Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Life is but a Nightmare by Erin Hayes

Title: Life is but a Nightmare
Author: Erin Hayes
Series: The Elysium Legacies #2
Genre: Adult, Mythology, Urban Fantasy
Release Date: February 28, 2017
The sequel to the genre-bending, hugely imaginative Death is but a Dream.

“There must always be a God of Wealth…”

Former police detective Callie Saunders shouldn’t be alive, but she’s been thriving with her new lease on life away from the machinations of the ancient Greek gods and goddesses.

Yet there’s always been someone missing from this little piece of paradise.

When a vengeful god kidnaps her son, she travels back to a world she barely understands to find him. A world where she must face humanity’s greatest enemies and her former lover. If she’s not careful, she’ll lose her soul again. And, maybe, even her heart.


In one of the dining room chairs, he sat, waiting. Our eyes connected across the room, and his milky-white eyes froze me in place. For a second, everything slowed down for us, as I was transfixed by the fact that he was in my house, sitting at my dining room table. Just like I had imagined so many times before, only under different circumstances.

He watched me, unblinking.

“What happened?” Plutus asked softly, although his voice held an undercurrent of tightly coiled tension. “Callista, where is our son?”

The ache in my heart stayed with me as I fell asleep.

In my dreams, I woke up, laying in a courtyard with an ethereal light. I'd woken up here before, back when Plutus and I were traveling across the country. I hadn't been back here since I got pregnant and Plutus had to return to his duties in the Underworld.

Familiar, strong arms embraced me. In those moments, time slowed down. Lips met mine in a crash of contradictions and unanswered questions. I gasped against them, not ready to get my hopes up. That this was really happening.


“If I could…” he whispered. “If I could, I'd hold him tight and never let him go.”

A moment passed between us. A reminder of what we couldn't have.

“Callista,” he said gently. “Tell him I said hi. Please.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek, but I nodded.

“Callista,” he said, his voice low. “Callista, I'm so sorr—”

I awoke with a gasp on the cot. I grimaced, feeling sore in unfamiliar spots. Paul stirred on his bed, and I quietly laid my head on the thin mattress. I stroked a hand along his arm, watching every bit of him.

My son.

I leaned in to whisper into his ear. I might have been angry at Plutus for everything, but I did know that there were things beyond our control. I understood it, but I didn't have to like it or accept it. I did decide to give Plutus this peace offering, to let him know that I'd be okay, at least for now. And I wanted to assure Paul, even if it was just his subconscious, that somewhere, his father was thinking about him, that he was worried about him.

“Daddy says hi.”

“I thought you would have fought harder.” He flinched at that, turning his head away. “I thought, if not for me, for Paul.”

“Callista...” he started, but I couldn't let him steer this conversation anymore.

“Are you trying to push me away?” I asked. This time, my voice hitched in my throat.

He didn't answer.

“Look,” I said. I slipped my hand out of his. I couldn't touch him. Not now. Not when there was an ocean of broken dreams between the two of us. “The only way I've been able to get through this—any of this—alone, is because I believe that you'll be there for me on the other side. And I can't do that if you...if you...don't love me anymore.”

Once again, he didn't answer. He just kept his head turned away from me.

“Say something...Plutus...”

No answer.


“Don't say that.” My voice was low. “Don’t you ever fucking say that Plutus. Because I can’t move on.”

“Tell me,” he said, his jaw tight. “Tell me why you can't move on.”

The tears started to fall afresh. How could he not understand?

“Tell me, Callista.”

“I…” I started. “I love you, Plutus.”

He stilled. A thousand different emotions conflicted across his face, mostly a mixture of regret, pain, and despair. And a bit of love. I was surprised to find that, considering that up until a few seconds ago, I believed he had fallen out of love with me.

He pulled me to him, his lips crashing into mine.

“Say that again,” he groaned.

“I love you, Plutus. I still love you.”

