Friday, 27 February 2015

Felicity Heaton...Bitten by a Hellcat!

I'm thrilled to welcome bestselling author Felicity Heaton today! As a special treat for you, she is offering a copy of Kissed by a Dark Prince to one lucky reader who comments here. 


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Bitten by a Hellcat, the sixth book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website and sharing sneak peeks of the book. This book works as a standalone, so it’s perfect for those new to the series too.



Find out how to enter the Bitten by a Hellcat international giveaway (ends March 1st) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 5 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bitten-by-a-hellcat-paranormal-romance-novel.php  

Here’s more about Bitten by a Hellcat, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance book.


Bitten by a Hellcat (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 6)
Felicity Heaton
The sole remaining member of the most famous shifter hunter family in history, Owen Nightingale is a mercenary and a man with a secret held in his closely guarded heart, but when a beautiful rare shifter catches his eye and offers him a job, he has the feeling he’ll be the one paying for helping her—with his heart.

Cait is in a spot of trouble with a capital T. A male hellcat has set his sights on claiming her and she’s one kitty who doesn’t want a collar. When she meets a dark, alluring and mysterious hunter, she sees a chance to rid herself of the male, but the price Owen sets and the fierce passion that burns white-hot between them lures her dangerously under his seductive spell.

Can Owen discover the true intent of the male hellcat and stop Cait from falling into his hands? And can Cait retain control as the heat of desire burns between her and Owen, or will a reckless moment seal both of their fates forever?

Bitten by a Hellcat is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bitten-by-a-hellcat-paranormal-romance-novel.php



Bitten by a Hellcat – Excerpt
Owen closed the door, rounded the compact car and slid into the driver’s seat. He twisted at the waist and put his bag on the back seat, and then put the key into the ignition and started the car. The engine growled to life and he flicked the switch for the lights, checked the road and pulled out. He tugged his seatbelt on as he drove and glanced across at Cait.

“Buckle up.” He waited to see she was doing as instructed, tugging the slim black belt across her chest, before returning his focus to the road.

It was quiet, the night drawing on, making it easy going as he navigated the short journey deep into an affluent neighbourhood near the centre of London.

Cait’s eyes grew wider by the moment as she stared out of the windows, taking in the buildings. When he drove through large black wrought iron gates, her eyes shot impossibly wide and she looked across at him. He kept his eyes on the road, unwilling to field her silent question, slowing the car as he drove through the rows of beautiful pale townhouses.

He turned left down another side road where the biggest houses were located and pulled the car into a reserved parking spot outside his one. Cait was still staring at him. He turned the engine off, undid his seatbelt, gathered his bag, and stepped out of the car.

She followed him a moment later, her eyebrows pinned high on her forehead as she finally looked away from him, her gaze settling on the huge four storey Georgian townhouse behind him.

“What you pictured?” he said before locking the car and turning his back on her. He strode towards the short black iron gate, opened it and glanced over his shoulder at her.

She hurried towards him, her eyes flitting between him and the house.

It was too big for him.

He used the sum total of five rooms out of the possible fourteen.

“This is yours?” She spoke at last, her gaze on the white townhouse, slowly drifting up the height of it.

Owen walked up the path, took the steps up to the covered porch with its Grecian columns, and unlocked the wide black wooden door. He pushed it open, proving it was his.

“It belongs to my family,” he said as way of an explanation when she looked at him again. “It costs a small fortune to run, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to part with it.”

“You grew up here.” It wasn’t a question. She looked him right in the eye as she said it, her expression sober, and he nodded.

It wasn’t often he met someone who could see straight through him as Cait could. Most people didn’t seem to understand him at all.

The humans he met who weren’t hunters, and therefore were unaware of the world of fae and demons that co-existed with theirs, weren’t worth his time. He had nothing he could talk about with them, not as normal people did. He couldn’t gripe about his work week over a beer with a buddy. The hunters avoided him because he wasn’t aligned with any of the organisations they worked for and only exchanged information when it suited them.

The fae and demons preferred to keep him at arm’s length because of his profession.

The only people he could really talk to and who had ever understood him were his family, and those who had been closest to him were dead now. He had a handful of relatives remaining, mostly from his mother’s side, and he rarely saw them.

“You live here alone.” Cait’s soft voice drew him out of his thoughts and he sighed as he looked at her where she now stood on the porch beside him, close enough that he could smell her sweet perfume on the night breeze.

He nodded again. “I keep most of the rooms closed and use just the ones I need… bathroom, bedroom… living room… kitchen. I did make one of the other reception rooms into a gym and training room.”

