Friday, October 20, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from Ghost of a Chance by Lily Carlyle #Romance #Halloween

Today's excerpt is from Ghost of a Chance by Lily Carlyle, part of the Spooktacular Seductions anthology.

We hope you enjoy today's tease!


Her boots crunched on the gravel drive and for a moment, she regretted not changing out of her heels. The hinge on her car door squeaked when she opened it, but the noise was not nearly as loud as the engine roaring to life in the quiet night. She’d really grown accustomed to Sean’s silent, luxurious car over the past few days.

Late on a Sunday evening, traffic was light, and it took less than fifteen minutes to reach her destination. There were no streetlights, just a few lamp posts lining the narrow, twisting road. Naked tree branches reached for the cloudless sky and she shivered despite in the roaring heat in her car. 

Even her brakes squeaked, she noticed as she stopped the car, not even bothering to pull off the deserted road. She wished she’d brought a flashlight, although there was sufficient moonlight to find her destination, a place she’d visited hundreds of times over the past year.

Julie sat facing the cold stone marker. She reached out a gloved hand and traced the engraving. 

Friday, October 13, 2017

#Freebie #Friday #Excerpt Bewitching Gypsy by Linda Carroll-Bradd

Today's excerpt is from Bewitching Gypsy by Linda Carroll-Bradd, part of the Spooktacular Seductions Anthology.

We hope you enjoy today's tease!


After one final dip under the surface, she brushed her long hair away from her cheeks and turned toward the shore. Several long-legged strides carried her over the smooth stones lining the creek bottom to the water’s edge. The trade of her goat’s milk lotions with the band of Tonkawa Indians for the sandals made from woven sisal leaves had proved advantageous. She grabbed the long sheet of toweling lying atop a nearby rock and brushed it over her slender limbs. Cooling air caressed her skin, pebbling its surface and invigorating her bloodstream.

From the velvet drawstring pouch she’d left nearby, she pulled a small handful of slender sage leaves and lightly crushed them in her hands. Using a circular motion, she rubbed the crumpled mass over her naked torso and arms, inhaling the spicy, earthy fragrance that cleansed her body and soothed her soul. With her face canted toward the pearly moon, she lifted both hands skyward and chanted:

“Sweet Goddess, sustain me health and well-bein’.

Holy Goddess, give me luck and grace where’er I go.

Powerful Goddess, let me welcome the spirits who are so close tonight.

Immaculate Goddess, provide me with yer wisdom when ‘tis needed.

Loving Goddess, aid me to be open and accepting to the purpose ye intend.

Crone Goddess, show me the path of me days yet to be lived.”

A thin cry warbled through the night air, and she jerked around toward her camp, scanning the brush and trees for any sign of wild animals. South Texas had its share of wildcats, javelinas, and coyotes, making a lone woman more vulnerable—even with the powers she possessed. She gave a low two-note whistle and waited until Clancy, her wolfhound, eased into sight from where he guarded the backtrail.

Pulling a cotton shift over her head, she darted her gaze into the underbrush and listened for rustlings that signaled an intruder lying in wait. She wrapped her loose-fitting skirt around her waist and secured it with a knot in the cloth tie. With practiced moves, she tied the leather strap that held her dagger to her right thigh, reassured she could easily reach it. Closing her eyes, she extended all her senses outward until the whirr of the cicadas and the brip-brip of the frogs on the bank of the creek assured her no danger lurked close by.

Hefting her hazel wood spirit stick, she stepped along the dusty trail and through the low mesquite bushes, the warm glow of the flickering campfire beckoning her.

Clancy lumbered ahead toward the fire, his long legs eating up the distance. He stopped, right paw suspended in mid-air. Lifting his head, he sniffed the air, and his stance grew rigid.

The cry sounded again, a plaintive warble rising into a panicked shriek.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing contracts Avery Woods and TRUST #NA #Romance

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that we've contracted a new author, and we are privileged to be able to bring you a new adult romance novel, TRUST, by Avery Woods. The novel is slated for release in March 2018.

More information regarding the release, including the Cover Reveal and Release Blitz will be made available shortly. If you are a book blogger or reviewer interested in participating in the marketing events surrounding the release of TRUST, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website and completing the interest form.