I See Fire by Ed Sheeran
Papa Don’t Preach by Madonna
Like a Prayer by Madonna
No Church in the Wild by Jay-Z
Death is the Road to Awe by Clint Mansell
I Don’t Wanna Live Forever by Taylor Swift and ZAYN
Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars
Committed to the Crime by Chaos Chaos
Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones
Imagine by John Lennon

Fun Fact: Listening to Papa Don’t Preach on repeat while writing 
Life is but a Nightmare completely changed the ending.

I grew up watching Hercules and Xena on TV, which was my first foray into the world of Greek mythology. In that world, gods and goddesses played with mortals like you and me. There were elements of action, and there were elements of drama. Most of all, I remembered it being fun.
Move forward about ten years. I was in high school, and I was an avid Japanese manga fan. Back then, I wanted to draw my own comics. I drew a character and labeled her as Hades' daughter. I created an entire world around that character and a young adult story to go with it.

Since then, I've evolved that story many times, to where it's almost indistinguishable from the original idea.

It's never left me though, so one day ten years after that first drawing, and nearly twenty years after watching my first Hercules episode, I sat down to write Death is but a Dream. And Life is but a Nightmare continues that story.

I will say, that while I spent a good deal of time researching Greek mythology, I have taken a few liberties in order to create a modern tale. Some of the characters are reimagined. For others, I chose the source that met my ends, even though I found others that said otherwise.

And then we come to the royal family of the Underworld. A lot of mythology says that Hades, as the God of the Underworld, was unable to produce offspring because Death can't create Life. Some texts even said that the Furies were his children.

I did find an article that talked about Plutus, the God of Wealth, who was often confused with Pluto, the God of the Underworld, who was also in charge of wealth. Another source said that he actually was Hades' son, which I honestly found to be pretty cool and a great foil to myths about the Underworld.

My wheels started turning, and that character played a big role when I started world building for the Elysium Legacies.

The Elysium Legacies are nearly twenty-five years in the making. And it feels so great to share with you. Happy reading!!

Author Bio:
Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she's a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

You can reach her at and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars.


Life is but a Nightmare #2

Death is but a Dream #1

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The Game Begins by Victoria Danann

Title: The Game Begins
Author: Victoria Danann
Series: R Caine High School #1
Genre: Young Adult, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Myths
Release Date: February 28, 2017
When it came to the attention of the old ones that their creations, the Earth gods, had been playing games at the expense of humankind for millennia, they put a stop to it. But the rebellious gods were far too addicted to their games to give them up. After several summit meetings, they voted to use their own children as players and locate the playing field in the most treacherous environment in the known universe. High school.

To make it even more interesting, they would strip their children of their memories and withhold the rules of the game. The players believed they were ordinary kids until they were transferred to R. Caine High School. When odd things begin to happen, the players gradually realize they have special gifts or attributes. But that doesn’t mean they can’t die.

My name is Ever Moore.

I know. It makes me wince every time I say it. When I’m eighteen, I plan to have it legally changed to something that doesn’t make people laugh. But right now I’m stuck.

My dad thinks puns are the highest form of humor. He calls it ‘word play’. That’s right. I’m the spawn of nerds. My dad creates video games. My mother is an ethics professor at UCLA who thinks the battle between good and evil begins at home.

If you want to know just how weird it can get at the Thanksgiving table, I can go one better. My grandfather was a big deal rock star in the seventies. You wouldn’t know the name of the band. So there’s no point in name dropping. After a visit, he exits with a two-finger peace salute like all the other well-adjusted hippie grandparents, but he doesn’t say, “Peace.”

He says, “Rock steady.”


My family is big on manners. They’re too strict to let me say what I think, especially about Buzz’s love life. My grandfather doesn’t want to be called Grandpa or Grandad or Gramps or anything close to normal. Oh no. He wants to be called ‘Buzz’. I have no idea why. That is not his name.

Anyway, the best protest I can mount is rolling my eyes. I keep trying to get his attention and roll my eyes back further into my head when he does the ‘rock steady’ thing, but he will not be deterred.

Anyway I was leading a completely typical and deliciously angsty teenage life in Austin, Texas when my parents were suddenly offered jobs in the LA area at the same time. It was weird, but weird is part of my normal. Always has been.

