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September 5, 2015
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May 14, 2015
Sneak Peek of Dead & Disorderly
The hot new paranormal romance from the bestselling author of The Ex File, Alexis D. Craig, on sale Saturday, May 23rd! Now, without further ado…
Prologue
Nahia stood at the cash register in her shop, Wellington’s Magickal Apothecary, surveying her domain with pleasure. Business was good in the downtown Indianapolis store, selling herbs for teas and tinctures, as well as crystals and other items for varying practices of religion and divination, and she enjoyed interacting with her clientele. Everyone from the boho chic to the well-heeled blueblood came to her store to peruse her wares.
She snorted at her word choice; it wasn’t that kind of establishment. Yeah, it had the requisite dark jewel-toned walls, wind chimes, walls of various books, and tarot decks, not to mention the couple of rooms upstairs she rented out to a local clairvoyant, tarot, and palm reader, but she wasn’t all done up in faux-fortune teller broomstick skirts and jangly belly dancer belts. Today she had her turquoise streaked black mane tamed back into a long braid to her waist, her favorite Hello Kitty KISS shirt, and a pair of jeans that had been new two presidents ago. It wasn’t the mystical look, but it didn’t hurt the business at all.
She was ringing up a beginner tarot deck and a bag of tiger-eye runes when her cell phone sang from her pocket, Saint-Saëns’ Danse Macabre. Even though it was her personal phone, she answered, “Wellington’s Magickal Apothecary, putting potion in motion, Nahia Wellington speaking.”
“Nye, it’s Nigel. I need a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” Nigel was Nigel Gooch, a childhood friend who now worked for the police department. They’d known each other so long that their parents referred to them as Nye, Squared. Nahia looked at her watch, a robust faced two pound wrist weight she was loath to part with and found it odd for him to be calling her so late in the day. He was normally a day shift car.
“The work-related kind.” He paused to snicker a bit, “I mean, your work, not mine.”
“Oh, this can’t be good.” Though she wasn’t exactly psychic in the traditional sense she was highly sensitive, somewhat clairvoyant and more often than not, clairaudient. For the life of her, she could think of no good scenarios for the police department needing her services. “The walls of roll call bleeding or something?” A simple haunting and a house blessing she could do. Locating missing people, not so much. Ghost hunting was a personal joy for her, with numerous pictures and audio evidence to her credit.
“No!” Nigel sounded unduly excited to be disagreeing with her. “Not like that, exactly. We had this guy go check a house. He got thrown out of the house.”
“That sounds like a situation for SWAT, not one for a friendly, neighborhood magickal implements supplier.” Wedging her phone between her chin and shoulder, she quietly tended to a customer, taking money in exchange for a rose quartz pendulum on a silver chain and a bundle of white sage.
“Not when the house is abandoned and whatever threw him out wasn’t visible to the human eye.”
Nahia smiled at the customer before turning to grab a piece of paper and a pen. “Now you have my attention. What was that address again?”
May 11, 2015
Sense8
This looks amazing!
Originally posted on TALES OF URBAN HORROR:
A group of people around the world are suddenly linked mentally, and must find a way to survive being hunted by those who see them as a threat to the world’s order.
There are a lot of reasons to be wary about anything coming from the Wachowskis, but I’d be surprised if anyone who loves The Matrix isn’t still holding out hope for what they can do. That makes this first trailer for Sense8 some good news. It’s wild. It’s sprawling. It’s mixing myth, science fiction, and martial arts. And it looks cool. It’s out on Netflix beginning June 5th.
March 19, 2015
Fuckwittery
Mark my words, the first time a Christian gets turned away from a business by a non Christian, it will go away.
http://www.wthr.com/story/28566922/religious-freedom-bill-moves-one-step-closer-to-governors-desk
March 12, 2015
17 Struggles Of Being The Blunt Person In Your Friend Group
Good Lord! This is exactly me
Originally posted on Thought Catalog:
1. People ask for your advice on everything, even if it’s something you know nothing about. They say it’s because they know you’ll be honest with them. And then, when you are honest with them, they usually get annoyed.
2. Nothing bores you more than obligatory small talk. You die a little on the inside when you have to talk about your job or where you’re from while you’re at a cocktail party. Because you’d much rather be talking about something real and interesting.
3. Sometimes your friends tease you about coming off as a little too straightforward, but really, it’s just that you don’t like being fake.
4. When a new person comes to hang out with you guys, your friends usually introduce you by saying something like “Don’t be scared. She/he doesn’t bite. Hahaha!”
5. And you’re just like… “No.”
6. You get really uneasy around highly sensitive…
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February 20, 2015
Divided Heart by La Quette (Review and Excerpt)
La Quette is one of my favorite authors in addition to being very cool people. I love her gritty romances and this follow up to Heart of the Matter is wonderful. Pick it up if you get a chance, it’s well worth it.
