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Release Blitz: True Blue by Patricia Logan

True Blue | Patricia Logan

Prosper Woods Chronicles #2

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Release Date: July 2nd, 2021

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An ancient rival? A gay unicorn? A crusty old witch who should be in diapers? The dumbest progeny anyone could ever have? Shifters who come in herds? Kill me, right effing now!

Vincent and Sheriff Romeo are my chance to find peace at last. I’ve been waiting for someone to notice I’m gone for a long time. Until the vampire showed up, I wasn’t sure anyone could help. All I want to do is move on to the next step… and I really need to rest.

Vincent and Romeo, you’re my only hope.

Strange things are happening in Prosper Woods, California. Ever since moving here, my life has turned upside down. Some things have been amazing, like falling head over heels for Vincent Lasco, a gorgeous vampire. Other things have been weirder than I could ever imagine. I’ve learned a truth about myself, and it came as a massive shock. Most of the town residents have quirks of their own. Let’s just say, nothing is boring about this bizarre place.

Supernaturals flourish here!

Sheriff Romeo Harmon makes me happier than I’ve ever been. He’s kind, funny, and honest to the core, just the kind of man I used to be, centuries ago. I have a new lease on my long life. Things could go on just the way they are but there’s something I’ve been asked do before that happens. I need to help Romeo find a sweet little boy and finally lay him to rest.

Who knew ghosts could have broken hearts?

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“Are you going to call Precious and have her talk to Mary about the séance?” Vincent’s rumbling voice was a bit of a surprise in the dark room. I was at that stage in between consciousness when my body was trying to decide whether falling asleep or staying awake to try to converse with the man in my arms, was the better idea.

“I’ll talk to her at work tomorrow. It’s late and there’s no reason to wake either of them up unless you’re afraid Blue will be back tonight.”

Vincent’s low chuckle made me smile against his chest as his arms tightened around me. “He hasn’t been in touch for nearly two months. I don’t think it’s a five-alarm fire at this point. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to resolve this as quickly as we can.”

I heard his voice take on a sobering note.

“I think it’s important that we lay him to rest, don’t you?” Vincent asked.

“Of course, I do,” I replied, sleepily. “As soon as I get to work tomorrow, I’ll talk to Precious, and we’ll arrange a time in the next couple of days. I’ll talk to Sid too.”

“Okay, Romeo. Now, you should rest. I’m sure there will be another joyriding incident for you to investigate in the morning and you will need all your strength for the coming storm.”

I laughed and squeezed his waist, digging my fingers in. He let out a high-pitched giggle and twisted away from me. The girly sound coming out of the seven-hundred-year-old medieval knight, made me laugh even harder. I sat up and straddled him, reaching down to tickle him with both hands. He laughed and tried to squirm away from me, dropping his fangs as his lips stretched widely over his teeth. I’d never seen a vampire so ticklish before. Who was I kidding? Vincent was the only vampire I’d ever known but that didn’t matter. Seeing him laugh like that was hilarious and it just made me want to do it over and over again.

“Stop it! Stop it!” he cried. Then, he was out from under me, off the bed, and across the room, still laughing, in the blink of an eye. I sat back on my ass and held out my arms.

“I’ll stop. Come back to bed.”

“No more tickles,” he said, walking slowly over to me.

I chuckled and then sobered as my gaze slid down his beautiful body. The massive scar from his collar bone to his belly button was the most obvious of all. I wiggled my fingers and patted my belly.

“Cuddle with me. I promise no more unexpected tickling will occur tonight.”

He smiled and dropped down on the bed, cuddling up to my side and throwing a thigh over mine. I wrapped him in my arms and within minutes, my breathing had evened out and I drifted off to sleep.

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My name is Romeo Harmon and I’m the new sheriff of Prosper Woods, a small California town smack dab in the middle of the sequoia forest. People around here tell me the town hasn’t changed a whole hell of a lot since power lines and telephones were installed.

I think I’m gonna like it here.

