookshelves, she finds her writing muse drawn to the dark, magical, and romantic. But when she isn’t creating entire worlds with sexy shifters or legendary love stories, you can find her either with a good cup of coffee in hand or at home snuggling with her furry, four-legged son, Sammy.

She writes historical and paranormal romance.


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The Hunt

A Shifter Origins Novel

The hatred between their species ruled history.

The love between them became legendary.


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by Sabrina Ramoth

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When secrets from the past collide with the present, the consequences may be deadly.

Vivienne Davenport is an ordinary teenager—at least, she thinks she is. Then the untimely death of her mother reveals a family secret. She’s adopted . . . and her real mom is a witch.

The truth only complicates Vivienne’s life further. Buried deep within her family’s history of magic is a deadly curse that has plagued them for generations.

When her birth mom disappears, Vivienne must tap into her suppressed powers to save her long-lost mother—and herself.

Can Vivienne become the witch she needs to be? Or will her newfound powers prove too much for her to handle? Only one thing is certain: She will soon learn that all magic comes at a price.



“Do you mind if we take a different approach?”

“Sure.” I nodded.

“All right. I want you to try to light a candle,” she said, pointing to the candelabrum on the fireplace. I stood and walked over to study it. Its wick stared me in the face. I waited for that now-familiar current to course through my body the way it had when Desmond helped me levitate the pillow.

“The source of a witch’s power comes from within. You’re going to have to dig deep inside yourself and find where it is that you draw your energy from.”

Where I draw my energy from? I thought back to the moments when my magic seemed to come alive on its own—the table shaking at Claire’s and the compact burning Aubrey. In those moments, I felt angry or hurt. I needed to make myself angry. That should be easy enough. The adoption, stolen memories, the curse, my mother’s death . . . each of those alone could make anyone angry. My pain ran deep. It tightened around my heart, threatening to crush it. My eyes shut tight. Part of me tried to shut it down and push it away, but for the first time in a long time, I let myself feel all the crap I had kept bottled up. Heat rose up inside me, and I visualized a spark igniting the wick, unfurling into flame. When I opened my eyes, a small flame danced around the wick of the candle in front of me.

“Good! I knew you could do it.” Grand’Mere beamed from ear to ear. “Now, light the rest of them.” She motioned to the other candles in the room.

I had been in this room many times since my arrival, but never before had I noticed the number of candles. I took in a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. Anger and hurt. I closed my eyes. Again, I allowed myself to remember the pain, thoughts of that last day at the hospital, the day everything changed. The day she died. I’d known it was inevitable, but I wasn’t ready. The grief smoldered hot in my chest, burning until I could no longer bear it. I couldn’t face it. I wanted to push it away. Ignore it.

“It’s okay. Feel your pain. Get angry at it.” Grand’Mere’s firm voice guided me from across the room.

And with her permission, I let my grief consume me, filling every inch of my body until it coursed through my veins. I relished it.

“Open your eyes!”

A flame danced on the wick of every candle in the room, letting off a soft glow. Exhilaration and terror warred in my chest. What am I capable of? I possessed immense powers controlled by anger. I was dangerous.


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Author Bio:

Sabrina Ramoth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three children, and three crazy dogs. When not reading or writing, she can be found binge-watching Netflix or throwing her very own dance party wherever she hears music playing.








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Author Interview:

  1. Tell the readers a little about yourself.

I am a stay at home mother of three who grew up and still lives in New Jersey. I enjoy relaxing at the beach in the Summer but my favorite season is Fall. Some of my hobbies include baking and dancing, though I do not bake often enough according to my husband and kids.

  1. What do you HAVE to have when you are writing?

Coffee! And a quiet room. I can’t write without either.

  1. Why do you write for Young Adults?

Well since I love reading Young Adult novels, it only seemed natural to write for young adults. Being a young adult is such a special time in life, there is so much to experience. Falling in love for the first time, forging relationships with best friends, and not having adult responsibilities. I suppose reading and writing novels for young adults reminds me of a time where life was less complicated.

