Thursday, December 31, 2015

4th Annual End-of-Year Awards Voting Open

4th Annual Inner Goddess Angels & Demons Awards
The Best of the Year as chosen by Inner Goddess membership

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*The official name of Inner Goddess's awards is Angels & Demons Awards.  It is found in the subforum called "Hall of Fame" 

Voting will run from Dec. 31-Jan. 2
This is a day behind the previously posted info due to technical difficulties
(Microsoft decided to update & crash my laptop)
But still gives you three days to get your votes in!

Congratulations to all the authors nominated. 
As usual, I added to my TBR

Here are the categories!

 Best Cowboy/Western Romance 2015  

 Best Historical 2015 

Best Military/First Responder Romance 2015  

 Best Romance Novella/Short 2015  

 Best LGBTQ title

Best Mystery/Suspense Romance 2015  

 Best Paranormal/SciFi title 2015  

 Best Romance title 2015 

Best BDSM title 2015 

Best Menage Title 2015

Most Romantic Scene 2015  

 HOTTEST Romance Scene 2015  

  Best Hero / Alpha character 2015 

Best Heroine character of 2015 

Best Wingman (or Woman) 2015 

Best Dom / Domme character 2015

 Best sub 2015  

 Best Bad Girl 2015

Best Bad Boy character 2015  

 Best Hook 2015  

  Best Book Cover 2015


Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Cursed Vengeance: a paranormal romance

Cursed Vengeance
Pine Barren Wolves #1
by Brandy L Rivers & Rebecca Brooke
a Paranormal Romance

Sierra prefers to avoid the Pine Barrens—the folklore and myths always left her uneasy. Which only grows worse when she runs into a man, and her first instinct is to help. The stranger tests her patience before disappearing and she can’t shake the instant, shocking attraction. 

One chance meeting deep in the woods and Dylan is lost. The woman with red hair and blue eyes tempts his most primal nature to claim something he’s never wanted. As a male of his pack, destined to die on his thirty-fifth birthday, he does not want to claim anyone. Not unless they can find an answer to a fifty-year-old curse.

Sierra learns things aren’t always as they seem. Her brother and his best friend Dylan are werewolves with limited time and they believe she may be the key to breaking the curse. Dylan will do everything he can to convince her werewolves aren’t simply a nightmare lurking in the pines. They need her help to break the curse and save their pack.

But first, she has to accept a birthright she doesn’t believe in...



Silence filled the air between us. The hell I was about to cause Sierra ran through my mind. From the moment I saw her the night before, I knew something was different. While she was beautiful, with her deep blue eyes and lips that begged to be kissed, her looks weren’t the only thing calling me to her.

It went so much deeper than the fact her looks were enough to keep any man up at night. 

But that wasn’t what kept her in my thoughts. It was the way she didn’t take shit from me. Since the moment we met, whenever I gave her a hard time, she shoved it right back in my face. If her powers were coming to the surface, like Sean believed they were, she should be able to sense my wolf and the truth in what we’d been telling her. So why couldn’t she? What kept her seeing this all as one big joke on her?

A hand landed on my shoulder, breaking me out of my head. 

“For what it’s worth, if it weren’t for all of the other bullshit, I couldn’t ask for someone better for my sister.”

Those few words held a bit of comfort in a shitacular situation. There I was, sitting on the porch of my best friend, with my mate not twenty feet from me, yet it was all for nothing. Sierra might be destined for me, but that didn’t mean I’d use the connection and bring her even more heartache than necessary. 

“Thanks, man, I wish things were different.” I rested my elbows on my knees and dropped my head into my hands. 

“Maybe if we keep looking we’ll find something.”

For the last few years, we’d been trying to find the answer. At that point, I didn’t have confidence we’d ever find it. Sean lost more and more of his faith in his abilities every day. The end loomed closer and closer with each day that passed and there we were, stuck, watching it fly by. 

“What do we do now?”