My name is Vincent Lasco. I’ve searched a long time to find a new place to settle down. Because of what I am, I need to pull up stakes and start over every twenty years or so—before people realize that I don’t age anymore.

I think I’m gonna like it here.

There’s newcomers in town. Prosper Woods is a nice place as long as you’re passing through. I wonder how long these folks will stay once they find out what’s really going on here. Somehow…

I don’t think they’re gonna like it here.

True Mate

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When I moved to Prosper Woods, California a couple of weeks ago, I’d had big plans for a quiet life. I hadn’t planned on investigating a murder the day after my arrival and no one told me supernatural creatures existed. When Vincent Lasco suddenly smiled at me with a mouth full of fangs, things got interesting.

The moment I decided to take Sheriff Romeo Harmon home for a roll in the sheets, I knew hiding my true nature was a huge mistake. Then again, things never turn out the way I expect. Not only that, the guy isn’t even aware that he has secrets of his own.

The town of Prosper Woods has a couple of new residents who at first glance, seem very unsuited for small town life. Before long, though, I realized they were right for the town… probably the only right thing about this weird place. Surprisingly, they fit right in.

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About the Author

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International bestselling author Patricia Logan resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling erotic romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house with a large family. When she’s not writing her next thriller romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon, and raising kids who make her proud every day.

One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she tries to type. She counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.

Become a fan of Patricia at http://authorpatricialogan.com

Email her at patricialogan.author@yahoo.com. She loves to hear from readers more than anything and will respond to all emails.

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Blog Tour: Jorah by Michele Notaro

Jorah | Michele Notaro

The Brinnswick Chronicles IV

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Release Date: May 18th, 2021

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Will Jorah have a chance to fall in love with the person his soul is longing for, or will the horrors of the world keep them apart?

When I was fourteen, I was sucked through a portal to another realm—the land of the fae—and forced to live there for three years. Crazy, right? Welcome to my world. Being an Ellwood means being pulled into the craziest and most dangerous situations while trying to protect the people around you. But I wouldn’t change it for anything.

For years, every time I visit the land of the fae, something seems to pull me toward the north. Naturally, it’s the most dangerous place in all of Faela, so my family forbids me to travel there. But now I know something is wrong, and I find myself unable to ignore the call I feel deep down in my soul. The peaceful feeling I normally get from the north is gone, replaced with nothing but fear and sorrow.

I know in my heart that the pull I’m feeling is from my viramore—my soulmate—and I’m afraid I might be too late to save him. If I do make it there in time, what kind of condition will I find him in? I can feel that he’s hurt, grieving, and simply waiting to fade away, and I’m too far to help. He’s in danger, I know he is, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep him safe from the evil creatures hunting him.

Jorah is a 107K word novel and the fourth book in The Brinnswick Chronicles. It can be read as a standalone novel, although it’s better to read the series in order to get a better feel for the characters and the larger story arc. This MM paranormal romance contains explicit material and is intended for mature adults 18 years old and older.

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“Tell me.” He turned back to me. “Jorah of the Ellwood Coven, where is this pretty forest located? The Emerald Expanse, perhaps? It’s very green, although nothing is as green as those eyes of yours.”

Warmth filtered into my chest at the compliment, and I swallowed, then hesitantly made my way closer to him. “This forest is in the human realm, not in Faela.”

He barked out a laugh. “I suppose my imagination is pulling out all the stops to distract me.”

“Distract you from what?”

He frowned, his voice coming out as a whisper. “The pain.”

A sharp pain pierced my heart. “I’m sorry, love. I’m trying to get to you as fast as I can.” The endearment slipped out, but it felt natural.

A sad smile graced his lips as he sighed. “If only that were true, pretty witch. If only that were true.”

“It is.” Trusting my gut, I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his forearm.

The pretty man gasped and met my eyes, breathing out, “You feel real.”

“I am real,” I insisted, trying not to focus too hard on how amazing his skin felt under my hand. “I’m real, and I’m on my way.”

