Living the Black Carnival

Review: Black Carnival
Author: Katherine Wyvern



“My dear, there is nothing, nothing, more sexy than this.” This line, in Chapter Two, says everything I want to say about this book, Black Carnival, which is Ms. Wyvern's debut novel. Welcome to Cydonia, a colonized planet far from the core worlds, and its major city, NeuVenedig, built in the style of old Venice. But if you think this is a science fiction story, think again! This is the story of Ivory Blake, a stifled artist who needed an exciting get-away, and that's just what she gets. In this first-person narrative, Ivory is hired for a job off-planet, a gig where her artistic skills can be put to good use beyond the sterile landscaping company she works for, and that's where the fun begins. Fun? Yes, fun – not only with hot, creative sex scenes but also with the way Ms. Wyvern uses words. If Ivory is an artist, then the author is her muse, inspiring her to paint vivid scenes in gripping exposition that leave the reader with no question about what her first dinner on the new planet tastes like, how classic paintings are altered into tasteful erotica, or what the colony of NeuVenedig looks, smells, and sounds like. Ms. Wyvern doesn't just write words; she paints with them. Ivory finds herself smack in the middle of the Black Carnival, an near-endless masque of night revels that continues until the sun comes up – which it doesn't for several weeks. There's one perk of this new planet: Ivory can enjoy herself to her heart's contentment. She may have been shy to start with, but she opens up to all the sexual possibilities that the Carnival and its merrymaking sex aficionados have to offer. And the reader is along for the ride – a wild, erotic ride without inhibitions and without shame. But the problem is that Ivory falls in love with Lune, and she realizes that it is not the pleasures of the Carnival, per se, that she wants but rather this handsome and exotic Sand-Rider. Lune is from an artificially-bred race, not quite human, and Ivory finds that she is not allowed to be with Lune outside of the Carnival. His breed is not allowed in the cities, and humans are not allowed out. Black Carnival is light on plot, but that's not a bad thing. Ms. Wyvern writes beautiful prose, descriptive set-pieces that show the reader the world and all that is in it – including the people and their amorous encounters. For people tired of reading the same banal dialogue and seeing the same stereotypical characters popping up again and again (like me!), Black Carnival is a refreshing change. I didn't just read this book; I lived every scene with Ivory. That's how good Ms. Wyvern's writing is! I highly recommend this book.

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Annalynne Russo's "Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin"

Evernight Publishing has a new line of Naughty Fairy Tales series, and one of those gems is Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin, served up by Annalynne Russo!

Let's take a peek inside and see what this story's got to offer...


A smile spread across the imp’s face, revealing a row of crooked, coffee-stained teeth. He stepped toward her, then faltered as if worried she might retreat. “Dry your eyes, my sweet, and sit down at the wheel. Let my hands guide yours, and together, we will make magic.”

“Fine. I’m desperate,’ Katarina said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to earn my freedom. But what do you ask in return?”

The beast put a hand to his forehead and rubbed his temple. He tilted his head sideways and smiled at her. “Nothing. Other than the pleasure of your company,” he said. “A man like me doesn’t have many friends, let alone a beautiful woman to help pass the time.”

Katarina nodded in agreement and accepted his outstretched hand. As soon as their fingers touched, she felt an inconspicuous jolt of electricity ripple down the vertebrae in her back. Her eyes shot open in surprise. The imp drew back momentarily as if he endured a similar shock to his system. He motioned for her to take a seat, then moved to stand behind her. With her seated in the chair, they were almost the same height. He leaned into her. The warmth of his broad, muscular chest radiated through the translucent cotton shift she’d worn to bed. He flexed his fingers, using them to place Katarina’s delicate appendages along the spindles of the wheel. So close, his heated breath rolled across her skin, and sent shivers over the slender column of her neck in a series of tantalizing waves. The whisper-soft sensation caused goose bumps to form. Rather than pull away, Katarina let her body relax, enveloped in the beast’s feverish embrace.

He extended his arm, grabbed hold of the wheel, and spun it. Its clickety-clack sound reverberated around the room as it completed its first revolution. “Shut your eyes. Surrender all your inhibitions, and visualize what you want.”

