Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Pets in Space 4 Anthology

Pets in Space® 4 authors are:

  1. S.E. Smith

  2. Anna Hackett

  3. Tiffany Roberts

  4. Veronica Scott

  5. Pauline Baird Jones

  6. Laurie A. Green

  7. Donna McDonald

  8. Regine Abel

  9. Alexis Glynn Latner

  10. JC Hay

  11. E.D. Walker

  12. Kyndra Hatch

  13. Cassandra Chandler

Release Date: October 8th, 2019

Number of Pages: 1,489

Word Count: 379,957


ISBN: 978-1-942583-70-7

Publisher: Cats, Dogs and Otherworldly Creatures

Formats Available: ebook only

Price: $5.99

Pets in Space® Anthology Store: https://www.petsinspaceantho.com/store/ 

Pets in Space® Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/PetsInSpace/ 

Our Charity:  Hero-Dogs.org

Proud supporters of Hero-Dogs.org, Pets in Space® authors have donated over
$7,100 in the past three years to help place specially trained dogs with veterans
and first responders.

10% of all pre-orders and the first month’s royalties of Pets in Space® 4 will
again go to Hero-Dogs.org.

Open your hearts and grab your limited release copy of Pets in Space® 4 today
so together we can continue to assist this worthy charity!


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Sunday, September 22, 2019

Winter's Awakening by Georgia Lyn Hunter

Winter's Awakening

A Warlord of Empryea Novel 

Liza: Today, I am talking with two characters from Winter’s Awakening.

Sebris: One of them had better not be me!

Liza: Oh, good then. You can wander out to battlefield and chill for a while. I wish to talk to Brenna.

Sebris eyes narrow: Why would you wish to speak to her. As soon as she does her job, she’ll go back to her world.

Liza: Think that if you wish, but you are wrong. And in an attempt to clue you in, the seventh mystical Stone has been shattered and its power spread among many HUMAN ladies.

Sebris’ expression grows colder: You know nothing.

Liza (rude man—er, immortal): I’m not arguing with you since you have no emotions. While you are presently a cold asshat, I’ve read your life story and you will be a much better man in the future, so I do not wish to fight with you now.

Sebris: A brow arches.  You...fight with me?

Liza: Ah, here is Brenna. Stay, go, whatever. I have far less patience with cold, intractable men than Brenna does.

Without a word, Sebris stalks out of the room

Liza pats the seat next to her: Brenna, it is nice to meet you.

Brenna: You probably shouldn’t fight with Sebris. His world is falling apart. Rebels—his own world’s people—burned part of their beautiful, sacred forest.

Liza: Yes, I know. So let’s forget that cold man and talk about you. How are you doing since you’ve been taken against your will to his castle in his world. And why take you to his planet. The shattered artifact is on Earth.

Brenna: Well, I did agree to help him, I just didn’t expect him to take to his world while unconscious. But he needed to rejuvenate his life force on his planet, and he doesn’t trust the Empyreans not to steal me if he left me behind. So here I am. However, he does plan to return to Earth with me as soon as he can. While I was furious with him at first for taking me, but being on his world, I saw a more caring side to him—one he keeps under wraps. In fact, I’m starting to like him.

Liza: Well, Good luck to you. However, you deserve only the best, so try not to fall in love with him, unless he dramatically changes. The man is too hard.

Brenna: I fear it is too late to do so. My feelings for him are very strong.

Liza: Oh, the poor thing. My deepest sympathies.


Dark warlord Sebris will sacrifice anything to save his angelic dominion of Dregarus, even shed his own blood. Snatching the foretold mortal from her world is nothing—as long as she can find the missing artifact their realm desperately needs to survive. He expects a mere pawn, not a fragile human woman who confuses and tempts him, stirring in him a desire that is as dangerous as it’s deadly.

After a freak accident lands florist Brenna Graham in a coma, she awakens to find herself in another world and in the care of a cold, ruthless immortal. The Darkrean leader both draws and terrifies her. Still, she’s furious over the abduction she unwittingly agreed to. But the longer she’s with him, the more she discovers an unexpected, tender side to the icy warlord. As barriers shatter and rigid laws are broken, an unabiding passion consumes them.

