Author Feature: RBTL Presents Blood Secrets by Elizabeth Morgan Blog Tour

Posted by on May 30, 2016 in Uncategorized | 2 comments

*Please note the content contained within this post is for mature readers only.*

I’m pleased to welcome Blood Secrets by Elizabeth Morgan Blog Tour, sponsored by RBTL Book Promotions, to my Author Feature series.  Blood Secrets is a MF urban fantasy erotic romance.

 

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Title: Blood Secrets

Author: Elizabeth Morgan

Series: Blood Series (Book #2)

Genre: Urban Fantasy  

Publisher: Self Published

Release Date: April 22 2016

Edition/Formats It Will Be Available In: eBook & Print

Blurb/Synopsis:

When your life is messed up to begin with, how much worse can it really get?

Heather Ryan’s life has never been simple. The latest in a long line of descendants who have made it their mission to hunt down and slay the Ancient Vampire, Marko Pavel, she is also the first born Infected. Up until recently, the biggest downside to living with the Vampyrric Virus was simply that she craved blood, but after receiving a DVD from her deceased Grandmother Sofia and being kidnapped with friend and so called guardian Werewolf, Brendan Daniels, she quickly discovers that she is also the inspiration behind the Vampires’ attempt to create a whole new breed of super monsters—Hybrids.

The truth comes at a cost, but how much does one have to sacrifice to gain success?

Following the breadcrumbs left by her psychic Grandmother, Heather and Brendan find themselves in new territory. Venice is where Heather hopes to find Marie, the second Bloodling of Marko, along with Brendan’s three taken Pack members. But an old Peace Pact between the Italian Pack and the Colony means they are left hunting blind, and due to the Italian Alpha’s reluctance to believe their story of kidnap and experimentation on Loup-Garous, time is running out. So when help comes from an unlikely source, they have no choice but to accept.

All families have secrets, but blood can’t lie.

Caught up in an intricate and complicated scheme spun by the one she trusts the most and the friend of her enemy, Heather soon discovers that she is the pawn in a plan she would never have been able to conceive. But how many of her new allies were in on the game, to begin with?

 

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This title contains explicit language, violence, and some scenes of a sexual nature.

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Excerpt

The walkway appeared desolate… Darkness almost shrouded the passage, but the streetlights of Venice, which stretched across the seemingly black water of the Grand Canal, cast slithers of light through the tall stone arches. A gust of wind ran past me and I shivered, the small tremble causing drops of water to fly from my soaked clothing and stain the grey slabs beneath me.

A howl pierced the night sky, then another and another; a unison of agonizing cries echoing around the maze of buildings that made Central Venice so unique.

To say that Ken doll was going to be pissed that I had took off was an understatement, but I couldn’t lose this chance. I wasn’t going to lose Marie.

Pulling my sword from its sheath, I made my way towards the intricate iron gates which were open, held in place by chains that locked into two hoops that protruded from the grey bricks.

Moving past the rough metal, I peered into the square, outer foyer to find the main double doors to the nest stood wide open in invitation, giving me the perfect view of the long, quiet hallway. I inhaled deeply. The stench of ancient earth polluted the air.

With a steadying breath, I stepped through the doorway and past the two round pillars. Three large iron lanterns hung from the ceiling. A mosaic of stained glass caging the bulbs inside, casting fragments of multi-coloured light across the cream walls. The glow from them curled around the sculptures lining the walls, the shadows of their perfect forms stretched across the blank canvas, disfiguring as I moved past them.

My heart thundered in my chest, so loud that I was pretty damn sure it was drowning out the squelch of water in my boots as I tread lightly and swiftly across the coral and ivory diamond tiles. Droplets of water continued to travel down my skin and beneath my clothes, which already clung to me like a second skin. My curls were a drenched mess. Stray strands had escaped the bun I had shoved my hair in earlier, the wet chunks sticking to my face and neck.

I walked past the two sets of closed double doors which sat across from each other. My focus strayed to the enclosed, dimly lit stairwell on my right…. It was now blocked off by an iron gate similar to the one protecting the front entrance. Another set of doors sat closed to my left, but it was the archway at the end of the hallway that I was drawn to—the only other doors that lay wide open in invitation, and despite the light in the chamber being dim, I knew she was in there, waiting for me.