Katarina groaned. She took a deep breath and laid her head against his well-defined bicep. What she wanted to do was lose herself in his comforting touch. Forget about the straw that blanketed the frigid concrete floor. Wipe away the memories of Aleksander’s brutality. Soon, the muscles in her back and shoulders relinquished their unwavering grip. She turned her head and took in her companion’s unique, earthy scent. Pine and sandalwood permeated her senses.

“Keep your eyes closed. Otherwise, the full force of the magic won’t take affect.”

Katarina heeded his warning. She allowed his talented digits to do their intricate work. The thin reeds of straw slid through their entwined fingers. Up and down. Over and under. In and out. She felt the rigid fibers give way, transformed into the smooth, silky fabric that cascaded down to the floor and pooled at her feet.

“Tell me your name, little man. Who is this knight in shining armor that sweeps me off my feet and saves the day?” Katarina felt him tense at her back. He stopped moving altogether.

“I’m sorry, my lady. I cannot tell you.” He rubbed his palms down her arms as if to calm her rattled nerves. Or maybe his own.

“Please. Call me, Katarina.”

“Katarina, it may not seem possible, but I haven’t always been the repugnant barbarian that appears before you. Once, I was a handsome man from a prosperous family living in a nearby village. Unfortunately, I cannot jeopardize my identity. If my parents discovered me in this condition, it would be a terrible disgrace.”

Katarina sighed and settled back against his bulky frame, her vision still masked. The sinewy muscles in his arms wrapped around her again as he returned to his work. They labored late into the night. Her fatigued body ached something fierce. Several hours later, she heard a rooster cackle somewhere nearby. The man behind her lifted his head and released the wire spindles on the spinning wheel.

He turned his head and whispered soft words that tickled her ear. “Katarina. Open your eyes and behold our masterpiece.” Her eyelids slowly drifted up, and to her amazement, a luxurious golden-hued textile was laid out like an elaborate carpet draped over the frozen stone tundra.

“It’s magnificent!” Katarina turned and threw her arms around his neck. The warm, exhilarating feel of his hulking form pulled tight against her pliant curves. His brawny biceps dangled over her torso and clung to her narrow, spiraled hips. He shifted his weight, and she felt the unmistakable proof of his desire. Katarina’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She pivoted on the balls of her bare feet and pulled away. “I wish there was some way to repay you. There must be something with which I can tempt you.” Her humble servant winked and shot her a devilish grin. “Be careful what you wish for. I might return one day and demand you turn over your first-born child.” Katarina’s eyebrows popped up, uncertain of his sincerity, until his robust laughter resounded in her ear. Then his expression turned serious. “Don’t worry, princess. In my current state, I can hardly swat at a fly, let alone abduct a child.”

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Avril Ashton's "Far From the Usual"

Meet Avril Ashton, one of Evernight's sizzling authors. Avril is the author of Make Me Sweat, Dulce in the Man-Love Edition of Midnight Seductions, and her new release for March 15, Far From the Usual. She has dropped by Boundless as the Sea today to tell us a bit about herself and to give everyone a taste of her upcoming book!

So, what does Avril have to say about herself?

l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write 'em too. No one liked it, and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?

A Caribbean transplant, I now live in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together we raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). My earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of the Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys books with an equally book-minded mother. Always in love with the written word, I finally decided to write in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of my stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending. I remain a believer of love in all its forms!

So what about this new release, Far From the Usual?

He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt, and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.

Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he has watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now that she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tightrope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade, and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.


How about a taste of what we'll find inside?
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She spent most of her morning over at Genevieve’s house, biting her tongue to keep from asking about Cam. The damned man was of no consequence to her, but she kept seeing his eyes in her mind. She blinked it away.

Any other man but him.

After business was done, everything confirmed for the dinner party the next day, Genevieve made them a quick brunch. Arden stomach grumbled at the smell of bacon and eggs sizzling and she mumbled a thank you before diving into all the greasy food. Normally she’d stay away from it, but she figured what the hell, she owed herself an indulgence and since sex seemed quite a ways off, this was the next best thing.

