May 26, 2014

In the Spotlight with Milly Taiden!

Dangerous Protector
Federal Paranormal Unit 2

If you run from love, you're asking for a chase... 

James Brock lived the past ten years without the woman he loves. Using his job as head of the Federal Paranormal Unit to help others, he's done a good job of ignoring his lack of a personal life until she returns. His salvation. His first love. 

Cynthia Vega had a very good reason to leave the only man she loved after she'd accepted his marriage proposal. Now she's back as his boss. And he's not willing to ignore their chemistry or the past. 

Brock is determined to claim his mate and prove that their passion is even hotter than before. He wants her and her explanation behind their separation. Except, some secrets won't stay buried in the past. Brock will fight his demons to follow her lead, but Cynthia's reluctance to explain their lost love may be the one key to their destruction...


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Bad Boys VS. Bad Guys: Why we love one and love to hate the other.

The difference between a bad boy and a bad guy is huge. A bad boy breaks the rules but is always after our hearts. Maybe not in the stereotypical fashion, but his ultimate goal is to win you over. Whether with hot sex or dirty talk, bad boys tend to know exactly how to get under our skin. They might not be the best at expressing their feelings, but once they feel you’re they’re one and only, they will show it in the most amazing ways.

A bad guy is generally a male that doesn’t have the redeeming qualities we see in a bad boy. Bad guys are just that. Bad. There’s no sexiness about them and even if there is, the negative attitude will overshadow that. Bad guys want to hurt while bad boys just want to live life by their own rules. A woman wouldn’t confuse her love for a bad guy and a bad boy. One can be dangerous to your life. The other can be dangerous to your heart.

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Hi! I'm Milly (AKA April Angel) I love to write sexy stories. They're usually either paranormal or contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between. I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy kiddo and our little dog "Needy Speedy". Don't ask.

When I'm not working some really long hours at the day job, or hanging out in the awful life-sucking invention known as Facebook, messaging my bestie in the UK or shopping with my sis Julie, then I can be found watching scary movies. Buuut when I'm not doing that, I'm usually writing because the voices won't shut up.
I am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn't, right?) and Dunkin' Donuts coffee.
Come by and visit me! I love to meet new readers!


May 19, 2014

In the Spotlight with Mina Carter!

Playing with the Prop by Mina Carter 

Never mix business with pleasure... A physical therapist for sucessful Rugby team, the Strathstow Sharks, Ashley's golden rule is never to mix business and  pleasure. She loves her job and the guys she looks after, and doesn't want to jeapardise her place with the team. As nicely put together as her charges are, she's never found herself remotely tempted.

Until now.

Harry James, the team's newest prop gives her butterflies in her stomach every time she has to treat him, and her fantasies involving his hard, muscled body and sinful lips keep her hot and bothered at night. Luckily, he shows no sign of having noticed her attraction, and hasn't shown any interest in her...

She's been his from the moment he saw her...

Harry James marked the pretty little physio the first day they met. For the last year he's been biding his time, and trying to get her attention. So much so, it's gained him a few nicknames in the squad. Not that anyone would dare tell her.

When the Sharks win big on Harry's birthday, can he stop at claiming a birthday kiss, or will he want everything she has to give?


Moving through the mass of people between them like the shark he was, he homed in. She didn’t see him until the last minute, her gasp audible when he reached her and slid an arm around her waist. She relaxed as soon as she recognized him, her lips curving up into a devastating grin, and he got the full effect of her done up for a night out. He’d never seen her wear makeup before, and he wouldn’t be able to say what she was wearing past lipstick. Whatever she’d done, it made her eyes appear all tilted and cat-like, emphasized her cheekbones and made his attention zero in on her lips. Her kissably soft lips. The sort of look that brought big men to their knees begging for a taste, and he was about as big as it got. He had to check himself to be sure he wasn’t standing there with his mouth open.

“Hey there, sexy. Looking for someone?” he asked with a smile, careful not to just haul her to him and kiss the life out of her. Patience, he needed patience. 

She’d turned up, after all.

“You made me jump!”

She tapped his arm, accusation stretched across her face. She was still smiling so he wasn’t worried that he’d scared her. Besides, it hadn’t escaped his noticed that she’d turned toward him within his hold or that her hand lingered on his upper arm after she slapped him. Bare inches separated their bodies before she turned to glance around the bar, just for a moment, but that was enough. His entire body tightened, lungs frozen on a breath while his body reacted in a predictably male way. Locking the reaction down before she could notice, he turned her toward the bar where the rest of the lads were.

“Sorry, sweet stuff, I’m just pleased to see you,” he said, maneuvering her in front of him. “Hey! Coming through. Move it aside.”

She shot him a look over her shoulder as the crowd in front parted like the Red Sea. “Really? So I don’t need to check your pockets for a gun then?”