  1. When did you start to write? Did someone/something influence you?

I started writing after reading Twilight. See as a kid I always had an active imagination, creating imaginary worlds with supernatural creatures was something my best friends and I did for fun. Then somewhere along the way my imagination got lost in the monotony of everyday life. But that all changed for me after my best friend begged me to read Twilight. It had been a long time since I read anything in the fantasy genre. My reading habits up until then had been mostly crime thrillers and contemporary reads. But after reading Twilight, it was like my imagination was reignited. I was reminded of what it was like to live in the fantasy of a make believe world. I started reading other books in the Paranormal genre and quickly fell back in love with supernatural creatures. Then one day while driving my eldest daughter to a birthday party an idea just hit me! All l I could think about was getting home to write.

  1. Can you describe your favorite character in The Curse of the Bruel Coven?

My favorite character in The Curse of the Bruel Coven… That’s tough. Favorite characters are like favorite books. You can’t pick just one! But if I had to narrow it down, I would have to say Grand’Mere, Claire, and of course Vivienne, but we will talk about her a few questions down. Grand’Mere was a fun character to write and get to know. She is strong and powerful, yet kind and gentle. She doesn’t let power go to her head, though she wasn’t always that way. Claire, when I started writing this story, was my most elusive character. I didn’t know very much about her. I guess because she’s really not in much of the book even though she is central to the plot of the story. But as I started digging at her character and her motives, she began to unfold. She is complex and I can’t wait to see her be more a part of the next book.

  1. What is your favorite scene in the book? *spoilers *

My favorite scene would have to be when Grand’Mere teaches Vivienne to control her magic by lighting candles. Up until this point Vivienne has struggled with her newfound powers and her ability to deal with the loss of her mom. But in this scene, she is vulnerable as she confronts all that has transpired and comes to terms with a scary realization that her out of control powers are controlled by her anger.

  1. What is your biggest pet peeve?

Rude people! It doesn’t take much to be kind to one another.

  1. What is your “guilty pleasure?”

Netflix. I can spend days at a time binge watching.  Having multiple season at my fingertips is bad news for me.

  1. What is the hardest scene for you to write?

The “battle” scene at the end of the book. No matter how hard I tried couldn’t write it. I had actually scrapped at one point and then during the final rewrite something clicked.

  1. What are your heroine’s attributes? Introduce her to us.

Vivienne is a strong character who cares deeply for those she loves. But she has had a lot of things thrown at her in this book. The loss of her mother and then finding out about her adoption and the curse is all a bit much for her. We follow her struggle to gain her footing and understand her new normal, accepting things as they come since she is in a world she doesn’t fully understand.

  1. Besides writing, what are your other passions in life?

I spent most of my childhood dancing. I took tap, jazz, ballet, and acrobatics. Now I take an adult tap class at the same dancing school I attended as a kid. Its great fun and very nostalgic.

  1. What can the readers expect next from you?

Well next on my list to write list is book two in The Bruel Witch Series. I look forward to seeing how Vivienne embraces her powers now that she’s got her magical footing.  I expect things will be much different for her going forward.  I also have plans to write more about some of the other Covens in the series. Possibly a spin off series, but that is still a new idea.



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Cover Reveal~ ALL THAT WE ARE by Holly J. Gill


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He’s a bestselling author.

She’s a promoter.

They both lack confidence in different way

Can they break their demons and learn to trust?





Holly knows that sitting behind her computer isn’t going to bring

one of her romance heroes to life. And despite her matchmaking friend’s

attempts, she’s still lonely, looking for her Mr. Perfect. Fairytales happen,



As a bestselling author, Ashton Noir doesn’t need anyone or anything

in his life other than his imagination. That is until he comes across Holly’s

Promotional Services’ website. Further exposure for his books can’t hurt.