She’d just put her licked-clean plate in the kitchen when a vehicle pulled into the driveway. She lifted the curtain at the window over the sink and peered out.

“Ah, fuck me.”

Cam’s blue, dented pick-up truck sat behind her car. She watched as he exited the cab of the truck, a black t-shirt stretched taut over his wide shoulders and forearms, long legs covered in worn denims and black work boots.

He looked good. And she shouldn’t be noticing his ass, but damn. He glanced at her car, took two steps, then stopped.

Arden frowned. He looked at the house, jaw working, then back to her car. His lips moved and he trailed his hand covered in black fingerless gloves across the passenger side door almost reverently.

She felt that touch, a tangible caress on her skin. Her body flamed and Arden spun around from the window with a gasp. He’s a rude, crass man. But her body was warming to him and for him. No! She yelled at herself. He’s Clark’s brother.

And off limits.

Not that she wanted him.

“Arden, that should be Cameron,” Genevieve’s voice drifted to her from upstairs. “He’s here to fix the dishwasher. Tell him I’ll be down shortly.”

“Okay,” she called back as the front door open. Suddenly she wanted to run and hide, duck below the table even. Anything to get away from those ice blue eyes.

Instead she couldn’t move to save her life and she remained rooted to the spot at the sink, heart jumping to her throat when he made his appearance. She had to breathe through her mouth, fighting not to squirm as he undressed her with a glance, mouth twisted into a smirk.

His gaze stopped at her knees, exposed by the tight denim shorts she wore, and then climbed to her face slowly. Arden gulped. She didn’t know where to look, what to do with her hands. Hell, she’d forgotten her name.

The dislike from last night shone in his eyes, but so was the hunger. Potent and dark, she felt it wash over her skin and tried not to let her tremors show.

Not good. Not good.

She licked her lips and immediately regretted it when his gaze dropped to her mouth. “Good morning, Mr. Mercer.” There, no wobble. “Your mother will be down shortly.”

He held her gaze as he walked toward her. Slow and steady. Unlike her heartbeat that ratcheted higher and higher with each step. She backed up, hips pressed into the counter obstructing her escape.

She stood her ground on weak knees as he stopped in front of her. He placed both hands on the counter on either sides of her, caging her in as his scent—mild sweat and something spicy—teased her nose. She pursed her lips, locking in the whimper in her throat as her pussy flooded, soaking the crotch of her shorts.

He stared at her mouth and she remembered the brief brush of his mouth over hers the night before. The barest of touches and yet she still felt it.

“You should call me Cam,” he murmured against her ear. “Mr. Mercer would be a bit much to scream out when I’m buried deep inside you, don’t you think?”

A sound left her, a pleading whimper as her knees buckled. She threw out a hand and grabbed his arm for balance, staring at the contrast between her dark skin and his vibrant tattoos.

He had plans to fuck her and judging by the way her clit pulsed at his words, her body had no objections. But she did.

Arden swallowed and met his eyes, mentally stiffening her spine. Time to nip this shit in the bud. “You cannot have me, Mr. Mercer. Despite what you may think, I’m not a toy to be used up and thrown away. Keep your fantasies to yourself.”

Footsteps sounded on the stairs and she shifted away, but he grabbed her nape. She moaned at the sensation of his fingertips on her skin.

“Make no mistake, Princess, I’ll be fucking you.” He dragged his tongue over her cheek.

Arden shuddered and almost collapsed.

“And you’ll be begging me for more.”
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Kassanna's "Whip Me Real Good"

Who is Kassanna? She is a strong believer in love at first sight and happily ever after. After meeting her husband in November and marrying him three months later in February, the two have survived and sometimes enjoyed every adventure life has thrown their way. Ten years, two children, two dogs, and a wild turkey that somehow adopted them -- the adventure continues. Kassanna wouldn't have it any other way.

Her new release, Whip Me Real Good, is now available from Evernight Publishing!

What do you do when an unexpected party shows you an unexpected lifestyle ... and you like it?