“But you live in the human realm,” he whispered, his voice shaky.

“I do, but I have a home in Faela. My family and I are on a ship, sailing north from the Pink Isle, sailing to you.”

His pretty blue eyes filled with tears, and he backed away, forcing my hand to release him. “It’s kind of cruel for my mind to wave a pretty boy making impossible promises right in front of me, isn’t it? Am I not suffering enough in life that I have to suffer in my dreams as well?”

“But—”

He cried out in pain, cutting me off, and I rushed forward, catching him before he could fall to the ground. A whimpering whine came out of his throat, and I expected him to push me away again, but instead, he curled into me. Without hesitation, I scooped him into my arms, sat on the ground, and held him in my lap as he began crying silently.

After a few minutes, he whispered in a hoarse voice, “They’re hurting me… again.”

My eyes filled with tears as I rocked him and ran my hand over his hair, whispering, “Shh. I’ve got you, love. I’m here.”

“It hurts. Everything hurts,” he murmured.

That sharp pain pierced my heart again, and I hugged him to me, resting my cheek against his hair. “Do you… do you know what’s happening?”

“They like the way my blood tastes.”

Bile threatened to fill me as a long-lost memory, or the memory of an old vision filled my head. With a start, I realized that the man in my arms was the same one that had been caught in that net and forced to watch his younger brother die and get—nope, not going down that road.

Instead, I said, “I’m sorry. I’m trying to get to you.”

He whimpered again.

“What can I do, love? How can I help?”

He was quiet for a long time before he whispered, “Stay with me until I wake up.” He cleared his throat. “Even if you’re not real, I don’t feel so alone with you right here.”

I pressed my lips to his hair, speaking against him. “I’ll stay as long as you want. You never have to be alone again.”

A long, sad whine came out of him, sounding almost like a song rather than crying, although it was a heartbreaking sound. It made tears spring to my eyes as I continued rocking him and petting his hair.

A long time passed with us like that. Me holding him, and him whimpering or singing his sad song or simply sitting in my arms, not saying anything at all. But eventually, I felt him being tugged from my arms, and a new kind of panic reached my chest. “No, don’t go.”

“Don’t have a choice,” he said through clenched teeth. “They’re waking me.”

“No, please.” Tears filled my eyes again. “You can’t go.”

“Maybe I’ll see you again one day, Jorah of the Ellwood Coven.”

The tears spilled over onto my cheeks. “You never told me your name.”

A sad smile tugged his lips upward. “No, I didn’t, did I?” His face grew serious again before he placed his hand on my cheek. “Thank you for offering me comfort, Jorah of the Ellwood Coven. It was more than I expected to ever have again.”

From one breath to the next, he was gone. Disappeared without a trace, right from my lap.

A sob tore from my chest as I stood and turned, searching the forest for my poor, sweet viramore—because there was no doubt now that he was my soulmate—but he was nowhere to be found.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Come back! Please! Please, come back! Where are you? Please, please, come back! Please. Pl—”

“—ease!” I yelled as I woke, confused. Half-dreaming, half-awake. “Come back!” I yelled again before I realized I was once again on the ship in Faela and not in the forest at home.

When I realized my sweet viramore—because he had to be my soulmate—was nowhere to be found, a sob tore from my chest, and I drew my knees up, wrapping my arms around them and burying my face there to cry.

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About the Author

Michele is married to an awesome guy that puts up with her and all the burnt dinners she makes—hey, sometimes characters are a bit distracting, and who doesn’t plot when they’re supposed to be cooking? They live together in Baltimore, Maryland with two little monsters, three-legged and four-legged fiends, and a little old man (aka their two sons, their two cats, and their senior dog).

She hopes to rescue another cat soon, and if her hubby wouldn’t kill her, she’d get more than one… and maybe a few more dogs as well.

She loves creating worlds filled with lots of love, chosen family, and of course, magic, but she also likes making the characters fight for that happy ending. She hopes to one day write all the stories in her head—even if there are too many to count!

