Smexy Fairy Tales, Book 1
Sensuous Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 19.5K
$2.99 e / $7.99 p
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GRACED
Dark Contemporary Paranormal Romance
by Linda
Mooney
Word
Count: 54.8K
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Rhyne Castille has been viewing the world in black and white since he was turned. He’s gone decades seeing the world only in shades of gray, when suddenly there’s a change. The grass is green, the leaves are turning colors, and he can see it all…but how? It has to be the blood he’s been imbibing, and he’s determined to find out who it belongs to.
Grace Lockhart prides herself in donating blood as often as possible, seeing as she has one of the rarest blood types. Little does she know just what her blood can do for certain types of people, and what that could cost her.
When one of Rhyne’s nestmates gets a taste of the AB negative blood and realizes the benefits, Rhyne knows the man will stop at nothing until he captures the source to keep for himself. Rhyne has no choice but to protect her at all costs, even if it means turning on one of his own.
As good as
Grace’s blood tastes, she’s given him more than just his color sight back. She’s
made him feel love again. And that alone was worth more than life itself.
Warning! Contains a dollar store, blood dumping, a diversionary tactic, a collision x 2, nests, an orange shirt, a cardinal rule, a deer carcass, and one man fighting his feelings as he fights for the life of the woman he's come to love.
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TERRARIUMS
Book 2 - Hiram
Contemporary Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 8.2K
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BULLETPROOF
Sensuous Dark
Paranormal Romance
By
Linda Mooney
Word
Count: 56.3K
$3.99 e
/ $10.99 p
Wanting to wind down after a week-long seminar, U.S. Federal Marshal Stokker Teague finds himself in a hotel bar with plans to celebrate with a few drinks. Seeing a cute female sitting alone a few tables away, he’s interested and decides to make his move to see if she’ll bite. He’s got some time to kill before his flight home in a couple of days, so why not?
Diane takes the bait, but their one-night stand ends up being so much more than either of them expected. Diane knows she’s getting sidetracked from her job but this time it can wait. She deserves some fun, even though she’s sure it won’t last.
When time starts ticking on a job, Diane must strike when the opportunity presents itself. She takes her shot and runs. It breaks her heart to leave Stokker, but she convinces herself it couldn’t last. Her job would always keep them apart—except it seems fate has other plans. They keep running into each other no matter how much she wants to stay away and keep Stokker from finding out the truth.
When Stokker discovers who Diane really is and what she is, he’s torn between his job and his heart. Does he turn her over to the police for murder, or should he allow her to keep delivering her brand of vigilante justice?
Warning! Contains bullet
flushing, a Dastardly Good Donut Shop, faulty (?) surveillance cameras, wearing
socks in bed, a girl named Carla, a look that can kill, and two people learning
to cope with the uniqueness of their love affair.
G8
The 8th Species, Book 2
Sci-Fi/Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 46.2K
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G8 Children and the others are adjusting and learning to live freely outside of the underground bunker that they were once led to believe was normal life. They’re trying to find jobs as they scrounge for food and clothing, although the town is nice enough to help them whenever possible. But they’re determined to do it on their own, for the first time ever.
When a fire at Docenti Labs sent everyone running, Ingrid Shyne was told to wipe the computers and get out, but she couldn’t leave the babies behind. How could anyone? She escapes with them, hiding out at her parents’ place, but she knows she can’t keep the infants forever. They’re Chimeras, created in a lab like the other “children” who escaped, and they need to be with those who understand them. When she reaches out, she’s welcomed with open arms, especially by one in particular.
Ingrid can’t wait to share all the firsts with G8—first love, first changing of the seasons, first holiday season, first birthday celebration. It breaks her heart that he and his family have been deprived of the joys in life she’d always taken for granted. But all of this could be taken away before they ever get a chance to experience any of it.
The sheriff soon
calls G8 up to begin work in his new deputy position and aid them in investigating
the abandoned labs, along with the help of Ingrid since she worked there. But
they soon realize their lives are at risk. For good reason. They’ll need
everyone’s special abilities, along with local law enforcement, to protect
themselves as well as the second generation of Chimeras.
Warning: Contains no wrong moves, eggs with beans, surviving, healing, a classic Chevy, BOOM!, and two people refusing to give up hope for love and a life together.
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BREACHERS: Kamrose and Cross
Book 4
Contemporary Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
By Linda Mooney
Word Count: 29.1K
$2.99 e
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time, you can get this book for $1.99 by using discount code SWORD.
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They are the cause of many legends, myths, and fairy tales. And
they still live among us.
Human bones are showing up in various concrete structures, all
stemming from a site that has been shut down for years. Where exactly are they
coming from?
Olmsly Morrow thinks it’s more than just foul play by humans, so he
calls on Trenna Cross and Reece Kamrose, although Reece has no idea why he’s
been tapped for a super-secret government job. He’s just a farmer. Right, and
Trenna is just an actress as well.