Mattie couldn't believe her luck. Not only had the Lexington Corporation agreed to fund her grant for the small organization she'd founded for abused women, but she'd also received a complimentary ticket to the year's hottest affair. Every year, the Erotic Exotic Event was held, and the who's who in society always made it a point of showing their faces at the exclusive party. Mattie's pleasure was two-fold. This was her chance to come out of her shell to have some fun and thank the man who had personally chosen her little charity.

She had no clue what she was in for.

John ran Lexington Corp like the well oiled machine it was; however, Club Lexx was his baby and his home, if you counted his apartment above the dance hall. He was a strong believer of giving back to the community, which is why he chose a non-profit entity to support every year. What he didn't expect was the latte beauty that looked like a librarian but moved like a stripper to come bounding through the club's gold doors. She blew into the club like a whirlwind and turned his night inside out. Too bad he could never seem to get her to himself for more than a few minutes, thanks to a comedy of mishaps that left him wanting her badly. Hoping for an opportunity to get her alone, he took the chance when it arose.

That's when things really start to heat up.

Interview with Anna Keraleigh

We're happy to have author Anna Keraleigh with us today! You know her for her Fairy Series with Evernight Publishing. She's here today to talk about her latest release, Seven Days in Jade.


Jade is an unhappily married woman. Ryan is the sexy private investigator that loves her. He brings her secret fantasies to life, ice-cream-covered flesh, dominance, handcuffs and the ultimate desire. However, their wild sexcapade ends when Jade’s husband returns, and their oasis returns to desert. Can they survive apart now that they have tasted true love? These lovers have a one-week affair that will change their lives forever.

AD: Let's get to know the author a bit better.
Hello, Anna! Was romance always what you wrote, or did it take you a while to find your niche?


AK: I've been reading 'naughty' books for a long time. I fell in love with the raw sexuality and the hope that it brings to real life relationships. Fantasy added to that romance is perfection.  With fantasy I can make up my own rules. It makes the worlds I create that much more interesting and as unique as I want them to be.


AD: You have written several fairy novels, correct? What drew you to write about them?


AK: The Fairy Series is about muscled warriors with delicate wings who are on the verge of extinction. They must find their mates in order to keep their species alive. Ireland is my dream spot. I want to live there. So, naturally, Irish folklore has played a big part in my stories. I’ve always loved the idea of fairies, but I’ve read very little in the way of fairy books. When I made the decision to write, I knew in my heart fairies would be my first attempt. Evernight Publishing saw the potential, and they currently publish this series.


AD: Your newest book, Seven Days in Jade, is a departure from your previous work. What sparked your idea for this book?


AK: Oddly enough, this began as a quick short story. I finished the first part, "Taste Me Tuesday", and the characters just stuck in my head. They popped up when I was dreaming and writing. Their story needed an ending or at least a happy for now. As I began the second story, a handful of them came into fruition.


AD: How long did it take you to write Seven Days in Jade? Was it faster or slower than usual for you?


AK: It was a little slower due to the fact that I wrote the first part, began another writing project, then came back and finished their story. Jade and Ryan will always hold a place in my heart as well as my lust!


AD: What is your favorite thing about Jade? About Ryan?


AK: Jade is much more like myself than any character I’ve written before. She is curious about everything but has her eyes solely focused on one man. Her attitude toward life is  living it to the fullest. Ryan is sexy as hell. I can tell you he occupied my dreams for some time. That scene with him in the cowboy hat will be a permanent favorite. As well as that scene in the car...and the beach...


AD: What is one piece of information about Jade that does not make it into the book? What about Ryan?


AK: I originally had a scene at the beginning where we meet Jade’s husband. The readers got a chance to see his bad side and the heartache that he put Jade through. It was a dark scene that was too raw to add in. I wanted this to be a light, flirty read. I also removed  a scene that showed Ryan’s loneliness. He’s spent his entire life looking for true love and found it in a married woman. I eventually added a similar scene toward the end when Jade’s husband returns.


AD: Please describe a typical writing session for us.