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Release Blitz: The Beta’s Vampire by Beth Laycock

The Beta’s Vampire | Beth Laycock

Penhul Pack #2

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Release Date: June 15th 2021

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Beta of the Penhul pack with a vampire? Over his dead body.

Lucian is bored. After a century of being a vampire nothing surprises him anymore. Life, such as his can be called one, has become predictable. Humans are predictable. Add in the fact he’d rather not feed from them, and a visit with a witch friend of his clan is a welcome distraction.

But when he meets Benedict, it’s anything but predictable, especially when he stumbles across the man transforming into a dog before his eyes. And never in an eternity did he think he would find himself wanting to drink the mutt’s blood.

As beta of the Penhul pack, Benedict knows pack comes first, like having to spend weeks away in the Lake District on pack business. But the last thing Benedict expects to find when he returns is his brother having found his fated mate, or worse, a vampire feeding from his witch. His homecoming definitely won’t go down as his finest moment, and he’s certainly not prepared for his reaction to the bloodsucker.

Can Benedict see past their differences and put aside his prejudices of vampires? Or will his choice of mate cost him his pack?

This MM romance from Beth Laycock features enemies to lovers, fated mates, a vampire with an aversion to feeding on humans, a sexy man that can shift into an adorable dog, and of course a HEA. The Beta’s Vampire is the second book in the Penhul pack series and should be read in order.

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Because for a moment I’d forgotten he was a bloodsucker. He had been just a guy I was attracted to. Except he wasn’t, because I’d never shared my familiar side with anyone outside of my pack. Not even the few witches I’d fucked knew that I was a familiar.

Shit. I dropped the desk panel I’d been trying to attach to the back piece and clasped my hand.

Lucian darted back into the shop at the clatter, then stopped dead. He inhaled, loud and deep, his head dropping back as his nostrils flared. His gaze zeroed in on where I held my hand, and there was definite fang showing when he licked his lips. “What—?” he croaked before he froze, no longer breathing if his stilled chest was any indicator. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. The edge of the panel is rough and I dragged my hand over it by accident.” Despite holding my hand over the cut across my palm, I could feel the blood flowing from the gash. A drop fell onto my chinos, the dark red spot standing out starkly against the cream material. I felt a rush of air, and when I glanced up, Lucian was crouched in front of me, closer than I expected.

His entire focus was on my hand, head bent and his blond hair spilling over his forehead, hiding his face from me. “Lucian?”

He raised his head and swallowed thickly. Our gazes met before he closed his eyes as though he was in pain. “I have to go.”

“Why?”

His eyes flew open and he clenched his jaw. I stared at the muscle in his cheek as it ticced, fascinated by it.

Through gritted teeth, he said, “Why do you think?”

“But I’m a familiar. Can you feed on familiars?”

He closed his eyes again as though trying to control himself. “I don’t know, having never done it. But the scent of your blood…” As his words trailed off, he swallowed again before opening his eyes and meeting my gaze.

And I don’t know why, but I sat up on my knees, and when my inner dog whimpered, I pushed it. “The scent of my blood, what?”

He ran his tongue over one of his fangs and then rolled it as if he was tasting the air. “The scent of your blood is intoxicating. I’ve never wanted to taste someone so much.”

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Beth Laycock’s books are influenced by her time living overseas as well as the gritty, urban landscape of the north of England where she grew up. She has been reading romance since she was old enough to tell herself that line every book lover does—just one more chapter.

As a teenager, she attempted to write her first novel, and many more since then are still gathering dust on her bookshelf. It wasn’t until she discovered the M/M genre that her muse showed up and refused to quit telling her stories about beautiful men finding love together. She hasn’t stopped scribbling them down since.

Beth’s muse usually shows up when she is in the shower, is allergic to cleaning, rarely lets her watch TV, and insists she drinks copious amounts of coffee so she can turn caffeine into words.

Beth’s books range from sweet to sexy, long to short, contemporary to paranormal, but a HEA is always guaranteed.

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