~The Roane Publishing Team

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

NEW #SUBMISSIONS CALL! One Sultry Day #Contemporary #Sweet #Romance #Anthology

Roane Publishing is seeking submissions for our upcoming sweet romance anthology, ONE SULTRY DAY!

This will be the third in four planned anthologies to release in 2018 celebrating the seasons.


Contemporary sweet romance with a summer theme. Summer is a time for sun, sand, and ocean, relaxing at a lakeside retreat, camping, or taking an RV across country. Bring us your sweet, summer-time themed romance stories. We are looking for anything from back to school friends to lovers tales, to budding romance. Anything that keeps to the summer theme is acceptable. At least ONE scene of the story needs to take place on a sultry summer day.

Submission Deadline: January 31, 2018

  • Must be a contemporary sweet romance based in some way on the prompt and include a HEA or HFN ending.
  • Stories must be at least 15k in length, but should be no more than 20k
  • Sweet romance ONLY, no erotic romance.
  • No fantasy or holiday themed stories please.
  • No reprints or sim subs.

Please email a brief query letter along with your completed, polished manuscript (double spaced, Times New Roman size 12, no TABS or spaces indenting paragraphs) to and put SUMMER_ANTHO in the SUBJECT LINE of your email.

Completed stories should be attached in TXT, RTF, DOC, or DOCX format ONLY and attached to your query email. All other attachment file types will be deleted unopened.

If you do not receive a reply by February 7th, please follow-up by email at Do not send your submissions to this address. They will be deleted unopened.

Head over to our SUBMISSIONS PAGE for a peek into our author contract.

Monday, October 9, 2017

New Release: Emerald's Ring by Jaylee Austin #SedonaSeries #Fantasy #Romance


Emerald's Ring
Sedona Series #2
by Jaylee Austin
Release Date: October 9, 2017

Keywords: Fantasy, Romance, Time Travel,  Sidhe, Novel, Series

Harmonia Shae, a time traveler, faces a revengeful fallen sidhe queen set on enslaving humankind. A Sihir magician traps Harmonia’s freewill inside a talisman forcing her to submit to three summonses. 

On the brink of death, she finds an unwanted champion in Tristan Avery. Upon awakening, she is in his house. Frightened, she scrambles to escape his overbearing need to protect her. Time is short, she must find the ambassador of the gates and return to her cousin’s house to formulate a plan of action to undo the cataclysmic effects she is compelled to inflict on an unsuspecting city once she completes the queen’s commands.

The wild cowboy sidhe, Tristan Avery finds the dark haired beauty unconscious and poisoned with copper. Determined, to find out why she is here, he follows her every move. When a calamitous earthquake hits Sedona, he is sure she is connected to the mystifying vibrational energy storming through the ley lines of magick. As minder of the Kingdom of Sidhe, he becomes entangled in a battle to safeguard Sedona and defend the women he’s vowed to protect.

Harmonia and Tristan can’t stop the tempestuous hot relationship developing between them as they each hide their own secrets. Will these two overcome the obstacles and find love?


 “What do you want with me?” Harmonia asked, her heartbeat racing, nearly exploding with the effects of the drug.


Another jolt of excruciating pain surged through her brain. Her arms remained immobile, unable to move against the repressing force of the woman’s energy.

A fire djinn, of the Infrit tribe, came through the tunnel to her left. Harmonia recognized the sister of her father’s enemy, Vera.

“You recognize me,” she said, circling around Harmonia with a satisfied grin.

In the recess of the cave, Harmonia sensed a Sumerian Sahir. A sour taste of panic formed in her mouth. Her eyes darted around the room searching for the magician. As a child she had learned to avoid the Sahir, known for their deceit and evil deeds.

Vera materialized a dark magick stone of solomon, giving the flaming talisman to the sidhe woman. The stone crackled with electrical energy before turning an ashy black. “It’s time to initiate the plan,” Vera declared.

Harmonia trembled, realizing they meant to bind her to the talisman. Fingering the pendant around her neck, she concentrated on Oaf and her grandfather. Releasing the water assimilation shield protecting her body, she attempted to slip through the quantum particles of the time ribbon and into safety. For a split second, she thought she might succeed. The wind encircled the vibrating molecules of her body, forcing her to materialize and retreat against the wall. The sidhe’s wind magick left Harmonia gasping for breath. Without her shield, she was vulnerable to the wind’s power.