Since my grandad, the rocker, still lives in LA with the latest girlfriend who’s barely legal - she’s two years older than I am - moving seemed like a good idea.

To them.

Author Bio:
New York Times bestselling author of thirteen romances. Victoria's Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES for the past THREE YEARS IN A ROW. Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Her paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on "imaginary" creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and, occasionally, enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, werewolves, hybrids, psychics, or past life therapists. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners... usually.

The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.

Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.

Victoria is co-host of the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast. 



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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Release Day Blitz: Momo: My Everything by Posy Roberts

Title: Momo: My Everything
Author: Posy Roberts
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Cover Image: Igor Madjinca
Cover Typography: Natasha Snow
William Harris is a reserved man, private and guarded. He has no one to go home to. He’s never found a man worth sticking around for. He’s never been in love. And he’s convinced he’s happy with his lone-wolf life.

Nate Kelly is William’s opposite, social and easy going. He comes into William’s life as the elegant geisha Momo. When William realizes Momo is a man in drag, he’s captivated.

From their first date, William’s world changes. Nate is nothing like his usual type. And William soon finds out being with this carefree man means always being on display and attracting attention, which makes him want to retreat. He tries to keep Nate at arm’s length, but it’s no use. Nate’s transformed his life in a matter of months and keeps drawing him back in.

If they stand a chance, William has to be comfortable standing next to someone so at home in the limelight. Their future together and William’s happiness depend on it. Is Nate the man finally worth giving up William’s solitary existence? Is he worth sticking around for?

*Extensively reworked from the short story, The Measure of a Man.*

Author Bio:
Posy Roberts writes about the realistic struggles of men looking for love. Whether her characters are family men, drag queens, or lonely men searching for connections, they all find a home in her stories.

Posy is a Jill of all trades and master of the drill and paintbrush. She’s married to a partner who makes sure she doesn’t forget to eat or sleep during her writing frenzies. Her daughter, a budding author and cinematographer, helps her come up with character names. For fun, Posy enjoys crafting, hiking, and singing spontaneously about the mundane, just to make regular life more interesting.


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Sublime Karma by Peyton Garver

Title: Sublime Karma
Author: Peyton Garver
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary
Release Date: November 30, 2016
When Brie's stepfather moves the family for what he calls a new beginning, it's not the new beginning she would have hoped for. Brie is targeted by a group of popular girls at her new school, and the only available seat on her bus is next to the school’s star wide receiver, Jake, who for some reason, finds her offensive. After a humiliating article and picture of Brie is posted in the online school journal, a demon she thought she'd overcome resurfaces, and her life unravels. A newly compassionate Jake has finally taken an interest in her, but can Brie learn to trust her heart, or will she miss out on the best thing that ever happened to her?

Jake has his own secrets and has built his own walls, but eventually his curiosity about the new girl gets the best of him. Unfortunately, now there is competition: the captain of her cross-country team. Jake's romantic histories with the girl next door and the school's queen bee, adds tension to a simmering tempest when all he wants is Brie. Is he strong enough to help the one he loves weave sense into her crumbling new reality while overcoming his own tainted past?

Content Warning: profanity and violence, contemporary adolescent themes are prevalent and confronted such as bullying, suicide, cutting.

The bus snaked its way through the country roads, and then to the lavish development that backed up to the woods behind his house. Upperclassmen from this neighborhood had their own cars. This bus collected the underclassmen: those few who weren’t chauffeured, as minions of the privileged.

Jake leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, not looking at the kids coming down the aisle. None dared to ask if they could sit in the empty space next to him. They’d sit three to a seat rather than make that request. Just the way he wanted it.

The over-filled bus pulled to a stop midway down Belmont Circle. New stop? Jake looked out his window at the estate with a circular drive. Huh. It finally sold. He watched as a single figure headed toward the bus. What, so now they get door-to-door service? He rolled his eyes.

Seconds later, she stood in the aisle waiting. From his seat, his eyes skimmed up passed her faded jeans and plain, loose sweater, and his breath caught in his throat. Her long blond hair was pulled to the side in a loose braid. Her face? Ethereal. But then, his flustered gaze became an annoyed glare.