She looked as if she was on the verge of saying it sounded lonely, so he turned his back on her, stepped into the hall and switched on the lights. Thankfully, she took the hint and remained silent as she entered behind him and closed the door.

Owen locked it and pocketed his keys. “Come on. I’ll get you settled in the living room.”

He led the way up the wooden staircase to the first floor and the large pale blue room he used for his living room. He grimaced as he realised he had left it in a worse state than he had thought.

Cait drifted past him before he could say anything in warning, a twinkle in her eyes as they danced over all of the weapons spread across the large oak table on the left side of the room, and all the knickknacks he had left strewn across the square wooden coffee table nestled in the U of his three black leather couches in front of the fireplace.

She ambled around the room and he watched her as she allowed her fingers to drift over a few items on the coffee table and checked out some of his weapons.

“It looks very much as I had expected in here.” She lifted her eyes away from the crossbow she held and smiled across the room at him. “I imagined weapons and books.”

She looked around at the stacked bookcases that lined the wall to his right between the tall sash windows and the one behind him, and then down at the sheets of paper, notepads, and newspapers stacked haphazardly on a smaller coffee table beside an armchair.

“Although… it has an air of bachelor about it too.” Her smile teased him and he shrugged.

She hadn’t seen his bedroom.

If she thought this room looked like a bachelor owned it, she was in for a shock if she set eyes on his inner sanctum.

Her blue eyes drifted over the couches and then roamed back to him, gaining a dark edge of desire that set his pulse pounding and left him feeling she might just want to see that inner sanctum.

He was damned if she was going to see it as it was though.

He wasn’t sure how hellcats lived, or what accommodation they were used to, but he was fairly certain that as a woman she wasn’t impressed by clothes strewn across the floor, unmade beds, and several empty take out cartons, and that was exactly what his bedroom contained.

“You seem to favour magic.” Cait set the crossbow down and Owen stared at her, his heart pounding for a different reason as he took in what she had said. When she frowned and gestured to all the knickknacks covering the coffee table, his gaze leaped there and his heart settled. “The items… they’re magic aren’t they?”

Owen quickly nodded. “I get them in the fae town nearby. Some I use, others are just part of a collection.”

He backed towards the door.

“You like magic?” She looked at him again.

Owen took another step backwards and gave a noncommittal shrug in answer.

“I have to get changed and get some stuff together. Make yourself comfortable.”

He turned and walked out of the room, feeling her gaze boring into his back, intense and focused, as if she was trying to strip away the layers of his defences to uncover a truth he preferred to keep hidden.

A secret he’d had for most of his life and had kept from his father.

A secret only one living person in this world knew.



Bitten by a Hellcat is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.

Find all the links, a fantastic 4 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bitten-by-a-hellcat-paranormal-romance-novel.php


Books in the Eternal Mates paranormal romance series:


About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:












Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00SOS5Y0G
Amazon DE: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B00SOS5Y0G
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00SOS5Y0G
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00SOS5Y0G

iBooks US: http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9781909306653?at=1l3voM2
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iBooks AU: http://itunes.apple.com/au/book/isbn9781909306653?at=1l3voM2
iBooks CAhttp://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/isbn9781909306653?at=1l3voM2
iBooks NZ: http://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/isbn9781909306653?at=1l3voM2

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Marianne Rice...False Start!

Oh, how I adore helping an author celebrate her first release! After all, it wasn't long ago I was in the same position. And today I get to applaud the lovely Marianne Rice, whose debut romance False Start, released with Liquid Silver Books this week.

Welcome, Marianne!


Thank you, Rosanna, for giving me this opportunity to introduce myself. I’m a pretty normal person. I don’t have weird quirks or obsessions. I call myself...well-rounded. I have a full-time job, three active kids, a busy husband, amazing friends, a writing career, a cake decorating hobby-sometimes-business, an over-flowing library of books, and love, love, love to hostess any and all events, parties, holidays, get-togethers...you name it. I take on a lot, but I like to stay busy. Addicted? No. Busy? Yes. 

To me, an addiction is one thing you simply can't live without. I don't...oh, wait. Well, chocolate doesn't count, right? It's not like I HAVE to have it, but it is nice to have a delectable morsel (chunk) after a meal. And if there isn't any chocolate in the house (like I would ever allow that to happen) I have been known to break out the flour and sugar and lemon and whip up some other satisfying dessert. (Lemon squares anyone? Butterscotch oatmeal cookies will suffice too). So, see? I'm not a chocolate addict.

And reading. No, I'm not addicted. Just because I hide my paperback, Kindle, iPad or iPhone (yeah, I read on that, too) when my husband comes in the house and pretend like I'm straightening the couch cushions doesn't mean I have a reading problem. Reading over 150 books last year means I'm well read, not addicted.