Communicating through the Internet and then phone calls,

professional interests turn personal. Realising they lack trust and confidence

in different ways, can they have a future as a couple? Or are their dreams

forever going to be their safe haven?



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Holly Bio:


A wife and a mum to three grown up children and recently became a nana to twins and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is an author of contemporary romance, exploring many new channels, paranormal, action, sweet, erotic, wherever her imagination takes her. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her constantly, and longing to get their stories written.

Finally, her dream came true over two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her erotic Desires series unfortunately they closed their doors, leaving Holly to go Indie. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, camping with hubby, seeing friends, listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.

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CLOAKED IN BLOOD Release Day Blitz & Giveaway

by T.F. Walsh
(The Wulfkin Legacy #3)
Published by: Crimson Romance
Publication date: May 9th 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal


The daughter of a sultan alpha, Selena Kurt agrees to an arranged wulfkin mating to protect her sister from a dangerous alpha from the enemy clan. To her surprise, her match is Marcin Ulf, the next in line for the Hungarian throne . . . and the wulfkin who broke her heart years ago.

Marcin is just as shocked to learn he’ll be matched to the enemy’s daughter and the woman he’s never forgotten. Before they can be paired, however, they’re drawn into a tournament where Marcin will compete to free his estranged imprisoned brother, while Selena battles for the life of another wulfkin alpha. Both intend to seize this chance to save those they’re fighting for – even if it means facing off with one another just as their romance rekindles.

Will tribe loyalty triumph, or will they realize they’re better off as a team before it’s too late?

Cloaked in Blood is the book 3 in the Wulfkin Legacy series, but can be read a stand-alone-book.




My response wouldn’t come at first. It was jammed inside my libido, too consumed by the temptation to have my way with Marcin. Alone in a cavern. No family nearby. Yet, the truth of the upcoming battle of innocence, and me having to go back home afterward, sat on my mind like an unmovable mountain. I wanted it gone.

“Well, I hope me saving you doesn’t make you feel emasculated.”

His hand slipped a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending goose bumps down my back. “Never. If anything, I was wondering how I could ever repay you.” A devilish grin split his mouth.

A tingle spread below my stomach. The kind of repayment I had in mind might make even Marcin blush, though considering the mischievousness behind his eyes, I somehow doubted it. Still, it went against everything I’d been telling myself to do. Keeping my distance from Marcin, not encouraging him, and making it clear I wasn’t interested had been the plan. Sticking to that idea would hurt less when the time came for me to break our mating agreement. With Levin’s threat to attack our family, I had no choice but to return home with my father. Just thinking the words had my chest constricting, my eyes stinging. So, was it so wrong to release those worries for a while?

Our foreheads touched.

My voice was barely a whisper. “Can we pretend none of the shit between us has happened, and we’re back in Turkey when the world seemed filled with possibilities? Even only for now?” Because in truth, that was what I’d wanted for so long—to rewind time.

“For you, anything.” His voice was a whisper, soothing my insides in all the right ways.

I brushed my lips against his, closing my eyes. He returned the passion threefold, his mouth hungry against mine, our tongues meeting like long-lost lovers. And beneath his kiss, I softened as if I were snow on the first day of spring.

His hands skipped down my arms, along my waist, and to my hips. He drew me closer and guided me across his lap. A blaze ripped through my body, every nerve sensitive.

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(Book #1) – Out now
Cloaked in Secrecy(Book #2) – Out now
Cloaked in Blood (Book #3) – Out now
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T.F. Walsh emigrated from Romania to Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a regional city south of Sydney with her husband. Growing up hearing dark fairytales, she’s always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy and young adult stories. She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.


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Guest Post~ La Vie en Rose by Lydia Michaels


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{Life In Pink}

L Y D I A   M I C H A E L S

Emma Sanders has always dreamt of being a bride, wearing fancy gowns, pretty pearls, and—of course—falling madly in love. Then life happened. Finding herself one fiancé short of her happily ever after, she leaves the fairytales behind. Some days are simply too perilous for pink gowns and pearls.