He blinked at her teasing glance. Full-on rabbit in the headlights until she turned around to watch her footing. Fucking hell. Okay, he hadn’t expected that. Not at all. He knew she was sharp, she had to be working with players who liked to take the piss, but the flirtatious note was new. He liked it though. Hell, did he like it.

“Sweetheart, you can check out my pockets, and anything else, any time you like.”

They reached the bar, and he motioned to the selection of drinks already lined up. The lads went for the “order one of everything and drink until it was gone” approach, but he was more than happy to order anything else she wanted.
Selecting a glass of wine, she lifted it to her lips but paused before taking a sip, watching him over the rim. “Really now? I might just have to take you up on that offer.”

Holy shit.

Heat hit him in the groin. An intense conflagration that galvanized his entire body. To stop himself from reaching for her, he picked up another pint. If he didn’t do something, he’d kiss her senseless, and more, right there in front of the entire bar.

“We can do that. Later,” he murmured, and took a fortifying gulp of his drink.
Later. Crap. If he lasted that long.

Meet Mina:

Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her. Stalker Links:
Mina's other titles: Amazon Books

May 12, 2014

In the Spotlight with Dee Harrison!

Dee Harrison was brought up in Nottingham, England, on the tales of Robin Hood and Sherwood Forest. From that came an abiding love for all things Medieval so she went on to read History at Nottingham University. The myths and legends of the period fascinated her and she decided to create her own. Thus was the Firelord's Legacy born.
Dee's latest series, Mirrorsmith, a taste of which can be found in Fusion, is quite different, however. She is not a fan of spiders so she made them the villains.
Dee has also had articles and essays on Medieval History published in journals.

The Firelord’s Crown

Raethwin, the Red Witch, perhaps the greatest sorceress of her era. She sought to save her world, instead she doomed it. The Firelord's Crown, source of her untold power. It brought about the impending disaster but Tamilin, Master Healer and Seer, believes it might also prove their salvation. There's just one problem. Two thousand years ago Raethwin's six companions fled when their homeland was destroyed and divided the Firelord's Crown between them.
Five made it to safety - the sixth ship and its precious heirloom vanished. Tamilin believes that it may lie far in the uncharted north and dispatches an expedition in search of it. Airen, a young healer and lone survivor of the venture, reaches the land called Dinith, where he hopes to find the lost piece. Dinith, however, is a land in turmoil. Magic is forbidden, the glories of the past forgotten. Airen and his quest are not welcome but could Falath, the king's heir, be the ally that he desperately craves? Perhaps, but Falath, descendant of the Lost Ship, has his own secrets...

The Firelord's Crown. An epic tale of magic and adventure. Harper Collins Authonomy gold medallist.

The heart of this fast-paced, enthralling, sword-and-sorcery fantasy story is the search for a missing piece of a legendary crown but it also explores the complex relationships between Prince Falath; Rollo, his kinsman and protector; Airen, the outsider, bringer of mystery and magic; Lady Maristan, daughter of a heretic lord burned for his beliefs that there are other people in the world beyond the mountains. They each journey not only to find the segment of the Firelord's Crown but also to discover how best to be true to their own natures.


Falath walked slowly into the leaden morning air and Rollo stepped closer to the rail, ignoring the acid pain shooting through his upper arm. Even from this distance the Talorian's keen sight showed his kinsman's face to be strained and pale. Falath faltered in the strong light but then he straightened and continued his progress with a regal bearing few would have guessed him to possess. He was garbed in a simple robe of penitential yellow, girt at the waist by a cord, and his arms loosely bound behind him. His head was bare and on his brow the witchmark was plain for all to see.

"It’s not too late to save him," Malglint hissed into Rollo’s ear, his hand stroking the warriors fingers. "Even now he could be reprieved."

Rollo refused to acknowledge the earl's existence. Malglint breathed in sharply. "Very well, keep your precious honour and let him be damned!"

The crowd had fallen silent at the prince's approach and the earl's unmistakeable voice carried out into the square. Many of those nearest to the balcony and around the wooden podium stared upwards, puzzled by these words, and saw for the first time the duress under which the Lord of Chanon was being held. Clearly he was not the willing participant in the day's affair they had been led to believe. An undercurrent of suspicion pulsed outwards in slow ripples and, by the time Falath reached the steps at the side of the stage, there were positive signs of discontent among those closest to him. Sensing this, Greyildin bound onto the platform and hauled his prisoner up before any-one could contemplate preventing him. Falath was chained to the central post, the bundles of faggots rearranged around his feet and lower legs.