Except, time is not on their side in the dying, war-ridden world. For a chance at a future, they must fight for survival. When unseen enemies target Brenna, their bond is brutally tested. Sebris vows to bring down dominions to save the woman who became his heart…

Liza O'Connor's

Review of

Winter’s Awakening

Georgia Lyn Hunter

This is a fabulous masterpiece!
From the very first, this story will captivate you.

Never have I read a book in which the ‘creator of the world’ is so cursed and hated as Empyrea’s. Can’t really blame them, for the ‘creator’ just stopped caring about them. After creating the sentients, the God just wandered off. And now everything is falling apart.

Children are no longer being born. Sentients from their own world are attacking Empyrea. And Empyrea fights among itself, as well. Lies and deceit are everywhere.

Now other worlds are pulled into their troubles, as well. Especially, Earth. Someone is paying humans to sell weapons of war and cause serious damage, such as killing the sacred Rean Forest, kidnapping people, etc.

To be honest, Empyrea is in dire straits.

Sebris, who is not just a great protector of his world, but technically is the leader of his world, too, (only he lets someone else stand in his place as leader,) and he needs to find the seventh missing Stone.

So, he heads to earth with a team of warriors, and falls for Brenna, a florist. Brenna has no clue that she is special and keeps insisting that she is not. However, she does agree to help Sebris find the missing Stone. Only it turns out the artifact has been shattered on Earth and the scattered magic sought several earth women to house it.

You’ll meet lots of interesting people, some human, some immortals, and a few Gods.
You’ll discover that the “superior” immortals behave no better than humans and some of them behave far worse.

But most of all, you’ll be enthralled and enchanted with this fabulous story.

I give this masterpiece five stars!
I give this masterpiece five stars!

Author bio:
I’ve been creating stories from the moment I could string two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through them. I’m a hopeless romantic.
When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, paint, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they’re so pretty.
After working in a few jobs all art related, I finally found my passion six years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
Oh, and I hail from the beautiful country of South Africa, but currently live in the Middle East.

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Excerpt from chapter one:

“God…” Brenna moaned, a wave of pain bursting through her head. Dying would be so much better. It was the recovery part that plain sucked.
Did someone smash her skull open and mush her brains? It sure felt like it.
She gingerly rubbed her temples, trying to ease the pounding there, and forced her eyelids open. Her blurry sight cleared, disclosing a sea of golden-brown wooden walls in a spacious but cozy bedroom. Intricately latticed dark timber suspended the domed ceiling above. Blue-streaked yellow flames rose from deep orange-blue crystal-like shards in the stone hearth adjacent to her bed. She blinked in confusion.
A low keening echo drifted to her. Her gaze snapped to the domed-shaped windows on the other side, revealing a whiteout. She frowned. There should be cars honking, voices adrift, people cussing. Life. Not a muted whine of a snowstorm. This was all wrong.
“You’re awake!” An excited cry erupted like nails piercing her head. “I will get Kyrii!”
Brenna winced and rubbed her sore head, catching sight of a slender figure in a dark blue, ankle-length dress disappearing through the door at the far end, enormous wings attached to her back dragging behind her. Wings?
Her heartbeat picked up in a fast staccato. Had she finally died from an asthma attack? Was she in Heaven? But she hadn’t been sick in a decade. It should be warm in Heaven, the buildings all sparkly white, or so she thought. She pushed up to sit—
“Oww,” she gasped, falling back on the bed. Every part of her ached as if after using her head to break concrete, someone had used her body to scrape up the gravel.
The door opened. An incredibly tall man stepped inside. Shadows concealed him for a second in the entryway. Then he moved, walking toward her with a predatory gait. Black pants molded to muscular thighs and disappeared into well-worn, knee-high black boots. An untucked, dark t-shirt hugged his broad shoulders and chest.
As he strode past the window, even with pain clouding her mind, Brenna’s breath caught in sheer wonder. So gorgeous…like an angel.
In the slant of dull daylight, his gleaming shoulder-length hair appeared like polished sheets of nickel bronze. The strands fell from a widow’s peak to frame his striking, aristocratic face.
But when she met those eerie onyx eyes, with the detached way he studied her, unease stomped out her fascination.
Dangerous. The word whooped around inside her head. Everything about him held about as much warmth as his cold, obsidian stare. He stopped at the foot of her bed.
“How do you feel?”
His tone held a dark, exotic edge. It scraped over her battered skin in a way that made her blood feel like warm molasses, and she shuddered, then frowned, so sure she’d heard his voice before. Except, she’d never seen him in her life.

