Thursday, May 24, 2018

Book Tour + Giveeaway: His to Claim (Black Hills Wolves) by @ParisBrandon #PNR #Romance #Giveaway




If you’re a newcomer to the Black Hills Wolves community of Los Lobos, welcome! If you’re a long-time reader, I hope my second story will live up to the evolving world that the creative authors in this series have continued to expand. I am truly thankful for being included.

After I finished my first Black Hills Wolves story, His to Protect, one of the characters wouldn’t leave me alone. No, there weren’t any handsome hunks besides Gunnar Redmond hanging around begging for their own story. Instead, a secondary character who happened to be a seething mass of rage dared me to peel away the layers and see the real man. Ray Decker appeared briefly in His to Protect, but every character has a story and his includes a son, J.D., the hero of His to Claim.

Being an author is a little like being a detective, and with each book, uncovering secrets and discovering what makes my characters tick usually becomes an addictive adventure. Trust me, there were mornings I couldn’t wait to get to the computer. The characters took me down a few dark roads but I’m a great believer in the strength of the human spirit, and above all, love and forgiveness. I hope you enjoy their journey!



He’s home to find the truth…

Once he’s over the initial shock of hearing his father hasn’t been dead for the past twelve years, J.D. Decker vacillates between joy and anger until he returns to Los Lobos and finds the man who sent him away threatening Bree Redmond, the only other person he’s ever cared about as much.

After years of living under a harsh alpha, Bree Redmond is intent on experiencing everything life has to offer, and ignoring her family’s wishes that she settle on a mate and help rebuild the Tao pack. When J.D. Decker jumps out of his truck, and back into her life, she realizes why she’s never been eager to settle.

They aren’t kids anymore and J.D. has Bree howling at the moon and questioning her desire for nothing more than a sexy romp in the woods. He’s a blunt force and rough around the edges, but he ignites all of her deepest desires with his single-minded determination to make her his.

Bree’s family isn’t happy about her budding romance with the son of a man they feel is responsible for the death of one of their own. Old wounds are reopened and as tempers flare Bree must decide whether to let a dark secret from the past separate them, or defy her family and accept J.D.’s claiming.

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Excerpt: Rated: R for Language