Her bleak gray eyes seemed to look right through him before they darted to the space next to him. Did she even register his indignation? She must have. Yet, she stood there in the aisle twisting the loose adjustment strap on her backpack tightly around her fingers.

“May I sit here?” her meek voice broke the silence that had fallen around them.

Noticing the hush of conversation, Jake’s eyes skimmed the crowded bus. There was no doubt he and this new girl had an audience. Not something he relished.

His eyes swept back to her. He could tell she was nervous. He heard it in her quavering voice and saw it in the way she avoided his eyes. He could just say no. But, as long as she was standing, the bus wouldn’t budge. Becca looked at him from her seat across the aisle then whipped her phone out and started her eager texting. He narrowed his eyes at her, and then with a smirk, he stood.

“Really?” he bit out at her under his breath, leaning close so only she could hear. He grabbed his backpack from the seat and football bag off the wheel well and then moved his six-foot-one frame into the aisle. With a jerk of his head, he directed her to the space by the window.

She slipped by him with lithesome poise, maneuvering in the small space without so much as brushing against him. He watched her settle into the seat with perfect posture, even though her feet were raised up on the wheel well. Her vacant eyes never returned to his. So, why was his heart suddenly beating faster? Was it because of his rudeness and the fact that she ignored it? Could it be remorse? She didn’t seem to have that presumptuous, stuck-up attitude that so annoyed him. She looked almost . . . empty.

Author Bio:
As a child, Peyton called places like Livorno, Italy; Orléans, France; and Augsburg, Germany home. She has since settled in Maryland, where she earned her degree in education at Towson State University, married her sweetheart of two years, and became an instant mother to three spirited young boys before adding another son to the brood. And, with their yellow lab George, it's no stretch to say she's outnumbered.

When not writing, Peyton is a full time teacher. Inspired by the individual spirits, heartaches, and triumphs of her students, Peyton has developed characters who resemble real world teens dealing with real issues: relationships, jealousy, bullying, and depression. Her newest novel, Sublime Karma, is a contemporary story filled with emotion, depth, wit, and suspense.

When asked if she actually involves her students in her stories, Peyton answered that her stories are completely fictional, but then admitted to an activity in which she does involve them. "One quirky, fun thing I like to do with students who have read my book is develop a dream cast for my characters. That all started when a group of girls were arguing over which actor they thought best fit the character Four in Veronica Roth's novel Divergent. They then turned their efforts to my manuscript. I've since added those dream casts to my website."

When she's not teaching or writing, Peyton enjoys traveling. The Caribbean Islands have become a favorite vacation getaway for Peyton and her husband. "Nothing is better than sitting on a beach, in front of the crystal clear sea, enveloped in the warmth of the tropical sun with a frosty piña colada and a good book that I just can't put down."


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Dax by Nana Malone

Title: Dax
Author: Nana Malone
Series: The Player Book #2
Genre: New Adult Romance, Sports
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Money, power, prestige…trouble. Dax Coulter is … The Player.

Forget prodigal son, forget black sheep. Most of the Coulter family would just as soon disown Dax for his bad boy, womanizing ways. But, with his career in jeopardy and the Coulter legacy on the line, he needs to turn it all around. Too bad the one person who can help him, has legs for miles and curves for days…and is his best friend’s little sister. For once he can focus on the game and not on her body right?

Asha Wix is used to following all the rules. And with a family like hers that isn’t easy. She’s learned that to be seen and have merit, she needs to eat, breathe, sleep football. When she’s given the chance to change the reputation of league bad boy, Dax Coulter, she sees a chance to shine. Too bad, the sexy bad boy has her thinking about breaking all the rules and doing something a lot naughtier than sleeping football.

Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Asha couldn't move. Dax's hooded gaze was trained on her lips, and for the life of her, she couldn't think. She liked him looking at her like that. Like he could eat her up in one swallow and still want more. Heat radiated from his body, enveloping her, soothing and coaxing through nothing but proximity.

