1st Prize — $50 Amazon Gift Card
Iris Salazar
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Rita Wray
3rd Prize — signed copy of Darkness Dawns + swag
Sherry Strode
All three winners have been notified and sent their prizes. Congratulations again!!
Fresh Fiction gave Shadows Strike, my latest release, a fabulous review. Here's a snippet:
See the full review HERE.
Fresh Fiction also has deemed On the Hunt—the anthology that contains my Immortal Guardians novella Phantom Embrace—a Fresh Pick.
See the full review HERE.
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It's time once more for Favorite Quote Friday! I heard from several readers this week who have been enjoying A Sorceress of His Own on audiobook. (Audiobooks sure come in handy when you just can't find time to sit down and read or have a long commute to and from work.) So I thought, for today's selection, I would give you a mini-excerpt from it. If this is your first time hearing about it, I'll preface the quote with a brief blurb:
Born with extraordinary gifts that label her a sorceress, Alyssa is forced to conceal her youth and the love she harbors for Lord Dillon beneath umbral robes that lead him and his people to believe she is the same aged wise woman who served his father. All is revealed, however, and passion soon flares when an enemy threatens Dillon's life and Alyssa sacrifices everything to save him.
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Dillon’s expression sobered. His cerulean eyes turned watchful. “Am I different with you, Alyssa?”
The sound of her name falling so smoothly from his lips after so many years should not inspire this depth of pleasure. Swallowing nervously, she wished now that she had held her tongue. “You know that you are.”
“In what way?” His gaze swept her hidden form. His voice deepened, turned husky. “Tell me.”
Alyssa’s heart hammered beneath her breast. What was he doing to her? With just a look… such a look… he peeled away her exterior and threatened to expose all of her hidden desires.
“In this way,” she managed to say, heart pounding. “The way you look at me.” As though you are a starving wolfhound and I a choice bit of venison that has fallen at your feet.
“I thought you gray-haired and wrinkled beneath your robes. Yet, here you are, younger than myself by several summers unless I miss my guess. To discover such exquisite beauty… ’Tis not surprising that I look at you differently.” Still reclining on one elbow, he leaned forward and, with his free hand, brushed his fingers across her forehead, traced the arch of one brow and trailed down her temple to her cheek.
Images stirred in her mind. Erotic images that stole her breath and began a flash fire in her body.
Dillon drawing back the blankets, baring her body to his heated gaze.
Dillon’s hands and mouth touching her in the most shocking places.
His clothing miraculously vanishing as he lowered his body to hers.
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Have a wonderful weekend!
Dianne
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