Riley Lockhart is the sort of man who can make a woman lower her gaze with only a smile. That he doesn’t realize his charm makes him all the more enchanting. Determined to save Emma the pain of her breakup, he steps in as a friend, but soon finds himself wanting more.

She was just a girl, but she somehow winds up being the strongest woman he’s ever known. Losing her is not an option and when life can’t be tied neatly in a pretty little bow, he holds tight to all that he loves—his Emma. His hero.

Sometimes the greatest scars are worn on the inside.



Riley’s lips twitched as soft ebony curls ghosted over his bare stomach, lower and lower, tickling his hips and teasing that tight strip of flesh just below his bellybutton. A deep, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest like distant thunder as anticipation teetered on impatience—but it was a good, burning sort of anticipation. Holy fuck, was it good. Stretching, he gave Curls the access she needed and—

“So I’m thinking we’re going to settle on coral with deep navy blue accents for the main theme. That should compliment the nautical look Becket wants.”

Why was his roommate’s voice in his dream?

Shaking off the distraction, his palm lowered, fingers gently knotting in the satin ringlets to better direct the ebony waves going down on him. His body hardened as soft kisses teased his happy trail and she got to work. Yes…

Rolling his shoulders, he stretched his hips and drew in a slow breath. Heaven. The first true sensation of tongue-to-tip had his toes pointing as the heat of her pouty lips—

“Whatever you want, toots. It’s your day.”

Oh God, no! What the hell was his sister doing in his dream? Get out, Rarity! Get out!

The ethereal weight of the dark haired woman’s touch faded. No, no, no!

There was a soft girlie sigh. “I can’t believe it’s actually happening. I’m going to be Mrs. Becket Grayson.”

Emma, his roommate, was definitely there too. Damn it! They were ruining everything. This was his time. Not their time. Dream blowjob time! The anticipation of sin and sex paled, as Emma’s voice carried on about champagne toasts and processionals. His roommate’s incessant wedding planning was officially intruding on everything.

The loft used to be a sanctuary. The day Emma got engaged their living situation took a turn for the worse as girlie crap slowly corroded every square inch of his life—even his fantasies. Passing out on the couch was a dangerous gamble, leaving him widely susceptible to wedding babble bullshit when he could’ve been enjoying some nice fantasy head.

“Will I be wearing coral or navy?” his sister asked then mumbled, “Say navy. Say navy.”

Emma did that tiny chirp she claimed was a laugh. “You can wear navy, but there’s nothing wrong with coral.”

“You know how I feel about pink,” Rarity reminded.

“Coral’s not pink.”

“It’s in the family.”

“Fine. You’ll wear navy, but you’re wearing a dress.”

Rarity groaned with resignation. She’d always be the brother he never had. “Fine, but Lexi’s wearing a tux.”

“Look at these carnation balls I found in this issue of I Do. My florist can make them in the coral.”

It was as if he were invisible. They just kept yapping and yapping.

“They look pink to me,” Rarity said.

He growled obnoxiously. “That’s it! Do you two mind? I’m trying to sleep!” And I lost fantasy girl!

A throw pillow smacked him in the face. “Then don’t use the couch as your bed, dumbass. It’s noon. Go to your own room if you want quiet,” his sister snapped.

“Sorry, Riley. We’ll be more quiet,” Emma apologized then whispered, “We could use navy ribbons to hang the balls off the white chairs we’re renting for the ceremony.”

Their loft was spacious. Did they have to stage these womanly talks right on top of him? They could have at least moved to the kitchen ten feet away—or better yet, parked this prenuptial symposium all the way down the hall in Emma’s freaking room.

The wedding plans carried on ceaselessly, as they had since Becket proposed to Emma six months ago, and Riley once again considered how much happier he’d be renting his own place. Sharing a loft with two girls, one being his sister, hadn’t been a bad setup until that damn ring and all those girlie magazines came along. Before the dawn of the bridal apocalypse everything was kosher.