Facebook? No, I can totally go a day or two without creeping, I mean reading posts and posting pictures. Instead I'll cruise through Twitter or TSU, search for hotties on Pinterest, or Google my favorite authors and read their blogs. Nope. No technology addictions either. 

And don’t event think about classifying my shoe collection as an addiction. Just because I have over thirty pairs of shoes in varying color, heel height and style for each season and occasion (yeah, if you do the math that may add up to a bit), just because when building our home fifteen years ago we designed my—I mean our—walk-in closet around my shoes doesn’t mean it’s a problem. I mean, seriously. Don’t most stores have a sign in their window that says, “No shoes. No shirt. No service”? Which means I need to have an array of clothing as well. See? Perfectly normal.

So I guess it depends on your definition of addiction. The word is so harsh. It's not like I'd go bat a$$ crazy if I was stranded on a deserted island and didn't have shoes. Barefoot in the sand is bliss. And no chocolate or sweets, or books to read, or social media? Nope. I'd be perfectly...oh son of a nutcracker! 

Know of a good therapist?

I’d love to connect with you on Facebook and share my other not-so addictions. http://facebook.com/Mariannericeauthor

I guess everyone has their issues, especially the characters in my debut novel, False Start.

Here’s a snippet of page one:

“We need to talk.”
Startled by the deep growl, Meg Fulton looked up to the towering stack of testosterone filling her office doorway and cursed the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach.
She straightened her posture, ran her hand through her thick hair in an attempt to put all the strays back in place, and then reached for the lapels of the suit coat that wasn’t there. She felt vulnerable in her silk tank top and wished she had an extra layer to shield her from the menacing daggers targeted at her. Putting on the jacket would only make a spectacle of herself. The thin tank would have to do.
“Sure. Have a seat.” She crossed her legs and attempted to smile. Inwardly, Meg groaned. Connor McKay. She’d noticed him on the football field coaching his athletes and had not looked forward to the expected confrontation.
He remained in the doorway, making no move toward the empty seats across from her desk. His blond hair was short, barely longer than the scruff on his face, and as she looked up she saw his eyes—a fierce, fiery blue filled with accusation and something that ranged between confusion and lust.

Download your copy of False Start today.


For all other buy links, visit my website: www.mariannerice.weebly.com


Friday, 20 February 2015

"Sing, dammit!" Music in my romances.

I suppose it was inevitable. The music world has invaded my literary world.

What do I mean? Well, some of you may know I used to be a classical singer. For a good chunk of my life, I studied music. Indeed, there were days when I felt Mozart, Bach and Beethoven were my closest confidantes. I sang professionally for a couple of years, singing soprano for a well-known Toronto chamber ensemble. It was an exhilarating experience...but not for me in the end.

Sadly, it took me a few years to realize I didn't want to be a singer. I do miss the music, being able to create beautiful sounds in an ensemble, but I don't miss the environment. After writing in secret for many years, I came to the conclusion writing was a passion I could no longer deny.

I knew I'd use my musical experiences in my books at some point. Music was simply too much a part of my life for me to dismiss it outright. However, for the most part, those experiences remained tucked away in my brain.

All of a sudden, they have burst onto the scene again. It occurs to me three, not one but three, of my heroines can now say music is a part of their lives. Heroine Winn from The Stand-In is a Broadway-style actor who loves musicals. Well, at the start of the book anyway.

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In addition to Winn, I have two artsy heroines who will feature in books that are soon to be released.

Firstly, there is Kate Callender, the heroine of my upcoming contemporary with Samhain Publishing, Vice.  Kate is actually a radio jingle singer but her passion is torch songs.

And then I have Renata Bruno, the heroine of Night Lover. This paranormal has recently been submitted to a publisher and I eagerly await the response. Renata is most like me in that she is a classical soprano with a chamber ensemble.

Did I intend to write so many artistic heroines? No. Did it feel right to pen them this way? Golly, yes. Being able to draw upon my experiences in the singing world really allowed me to get to the hearts of these characters. I felt their dreams, understood their disappointments and craved their successes. I lived these women.

That being said, I did work hard not to make them carbon copies of each other. Winn, Kate and Renata are definitely different in many ways and so are their stories. Their heroes are unique, their conflicts even more so.

They say "write what you know." For a long time, I resisted allowing the world of music into my literary works. However, it seems those memories have a life of their own and they needed telling. And if I've learned anything as an author, it's that one must listen carefully to one's Muse.

She won't always speak in such clear terms.