She had a plan. She loved plans. Too bad her body had a whole other, unintended plan. She felt like one giant raw nerve. She'd seriously done more talking than she'd planned. The good news was he'd opened up. Mission accomplished. The bad news was, she'd opened up, too, and now she was vulnerable.

Her name was a whispered caress, and when she tipped her head up to meet his gaze, his lips brushed over hers.

The first kiss was tentative, a whispered question. He drew back a little, waiting, asking.

A shiver ran through her, and she had no choice but to chase his kiss with one of her own, twining their fingers together as she did. His free hand came up to cup the back of her head, his fingers aligning with the bones on the back of her neck before slipping down under the collar of her blouse.

His kisses missed their mark, landing on the corner of her mouth and cheek, while his fingers traced the skin beneath her satin collar, moving along the seam toward the front of her blouse, where the buttons began just below the hollow at the base of her throat.

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't slow her heart rate. She couldn't think. In those moments, all she knew was him. His touch. His mouth.

Dax’s finger hovered at the top button, waiting.

She let go of his other hand and reached for the loose fabric of his shirt where it was tucked into his pants, tugging it free. Dax eagerly unbuttoned her blouse, pausing so she could pull his shirt up and over his head before she shrugged out of her own.

She pulled him with her onto the bed, lying back while he buried his face in her chest. He reached up and pulled aside the silky fabric of her bra. Cupping her breasts in his warm hands, he moaned. Her breath hitched. Oh, God. Oh, God. Need pulled at her core. Her skin tingled and every synapse in her brain fired. Holy hell. Was this what she'd been missing out on?

Her hands traced the lines of muscle along his arms and abdomen, pressing lightly into his skin like a sculptor molding clay. She drew one of them slowly down Dax's arm to the hand cupping her breast and pressed it firmer to her. Yes. That felt so damn— His thumb teased her nipple, raising it to a peak. Holy shit. She rocked her hips into his, seeking…

She arched toward him, and his hand slipped to her back, first unhooking her bra, then trying to find a way down the back of her skirt. She laughed as the high waist of the skirt proved to be too difficult an obstacle for Dax to manage one-handed. Her laughter stopped abruptly when he bent his head to kiss her again, and ran that hand over the curve of her buttock, using it to pull her tight against him to feel the full extent of his arousal. Oh, wow.

She reached for Dax's hand once more, tugging it away from her ass and guiding it to the hem of her skirt. He shifted his weight and moved his body down hers, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck, clavicle, and breasts, and over her stomach just where the lightly tanned skin disappeared beneath the tightly woven grey cotton of her pencil skirt.

Her heart hammered as he discarded her bra. Dax's hands slid up her calves to massage the soft spot at the back of her knee. Hell. She wanted to open her legs to him but the skirt had no give. Before she could reach down to hike the constrictive fabric out of the way herself, his hand slid up the back of her thigh, pushing the skirt up and out of his path. More. Hell, she needed more.

"God…taste so good…soft…I can't…" Dax whispered against her skin as he kissed, sucked, licked. He covered her nipple completely with his lips, his warm breath a tease and caress all in one.

When he retreated and then leaned in again, she held her breath. Oh, God. "Dax. Ple—"

Bryce #1
Money, power, prestige…failure. Bryce Coulter is The Player.

Don’t call it a come back….Because no one else is. Poised to live up to his legacy, tennis player, Bryce Coulter, loses it all on one swing. Now, with the pressure on and his future in jeopardy, the last thing he needs is a smart-mouthed, training partner with attitude and a killer swing — or maybe she’s exactly what he needs.

Rich, spoiled and moneyed — seen that, been dragged through the dirt behind that. Tami Ivey, gets enough of the bad boy trust fund kids at work. She doesn’t need it in her sanctuary too. Playing tennis is the only way to connect to the girl she used to be before tragedy struck. The day Bryce Coulter turns up at her court, she turns on that classic attitude. If there’s anything she’s learned it’s how to make a guy run. Except, he’s not running. And maybe she doesn’t want him to….

Author Bio:
USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.

It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

Want to know when the next book is coming? Hit up her Newsletter here. You'll only get updated when there is a new release or a special promotion for her Sexy, Sassy Readers.


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