They lived in the hipster section on the posh Upper West Side of New York. He liked his home, loved the industrial feel and the exposed brick walls. The raw space, exposed ductwork and battered moldings were just aged enough to qualify as vintage. Splitting the rent three ways afforded them some square footage, but things were getting a little cramped lately, with Emma’s new obsessions.

His sister, Rarity, exhibited a tolerance for girlie crap that surprised him. Rarity was seriously chill, like a pretty guy that peed sitting down. She didn’t cry or squeal like a valley girl or do that needy drama shit girls tended to do. She was easily the coolest chick he’d ever met. And being that she was a lesbian, they had plenty of shared interests.

Never giving a damn about clothes or purses, Rarity appreciated the finer things in life, like good beer, decent music, a nice set of tits, and red meat. Her unarguable beauty and confidence pulled men in from miles away. And for years he enjoyed watching his little sister turn every last one down. She was his best friend and Emma was hers.

The only girlie thing Rarity couldn’t live without, apparently, was Emma.

Rarity was uniquely striking, with dark shorn hair and high arched brows, but it was her dry wit and endless sarcasm that could make any man second-guess his worth—a neat parlor trick to watch. Emma, on the other hand, was compassionate with soft blonde curls, dimpled cheeks, and eyes that pathologically betrayed her, eyes too full of innocence to hide her inexperience.

Emma was the quiet, sweet type that never got in the way. But lately she’d really cranked up the fem-meter and was driving him insane—which made him a horrible person, because he was going to shoot her if she didn’t shut the hell up.

All this wedding talk had to be getting to his sister. Riley was ready to duct tape Emma’s mouth shut. How in depth could a discussion about linen be? The texture, the hues in natural light versus candlelight, the thread count—bullshit conversations like that went on for days. He was amazed Rarity hadn’t reached her limit and freaked yet.

“I can’t wait until my dress gets here!” Emma announced, clapping like an excited child. “I’m dying to try it on.”

Riley groaned. It was as though no one could see him at all. Screwing his eyes shut and jamming a pillow over his ear did nothing to drown out her voice. So much for dream sex.

“You already tried it on,” Rarity said.

“That was in the store. Once I get it to the loft, I’ll be able to really appreciate it. Then, when you get your dress, we can try them on together. It’ll be so much fun!”

“Sounds mind-blowing.” Rarity’s sarcasm was so expected it didn’t phase Emma.

The doorbell buzzed and Emma screeched—literally screeched. “It’s here!” The chair skidded against the hardwood floors as she catapulted out of her seat.

Yeah, he wasn’t going back to sleep.

Groaning, he twisted and cracked open his lids as she sprinted down the hall toward the main entrance. Craning his neck in the direction of the chair, he peeked at Rarity, who wore a disinterested expression as she paged through a wedding magazine.

“There’s something wrong with her,” he grumbled.

“Yup,” she agreed.

“This isn’t going to stop until she gets married, is it?”


“When’s the wedding again?”

“We have nine more months of this and the closer we get the worse she’s going to be.”

Shifting, he sat up and frowned at his sister. “You’re surprisingly calm.”

“She’s my closest friend and she really wants me to be a part of this. I can do the maid of honor thing as long as she doesn’t expect me to throw her some hideously pink party where girls drink cosmos and act like prissy hyenas, while being the pole for some male stripper to rub his scabies all over.”

She sighed and turned the page. “Plus, I smoked a fat joint the second she pulled out the wedding binder. You could probably cut my leg off right now and I wouldn’t put up much of a fight.”

“Nice.” He stared at the front door waiting for Emma to come racing inside at any second carrying the legendary dress. “She’s not gonna walk around in a wedding dress for the next nine months, is she?”

Rarity shut the magazine and tossed it on the table. “Don’t let her hear you call it a dress. It’s a gown.I’ve been corrected twice. And I have no idea. I wasn’t born with the bride gene. None of this shit makes sense to me.”