He turned back toward the front door. 

“Right now, we go back in and make sure Sierra’s not too deep into the bottle of chocolate wine I bought her.”

“Chocolate wine?”

“Yeah, the shit is her favorite.” 

Standing up, I followed Sean to the door, only to have him stop in front of me, his eyes on the door. 

“I’ll leave it up to you, if and when you want to tell Sierra. As much as I want to save her from the heartache, I know there’s no way to keep it from her at this point,” Sean offered.

“I’m not sure if I should tell her. If I do, it won’t be
tonight.” I paused and waited for him to say something else. When he said nothing, I asked the next most pressing question. “What do we tell her about the rest of this?”

He looked back at me. “The truth. It’s about time she understood everything. I may not be around forever to guide her. If her powers are pushing out, I may need to unblock them, before they come out at the wrong time.”

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and walked back into the living room. Sierra sat curled up at one end of the couch, a wine glass in one hand, the bottle in the other, and a quarter empty bottle of Vanilla Rum sitting on the table. The wine glass was half-full with chocolate wine. There was a less than half of the wine left in the bottle.

“Hey, creeper,” her voice sing-songed. “I see you decided to stay.”
“Shit,” Sean sighed. “Too late.”

Looking down at my watch, I saw we’d been on the porch for about thirty minutes. She must have started drinking the minute we walked out the door. It shouldn’t have, but it annoyed the hell out of me that she’d drink instead of facing the reality of what we were telling her. “What the fuck?”

Sean grabbed my bicep. I hadn’t even realized I’d stormed closer to her. 

“Give her a break. She was giving the magic idea a chance, then we threw in furry monsters and curses. If you knew nothing about any of this, how much would you believe if all that was thrown at you at once?”

“Sean,” she snapped. “Stop talking about me as if I’m not in the room.”

“Then put down the bottle of wine and we can all talk like adults.”

“Fine.” She plunked the bottle down on the table hard enough I thought it might break and grabbed the rum. Twisting off the cap, she lifted the bottle to her lips, drinking down a few swallows. Well, I guess we figured out how the hell she ended up in this state.

“Sierra,” Sean groaned. “Knock that shit off.”

“Oh no. I don’t think so. Any conversation with you and your voodoo is going to include this bottle.” She held up the rum and placed it back on the table. “Or this one,” she said, picking up the wine and shaking it before pouring herself another glass.

“Whatever,” Sean grumbled. “Maybe this will make it easier to introduce her to everything. She’ll be more accepting of it.” 

Sean took a seat in the chair across from Sierra, leaving me next to her on the couch. Why in all holy hell he put me next to his sister after our conversation on the porch, was completely beyond me. 

“Sierra, did you eat anything?” Sean asked.

“Nope,” she answered, popping the ‘p.’

Oh damn, the conversation didn’t have a chance in hell of going well.

“You’re going to regret it in the morning, but that’s your problem. No whining at me when you feel like shit,” Sean said, no pity in his tone. 

Rolling her eyes, she took a long sip from her glass, watching her brother over the rim.

“Sierra, we need to talk about you being a witch. Hell, I’m pretty sure you still have your powers, something I didn’t expect.”

She laughed. Not an uncomfortable one of disbelief, more of a belly laugh that said she thought this was one big joke. “Does that mean I’ll be able to cast spells with a little wiggle of my nose?”

While her joke might have been funny under other circumstances, we didn’t have time for her games. 

Sean rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his eyes and the bridge of his nose. “Don’t be ridiculous. You recognized the books on my shelf. Somewhere deep down you can feel your power if you try.”

Sierra sat silently for a moment. “Okay, say I’m willing to go along with the magic side of things, why are you trying to drag me into it?”

“Because you need to know and we need your help.”

Her eyes rounded, her pupils dilated. “How could believing your story about being a witch help you?”

Lifting the glass, more of the wine went down and I had to clench my fists in my lap to keep from grabbing the bottle and slamming it against the wall. I groaned. “We told you before, there is a curse on our pack.”