In truth, Trenna is also a coh,
having trained all her life to fight Breachers. But Reece is not; he has no
“abilities.” So why was he called and partnered up with Trenna? Whatever the
reason, they’re committed to solving the murders of the gang members, and
ridding San Antonio of its otherworldly infestation.
Through it all, Trenna and Reece know there’s an undeniable
connection, and how nice would it be to be with someone who truly knows who and
what she is? But a relationship could never last between the two, right?
They’re too far away, too different from each other…or are they?
Warning! Contains chainmail, a Celtic cross, a
choice between barbeque or Mexican food, a haunted cement factory, and two
people who discover by accident that they were meant to be together.
Born with special abilities, N8 and the rest of “the
children” have lived underground their entire lives, where
they’ve been led to believe there was a nuclear war that left
the Earth’s surface uninhabitable. The scientists chose what
information they were given, what TV shows and movies they could
watch, as well as what they were allowed to eat. It was only a
matter of time before he and the others started questioning
their very existence.
They endured brutal experiments and testing since birth,
but to what end? When will it stop? They realize it won’t,
unless they do something about it.
Cydney Huddleston works for corporation, but she can’t
stand how the company is treating “the children.” N8 and the
others know nothing of real life outside of the underground labs
they’re forced to live in, or the lies they’ve been fed. When
she’s ordered to seduce N8, she makes a decision that will ruin
her career, and possibly cost her her life, but it’s worth it to
free the innocent ones who have never breathed fresh air, seen
the stars, or even felt love.
Out of thousands of attempts to create an 8th
Species, only six survived, and they must stick together. The
question is, who can they trust with their secrets?
Because the truth has the power to set them free. Literally.
Yordan Squires has a rather lonely existence. As a warlock
capable of time travel, he’d resigned himself to a life of
solitude long ago. When he finds someone possessing the magicks
like himself, she could be the answer to his loneliness. But
it’s too dangerous and selfish of him to ask her to accompany
him on his travels.
Ravenelle is a sprite, or so she’s told. She doesn’t know what
she is or how she has powers, but when she finds someone who
does know, she doesn’t want him to go away. Despite her healing
abilities and invisibility, she’s ashamed of the life she has
been forced into. Cold and hungry, she’s had no choice but to
sell herself, and now she’s in grave danger from the man who
owns her.
Yordan vows to protect his Ravenelle. As perilous as his travels
are, she would be safer with him than fending for herself. But
sometimes trouble follows, no matter where or when you end up.
Separately they are special. Together they are unstoppable.
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Excerpt
A feeling of dark foreboding, like storm clouds forming on the horizon before a violent storm, washed over Bruce as he maneuvered the SUV into the parking lot behind The Krystal Unicorn.
Tristian was already there and it wasn’t to give his report. Bruce could feel the fury in Tristian’s magic signature hanging in the air. A silver tipped arrow penetrated the windshield, split the arm securing the rearview mirror, and stuck in the headrest a quarter inch from Bruce’s neck. Blue liquid oozed from the tip and a stream of red mist escaped from the other end of the arrow.
“Hold your breath and don’t open the door or windows. The influx of fresh air will spread the poison.” He hissed though his teeth not daring to take a breath.
Air pressure inside the vehicle changed, Angie’s head felt like it was going to explode. “Bruce.” She whispered into his mind, a benefit of being mated.
“I know, just a few seconds more, I’ve got it handled.” His deep smooth voice floated reassuringly in her mind, as he reached over caressing her shoulder.
The pressure eased and the red mist sucked in on itself disappearing along with the oozing liquid. He pulled the arrow from the headrest, fingering the hole in the upholstery.
Through gritted teeth, Bruce growled. “His first mistake was that he missed me. His second deadly mistake was he risked your life. That is unforgivable.” Those two things also told Bruce that Tristian wasn’t thinking clearly, fury was coloring his judgment. That gave Bruce an edge, though the attack caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected Tristian’s attack to put his sister at risk.
The console between them lowered to seat level. He hoped to add fuel to the fury burning inside Tristian. Bruce put his arm around Angie’s waist and pulled her against him, his lips pressed against hers then gently covered her mouth as his tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips. He drew back, touched his lips to hers again trailing them down to the pulsing hollow of her neck and whispered, “You’re going into the shop now, Willow is waiting just on the other side of the door. Please stay there, you’ll be able to remain in my mind just don’t interfere. I need your presence there as a calming one. Willow can help you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know, there wasn’t time to explain how everything works and I’m not exactly sure myself. Only that I can feel you in my mind and I assume you can feel me in yours.”
“Yes, it’s a weird sensation,” Angie said a tremor in her voice.
“We’ll learn together to use it to our benefit, now is as good a time as any to practice.”
She snorted, “Sure, our lives are on the line. No big deal.” She threw up her hands.
Confessions of a Halloween-aholic . . .
It started with a simple carved
pumpkin and a wobbly stroller along crowded and sometimes scary sidewalks when
too young to make that dash to the doorway.