The press of Sunonim surged forwards at this, forcing the warriors back against the wooden stage. Greyildin glared uneasily at Malglint, feeling isolated and exposed to an increasingly hostile mob. He had argued in favour of a private execution and the wisdom of that counsel now seemed justified. He looked to Malglint for guidance but the earl signalled him to continue and, with some reluctance, he drew out the writ of execution from beneath his cuirass. In a clear voice he intoned the ritual formula.

"Insofar as Falath Urien Gwillan Dorior, formerly deemed prince of this realm, has been accused of witchery and other foul arts, and insofar as by decree of Council and by true evidence of the Stone of Judgement he has been found guilty of the aforesaid crimes then, in accordance with the Law, his life is declared forfeit. For that, and for the wellbeing and mortification of his soul, he will suffer the prescribed punishment, death by burning. Let all who hear take heed!"

Greyildin rolled up the scroll and handed it to one of the black-garbed attendants in exchange for a blazing torch. He saluted Malglint with the brand then reached out to touch it to the tinder.

It never connected.

From the rear of the press a single arrow whistled through the air and pierced Greyildin's unprotected throat. He toppled from the platform, gurgling disbelief as blood filled his mouth. The torch extinguished itself in a muddy pool beside him.

"Good people of Sunon," cried a bass voice into the shocked silence. "Tis I, Tolferon, rightful Commander of this city, who speaks. You have been lied to and deceived. The prince is no sorcerer; it’s a trick of the Earl of Keldheim to rob us of our king. Quickly now, help us free him and take revenge on our enemies," and the ar­mour-girt figure of the Commander ploughed through the petrified ranks on a black destrier, nudging towards the wooden stage. Behind him, likewise mounted, came the loyal Sunonim guardsmen, seeking to surround the square and cut off the retreat of the renegades and housecarls. Slowly, all too slowly, the crowd reacted and allowed the newcomers to pass through them. Malglint, however, was not bound by such restriction. Cursing, he leapt to the rail and screamed down at Greyildin's stultified attendants.

"Talian! Rargis! Complete the execution order! I, Malglint, so command it," and, fearing the earl's wrath more than the crowd, the two men grabbed up the remaining torches from the brazier and thrust them into the kindling. Despite the damp sheen on the twigs the fire took an immediate hold. A circle of flame erupted around Falath's feet. Cries of despair went up from those closest to the stage. Several foolhardy youths leapt up onto the platform and tried to knock the burning faggots away but the searing heat beat them back.

Malglint, countenance blazing as fiercely as the pyre, turned in triumph on Rollo.
"Too late! Too late, the deed is done. No-one can save him now." Malglint’s hand snaked out and he crushed the other to the rail. "If you have a last word for him say it now," he hissed and, horrified, Rollo watched the flames began to lick towards Falath's feet, the pale robes already blistering with scorch marks. Plumes of white smoke smarted into Rollo's eyes. Their plan had failed. Tolferon was still too far away to save their prince.

From the centre of the swelling furnace Falath raised his own tormented eyes to meet those of his kinsman. Before the smoke and flames engulfed him, he mouthed a single, silent 'farewell!' then the roar and crack of the tortured timber drowned everything in its fury.

Behind the Scenes

Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing?

I seem to ‘lurch’ a lot seemingly.

Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

I write a few sentences then go back and re-write parts until they ‘sound’ right. When I have written a chapter, I go back several chapters and work through to the part I’m on, to make sure it all flows together, and so on.

What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

I like to have music in the background.

What are you currently working on? How is it different from other books you’ve written?

My WIP is not just fantasy but a multi-world sci-fi. I’m planning it as a one-off rather than part of a long-running series.

Do you feel there is anything the market is oversaturated with right now?

I tend to yawn when I come across another vampire/werewolf tale.

How do you feel about the term “Mommy Porn”?

Hmm, I just think other publishers have jumped on the Mills and Boon bandwagon a little late.

What do you feel are the most important aspects to a good romance?

The reader has to feel sympathy with the main character, believe they could be them.

Are you always in the driver’s seat? Or do your characters drag you along for the ride?

I have an idea where I am going but I’m always prepared for the characters to have their own agenda too.

Lightning Round

Die Hard or Terminator: Die Hard
Dirt Road or City Skyline: Dirt road
Steak or Chicken: chicken
Rock or Country Music: rock
Beer or Wine: wine

May 5, 2014

The Forgotten Facebook Party!

JOIN US for games, giveaways, and lots more to celebrate the release of The Forgotten series by Gabrielle Evans and Jana Downs! 

Cursed to bear the sins of his forefathers, Chey Black has spent more time running the forest as a wolf than he has lived as a man. Finding love and breaking the curse during his brief reprieves is nearly impossible, especially when the world he once knew has moved on and forgotten him. So, why bother when being alone is easier?