“Oh, that’s right.” She giggled. “You both think you’re werewolves. Next you’re going to tell me one of you is the Jersey Devil.”

“Jesus, Sierra. Don’t be fucking ridiculous,” Sean said, exasperated. 

Her attitude sober was hot and sexy. Drunk it was not cute at all and made me want to shake some sense into her. “What the hell? Is she serious?” I snapped.

Sierra giggled. “Why not a Jersey Devil? We’re in the right place for crazy shit.”

“The Jersey Devil isn’t from anywhere around here,” Sean argued.

Her eyes darted back and forth between us, until she landed on me. “And let me guess, it’s you?” she asked, pointing right at me.

That was it! Hopping to my feet, I pulled my clothes off. 

One brow arched as her eyes trailed over my body, then her mouth popped open with a gasp. “What on Earth are you doing?”

“Proving we’re werewolves.” Normally I wouldn’t consider changing in front of a human, but this was an extreme case.

My bones and muscles reshaped themselves, as I felt fur flow down my body.

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Monday, December 28, 2015

Donuts, Diamonds, & Assorted Details

Doughnuts, Diamonds, and Assorted Details


Skye McNeil


Gwen Smidt dreams of leaving Iowa for sunny Florida.

But her dream is derailed by Devon Smith, a dashing criminal attorney. While investigating the murder of her friend, Gwen discovers the truth about why Devon was transplanted into her life.

Jeremy Schroeder is a hopeless romantic who never gives up on the possibility of Gwen. He is willing to do anything to convince her they are meant to be.

In a moment of sheer insanity, Gwen and Jeremy find themselves naked between the sheets. Their rendezvous now holds their friendship hostage, and while Jeremy wants more than friendship, Gwen is reluctant to give up on the notion of a perfect man.

Throughout the inevitable longing between Gwen and Jeremy, the reality Gwen believes in is a lie. Now, when reality comes crashing back down, Gwen must choose between choosing a man she loves and the man she wants to love...

**Content Warning: Contains adult situations. Intended for 18+**


She felt his eyes scan her from head to toe more than once before he closed the distance between them and trapped her between the wall and his arms resting on either side of her shoulders. She couldn’t move if she wanted to; not with her heart pounding furiously to make her stay and kiss him until he stopped his shenanigans. “I’ve got all I want right here,” he whispered against her neck.

Gwen’s stomach flipped and her throat immediately dried. Those words sounded like honey on her tortured soul, but she couldn’t accept them. “You’re drunk,” she shot back, equally hushed. She moved to escape his clutch, but he pressed her against the wall with his body.

“Maybe a little, but maybe I’m just drunk enough to demand you stop teasing me,” he replied, moving her hair behind her shoulder and toying with the dress strap. He rolled it between his fingers and lowered his eyes to her dress. “You come to a party you’re not invited to wearing a dress that makes every male head turn.” He slipped her strap down and gently caressed her bare shoulder. Chills spread over her skin the more he touched her. “And then you want to leave right after I see you?” he finished, pushing the opposite dress strap off. “That’s not very fair,” he complained, leaning down and catching the tip of her ear between his teeth.

If it weren’t for the other partygoers, Gwen was certain Jeremy would take her in that very hallway. She saw the longing in his brown depths and knew hers mirrored the exact same. “You know we can’t,” she murmured against his lips.

Jeremy cradled her face in his hands and nuzzled her nose with his before tilting her head up. “Then why does it feel so right when we do?” he argued as he lightly nibbled on her lower lip. His reasoning made sense to her hazed thoughts. The way he coerced her lips with his only intensified her resolve to not let anything or anyone get between them.

Deciding one kiss wouldn’t hurt anything, Gwen met Jeremy’s lips with exuberance.