AK: They’re never the same. That would be too easy, apparently. Some days I have time to light a candle, put on some music, and spend hours writing. Other days, I’m scrunched in the back of the car, train, or subway with a notebook and a pen while trying to ignore all the sounds of the city.


AD: What is the most surprising thing about you?


AK: I’ve never had a threesome, never been confronted by two guys! ;) I honestly don’t know what I’d do. Well I’d know what to do...I mean I don’t know if I’d have the metaphorical 'balls' to go through with it.


AD: Thanks for being with us today, Anna!

Interview with Lorraine Nelson (and Giveaway!)

We are delighted to welcome Lorraine Nelson back to our blog! She has a new release in her wildly popular Thunder Creek series, and we would like to pass on the information to all of you. Get ready for your return to Thunder Creek!

Lucas Manning, Sr. is married to Winnie, Roy Grayson's mother. Trouble ensues from the moment authorities arrest her son for stalking and terrorizing Lucas' daughter-in-law. Winnie feels guilty and withdraws from the Manning family. Suddenly a threatening phone call disturbs their lives even more as Winnie becomes a target. Can Lucas convince her of her worthiness and save their marriage? Or will danger and loyalty to her son drive a further wedge between them?

Excerpt:

 The warm water sluiced over their hot bodies in a rushing stream as they stood entwined in the tiny stall. Her kisses tasted like chocolate mint from the candy bars they’d snacked on earlier.

 She poured a liberal amount of his shower gel into her palm. “Turn around.”

 He did as requested, and she dutifully soaped his back. As her hands moved to soap his chest, she rubbed her breasts against him, and he shivered in response to the sensations rioting through his body. When her hands reached to soap his cock, he gasped, taking in a mouthful of water, which he promptly spewed out.

 “Lady, you sure are full of surprises,” he said as he turned to face her, rinsing off under the spray before turning the taps off. He grabbed a towel and dried her body, his ministrations causing exquisite little moans to escape her lips. Quickly drying himself, he tossed the towel aside and wrapped an arm around her waist.

 Side-by-side, they walked through to the bedroom where he could make love to her in comfort. He loved this woman. He’d shown her every day in every way he could, but the words themselves didn’t come easy, not since his first wife died and took a piece of his heart with her.

 As they lay down, he cuddled close and worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, old memories pushed to the farthest recesses of his mind.

 Her breasts spilled from his hands as he massaged their silky softness. “So damned soft. I could play with them all night long.”

 She clutched his head urging him forward to taste her rosy buds. “Be my guest.”

 He laved a tongue over a nipple, teasing before pulling it into his mouth, his hand pinching the other one. Her soft murmur of delight spurred him on. He let go of her breast, with a light bite, trailing kisses down over her abdomen to reach the honeyed prize nested in reddish curls. Her legs spread for him, the most feminine part of her open and waiting for his attention.

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AD: Welcome back to Boundless as the Sea, Lorraine! Your new release is Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek. This is your third trip to Thunder Creek, right? What were the other books set in Thunder Creek?

LN: Yes, Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek is my third book in the Thunder Creek Ranch series.

Book 1, Zakia and the Cowboy, was released on October 5th and became a bestseller and Featured Title at Are within 3 days. It features Luke Manning and his estranged wife, Zakia.

Book 2, Covert Mission: Undercover Cop, was released on November 28th and featured Luke and Zakia’s best friends, Blake and Samantha.

 AD: What is it about Thunder Creek that keeps drawing you back?

LN: The characters themselves keep talking and I just keep writing their stories. I love the sense of family, generations of growing and loving as they work together to provide a home and protect each other from harm.

AD: Which of these three books was the most fun to write? The most difficult?

LN: I absolutely loved writing Zakia and the Cowboy. It was the first book in which characters actually ‘spoke’ to me and it seemed to almost write itself. At times, my 30 wpm limit was sorely tested as I tried valiantly to keep up.

The most fun would be Covert Mission: Undercover Cop. Sam is such a sassy, independent, outgoing character, totally opposite to Blake and his caring, protective nature.