I LOVE Halloween! It’s been my favorite holiday since spreading that treasure trove of candy across the rug in search of that ONE piece we could have after trudging the usually rainy evening streets of our neighborhood in homemade costumes. The scent of crisp autumn air, the crunch of leaves underfoot, the ding-dong of anticipation, the rustling of that caloric bounty hitting the bottom of the pillowcase – delightful!
In later years, (when told we were “too old” to participate) the door bell ringing, the cries of “Trick-or-Treat!” and greedy bags thrust out in front of ghoulish or cartoonish faces brought back that rush of excitement. Then, when I became a home dweller with my own front porch, everything changed. I became a . . . Halloween-aholic.
The symptoms weren’t easy to spot at first. Just a string of pumpkin lights along a railing and a ceramic Jack-o-lantern’s flashing light for year one. In year two (thanks to Son working at a Halloween store with an employee discount!) came the first three buildings of Halloween Town (I should have known better after my addiction to my Christmas Village!) and a huge gauze-trailing Pumpkin Head stretching across the ceiling. The third and fourth year, my addiction ran wild.
Suddenly every available space in our street-facing dining room was covered with the macabre! Even huge faux spiders (my all-consuming phobia!) climbed the porch rails and window sills while eerie wails and moans from my now massive village filled the air! Every available space screamed of All Hollow’s Eve, from my workplace to the pets, and even my nails! I was out of control!
When did I start storing more
orange tubs than red and green in the basement?
This year should be epic! When prices dropped at son’s place of employment, three carts full of horrific delights followed me home but never got displayed because – sigh, Michigan. Cold, bitter wind and rain ruined 2019. So, 2020, with or without Trick-or-Treaters, will begin with a groan and end in a howl from our front lawn graveyard, complete with tombstones, gates, and fog. It’s going to be Spooktacular!
I’d better get more orange tubs!
Excerpt
Max hadn’t
visited that dark portion of his past for a very long time. Why now? Because of
the life his mate carried? Or were the dangerous shadows of unfinished business
reaching out from a swampy grave, a reminder of things he’d rather forget?
A rocking
chair’s familiar creak. He tensed and twisted anxiously in the throes of his
dream. Icy fingers of caution and loss clutched his chest as eyes darted behind
closed lids. Unable to deny his desire to look again upon the worn elegance of
his mother’s features, he faced his dread the way he’d addressed his life, with
a cautious, reluctant need to know the truth . . . of who and what he was.
Shadows, like
those long-ago secrets, hung thick, revealing little of the dark head bent over
the child Marie Savoie held in arms both protective and comforting. Max wished
she’d look up to feed time-starved memories, craving the gentle curve of her
smile and loving warmth in her gaze. He settled for the steadying croon of a
voice from the past.
“What is it,
Max? Another bad dream? They can’t harm you.”
As much as he
loved her, then and now, he’d never quite believed that assurance. Bad things
existed beyond the rusty gate imprisoning his youthful curiosity within their
overgrown yard for the first five years of his life. He knew because he was one
of them, a child of the unnatural world. All he’d wanted was to find his place
within it. But his mother had hidden that knowledge from him, just as she’d
kept the outside away for as long as she could
“Mama, what’s
wrong with me?” that small voice sobbed.
The rocker
continued to complain as she stroked the child’s black hair. Her tender gesture
failed to calm either boy or the man he’d become.
“Nothing’s wrong
with you, Max. You’re perfect. They just don’t understand, so they fear you.
That’s why you must be careful to never let them see the truth.”
“What truth?” he’d
pleaded. “Mama, tell me!”
Low and soft,
Max repeated from where he watched, decades away, “Mama, tell me.”
She brushed a
kiss across the top of the child’s flushed brow then slowly straightened,
turning toward Max Savoie, a surreal voyeur from the future she’d never see.
Her gaze swam with tears like liquid silver before flaring bright, then hot.
Then red.
“Max,” she
crooned, “you’re just like me.”
What
is it about this book that makes it special?
Working on Spiritwalker was a new experience for me, just as working on the
previous story Tamar Rising was. Tamar Rising was the first sequel I had
ever written, and in Spiritwalker I
now have the concluding part of a trilogy.
When I began the first story in the
trilogy, I Heard Your Voice, my
heroine Tamar Steele was a
downtrodden paranormal investigator being used for her psychic ability by the
team’s celebrity medium, Reed James, while nursing a secret love for fellow
team member Jason. Her ability to attract spirits by singing was what made her
come into her own. Now, in Spiritwalker,
Tamar is a fully fledged medium in a relationship with Jason, but her powers
unexpectedly draw her into a murder investigation and force her to rekindle her
now-struggling relationship to solve the mystery.
I received a lot of feedback from readers
about how they loved to see Tamar perform and also loved to hate Reed, who was
irresistibly arrogant. So in Spiritwalker
we get to see more of Tamar performing as a medium and more of Reed at his
insufferable best, plus Jason in his geeky glory and new character Asher, who
seems to exist to drive Tamar to distraction but whose skills as a smudger
prove pivotal to solving the murder.
I hope you enjoy it!