His reaction took her breath away when he eagerly slipped his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. He tasted like beer laced with vodka and a hint of peppermint, but to her, he still tasted like perfection. The beat of the rock song playing over the amplifier only deepened the pressure in Gwen’s body. Thankful for the crowd-reducing noise, Gwen pulled Jeremy closer yet, until he was skin to skin with her.

“Criminal law is my specialty,” he leaned in close, “so if you are ever in a bad position I’ll get you off.”

She didn’t give a damn if the freaking mailman slipped the mail right between her legs at the mail slot beneath her.

Years of waiting turned him into a man consumed with desire and suddenly, he didn’t care if the janitor walked in on them.

About the Author

 Skye McNeil began writing at the age of seventeen, and has been lost in a love affair ever since. With the encouragement and support of her family, Skye continued to write and completed NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in 2013. In high school, Skye’s poetry was published in Celebrate! Young Poets Speak Out.

Skye enjoys writing romance novels that leave readers wanting more and falling in love over and over again. She writes contemporary and historical novels ranging from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.

Skye loves spending time with her family including her pets, two cats and one dog who were adopted from her local animal shelter. When she is not writing, Skye enjoys photography, volleyball, meeting new people, traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.

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Sunday, December 27, 2015

Changing Lives: is it love at first sight?

Changing Lives
by Tracy Kincaid
a Historical Romance
based upon the Titanic
from Beau Coup LLC

What if love-at-first-sight was not the "first-sight" after all?

Natalie Star is a modern woman, with modern sensibilities. Practical and realistic, she finds herself falling for a man named Thomas Andrews. Thomas is a perfect gentleman, but his love for her seems to be old, solid, staid-- the kind that grows after years of love and life together. He speaks in riddles when she asks why he seems to know her so well--they were together in a time she can't remember yet.

Thomas longs to tell Natalie everything he knows about her, about them. But it's time that is the problem yet. There is a tragedy that they must endure before she can fully accept who they are, and why they are destined to be together. A tragedy that Thomas has been through once, and will go through again to find the piece of his heart that has been missing all these many years.

That tragedy is the Titanic...


As I touch it, I feel nothing but cold everywhere—in my bones, in my blood, in the room. I close my eyes, trying to touch the iceberg as long as I can, as the instructions say. This is what it felt like that night the Titanic sank. With all of those people dying in the cold water. As I stand with my eyes shut, I start to feel very cold and wet. I open my eyes and realize that somehow I’m in a small boat on the ocean at night with a life vest on and hundreds of people floating around me. Some dead, others screaming. Where am I? And where’s Thomas?

I start to yell Thomas’ name. How did I get here?

“Thomas, Thomas, Thomas? Help, anyone help!” I cry.

At that point, Thomas grabs me and pulls me away from the iceberg and back into the exhibit. His heavy breathing matches mine. We are the only two in the room as he grabs me and holds me tight. After a few moments as our breathing slows, I ask, “What just happened?”

“Like I said, you are not like the other people who walk through here. You are special. You were there,” he whispers.

“How is that possible? None of this makes sense.” I’m still shaking, and the room is very cold. “Can we please leave this room? I can’t stop shaking.”

“Yes, of course.” As we walk out into the lobby and through the front doors into the sunlight, I run to the first bench under a tree I can find. I want to be far away from everyone, from everything, from Thomas. I do notice that Thomas has stayed away from me for a while to allow me to breathe and try to figure out what the hell was going on. Thomas is sitting not far away, just watching me. And I’m thankful for the distance.

I start to recap the events of the past two days to myself. How is all of this happening to me? And why now? Who is Thomas Andrews really, and what does he want from me?

After what feels like hours of just sitting on the bench, I look up at Thomas, who’s just staring at me. He stands and walks over to me. “May I?” he asks.

I nod and he sits.

“Look, Natalie, I know this is a lot to take in—” he begins as I interrupt him.