Oxygen burned my lungs. A stitch had claimed my right side, and the scent of blood from my weeping wounds had my senses peaking. Only this task remains.

Tightening my grip on the hilt of my sword, I moved into the large chamber. No furniture filled the space. All the curtains were drawn. The dark, thick material ran the length of the wall, indicating that the windows stood from ceiling to floor. The walls were painted in panels of patterns so fine, but I couldn’t make out the details. Not that the particulars of the interior of a nest ever really mattered. Although, this was by far the fanciest I had been in. My feet faltered as my gaze landed on him.

He stood like a statue in the centre of the room, his unseeing eyes, like white, misted glass, vacant and icy, focused on me. He could see me. He could see right through me….

The air caught in my lungs as pain seared through my lower back. I lurched, a scream lodged in my throat.

“You should have run while you had the chance.”

His voice sent a chill sweeping across my already frozen flesh.

I spun, sword loose in my grip, swiping at air. A delayed reaction, which only caused pain to ripple up my spine. Heat pulsed at the base of my back, a seeping warmth drawing the material of my damp T-shirt. The scent of my blood hit me once more. Shit.

“Brave of you to come back,” a female chortled.

Wiping the back of my hand across my eyes, I looked round the room. There was nowhere for her to hide but the shadows which claimed the corners. But why was she even hiding?

“What’s the matter, Marie? Are you afraid to face me one-on-one?” I straightened, gritting my teeth at the splintering pain stretching from my head to my toes. “I expected more from a first generation Leech, more from Marko’s Bloodling than peak-a-boo-attack.”

“You flatter yourself,” he said calmly.

I did. There was no reason for her to hide from me. Perhaps she wasn’t. Perhaps, this was just a game of cat and mouse to her, and she wanted to draw it out for as long as possible. Despite the fact she should be running for her wretched immortal life, despite the fact that she was no longer safe in her own territory, she hadn’t run. She was either egotistical or foolish, or maybe just clueless. One way or another, she was going to die before the sun rose.

“Face me, Marie,” I growled, tightening the grip on my sword. “Your son at least had the balls to—”

The air left my lungs as a weight barrelled into me.

In the back of my mind, I registered my sword slipping from my hand. A fact that was confirmed as the sound of metal clattering against marble echoed throughout the room. My head made impact with the wall. Pain exploded at the back of my skull. Stars burst behind my eyelids in a rush of glittering colours. I crumpled to the floor.

“Never speak of my son, puttana disgustosa.”

The words were snarled, but seemed distant due to the pounding in my ears. My eyes snapped open as blood coated my tongue. I rolled onto my side, gagging, wanting so badly to throw up, and yet, I had the urge to gulp, to swallow; to drink, and it was so damn strong.

“Pathetic.”

The word hammered at my temples, causing the pain that already cradled my head to stab sharper.

Pathetic. Perhaps I was pathetic. Perhaps I had been fooling myself all these years for clinging on to humanity when every primal instinct inside me hungered for blood, even my own. I was sick. I was no better than the monsters I killed, but I knew that already… Didn’t I?

“…you are not human, Heather. You have been lying to yourself. Thinking you can survive this way, lead a ‘normal life’ when you were born to be so much more…”

His words echoed in my mind, taunting me even though he stood quietly at the centre of the room.

“It is almost laughable, the idea that you thought you could stop us, destroy Marko after all those before you have failed.”

Breathing fast and hard, I twisted onto my knees. My arms trembled as I tried to push myself up.

“Where is he?” I bit the words out.

Marie’s foot connected with my abdomen. A crunch met my ears. Another scream lodged in my throat. Fists clenched, I curled myself into a ball, sucking in sharp breaths through my teeth as I tried to fight past the pain pulsing inside me.

“Where. Is. Marko?” The words were broken and strained as I tried to lift my head to look at her.

Marie grabbed me by my hair. A strangled cry burst from my lips as she dragged me up, sliding me against the wall. Nausea exploded in my stomach. Numbness claimed my cheeks and neck. I kicked helplessly. My legs were deadweight, but pins and needles shot through my calves each time my boots scuffed against the brick. I couldn’t feel my fingertips as I wrapped my hands round her wrist, feebly trying to break her iron grip.

