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Saturday, April 20, 2013

Lucius the Fallen



Welcome to the release tour of

 Lucius; The Fallen! 

 The first in a hotly-anticipated series, it follows the leader of a band of hard-living, hard-drinking angels after their fall to earth. The series will span six books, each one more enticing than the last! Keep reading to find out more, and check out our giveaway at the end……AND a special surprise if you’ve ever wanted to ask the authors a question!



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“Relish this moment in My favor. It is your last.”

Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill-fated decision cast them out of Heaven. Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen.

Lucius, once revered at the side of God, fell to Earth with his brothers to pay penance and atone for his lapse in leadership. Wingless and forsaken, they have all paid a price for their complicity. Lucius’ hubris is now a curse, and he cannot rest until they carry out the last of The Almighty’s orders...and stop a war that has been millennia in the making.

Persephone Roberts is always in the right place at the right time, the serendipity allowing her to help people on her travels. When it leads her to cross paths with the band of hard-living fallen angels, she sets her sights on their leader, and is determined to restore Lucius’ faith in their quest. And in himself.

But the ancient evil the angels strive to fight has put Persephone in its crosshairs. It will be up to Lucius and his brothers to save her and destroy the minions of the dark. Can the amber-eyed beauty with her accepting heart heal wounds that cut soul deep, and force him to reclaim a glory he once tossed aside? Is he strong enough to realize the path back to Heaven begins with her, or will he be forever...fallen?




Excerpt (18+)

The subtle whoosh of air from the doorway ahead made all five angels turn as one.
“Is there another one?” Lucius muttered. Turning to Domniel, he said, “Can you smell another one?”
Domniel lifted his head and walked toward the doorway. “Hard to tell. That smell's everywhere. I'll follow it and see what I find.”
“Good. Elijah, go with him,” Lucius said as he bent toward the pool of goo to begin purifying the remains. From the corner of his eye, Lucius watched Elijah nod and jog off to catch up with Domniel.
Task finished, he placed the vial of holy water in his pocket, and called after the blind angel. “Dom?”
“Yeah, man, out here.”
He motioned to Jude and Mordecai, and they ran across the street to another parking lot. He paused as he realized Domniel and Elijah weren’t alone.
A woman stared at them from across the lot. She looked calm. A dark halo of thick curls was pulled back tight, emphasizing an oval face and high cheekbones. The assassin-chic ensemble she sported could not detract from the feminine perfection she represented.
She laid smoldering eyes on them and growled, her voice smoky and rich, “Figures I would find pigeons here. It is the gutter, after all.”
Domniel’s head tilted and Lucius knew he was trying to locate her. He caught a whiff of sand and something exotic and ancient. He knew the blind angel had found her when he turned, putting his shades on her.
“Where the fuck did you come from?” Domniel snarled.
She laughed, the sultry sound designed to stir men’s loins. “A higher plane of existence, you useless bird.”
His dark sunglasses looked her up and down. “No shit, you a Jersey girl? That explains a lot.”
She glared at him before bringing her arm forward to reveal a flaming scimitar. “You pigeons always have to crap on somebody else's sidewalk, don’t you?”
Lucius stepped forward and laid a hand on Domniel's shoulder, urging him to stand down. Apprehension collided with recognition like a shot to his gut, and he gave the deposed goddess a slow, tight smile, hoping that this encounter would leave them with all their limbs.
“Hello, Khemrhy.”
“Do you have any idea what you just screwed up?” Khemrhy laid the scimitar across her back, the fire dying and sword disappearing before she leaned against an old Chevy pickup, one foot planted squarely on the front bumper.
Before anyone could slap a hand over his mouth, Domniel spouted, “Could it be your hot date for this century?”
Khemrhy smiled and stood back up. “No, you fool. You messed with my hunt. He was leading me back to something important. Not that you could ever understand that.”
Always cautious in his dealings with Khemrhy, Lucius put a hand over Domniel's mouth and said, “We think there's a second one. Did you see anything?”
“Of course. The other one went that way,” she said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the alley behind her. Something about it seemed too simple, but a gust of wind brought the stench of brimstone strong enough that they could all smell it.
As Lucius, Jude, and Mordecai began to head past Khemrhy, they instinctively gave her a wide berth. From behind them, Domniel said, “I'll stay here and keep an eye on her. I still don't trust the bitch.”
“Little hard to keep an eye on someone when you're blind, pigeon,” she quipped. “Maybe you should get a dog.”
Lucius heard Domniel mouthing off in the distance and rolled his eyes, hoping she didn't remove any limbs. This time.
“A dog, huh? You’ll do. Let me see if I can find a leash and a muzzle,” Domniel snapped back. “Though you might be a little front end heavy to be running around on hands and knees, fetching shit for me.”
As the wind picked up, Lucius could see Domniel’s head swivel as he struggled to locate Khemrhy’s dissipating scent. Elijah signed to him in a panic, the fluttering of his fingers reaching through to the blind angel.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! I lost her! Where is she? I don't speak finger-fuck!”
Lucius whirled in a circle, hoping that even he could get a quick scent to target the goddess.
Ten feet in front of his sightless brother, Khemrhy growled, “I’ve got a front end for you.” And then the truck came crashing down on Domniel.
From his viewpoint behind Domniel, Lucius watched as Khemrhy planted her boot on the truck's bumper and pushed down hard to lever it upward. When she started pushing down with her foot, Elijah began frantically signing the word, “Chevy” to no avail. As the truck stood on end, she reached down, grabbed the bumper, and swung the entire vehicle over her head.
The pickup came down in a barrage of creaking steel, slamming Domniel hard into the pavement. He gave a loud, anguished grunt as Elijah ran to his side. Twisted metal groaned as Elijah tried to maneuver chunks of the vehicle up off him.
“Get…off me… fucking bitch!” he gurgled. Khemrhy laughed as she made her way to a Triumph motorbike parked beneath one of the street lights.
Lucius and Jude ran to assist. “What the fuck happened? Dom?”
“Chevy half-ton pickup,” Elijah signed to Lucius.
Lucius winced, reaching for parts of the vehicle. “Ouch.”
The sound of the Triumph's throttle rumbling got their attention and they turned. Khemrhy smiled back, flipping them her middle finger before roaring off down the street.
Domniel lay on his back, his chest caved in, laboring for enough breath to groan.
Lucius shook his head. “You know better than to piss her off. She could've killed you, dumbass.”
Domniel wheezed, turned his head and spat out two bloody teeth. “Get 'Magic Fingers' over here - good to go.”
Elijah tapped Lucius on the shoulder and gestured to Domniel.
“Yeah,” Lucius nodded. “Do your thing. And get him to walk. I'm not fucking carrying his wiseass back.”
They came forward and closed ranks, making a circle around him. Elijah knelt down next to the blind angel, stretched out his hands and cracked his knuckles.
“Just fucking get to it, mute. My balls are wedged up in my ribcage.” Domniel's eyes fluttered closed in between gasps.
Jude snorted. “Why can't you be the mute?”
Lucius held a hand up, silencing them.
Elijah rubbed his hands together and closed his eyes. The silent angel’s hands trembled for a moment and then glowed with a soft, white light. He placed both of them, palms down, on what was left of Domniel's chest and took a deep breath.
Domniel lit up, his chest echoing the glow from Elijah’s hands, and he let out a deep, relaxing sigh. “Fuck, yeah. I bet the chicks love that shit.”
“Shut up,” Lucius warned.
Domniel sighed again and gave into the healing.