As a guardian, it’s Quinn Augustine’s responsibility to help Chey acclimate to the changing world and aid him in his search for a true mate. Befriending the gruff wolf-shifter is fine, but attachments only complicate his job. Chey’s chiseled body and roguish charm prove too tempting to resist, though, and before long, Quinn’s protective walls come crumbling down.

What starts as mere animal magnetism soon evolves into something much deeper, but breaking the curse won’t be that easy. Someone seriously wants Quinn dead, and unless Chey can find and eliminate the threat, he’ll be doomed to walk alone forever.

Bran is a man cursed to spend twenty-five years in his feral form and only six months in his human one. Love

may be able to break the cycle but magic is better left to the storybooks, even if that means living like an animal.

Justin Taylor has had a bad stroke of luck lately. He was fired from his job, estranged from his parents, and a bear is eating his marshmallows. When the bear turns into a handsome man as magically as Cinderella’s pumpkin at midnight, he thinks his luck might be turning around. That is, until his one-night stand brains himself with a sink and necessitates a hospital visit.

Humans and bears might not usually mix but fate keeps drawing them together even after they’ve decided to call it quits. If they can survive bad luck, stubborn bears, and bad deals with mob bosses, they might just find that love can cure any curse.

Quinn Bridges has almost everything a man could ask for. He is healthy, his cattle station is doing well, and he just signed a deal of a life time. After a chance encounter with a young man at the pub, he thinks perhaps he has met the final missing piece to his life.

Luc Walker has spent most of his life proving himself to everyone around him. Meeting Quinn changes that as the older man has no idea who Luc really is. Desperate to not change how Quinn sees him, Luc keeps his true identity from him.

But when things fall apart and Quinn discovers Luc’s secret, will he be able to convince Quinn that nothing is more important to him, then loving his cowboy?

Major construction disrupts more than Ray Hooker’s life; it rattles his small town with a secret.

As sexy genius Eric Ridgeway continues building his state-of-the-art think tank, the town’s shifter population is terrified their identities will be uncovered by the group of incoming scientists. When fear drives vandals to slow construction, Ray helps Eric defend his property. Their relationship heats up and, in order to protect Eric, Ray reveals that he’s a bear shifter.

Now, not only is his secret out of the bag, but Ray needs to decide if loving Eric is worth the risk of discovery by other scientists. None of that will matter if their newfound attraction can’t outlast fear, lies and distrust!

Jackson Murphy is an architect living and working in Los Angeles, California. His entire life is turned upside down when a private investigator hands him a manila envelope. Looking through the contents, he soon realizes that his biological father isn’t the man that raised him. Instead, it's a man named William Rickett. William is very ill and his last request is to meet Jackson. Dropping everything, Jackson packs a bag and heads to Colorado. 

Wyatt Thompson is the foreman at the Belt Buckle Ranch. He’s also been a friend to William Rickett, the ranch owner for fifteen years. When the man passes away, it’s his responsibility to make sure William’s five sons stay at the ranch. His attraction to Jackson is instantaneous, but Wyatt is reluctant to follow his heart when the future is unknown.

Feeling emotions for the first time, this hellhound must let go of his hate to learn to love.

An Omega at Moon Compound, Oren’s life was irrevocably altered after being bitten by a hellhound. When the hellhound returns after saving Oren’s friends, Oren can’t forgive the enemy who mated the two of them that one fateful day.

Daegal is forever changed. As a hellhound, he never felt any emotions except hate until he bit a wolf on the day the horde attacked. Now giving up everything to see Oren again, he finds himself at the mercy of his enemies. Will he be able to let go of the hate to learn about love, or will he forever be lost to the shadows?

Authors note: This may be read as a standalone book however for better reading enjoyment, it is adviced to read the series in order. Thank you

Can Madame Eve work her magic one more time? Leo Santos left the one man he loved behind to care for his ailing father. Sky Macy never forgot his one and only that got away. When they meet again on a blind date setup by 1Night Stand, will they go their separate ways or will the sparks reignite the love they never forgot?

On a secluded beach at the resort Las Casitas Villas in Fajardo, Leo and Sky come face to face after years apart. Passion ignites so hot it threatens to burn them from within. They both will need to open their hearts and learn to trust if they hope to find love during one night of passion in a tropical paradise.

Entering the small bar on the side of the highway, Remy didn’t harbor high expectations for the night, not until he notices the most gorgeous man in the place checking him out from across the room. Casual hookups in dark alleys aren’t his style, but he knows he’d be a fool to pass up such an opportunity. 

From the moment the blond beauty stepped into the room, Colt had to have him, even if just for the night. Their parking lot tryst gets off to a sizzling start, especially when Colt realizes the barfly enjoys a firmer hand. It’s just a one night stand, though. What does it matter if he can’t remember the man’s name? 

Unfortunately for him, it matters a lot to Remy, and Colt’s one-time fling is about to become much more than he expected.