An aged, rust-pitted, light-blue pickup with a black hood and green driver’s side door, with a dirty, white camper shell covering its bed, turned into the yard. The thing appeared to be held together with bubblegum and baling wire. The windshield wipers had swiped a mud-streaked half-moon and must have allowed the driver to see at least a portion of the road and enough of the yard to stop before he reached the porch steps.
The driver, nostrils flaring, barreled out of the truck as soon as the engine died. Bree glanced at the lean, dark-haired man wearing worn jeans and a clean white T-shirt, and experienced an unsettling moment of instant recognition. The same dark, curly lashes surrounded his smoky topaz eyes, but time had carved cheekbones into the youthful face she hadn’t seen in twelve years.
His mouth worked for a few seconds, and then he yelled, “What the fucking hell!”
Wherever he’d been, he’d acquired some interesting vocabulary skills.
His fist still raised, Ray glared at the interloper, and she knew he didn’t realize who’d challenged him.
“Jacob Donovan Decker.” She sounded like a schoolmarm addressing him by his given name instead of J.D., but she would have done anything to break the tension.
Ray’s glare withered. He lowered his arm and smoothed his good hand over the wrinkled placket of his grubby, dirt-brown flannel shirt, but nothing would make it cleaner or less wrinkled. He opened his mouth. Nothing came out but a short, shallow hiss. A study in abject misery, he slumped against the battered screen door and hung his head. His chest heaved in an attempt to stifle a sob.
J.D.’s confused gaze settled on her for a moment, and he raised one dark brow. “Hello, Briana Hortensia Redmond. You want to step off of the porch and tell me what the hell is going on here?”
“We were discussing the merits of being neighborly. If you want to know anything else, you’re going to need to ask your father.”
She sidestepped the hamper, and Ray mumbled, “Take your stuff,” as she passed.
“J.D. can return the basket when you’re finished. There’s plenty for both of you.”
He slipped inside the cabin and let the screen door whoosh shut behind him.
Without being able to focus on Ray, she didn’t have an excuse for avoiding the calculating gaze of J.D. Decker. Judging by his expression, he hadn’t forgotten how, when she’d turned twelve, she’d caught him skinny-dipping and stolen his clothes. Of course, she hadn’t forgotten he’d planted a sign in her front yard declaring she had freckles on her butt, either. Their war had lasted all summer. By the time fall had arrived, their childhoods had been swept away by a budding attraction neither had acknowledged and the reality of how dangerous life in the Tao pack had become.
“Where have you been?”
“Wherever I could find work and someplace to run. Imagine my surprise when Drew Tao tracked me down and told me my father needed me. Something the man himself has never bothered to do,” he shouted, loud enough for someone in the next county to hear.
She glanced at the door but couldn’t see Ray. “Look, things got bad around here for a long time. After you left—”
“He sent me away.” Ray had never explained J.D.’s disappearance, but it had probably kept him safe during those mad, bad times.
“Then you were lucky.”
His angular jaw firmed, and she got a glimpse of how handsome Ray must have been at twenty-five. “I’ve spent twelve years thinking the only reason he didn’t come after me was because he was dead. Still think I’m lucky?” His fury simmered below the surface.
She couldn’t imagine coping with the pain of losing a parent now, let alone when she’d been a kid, but he’d missed the point. “Since you’ve been gone, we’ve all learned to be grateful for every piece of happiness we could manage, so yes, I think you’re lucky. You still have a father you thought you’d lost, but he needs help. He isn’t eating, and I don’t think he’s sleeping. I thought I was making a little headway by getting him to accept an occasional pot of soup or plate of cookies, but I guess not.”
He frowned, and his gaze drifted toward the cabin. “How long has he been like this?”
“Since Luna Sinclair came home.”
“What’s Luna Sinclair got to do with all of this? Drew would only tell me he had part of the story, and he wants it all.”
“I suggest you ask Ray. Without his side, anything I tell you would only be speculation, and I think he deserves more.”
“Did it occur to any of you his part of the story might be a place to start?”
“Has it occurred to you only knowing part of the story might be the problem?”


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Happy Reading!
  
Paris Brandon




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Tuesday, May 1, 2018

#spotlight MISSING HIS CAGE by Aeryn Jaden #PNR #contemporary #MM + #excerpt @sirenbookstrand


Missing His Cage (MM)


Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 49,081
[Siren Classic: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, vampires, werewolves, HEA]



Tormented and tortured by his adoptive family, Cage flees in the night with only his instincts to guide him. Destination? A human city, apparently. His confusion is cleared after a chance encounter with a man straight out of his dreams.
Mikkal Daggart was tired of being on the run. After being framed, he’d disappeared, waiting for the right moment to prove his innocence. The best place to hide? A human city. Only trouble seems to follow him everywhere and after saving a strange man’s life, Mikkal knows his hideout is no longer safe. Not that it matters much, he has bigger problems. They go by the name of Cage.
Was this a second chance to regain something Mikkal had thought lost forever? Will Cage find out just what had always been different about himself? Will finding answers help the two broken men mend their hearts and build a happier future?

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Carrying an unconscious, bleeding man home was not one of Mikkal’s wisest choices. Even with the late hour, he was still living in a city that seemingly never slept, and he gathered more than one wary look thrown his way, even with mostly keeping to back alleys and once or twice, jumping over some dead ends. His unforeseen cargo had not even stirred and if Mikkal couldn’t hear the human’s- —and that was odd, Mikkal could swear the guy was not human, but at the same time he couldn’t recognize the scent signature and if not for the faint heartbeat, he’d have thought the guy was dead. In the middle of their journey, he’d started snoring though so Mikkal figured the guy was just a bit banged up if he could sleep so deeply while upside down and being jostled all over town.

He wanted to take the window route and not attract attention from his neighbors by carting the unconscious man in, but that idea was rendered moot when John was waiting, patiently - pacing-  in front of the building, pharmacy bag in one hand, take out in the other.