Author Bios



Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.





Lorecia is a native Houstonian who did not escape in her adulthood. So she camps out in NW Houston concocting her own special variety of chaos but rarely finishes it without the continual prodding of best friend Tara. She loves to laugh, bead, write, eat and hug kitties. She also loves to have fun and can usually be found on any given Friday night off chatting her head off at Denny’s with her bestie.



LIVE Question-and-Answer session with the authors!

And now for the giveaway—and that special surprise! As part of the tour, the author will be answering your questions about Lucius and writing LIVE on April 29th, via Google+ Hangouts! To take part, all you need to do is go to the event page here at  http://www.moonrosepublishing.com/#!author-questions--lucius-the-fallen/cfzv and post the question that you would like to be answered. The best ones will be chosen, and as many as possible answered within a 30 minute session. The address to watch and take part in the Hangout will be posted a week before, and you must follow Moon Rose Publishing on Google+ at https://plus.google.com/114000878667510243231/posts Have fun!

And….the awesome giveaway!


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You can pick the book up from these places!
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Kobo
WHSmith
Barnes & Noble
Google Play
Moon Rose Publishing

And don’t forget to get your questions in for the 29th April 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Welcoming author Alexandra Anthony to the blog this weekend with her new release, 'Tempted'



Alexandra lives in the Midwest.  She enjoys a steamy romance, a happy ending and isn’t afraid of things that go bump in the night.

She is the author of two paranormal, erotic series: The Dark Hart Chronicles and The Vampire Destiny Series.

Alexandra brings along her new release to share today,

Tempted 

When personal assistant Savannah Wood lands a dream job with up and coming rock star Nick Hart, it seems too good to be true.  He's devastatingly handsome, reserved and charming...but he has a secret he's determined to keep.

Their attraction to one another is immediate and Savannah is determined to keep a professional relationship between them.  She's been burned before and has no desire to reopen old wounds.

The lines between professional and personal begin to blur when Savannah finds out Nick's secret: he's a century old vampire with a painful past.  He's also hesitant to open himself up to her, yet they find their temptation to one another is stronger than either can resist.

The paparazzi, a string of murders and cryptic, ominous letters threaten their budding relationship.  Will their attraction and love be enough to keep them together…or will it tear them apart?


*This is an erotic, romantic book.  It contains sexy vampires, graphic language, adult content and situations that aren't for the faint of heart.  Consider yourself warned.*

Read a sexy sample from Tempted


Rain dripped from his raven black hair to run in rivulets down the sharp planes of his handsome face.  His dark eyes were luminous, glowing with passion as he stood before me, both hands bracing the doorframe.

