Showing posts with label #Preorder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Preorder. Show all posts

Friday, August 21, 2020

The Next Forgotten Brotherhood Book!

Who are the Forgotten Brotherhood? They’re a group of paranormal assassins, the misfits that other paranormal creatures fear. They aren’t the monsters lurking under the bed. They’re the ones that kill them.

They live by a strict code: Kill only those that truly deserve it and let their gods sort them out. Kill them before they kill you. Never, ever betray a fellow assassin.

BURNING ASH, book three of the series, is up for pre-order now!

Burning Ash Forgotten Brotherhood, Book 3

No one is more surprised than Asher, one of the oldest vampires on Earth, that he's attracted to vamp hunter Jo Radcliffe. She's smart, a talented slayer, and she's gorgeous. Something about her pulls at him, like no one ever has before. For a man, whose name strikes fear in everyone––this is something new and intriguing. And quite possibly deadly, if she discovers his secret.

Jo has two things in common with the handsome Asher––they are both slayers and someone is messing with them in a very-much-trying-to-kill-them way. She's not so happy about joining forces with a dude she doesn't know. But he's sexy as hell and really good at his job as one of the Forgotten Brotherhood, whose business it is to execute misbehaving paranormals.

She knows she's bait in a larger plot to harm Asher and the Brotherhood. And there is nothing he won't do, no line he won't cross, to keep her safe––which may be the weakness that destroys them both.

TEASER:

“Who the hell are you?” she demanded of the tall, lean man who was still mostly in the shadows. Whoever he was, he was dangerous, maybe even more so than the creature she’d just beheaded. He’d come out of nowhere and snatched the crossbow bolt out of the air like it hadn’t even been moving.

A shiver raced down her spine.

Dressed all in black, he blended with the dark. She hadn’t known he was there until he’d deliberately come forward. And she always had total situational awareness. It was a matter of survival.

Her profession had a very high mortality rate.

A nudge of his foot sent the vampire’s head rolling back toward the body. The undead would need to be burned if he didn’t start disintegrating soon, but she was keeping her distance from the man in black.

“Asher.” He gave her a half bow. “And you are?”

A quick shake of her head. “You don’t need to know.”

“That hardly seems fair considering I saved your life.”

“It didn’t need saving,” she asserted. “I’d already moved.”

“True,” Asher conceded. “You’re fast, but I didn’t know that. I should get points for the attempt.” He sauntered out of the dark and fully into the candlelight. The flames flickered over his face, exposing a strong jaw, straight nose, and high forehead. His blond hair was pulled back in a short tail at his nape. His skin was olive-toned or tanned, hard to say. Piercing brown eyes stared at her.

Good looking was much to tame. Handsome didn’t fit either. There was something dangerous and predatory lurking beneath the surface. Primal. Compelling. Yeah, that was it.

It was time for her to leave.

“While I appreciate the assist, I’ve got this.” She jerked her head toward the door, hoping he’d take the hint.

A ghost of a smile flickered on his full lips before it disappeared. “I’ve got nowhere I need to be.”

“Great,” she muttered.

His laugh slid down her spine, a whisper of heat. Her nipples puckered and rubbed against her bra. Uh. No. The last thing she needed was some kind of fatal attraction. Because he was one of two things—a fellow hunter or another vampire. Neither of which were good for her.

“Come now, I’ll help you clean up this mess. Then we can get a cup of coffee somewhere, maybe talk.”

“It’s almost one in the morning. Nothing around here is open.” God, she was tired. She just wanted to fry this vampire and leave. Usually they disintegrated fairly quickly. This one was taking his sweet time. He either wasn’t truly dead yet or he was very young. The older they were, the quicker they turned to ash.

Ash.

“Your name is Asher?”

He inclined his head. “At your service.”


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N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
                   
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Thursday, May 31, 2018

What's New?

Good Morning everyone! I hope you're having a great week, Michele and I are. In the last few weeks things have gone through a major change around here for us. We have decided to concentrate on one project. (I had a feeling at some point in my career this would happen.)

From here on out for a bit, we will be working within our Window Rock World. What does that mean for you? Well, first up is the re-release of Kalkin - Apache County Shifters in June. Also in June the release of Midnight, which you can pre-order here! Midnight is the start of our Psychic Retrieval Agency! It also part of the Bad Alpha Dads series as well. You can find out more about the books here and here!

In September, Caden will be released, which means a couple of books have been pushed back. I am still shooting for an August release for my TSU - After Dark series. Due to Kindle World closing everything has been a little up in the world. Also, due to all of the shifting around Utah (Silence Isn't Golden) and Terri (One Night with a Wolf will be delayed. But, Michele and I plan to start on Royce (Entrapped) and a short Christmas tale for Window Rock to compensate for these lapses.

I can't even begin to tell you how much we have planned. I know I put out a ton of covers and trust me all the books are still coming. I swear it, but for now we kind of have to slowly reintroduce books and settle into our new normal.

Until next time!

TL

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Happy Fall, Divas! Out-Foxxe'd is Almost Here...

Whew! This year is flying by. I swear I blinked and it was spring. Now, we're almost to October. We know what that means. cooler weather, cozy socks, bonfires, pumpkins, mugs filled with our favorite beverages and books that heat things up when the nights are long and chilly.