“A lot to take in!” I shout. “You have not explained anything to me. You come to me and tell me we know each other from a long time ago. Yet you have told me nothing. I know nothing about you. I have no idea why I passed out in that room. And I have no idea what the hell happened when I touched that iceberg. Would you please just tell me what is going on, please?”

About the Author

Tracy Kincaid is a native Southern California girl who recently transplanted to South Western Pennsylvania. A wife and mother of three. When she is not writing you can find her reading or crafting. She enjoys the outdoors, whether it be working in the garden or hanging out with family and friends.

"Changing Lives" is her debut novel.

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Saturday, December 26, 2015

Through a Glass, Darkly

Through a Glass, Darkly
Assassins of Youth MC Book One
by Layla Wolfe
an MC Romance
Release Date: December 21, 2015

I didn’t want to be born. Something went wrong along the way, and I’ve been unsure about my purpose on this earth ever since. If I was hit by a car, if I fell off a cliff, would anyone care? Living in Cornucopia with my sister wives under the watchful eye of our husband, Allred Lee Chiles, has turned me into a robot, unable to feel or think for myself. I’ve been looking through a cloudy glass, not trusting myself or others.

But a man came down from the mountains. I’m captivated by Gideon Fortunati, his name expressing all that he is—keeper of my fate, master of reality, teacher of my future. Gideon’s purifying power has enlightened me about my capabilities. I don’t have to let The Prophet take my daughter and marry her off to that old man. I was guilty of dirt and sin, but I can take my life back now. 


I was exiled to this godforsaken wasteland in Utah by our MC Prez. My entire existence has been a struggle, a futile tirade against my maker. I ranted against my fate, and in answer I was sent Mahalia. A naïve victim of that twisted false Mormon sect leader. He’s tried to mangle her like a spineless puppet, like he has all the other women—the other girls. 

Before I met her, I was a child. Now I’ve given up childish ways, and I can see everything in a mirror, face to face. Faith, hope, and love were all handed to me, and the greatest of these is love. I’ve come too far. There’s no surrender now.

It didn't look that far on the map.

"Follow Gideon and Mahalia on their journey Through a Glass and discover the twists and turns that have made this my new favorite book by Layla Wolfe. I look forward to the next in the series and would definitely recommend this book to anyone who enjoys reading well written stories with an adventurous and sexy theme." ~ Nikki, Tasty Wordgasms 
"It kept a steady pace throughout and was well written. I enjoyed the fact that it was done in dual POVs and did have a few laughs." ~ Michelle Booklover, One Click Aholics

Bestselling author Layla Wolfe likes to bring you alpha males--sometimes two at a time--and the kick-ass women who love them. Her BARE BONES MC series explores the dark, disturbing life of the biker club in Arizona. Her spinoff series THE BENT ZEALOTS MC is a gritty MM saga. She is currently at work on Book One of THE ASSASSINS OF YOUTH MC, another spinoff set in Utah. Layla Wolfe is the pen name of multi-published erotic romance author Karen Mercury.

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Dangerous Liaisons

Dangerous Liaisons

by Tarah Scott

Writing as T.C. Archer

an Action Suspense Military Romance

Date of Publication: December 26, 2015


Being an agent revoked her license to love . . .
until she met the man sent to kill her.

Jesse Evans' most recent mission turns deadly when Colombian mercenaries ambush her and her informant. She races across the jungle to warn the Special Ops team she sent to save an American Senator's young daughter, but arrives just as the team is slaughtered by drug runners.

Within the hour, branded as the traitor who leaked the mission intelligence, Jesse Evans is now the most wanted woman in the world. She must prove she didn't sell out the team or her sister dies. Only one man can save them both, but that man isn't who Jesse thinks he is…and she can't afford to fall in love with him.

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About Tarah Scott

Best-selling author Tarah Scott cut her teeth on authors such as Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, and Amanda Quick. Her favorite book is a Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second. She writes modern classical romance, and paranormal and romantic suspense. Tarah grew up in Texas and currently resides in Westchester County, New York with her daughter.

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