Monday, September 9, 2019

Destination: Titan @Liza0Connor

Destination: Titan
Liza O’Connor



“This is not how I wanted to tell you, but I’ve four minutes left, and I need you to hear the truth from me before you hear partial truths from Dr. Tong.”

“Dr. Tong?” She was now completely confused about their topic of conversation.

“I dated—actually lived with—Dr. Tong when she attended Berkeley for her undergrad degree. We were not in the same field, so I saw no issues. Still, we kept it very quiet. And honestly, I wouldn’t be telling you now, except I’m almost certain she will.”


“The first chance she gets.”

“No, I meant when did you live with her?”

“I met her during her freshman year and she moved in with me the following summer.  She didn’t move out until her senior year. That would have been your second year at Berkeley.”

Tam blinked in confusion. “But you were always with me at the lab.”

He laughed softly. “That was her opinion as well. It’s why we broke up. It’s why she changed schools for her doctorate.”

“She thought you and I…”

“Yes, and that’s why she was so rude to you and will likely continue to give you a hard time.” His face hardened. “I know your temper, but I need you to continue to show the restraint you did today. If it comes down to you and her, I fear it will be you who is left behind.”

“Why? She’s a linguist. What do we even need her for?”

“It’s not her knowledge; it’s her DNA. Janise is genetically flawless. The future of the human race needs her. In a crunch, I could cover your skill requirements, but there’s no one close to her genetic purity.”

Just then, Lancaster entered and declared he needed Tamara.

Max sighed. “This is not where I wanted to leave this conversation. We’ll talk about this later tonight.” He gently pulled her from her chair and handed her over to Lancaster.

She felt Lancaster’s eyes on her; no doubt Mr. Busy-body wanted to know what Max had told her. As he rushed her down the hall, her mind kept repeating Max’s declaration that Dr. Tong was genetically perfect. His lover for two years was genetically perfect. His genetically perfect lover who’d left him, but now clearly wanted him back.

“Are you crying?” Lancaster demanded.

She shook her head no and suddenly wished she had long hair like Tong’s so she could hide her face.

Lancaster pulled her into a room and closed the door.

“What happened?” he demanded.

“Nothing.” She tried to move away from him, but his arms pinned her to the wall.

“I need to get you to the medic, so I don’t have time for twenty questions. I am ordering you to tell me what upset you.”

“Nothing of importance.”

“Bullshit! You’ve been a trooper all day. You’re the only one who hasn’t caused me trouble and I want to know what Max said to change that.”

“Max wasn’t trying to make me cry. In fact, he was trying to prepare me so I wouldn’t be hurt. Unfortunately, Max’s attempt inadvertently hurt my feelings. It’s no big deal. I’ll get over it.”

“What did he tell you? And answer my question this time,” he added with a growl.

“He told me he and Dr. Tong used to be lovers, that she blames me for their break-up, and she is genetically perfect and more important to this project than I am,” Tam replied.

“And was it the latter part that made you cry?”

She nodded, careful not to look him in the eye so he wouldn’t see she was lying. However, that meant she did not see his intent until he kissed her. She stiffened at first and tried to push him away, but his chest was so wonderfully hard and muscular, and it had been ages since anyone had kissed her. He felt so amazingly delicious that she stopped resisting and kissed him back.

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Monday, September 2, 2019

Kai (A Dark Assassins Novel Book One) @valerieullmer

Title:  Kai (A Dark Assassins Novel Book One)
Author:  Valerie Ullmer
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
3-Year Book Anniversary


There are two words that described Kai. 

Remote and Deadly. 

And until six months ago, he was fine with that description. But when the vampire assassin spots a curvaceous woman, a human no less, who would come to fill his thoughts, he would gladly shake his persona for a moment in time with her. Instead, he kept his distance, watching out for her and learning more about her every time their paths crossed. But he had yet to speak to her. When a turn of events thrusts her into his solitary life, he must decide whether to complete his assignment, or protect her. 

Olivia Sabin had dedicated her life to her work; finding a cure for cancer. She had hidden behind the mask of a scientist who cares little about anything beyond her laboratory, and for a long while she believed it herself. But when a mysterious man came to frequent the diner she visited nightly, her awareness of him devastated her concentration, and she came to look forward to the glimpses of him, however brief. 