In less than two weeks, I'll have one of those HOT books to warm you up and get that blood pumping...to your most important areas that may be in need of some attention. Check out this amazing cover created by Bookin' It Designs. It features the very handsome Julian Christian. And that fox--I'm so in love with this one.

Out-Foxxe'd is my fifth Rosie Peaks book. I've teamed up with Wendi Zwaduk/Megan Slayer to turn this into a Rosie Peaks Crossover series. If you're familiar with Rosie's first two books, she was a monster-craving-nympho who wasn't exactly the ideal heroine. In book 3, she met the ghost of Ichabod Crane and her entire world changed. Let's say she had a wake-up call. She's been gone for two years and has now found herself in a quaint, college town. Eriewood, Ohio is now where Megan's and my characters are living and loving. Here's the blurb for Out-Foxxe'd:
🌟🌟🌟🌟 Coming Soon ðŸŒŸðŸŒŸðŸŒŸðŸŒŸ
Markus Foxxe is in Eriewood for one reason. His boss wants Rosie Peaks. He doesn't know why and he shouldn't care, but after meeting her, there's no way Markus will hand her over to the highest bidder.
Rosie Peaks left DuFour, Indiana two years ago and found a safe haven away from all things paranormal. Working at Mulcahy's Pub has been fairly uneventful. Until Markus Foxxe rolled into town in his silk suits with a primal sex appeal that makes her want to spend every night with him banging like a screen door in a hurricane. The only problem is, Rosie isn't looking for a commitment and Markus seems as though he's a one-mate kind of guy.
Will Markus change her mind? Or will Rosie find herself on the run again?
Links are live ♡

Rosie is as sassy as ever, but I believe she's met her match this time. 
Here's are a few snippets so you can see what Rosie's up to now. Happy Reading and I'll see you again right before Halloween.  
XOXOX,
Madison

Excerpt 1:
“What’ll it be?” She asked.
With one look from him, her heart nearly stopped beating and for some illogical reason, she felt as if her ovaries were deciding on the one egg that would be the perfect match for Mr. Amber Eyes with Thick Dark Lashes.
“What do you recommend.”
I recommend you take me home and fuck me senseless, she thought. Holy hell! That voice. Deep, almost a purr and smoother than a highball glass of aged Kentucky bourbon. Did men purr? No, but his voice was close enough. How could she feel as if she were being nestled in the softest fur when he’d barely spoken a handful of words to her. The way his lips begged to be kissed—smooth, full without being puffy. Such a perfect accent upon his Greek God chiseled face.
What she wouldn’t give to get one long look at his naked body. The silk business suit he wore was fine and sexy for some women she supposed, but, a walking, talking Adonis should be naked and posed for her optimum viewing pleasure. She’d ask him to stand in the corner of her bedroom and admire every single inch of him.
“Anything you want, I can give you.” Shit. Get it together, nympho. “I mean, our bartender, Lando, can make a million drinks. So, your wish is my command.” Damn it. “I mean—”
Mr. Adonis chuckled and it made her feel like a blubbering idiot. “I know exactly what you mean.” With a smirk, he continued, “How about something…dirty? A martini, please.”
“Okay. But, I should warn you this is last call. Do you wanna make it a double?”
“Sure. Why not. Guess I arrived too late to appreciate your…hospitality this evening.” His gaze traveled the length of her body and Rosie felt a trail of heat in its wake.
“Yeah. Sorry about that. I’ll make your last few moments here as enjoyable as I can.”
“I certainly hope so.” With the jukebox shut down for the evening and no other customers in the place, she heard him whisper as she went to turn in his drink order.
Any man who ordered a double during last call meant one of two things: He wanted sex or he was trouble. She’d gladly grant him the former if he propositioned her and she wouldn’t give a flying unicorn about the latter. He was—That. Damn. Hot.
What the hell had gotten into her? And how many cold showers would she take after work to get the man she just met out of her fantasies?

Excerpt 2:

“Why? Those spells suck and I’ve spent most of my life trying to stop them from happening. Do you have any idea what it’s like to live with something you need to learn to control? Because controlling them is the only way I’ve managed to live a semi-normal life without feeling like I was either going mad or being ripped apart.”
“I hate to be the messenger here, but, you have to allow them to happen. Haven’t you ever wondered why you were attracted to the monsters, the outcasts of society?”
“Um—it’s pretty simple. They’re nicer than most humans and more honest. Or so I thought until I was possessed by a ghost and betrayed by this asshole.” She hitched her thumb at Markus. “Let me guess. There’s some mystical explanation.” She waggled her fingers in the air. “Oh, better yet. Next, you’re gonna tell me I’m a motherfucking unicorn.” Rosie laughed it off. 
“Well, you are one of a kind. So, if you want to make jokes, technically, you’re our unicorn. You’re the voice of the living and dead. You can hear everything—if you open yourself up to it. And you’re the only person in the world with that ability, Rosie. You are The One. So, yeah, you’re a motherfucking unicorn in your own way. Does that satisfy your sarcasm quota for the evening? Can we move on now?”