Book 3, would be the most difficult. At times, Lucas Sr. and his wife Winnie were at such an impasse that I really had to work it through. Eventually, they spoke, I wrote, and it all came together.

AD: Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek is a bit of an unusual romance in that the hero and heroine are already married when the story begins. What inspired you to tackle a romance from that angle?

LN: Spoiler alert! Book 1 involved a stalker who turned out to be Winnie’s son. The stalker had threatened the lives of Lucas’s family. It was bound to cause trouble in their marriage, and I began to wonder how they’d work through it. The hardest part was keeping the suspense going, but I stumbled onto a new angle and voila!

AD: Of the three couples, Lucas and Zakia, Samantha and Blake, Lucas Sr. and Winnie, which was your favorite? Why?

LN: Geesh! Do I have to have a favorite? I fall in love with all my characters and have written about these ones so much now, they’re almost family.

If I have to pick, I suppose it would be Luke and Zakia. After all, they started the whole thing.

AD: Which couple was the easiest for you to write? Which was the most difficult? What about those particular couples made them easier or more difficult to write?

LN: Luke and Zakia were the easiest to write. Once the idea grabbed me, it just didn’t let go. There’s just something about a second chance at love that pushes you to give them that happily ever after.

Sam’s story was a different one to write because of her prosthesis. It made her vulnerable and yet prompted her to be self-reliant. She hated the thought of people pitying her and found it hard to let anyone get too close. Blake certainly had his work cut out for him.

AD: Who was your favorite individual character? Why?

LN: That would be Sam. She’s a feisty little thing who overcame great odds to be with the man she loved.

AD: How long did it take you to write Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek?

LN: I started writing it as Book 2 in August, but Sam and Blake kept hollering to be #2. Needless to say, what I had written got scrapped when I started writing it again on Nov 2nd. It was edited and subbed by Nov 26th. So, just over 3 weeks from start to finish.

AD: Do you have any further adventures at the Thunder Creek Ranch planned?

LN: Yes, Book 4, A Cowgirl’s Pride, is about Leah Manning, Luke Jr.’s sister.

Book 5, Cameron’s Quest, is about their uncle, part owner of the Thunder Creek Ranch, returning from his travels.

Books 6-10 are hazy, but a distinct possibility.

And then there’s: Thunder Creek: The Next Generation.

As long as the characters keep talking and the readers keep wanting more, I’ll keep writing. There is definitely a world of possibilities in Thunder Creek.

AD: What can you tell us about Leah?

LN: Leah is the princess of the Manning Clan, two years younger than her brother, Luke. She tired of being coddled and protected, always her daddy’s ‘baby girl’. She didn’t want to live her life on the ranch. She wanted the bright lights and the big city. She wanted to dance.

Leah left her home and her teenaged lover right after high school graduation and moved to Vancouver where she worked as a dancer, but became unwillingly embroiled in an unsavory lifestyle. In Book 4, she returns home, pregnant, seeking a better life for her child. Trouble follows. Her knowledge of the goings on in Vancouver is in danger of getting her killed, but the Mannings close ranks and provide much-needed protection.

AD: You take an unusual angle in your romances, adding a large element of danger to them. What piqued your interest in suspense as an adjunct to romance?

LN: Would you believe every cent of my babysitting money as a teenager went toward the purchase of Hardy Boys books? In my later teens, I progressed to Mignon G. Eberhart, Mary Higgins-Clark, John Grisham and Harlequin Romance. To combine the two seemed only natural. By the way, I also watched a lot of westerns.

Thank you so much for having me here today. You two certainly don’t ask easy questions.

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Lorraine is giving away one copy of Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek to one lucky fan. Comment below to be entered to win. Winner chosen January 17th!

Pulled in Many Different Directions

What with the release of Worth His Freedom in early November and then Bride for the God-King in late December, we feel like we're being pulled this way and that with all the interviews, guest blog spots, and reviews. Oh, no, we're not complaining. Keep pulling! We're loving every minute of it.
This week's samplings of Adonis Devereux come from Katherine Wyvern's glowing review of Worth His Freedom, Emma Shortt's gracious guest blog post, and Tory Michaels' lovely interview.