“I was ready to put an APB on you, man. But then again I don’t  know how we could have explained this situation away.”

Mikkal nodded though he had no clue what the human was talking about. He needed to watch some TV these days and pick up some more human lingo. Living as a council member for the better part of his long supernatural life had not really prepared Mikkal for blending in the human society.

“What are you standing there for? Inside before my colleagues feel obligated to arrest both our asses.”

“I would, but you’re kinda in the way.”

John rolled his eyes and stepped aside, and Mikkal quickly made his way to his apartment. As if by design, he was barely in sight of his door that his burden started to groan and fidget.

“Shit. Inside, inside.”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“Zumba?”

John got the door, and they both rushed in as the fidgeting escalated to full-out trashing around.

“Hey, take it easy. I’ll put you down, all right?” Curiously enough, the guy had not uttered a sound, and at Mikkal’s voice he froze, body tense as a board as Mikkal carefully deposited him to his not-so-stable feet, arms still around the guy’s waist to catch him in case the wobbling degenerated to crashing to the floor. Not quite his usual behavior, he couldn’t help but notice. Mikkal didn’t do fluffy worrying. Except now he seemed to be doing it. John’s amused snort was not welcomed either.

He forgot to be annoyed when his rescue finally raised his head and looked straight at him. The guy’s eyes seemed to sparkle with emerald fire on his pale skin framed by almost inky black hair. He stood unnaturally still, expression frozen but still somewhat distrustful and Mikkal couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think, was surprised to be still standing. Those eyes, that smell. Mikkal knew them as he knew himself.

“Nigal.”

He was just standing there. Why wasn’t he saying anything, why wasn’t he speaking or doing anything? It was as if… as if he didn’t know Mikkal and Mikkal felt his heart beat fast with hope while breaking at the same time.

“Wait- what? Your Nigal? The one you told me is dead?”

“Yes. Oh my gods, oh. Nigal!”

His hand clutched and squeezed, his body almost panicked at the idea of being separated for even one more second from his mate and his cat was silent, so silent. He gathered the man closer to him, needing-

“Who are you?”

His body jerked as if hit and his mind reeled. He’d noticed that Nigal was unresponsive, but until the moment he heard that small, terrified murmur voicing incertitude and confusion, Mikkal had not realized that the body he was holding was not only frozen but stiff and slightly shaking. Nigal was afraid.

Nigal didn’t know him.

How could it be him? His mate was dead.

“Who?”

His hands were cold but strong as they grabbed onto Mikkal’s wrist and held on. Mikkal felt the touch like a brand, and he was almost sure he saw the flicker of a flash where their skin collided. He felt a bit light-headed and the shock of the last couple of minutes made him plain dumb, so he was still staring into those sharp eyes and apparently not capable of speech. He hoped the muffled hearing wasn’t a sign of imminent blackout.

“Who are you? I know you?”

Mikkal took a deep breath and one by one, unclenched his fingers, forcing himself to step back and release Nigal. If it was him.

“Sorry. I’m… you. Ugh.”

Niga…the guy wasn’t trembling anymore at least. Apparently not being touched by a lunatic not capable of ordinary means of expression helped.





Author Bio:
Aeryn Jaden loves to read. Loves it so much that some days she doesn’t know what
reality is anymore. Her friends and family usually have to yell a bit and remind her.
Must be why she’s twenty eight and still searching for a special person of her own.
The second best thing in the world for Aeryn is writing. Writing keeps her relatively
sane and clears the voices in her head clamouring for her attention (meaning the
characters’ voices, she’s not that crazy to randomly hear voices! Yet.). She was born
in Romania but cannot stay put. One year you’ll find her in England, the next in
Greece or Belgium. Who knows where her restless feet will carry her next... One
thing remains constant and that is her totally healthy Internet addiction. So you can
find her on Facebook or better yet at her website, http://aerynjadenauthor.weebly.com, blog https://aerynjaden.wordpress.com/  .
She’ll love to hear from you, so please stop by!