She grabbed me by the throat with her free hand and pinned me high above her head. My hands dropped to the arm now holding me against the cold wall. My eyes widened as she stepped closer, into the soft stream of light coming through the doorway. If I could have breathed, I would have stopped at the sight of her angular, almost amphibian features.

Sweet Jesus, so this is what a first generation Vampire in full form looks like?

Like all transformed Vampires, her head was void of hair, but the bones beneath her face were moving. Her skin looked pasty and brittle as it stretched across the sharp and unnatural angles of her jaw and cheek bones. Her nose had caved into her skull, but her nostrils were large and wide, bat-like. And her eyes—deep crimson, so fucking inhuman, so lifeless I might have shivered if I had the strength to. The skin wriggled across her face… She was still shifting?

How much uglier can she get?

I jolted as something razor-sharp punched into my gut. Blood flooded my mouth, leaking from the corners as I fought to breathe. Tears filled my eyes as I glanced down, noting her free hand had pushed against my abdomen, her fingers embedded deep inside me.

“In the last place you, or any of your pathetic family, would ever think to look for him.”

Reality slowed down, or perhaps it was my heartbeat. Perhaps I was blacking out, but despite the pins and needles that tingled from my fingers straight down to my toes, the numbness that claimed every part of my body, despite the only feelings I had left being pain as she squeezed every breath of air from me, despite that, at this very moment, the only thing I should have been thinking about was that I was about to die, that I had failed my family, my grandmother… Brendan… a bulb pinged in my mind, and I had never seen the light so fucking clearly.

Her tongue slithered towards me, flicking across the blood staining my lips. She shuddered. “You should not have murdered my son.”

A howl echoed throughout the building. Hope fluttered in my struggling heart.

“It is time to leave.”

His voice jolted me, so innocent and calm, completely un-fazed by the scene playing out before him.

I lurched as she pulled her hand from inside me. Through my blurred gaze, I caught sight of the length of her now blood-stained talons as she brought her fingers to my face.

“Die knowing that you have failed, like the rest of your feeble family.”

Bones cracked and her jaw dislocated, her mouth widened, as her fangs extended—

A mountain of black fur barrelled into her.

I landed on the floor. My body screamed in protest, but no sound left me. I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes. Hell, I couldn’t feel my body. Just the pain that resided in every point she had struck.

Dark shadows moved around the room, accompanied by growls and ear-splintering wails.

Another thundering howl rang through the building. I moved my focus to the doorway and found a copper-blond Werewolf standing in the frame. His golden gaze landed on me, widening.

My eyes fluttered, and the next thing I knew, he was beside me.

“I know where he is,” I rasped as Brendan’s flushed, sweat-slicked face filled my vision.

 “Shit. Heather?” Brendan’s hands fell to my stomach.

Searing pain exploded outward, stretching to my head and toes. An inhuman cry gurgled in my throat, the action causing more blood to ooze from my mouth.

“Christ.” Tears threatened to emerge in his emerald gaze. His hands moved to my face. “Why—What?” His jaw was tense. A growl vibrated in his throat. “God damn it, Heather. Why couldn’t you have fucking waited?”

A smile touched my lips. “Because, silly Wolf—” I closed my eyes. My brain felt as though it were churning in my skull, “—I now know where Marko is.”

Darkness took me.

 

Elizabeth MorganAuthor Information

Elizabeth Morgan is a multi-published author of urban fantasy, paranormal, erotic horror, f/f, and contemporary; all with a degree of romance, a dose of action and a hit of sarcasm, sizzle or blood, but you can be sure that no matter what the genre, Elizabeth always manages to give a unique and often humorous spin to her stories.

Like her tagline says; A pick ‘n’ mix genre author. “I’m not greedy. I just like variety.”

And that she does, author of erotic ménage horror, Creak, paranormal erotic horror and UK, US & Australian Amazon best seller (Gay/Lesbian, Fiction), On the Rocks, erotic romance, US, UK & Spanish Amazon bestseller (Erotica Short Story) Truth or Dare? And sweet contemporary romance, UK & US Amazon bestseller (British/Drama & Plays) Stepping Stones.