When she stumbles upon a horrific experiment at work, she knows he’s the only one she can turn to. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to protect him and others of his kind from the same fate. But first, she needs to find a way to get him to hear her explanation.



That was the moment he spotted her from the corner of his eye.
Her mass of cascading dark, curly hair bounced against the burgundy mid-length trench coat wrapped tightly around her to ward off the chill of the late September night.  But with her head tilted down, he was unable to see her face.  Even from the distance of over two hundred yards, he could hear her mumbling to herself.  As hard as he listened, he couldn’t quite make out the words.  The coat did nothing to cover her curves hidden underneath, and he found himself enthralled by the sway of her hips.  His gaze traveled down her curvy body, and his groin tightened with every step she took.
Before he could contemplate his actions, he leapt from the deck and flew down the mountain, stopping when he stood, hidden in the darkness, a few feet from her.  He forced himself to widen the distance between them, and started trailing her. 
Experience and his enhanced senses kept him out of sight from her and the others who ventured out on the cold night.  He soon found that she was so absorbed in whatever happened to be on her mind that he could have stood right in front of her, and she would’ve ignored him and kept walking.
He trailed her as she closed in on the diner on the corner, learning that the small eatery was her destination on most nights.  She chose that moment to brush her long hair out of her face.  With that tiny movement, her fragrance of lemongrass and green apple drifted back toward him.  A low snarl erupted from his throat as his body stiffened in shock; the unexpected reaction to her scent was so fierce, he was torn between his instant desire for her and self-preservation.  The sound he hadn’t managed to smother must’ve reached her, because her head turned toward him and her brows drew down in confusion.  A split second before her eyes landed on where he stood, he stepped back, pissed at his infinitesimal loss of control.  A silent sigh of relief passed his lips as she shook her head, not able to spot in him the dark, and continued on her way.
In his over two hundred year existence, he’d never been attracted to a human.  Blood was the one reason that he interacted with humans, and even that could be taken from a donor without him having him drink from the source.  But as he tried to pass off a reason he reacted to her in such an elemental way, he continued to follow her, finding himself outside the door that read Blue Plate Diner.  Obscured by the door, his eyes tracked movement as the waitress greeted her as if they were old friends.  For a reason he couldn’t fathom, he felt a surge of jealousy.  He was still a stranger to this captivating human, and she intrigued him.
Without quite knowing why he had followed her, he opened the door and walked into the chrome and tiled cafe, taking the time to pull up the hood of his sweatshirt.  He scanned the place and settled for a booth at the back of the restaurant, where he could watch her without being detected.
By the time he’d sat down and scanned for any possible dangers, she had pulled out a laptop along with a sheaf of papers filled with formulas he couldn’t decipher.  Between typing and writing in the margins of the already filled pages, the concentration on her work was total.
He found himself mesmerized by the play of emotions on her face as she worked.  A smile for when she figured out a problem, or a frown when something didn’t quite fit, and everything in between.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  When she bit her lip in concentration, it took all of his control to keep his distance from her.  He found that he had to grip the table to keep himself still, when all he wanted to do was devour her. 
The spell was broken when the waitress had placed a club sandwich with a side of fries on the free space next to her elbow.  He forced himself to relax, but kept his eyes on her when she reached for the sandwich absently and ate without really paying attention to anything else but the work in front of her.
After several hours, her hand covered a small yawn.  She glanced at her watch, and he felt the side of his mouth tilt as she rolled her eyes.  Thanking the waitress, she reached for two tens in her pocket and dropped them on the table before she packed up and left.
From that night on, he made a point to arrive at the diner minutes after she was seated, and spent hours scanning her face as he watched her work.  And every night, he slid into the shadows as she walked home to her small cottage, with its bright white siding with cornflower blue shutters that matched her perfectly.  Each night, he waited until she was safely inside with the door locked, before he made his way back to his home on the mountain. 
His attraction also came with a somewhat unwanted reaction.  Protectiveness.  He estimated her height at under five and a half feet tall, and although she walked everywhere in their relatively safe little town—to her job at Standard Biotech and her home, several blocks from the diner—he had to tamp down his need to protect her.  From what, he couldn’t explain, even to himself.


Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.