“Nick…” I whispered.  I took a shaky step backwards as he strode across the threshold forcefully and took my face in his hands.  Our eyes met for the briefest of moments before he lowered his head to capture my lips in a toe-curling kiss, his tongue searching the contours of my mouth.  Much too soon he pulled away, his teeth tugging at my lower lip.  His fingers stroked down the length of my neck, cold and wet against my skin.  My body trembled in response and when I raised my hands to embrace him, he stopped me and held them in his firm grip.

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this, Savannah.  I know I promised to give you your space and that I’d be patient.  You can see how well that worked.  So here I am, standing here in front of you.  I wanted it to be different…I wanted to do this right.”  He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.  He dragged me closer until I was pressed against the solid wall of his chest, soaking my t-shirt with rainwater.  “But I can’t do this anymore.  I can’t lie to myself and pretend I’m all right with just being friends.  I fucking want you.”

His words ignited a fire deep within me, stroking the slow simmer that had been building all week.  When he continued, his voice was husky.  “I don’t want to talk and I don’t want to think if it’s right or wrong.  I’ll deal with the fallout tomorrow, but now…now I want you more than I can put into words.”

His hands released mine and he cradled my face in his hands.  His soft mouth whispered over my lips and the curve of my jaw.  Powerless to think clearly, I simply lost myself in him and the emotion he’d unleashed inside of me.  He made me feel cherished and desired, as if I was the only woman alive.  Keeping myself emotionally unavailable had its drawbacks and I was almost desperate to feel connected to him.  Unable to hold back when his lips tentatively covered mine again, I responded shamelessly.  I slowly traced the outline of his lips with the tip of my tongue.  His body reacted immediately to my unexpected reaction, the front of his rain sodden pants bulging.

"You're soaked," I brushed his wet hair back from his forehead.  My eyes followed every line on his face, over his cheekbones and his full lips.  As I studied him, I wondered fleetingly if once we made love, the attraction would be gone.  Maybe I could fuck him out of my mind.

If only it was that easy, Savannah.

The corner of his mouth twitched.  His head tipped back under my touch and the weight of my stare, baring his long neck to me.  “Then you should undress me, love.”

Drawing in an unsteady breath, my hands didn’t waver as I swiftly unzipped his pants and flicked open the button of his dress pants.  They fell heavily around his feet in a wet heap as my fingers pushed at his suit jacket, easing it over his broad shoulders.  All that separated us was his dress shirt and my faded t-shirt.

When he swept me into his arms and carried me up the stairs to my bedroom, I didn’t offer any challenge.  He swaggered across the room, laying me across the bed in one fluid motion.  My hooded eyes devoured him as stood before me, roughly tugging off his tie and dropping it carelessly on the bed beside of me.  His agile fingers slid over his dress shirt, each button slowly falling open to reveal a sliver more of his pale chest until it draped open at each side, his rippled abdomen shadowed in the darkness of the room.

“Savannah.  Come here, love.”

My heart was racing as I crawled to the edge of the bed.  Reaching out to him, my hands twisted into each side of his shirt and I tugged him against me.  Our bodies collided and our mouths met impatiently, the fiery caress of his lips searing through me until I was afraid nothing would be left of me but ash.

His hands tangled in my hair our kiss deepened.  He was unrelenting but in control, sexual but sensual.  His taste on my tongue was mindless and drugging, leaving me breathless and longing for more.

Nick eased me back onto the bed, hovering lithely above me.  As his fingers began a provocative path down my neck and over the curve of my breast, my hands slipped under his shirt and dragged down the flexing planes of his back, cupping his tight ass and dragging his hips to mine.  Every inch of our bodies molded tightly together and the air around us seemed to shimmer, growing taut with anticipation.  It seemed we were both longing to explore what we’d denied ourselves of for so long.

My bedroom was suddenly filled with the erotic sounds of deep wet, open-mouthed kisses and wanton moans.  Our tongues teased and tangled together until I was in desperate need of air.  Nick slowly kissed back up my jaw to my ear as he grasped the nape of my neck.

"I'm not going to lie.  I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you," Nick rasped against my ear.  His tongue licked over the shell, causing a shiver to run down my spine.  "I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

His voice and sensual words caused my head to arch back into the bed.  "I wanted it too.  More than anything," I whispered softly.  My fingers combed through his damp hair, his delicious spicy scent overpowering me.

Swallowing back a strangled groan, he pulled away and shrugged out of his shirt.  My trembling fingers stroked over his sculpted chest and down the flexing muscle of his arm, absently tracing over the large tattoo on his upper bicep.  I finally let them drift over each raised ridge of his stomach, my hands continuing their unhurried exploration.  He was flawlessly beautiful.  His pale body was long, hard and powerful.  He was more perfect than I ever could have imagined.

Find Alexandra online,
Facebook Book Page: http://www.facebook.com/TheVampireDestinySeriesByAlexandraAnthony 
Twitter:  @AlexAnthony80 
Web Site: www.alexandraanthony.wordpress.com 

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