She also has her hand in self-publishing. Look out for more information on her upcoming releases at her website: www.e-morgan.com

Away from the computer, Elizabeth can be found in the garden trying hard not to kill her plants, dancing around her little cottage with the radio on while she cleans, watching movies or good television programmes – Dr Who? Atlantis? The Musketeers? Heck, yes! – Or curled up with her two cats reading a book.

For more information on Elizabeth’s work, published and upcoming, head on over to her site:

 

Author Links

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Other Works by Elizabeth Morgan

 

The Blood Series

She-Wolf (Prequel) Free Download

Cranberry Blood  #1

Blood Secrets  #2

 

The Overseers Series

(On Hold until 2017)

The Collector #1

The Keeper #2

The Guardian #3

The Deliverer #4

 

Standalone Titles

Creak

On The Rocks

Razel Dazzle Free Download

Stepping Stones

Truth or Dare?

 

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MM Memorial Day Scavenger Hunt

Posted by on May 30, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

Welcome to my blog!  As a guest, you’re here because I’m participating in the MM Memorial Day Scavenger Hunt, sponsored by Triple Threat MM Scavenger Hunts, BFD Book Blog, Book Lovers 4 Ever, and Jessie G Books.

Don’t forget to visit all the other participants in this hop. The event runs May 30-June 8, 2016.  Continue reading to find out how to participate, in addition to entering my personal giveaway.

 

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Welcome to the

2nd MM Memorial Day Scavenger Hunt!

 

10 Days, 31 Stops, and loads of prizes! The rules are simple: At each stop on the tour you’ll find a military themed picture with a word or words. Collect the words and figure out the secret phrase (HINT: It’s lyrics to a song). Once you think you have the correct phrase, enter it into the Rafflecopter at any of the stops.

Three winners will be selected from all the correct phrases for the three prize packs.

Good Luck and Happy Hunting!

Our stop’s word is:  HELP

 

Men with perfect naked torso dressed in army pants

 

Part of body. Chest and stomach. Army pants

 

Prize Lists:

1st Place Prize
2nd Place Prize
3rd Place Prize (US Only)

 

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My Prize and How to Win!

 

$5 Amazon GC

 

To be entered in my drawing e-mail me at: authorandrewjericho@gmail.com. The subject line should read:  MM Memorial Day Scavenger Hunt GiveawayInternational participants are also welcome to enter.  One winner will be chosen at random on Thursday, June 9, 2016 at 7:00 PM CST. The winner will be notified through e-mail. Also, an announcement will be made on my Website and Social Media platforms.

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Memorial Day 2016

Posted by on May 30, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

 

 

“From now until the end of the world, we and it shall be remembered.
We few, we Band of Brothers.
For he who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.”
~ William Shakespeare (“King Henry V”)

 

In remembrance of those who gave their lives so others would have freedom and safety, and for those who continue to serve.

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Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing  and LGBTQIA rights activist.  All of his work can be found at:  Andrew Jericho. For questions or comments please e-mail him at: authorandrewjericho@gmail.com.

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Author Feature: Tina Donahue’s Wicked Whispers

Posted by on May 26, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

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I’m pleased to welcome Tina Donahue to my Author Feature series.  She has stopped by to share her book Wicked Whispers (Dangerous Desires 2).  The title is published by Lyrical Press.  Wicked Whispers is a MF historical erotic romance.

Tina is also sponsoring a giveaway. To enter, use Rafflecopter below.

 

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Author Bio:

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, Decadent, and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers’ Choice Award winners. Another three (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic contemporary romance, was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

 

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Blurb: 
Follow the heart through darkness…

As the Inquisition gains force, even the faintest rumor can brand one a heretic. In this world it is Sancha’s gift–or curse–to be blessed with the gift of healing. But the villagers are in need of her arts more than ever, and she feels it is her duty to help them at the risk of losing her life. And at the sacrifice of her heart…
Enrique has never wanted a woman as he does Sancha. Determined to have her love, he woos her with exquisite passion, giving her refuge to pursue her healing in secret. But their very desire and escape from the ruthless forces of the world may be their undoing. And together, they must pit themselves against a jealous rival and archaic tradition to secure their place in a hopeful new dawn…

 

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Adult Excerpt:

He looked at her. “Never have I met women like you.”