At least he wasn’t alone. Rubbing a hand over his jaw he yawned. “You’re bringing Lexi to the wedding?”


He chuckled.


“You realize Mom and Dad will probably be invited.”

“They won’t go,” Rarity said, matter-of-factly.

“What makes you so sure?”

It shouldn’t matter anyway. His sister was twenty-four years old. She and Lexi had been a couple for over a year. It was absurd to hide that she was gay from their parents. Who cared what they thought?

“It’s the Devonshire’s fortieth wedding anniversary. They’ll pick that over Emma’s wedding. You know how they feel about her.”

He grunted. His parents—mostly his mother—had always been weird about Emma. Though he and Rarity were nothing like the people that spawned them, they were still blood, so his and Rarity’s liberal attitudes were often overlooked, but that didn’t mean their parents would abide the same socialist standards from others.

Their parents were proud black card members of the upper crust society that summered in the Hamptons, went yachting on the weekends, and dined on ridiculously hard to pronounce small foods like Foie Gras.

Riley was once grounded and accused of being a ‘recalcitrant activist’ because his friend Jake came over in a PETA T-shirt and asked if he wanted to play Frisbee. To his mother’s way of thinking, that was a gross and barbaric display of uncouth trash.

He and Rarity were generationally wealthy trust fund babies. No matter how much they survived off their independently earned incomes, Mumsy and Daddy would always be there to bail them out if needed. It was their shared goal in life to never need their parents in such a way.

Their wealth should be comforting, but it felt more like a noose around Riley’s non-conformist neck. The entire white pants, polo-playing, fracking-investing group of peers was repellent to him.

Emma didn’t have a house in the Hamptons or an au pair as a child. She had parents that worked nine to five and wore—gasp—denim. Her association with the Lockhart’s was the result of her grandmother’s trust fund, which included scholarships to the same schools he and Rarity attended.

Once, while walking the topiary garden with his mother as she sipped a crushed Valium cocktail, she referred to Emma as ‘that new money filth having a bad influence on Rarity’. It was clear then that his mother would never approve of Emma, which quite possibly could have permanently cemented the girl into Rarity’s life.

Emma’s fiancé, Becket Grayson, wasn’t a guy he or Rarity would voluntarily hang out with, but he made Emma happy. The Graysons were paying for the wedding, of course, so it was nice she was finally getting a fantasy she never expected. That was why they let her carry on about linens and bows and whatever the hell a nosegay was. Because she was nice.

“What’s wrong?” Rarity’s voice broke the comfortable silence.

Riley glanced at the door and scowled. Emma stood, trembling. Big brown eyes, rimmed in red, shimmered under a sheet of unshed tears, as she stared at them.

“Did they send you the wrong dress?” he asked stupidly, then corrected, “Gown.”

He never saw her upset. It was filling him with all sorts of uncomfortable emotions, feelings he didn’t know the names of. He wanted her to stop being upset that instant so he could have his manly emotions back. Dear God, it was like staring at a helpless basket of kittens floating down the river.

“Emma, say something,” Rarity insisted.

“It wasn’t the delivery from the bridal boutique. It—” A stuttering breath intersected her words. “It was Becket.” The heel of her palm swatted away the tears as they quickly fell. “We—oh God—we broke up.”


This was bad. How long was an appropriate length of time before someone could say something in situations like this? And why hadn’t he gone to his own room when he had the chance? Now he was stuck there, smack dab in the awkward—

“He what?” Rarity snapped.

Emma blinked, sending big crocodile drops unchecked down her round cheeks. “We aren’t getting married,” she croaked. “We’re through.” She spoke as though she was still convincing herself.

“What do you mean, you’re through? You just ordered ugly invitations with stupid anchors on them. Becket insisted on the anchors!”

Her head crooked as she blinked those big innocent eyes at his sister. “You thought my invitations were ugly?”

Who cares what I thought? What happened?”