The sidhe stroked Harmonia’s dark hair. “Silky and beautiful. So perfect,” she said, pulling a few strands from her scalp.

Harmonia heaved a heavy breath and cleared her mind of the shock. She pushed against the wind, determined to gain an upper hand before it was too late. The elements of wind thwarted and overpowered her water magick. Her body weakened. Unable to fight against the poison racing through her veins, she collapsed breathlessly.

“If I’m to be your servant, who is my master?” Harmonia asked, speaking through her teeth with forced restraint.

The female’s silver lips curved into a wicked grin. “Soon, you and all in the kingdom will remember the days of the unseelie reign.”

“Your clan.” With a resurgence of strength, Harmonia pulled the water particles from the wind and deflated its strength, giving her enough time to open the time ribbon.

“Stop her,” Vera hissed to the sahir. He shot an arrow into the ripple of energy causing her body to crumble to the ground, preventing her escape.

The sahir pulled his arrow from her shoulder. “Try it again and the next arrow will puncture your heart.”

Determined to keep her dignity, she stood. “How can I be of service to one so experienced in the world of sidhe magick as you? Your skills far superior to my own.”

“Aw, you desire a game of wits. The binding requires you have the opportunity.”



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Thursday, October 5, 2017

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing Contracts Deborah Garland and MUST HAVE FAITH #Contemporary #Romance

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that we have contracted MUST HAVE FAITH by Deborah Garland. This is the second novel in her Darling Cove Series and is slated for release in June 2018.

More information regarding the release, including the Cover Reveal and Release Blitz will be made available shortly.

If you are a book blogger or reviewer interested in participating in the marketing events surrounding the release of MUST LOVE FASION, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website ( and completing the interest form.

~The Roane Publishing Team

Friday, September 29, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from POISONOUS WHISPERS by Jana Begovic #Paranormal #Romance

Today's excerpt is from Poisonous Whispers by Jana Begovic.
We hope you enjoy today's tease!


A tiny streak of pale light is cascading softly down the cell window and making a shy sliver in the veil of darkness. I open my eyes, disoriented. I do not move; I do not even dare blink until I get my bearings. Then I remember and freeze in horror. I sit up, an aching all over my body and cold dread in my heart. Instinctively, I try to disentangle my matted hair with my fingers, but it is hopeless. All around me, I smell mold, decay and death. How can I survive another day in this hole? The sound of the door opening with a screech makes me jump in terror.
The gaoler walks in; a heavy set of keys dangling and jingling in his hand.
“Come. You are being moved in preparation for tonight’s execution. A verdict was reached.”
I speak not but follow him. We climb a steep staircase. Below us, I hear moans and yells and what sounds like the death throes of those hopelessly lost to the world and forgotten by justice, compassion and mercy. Again, I am feeling dissociated from the event of my calamity; I see my body walking, but my soul is not in it and indifference over what might happen floods me. Death is not the end. Death offers me salvation from pain, from the torment of living a human life.
We leave the jailhouse and enter the house across the street to the village inn. The inn owner, James Bourke, looks at me with hatred and disdain. He also always hated my husband because his wife had hoped my husband would marry her. She was in love with him, and when he married me she tried to kill herself. James married her later, but has always known that she never stopped loving my husband.

The gaoler takes me upstairs to one of the guest rooms and locks the door behind me. The room is wide and clean even though sparsely furnished. The bed is large and looks inviting and I realize how exhausted I am. On the bed is a white, thin chemise and I immediately understand this is what I will wear tonight when I am pushed off the bridge into the water that is cool even on the hottest of summer days. Will I have the strength or the will to swim and save myself? What surprises and almost delights me under such grave circumstances is a bathtub in the corner of the room. There is steam rising from it and I immediately undress and slip into it, relieved to be able to wash off the dirt, the grime, and above all the horrible stench on my body. I rub myself raw trying to clean my skin. Washing my hair is more difficult because at home I have servants who help me with bathing, dressing and undressing. I have been spoilt by marrying a man of wealth and power. Where is my husband now? I crave his protection. If he saved me now, would I give up Kieran, would I give up love in order to live? I surmise I would.