She inclined her head slightly to concede his point. “Now you understand why I said you must find another more in accord with your needs.”

“I want no one but you.”

“Enrique.”

He’d cupped her face, his thumb skimming her bottom lip. Her mouth tingled. Her breath spilled out on a wanting sigh at the tenderness and desire in his expression.

He reined in his gelding and lowered his mouth to hers.

She couldn’t fight him. Didn’t want to. The night was perfect for love, their attraction too intense, his kiss soft and searching at first then filled with raw male need, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

Sancha sagged against him, suckling his tongue as though she’d been born for the task, loving his clean flavor, his strong caress.

With the reins in one hand, he eased his other beneath her shirt, fingertips grazing her skin, hand cupping her naked breast.

She should have pulled away, told him to stop. Trembling with unbearable need, she opened her mouth even more to his tongue, inviting him to invade her deeply, intoxicated by his scent and strength.

Emboldened by her willing surrender, he dragged his thumb over her nipple, making the tip even harder. She ached for him in a way she couldn’t deny. All her life others had told her how sinful lust was. For her to avoid it at all cost. A woman’s purity was worth more than love. Passion could fade in a moment. Chastity alone proved a female’s honor the same as valor did with a man.

She’d never doubted those truths, having rarely thought of them until now.

Within Enrique’s embrace, she was complete for the first time, even though they had no future. Somehow, this moment and a few others seemed enough. On some level, she knew her sentiments were wrong. A better woman would fight for what was right, denying herself and him.

She gripped Enrique’s thigh, not wanting him to stop. Her touch seemed to excite him even more. He tore his mouth free and lifted her shirt, exposing her breasts to the ebbing moon and night air. The cool breeze skipped lightly against her feverish skin. His mouth was hot and damp on her throat.

 

Buy Links:  Kindle | Kindle UK | Nook | Kobo | Apple | Google

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Rafflecopter:

I’m offering one winner her (or his) choice of FIVE of my backlist ebooks – full-length, bestselling, award-winning, from this list (25 choices):

  1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
  2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
  3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
  4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
  5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
  6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
  7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
  8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
  9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
  10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
  11. Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
  12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
  13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
  14. Losing Control – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
  15. Shameless Desire – Four and a Half Stars – The Jeep Diva
  16. Illicit Intent – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
  17. Deep Within Me – Four Stars – Romantic Times
  18. Seven Sensuous Days – 4 Stars – Long & Short Reviews
  19. Stolen Desire – 4 Stars – Romantic Times
  20. Taking Eve – What to read after FSOG and Story of O
  21. This Time When We Touch – Erotic Paranormal
  22. Carnal Takeover – BDSM
  23. Wicked Takeover – Erotic Contemporary
  24. Intimate Details – Menage
  25. Freeing the Beast 5 Stars – LASR – Nominated for Book of the Month

 

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Connect with Tina Donahue:  

Website / Blog

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Facebook Page

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Samhain Author Page

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Email:  tinadonahuebooks@gmail.com

 

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My Winner in Hop for Visibility, Awareness and Equality 2016 Giveaway

Posted by on May 25, 2016 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

HAPHOBIAUMBRELLA2016-1I’m sharing the results of my giveaway as a participant in the Hop for Visibility, Awareness and Equality 2016My partner, John, was responsible for drawing the name of one lucky winner.

Congrats to Emily Wells!  Emily is the winner of all three books in the Rock Series:  Rock Hard (Rock Stars 1), Sex, Love, and Rock ‘n Roll (Rock Stars 2) and Flirting with Heaven (Rock Stars 3).

Thanks to everyone who participated.

I enjoy hearing from all of my readers, and look forward to your e-mails. Remember Love is Love…Period.

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Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing  and LGBTQIA rights activist.  All of his work can be found at:  Andrew Jericho.  For questions or comments please e-mail him at: authorandrewjericho@gmail.com.

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