Shuffling to the living room without shutting the door, she delicately sat on the edge of the overstuffed chair. The picture of the carnation ball was still in her hand, drawing his attention to her enormous engagement ring as it winked in the sunlight.

“He was supposed to be in class,” she whispered.

Rarity scooted to the edge of the chair and removed the crumpled magazine page from her grip. “Toots, look at me. What happened?” she asked again, slowly.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Emma shook her head. “He said he couldn’t marry me. He said he’s…in love with someone else.”


Emma sniffled. “Her name’s Goldie.”

Rarity drew back and made a face like she tasted vomit. “Goldie? What is she, a retriever? Who the hell has a name like Goldie?”

“Good question, Rarity,” he chimed in. Goldie Hawn’s hot. Don’t mention that now.

His sister’s evil stare snapped to him. “Shut up, dick.”

Yeah, he’d better stay out of this. Figuring now was a good time to escape, he gripped the arm of the couch and—

“How could he do this to me? I’m so humiliated!” Emma burst into tears again.

Riley dropped his head to the back of the couch and shut his eyes. This was going to take a while.

three days ago everything was perfect—she just hadn’t realized that’s what perfect looked like at the time.

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CLOAKED IN SECRECY Release Day Blitz & Giveaway


by T.F. Walsh 
(The Wulfkin Legacy #2) 
Published by: Crimson Romance
Publication date: March 14th 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal

What better way for a pack of wulfkin shifters to remain in seclusion than to hide in plain sight?

Death has followed Alena Novac’s circus family for years, but when the police arrest her brother for murder, she must rescue him before he transforms behind prison walls. With less than a week to execute her plan, a member from the Varlac family who murdered her mother reappears. Now, Alena has to decide whether to make good on her promise to avenge her mother’s death or risk rescuing her brother.

Enre Ulf has one mission – prevent Alena’s father from claiming his territory and slaughtering his wulfkin pack in Transylvania. Enre may have turned his back on his Varlac heritage, but that doesn’t mean he won’t impersonate one to infiltrate the circus clan and take out their alpha. Knowing that his secrets will lead to his demise, Enre takes the risk in order to save his home. What he never planned on was his wolf claiming Alena as his mate.

Now with the police closing in, and the real Varlac threatening them, Alena and Enre must overcome their pasts to save their packs’ futures.

Cloaked in Secrecy is the book 2 in the Wulfkin Legacy series, but can be read a stand-alone-book.

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The tall, broad-shouldered man was branded with two gash marks down the side of his face and neck, and blood smeared his cheek. He wiped it away with his hand as his gaze deepened with darkness.

I studied his stubbled jawline, and inhaled the fresh blood. It belonged to him.

Wind fanned across my back. It had been a long time since I’d faced off with anyone. Father had brought me up to use my head, not my teeth.

“What pack do you belong to?” My voice sharpened, and a growl hung off my last word. Show no fear.

He studied the path I’d taken. “There’s a loose wulfkin in wolf form here, and I think she’s wild.” His gruff voice raised goose bumps up and down my legs, and I recoiled. “Is she yours?”

My next inhale wedged in my chest. Had Mila been caught or injured? “Where is she?”

“Why would you allow her out amongst humans? Are you trying to reveal us?”

Flames spread over my cheeks. “Who the hell are you? It’s not your business what happens on our territory.”

Since we ran a traveling circus, we claimed any location where we performed, though we rarely stopped in places already taken by other packs. Lucky for us, the majority of them steered clear of cities.

The wulfkin leaned forward, his voice rough and low. “I tried catching her before anyone saw her, but as you can see”—he pointed to his recent wounds—“she wasn’t overly friendly.” Running a hand through his short, black hair, he stared at me.

When the breeze bathed me in his scent again, his muskiness almost knocked me over, and my eyes dipped south although my brain screamed, “Don’t!” This wulfkin should never wear jeans in public unless he wanted every single female to ravage him. And the leather jacket did nothing to hide his muscles.

When I looked up, he wore a sly grin.

Heat scalded my body, and my wolf pressed against my insides, whimpering, demanding we claim him. She wanted this stranger? Working in the circus, I’d seen all kinds, but no one had ever affected my wolf this way.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I refused to allow him to openly knock me off my feet with his gorgeousness. Scratch that. With his audacity.

“Why isn’t she transforming into human form?” he asked.

My hands curled into fists. “I don’t have to tell you anything.” Studying the passage ahead of me, I inhaled the crisp air for signs of Mila. “If you remain here, you’ll have dozens of wulfkin on your trail, ready to tear you to shreds—”

He narrowed the gap between us, his square shoulders stiff.

“Or, you can help me find M … the wolf girl, and return with me to the pack to explain yourself.”

His ravenous gaze remained on me, searching for who knows what. Every hair stayed in place, despite his bleeding wounds, and a smile was on the verge of breaking the edges of his mouth. Maybe he was only a hungry wolf ready to pounce on his prey.

A train-car-sized load of words bubbled on my tongue, mostly threats, but when a single howl in the distance broke the morning silence, every thought vanished.

My head snapped up. Nicolai. Mila.
Police sirens rang out above the drone of the highway.
“We better get out of here,” the other wulfkin said.
My heart bounced against my rib cage, and I ran past him.

No! Please, no.
The rain, now sudden and fast, drenched every part of me, filling my boots and threatening to bowl me over.

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Wulfkin Legacy Series

Cloaked (prequel to #1) – Out now

Cloaked in Fur (Book #1) – Out now

Cloaked in Secrecy (Book #2) – Out now

Cloaked in Blood (Book #3) – May 2016

Cloaked in Christmas – End of 2016


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T.F. Walsh emigrated from Romania to Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a regional city south of Sydney with her husband. Growing up hearing dark fairytales, she’s always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy and young adult stories. She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.

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Hey all,

So, a good friend and I have been talking about making our own resource for romance authors and readers. We wanted to create a place where readers can find new books to love and where authors can freely promote their work without hassle. Yesterday, we launched our sites.

If you are a lover of the romance genre, an author needing a place to share your work, or a reader looking for a new read, head over and see what we’re about:

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During my publishing/writing journey, I found that the most helpful, supportive people are the ones who could relate to my struggle. I wanted to return the favor  (and T.F. Walsh can say the same) so now we’re here to return the favor and help!

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Guest Post~ CLOAKED by T.F. Walsh

Happy Release Day to my good friend, T.F. Walsh! It’s so exciting to see a story start and evolve into something great, and I was blessed to see this one from beginning to end! Believe me when I say, it’s an awesome read. If you’ve read Cloaked in Fur by T.F. Walsh, know that this is the prequel of the story, and if you haven’t yet, well, welcome to the Wulfkin Legacy series!


by T.F. Walsh

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Raised by an overly protective wulfkin pack, Daciana leaps at the chance to venture into the human world for her one-year independence ritual. But after someone steals the endangered bear cubs she’s been assigned to protect, she must locate them or lose her job and return home in disgrace. The sexy inspector on the case isn’t making this any easier. He knows nothing of her kind, and wulfkin rules forbid relationships with humans.

Newly divorced Inspector Connell Lonescu trusts no one but himself. He’s convinced relationships are a waste of time and thinks burying himself in work will ease the pain. Yet he’s attracted to the gorgeous and mysterious Daciana, even if there’s something slightly odd about her. Can Connell learn to trust the sexy but secretive woman?

Cloaked is the prequel to Cloaked in Fur, book 1 in The Wulfkin Legacy Series. Find out how Daciana and Connell fell in love and set in motion the paramount events that forever change their lives and those around them.

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Coming Soon

Cloaked in Secrecy (Book #2) – March 2016

Cloaked in Blood (Book #3) – May 2016

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About The AuthorTF-Author

T.F. Walsh emigrated from Romania to Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a regional city south of Sydney with her husband. Growing up hearing dark fairytales, she’s always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy and young adult stories. She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.

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