Here’s a spicy hot excerpt (under the cut) from the new book! Kiddies, avert your eyes.
Heart took a shaky breath when Kenneth was announced the winner. She didn’t know if she should shake him or thank him, he’d both saved her and thrown a monkey wrench in her investigation as well.
She stepped toward the end of the stage and waited as he offered a helping hand to her. She took careful steps down the stairs and felt the burn of the skin of his hand connecting with her palm.
When they reached the center of the dance floor she heard the first straining beats of Trey Songz “Na Na.” By the time Trey asked if they were fucking tonight, she and Kenneth were grinding against each other with determined movements.
God, the slide of his body was making her clit throb with a nasty ache. She needed this fucking assignment to be over so she could slide down the beautiful cock that was currently pressed up against her resting perfectly in the fissure of her rounded ass.
He placed one strong hand flat against her abdomen while the fingertips of the other skated down the length of her arm until she felt blunt fingertips caress hers, locking their fingers together in a beautiful latticework of brown and cream digits.
He pressed his mouth to her ear and the warmth of his breath seeped through her skin and into her blood, igniting a chaotic boil inside her. He nipped at her ear and whispered one word that made her forget about all of the people watching them, the operation, and anything else that didn’t directly relate to the fire he was stoking between them.
“Mine,” was all he said and her mind blanked out, and all she knew was him: her man, her husband, her anchor.
This moment wasn’t about the case, it was about the way the two of them connected, had always connected, on a primal and visceral level. She fell into step with him and let him lead her around that dance floor. His moves were powerful and made her ache to be beneath him in their bed, or up against a wall. Either would do at this moment, she just needed this man.
He turned her to face him; she plastered herself against him, his thigh between hers, her riding it trying to get more friction. Just a little more pressure and she could probably fall over the edge into bliss. Just a little more…
She felt herself fall back. Kenneth anchored her by keeping a secure grip on her neck. She leaned into it and let her body shake, dip, and roll against the solid strength of his body. God she was there, just a few more movements of her hips and she could find completion. She was a horny, craven bitch tonight, and she didn’t have one stitch of shame about it.
She felt him pull her back to him, burying his face in her neck, and kissing his way back up to her ear.
“I could fuck you right here. And I bet you would let me,” he surmised. “I can tell how close you are right now.” He held her tighter, changing the angle against her clit, removing some of the pressure. “No, not here,” he said and her body trembled with want. “I will not let the people in this fucking room witness the beautiful sight of you coming for me. That shit is mine and mine alone. You’re going to finish this fucking thing you’ve got going on tonight, then you’re going to bring your ass home and let me bury myself so deep in this fucking pussy you’ll be walking gingerly for the next week.”
He bit down on the sensitive flesh that covered her shoulder forcing another involuntary shudder to charge through her body.
“Do you understand me?”
The music stopped then. With glaring silence filling the room, she was able to find the will to shake her head free of some of the fog Kenneth had poured over her mind. He held tight to the back of her neck forcing her to stand in the full onslaught of his powerful gaze. She realized then that his question hadn’t been rhetorical, he expected an actual answer.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and whispered one word in his ear.
“Yes.”
He ran his hand across the expanse of one of her ass cheeks and gripped it firmly, making certain his stamp of ownership would remain there long after this dance was finished. He nodded his acceptance of her answer. He looked over her shoulder and nodded, and then he stepped out of her embrace.
He plastered that cocky ass grin he’d been wearing when she’d first met him. The one that said, “I’m certain I’ll be fucking you soon,” then turned and walked out with Alan in tow. If she didn’t love him so damn much, she was sure she could hate that man.
She stiffened as the haze he’d created cleared her mind and she came to a startling realization. Dammit, the fucking mic was on to my earwig the whole fucking time. Shit, I’m fucked in so many ways.
How great was that, right? I won’t gush, but the rest of the book is just as excellent. Get your copy today! http://smarturl.it/DividedHeart
Author Bio
A native of Brooklyn, New York, LaQuette spends her time catering to her three distinct personalities: Wife, Mother, and Educator. Writing–her escape from everyday madness–has always been a friend and comforter. She loves writing and devouring romance novels. Although she possesses a graduate degree in English Lit, she’d forego Shakespeare any day to read something hot, lusty, and romantic.
She loves hearing from readers and discussing the crazy characters that are running around in her head causing so much trouble. Contact her on Facebook, Twitter, her website, Amazon, and her Facebook group, LaQuette’s Lounge.
February 6, 2015
February 1, 2015
My Super Sunday
Dad, beagles, Mom, Gramma’s dog, & Molly the border collie! 1 week until The Ex File releases!
January 20, 2015
Grand Prize for my Release Day Party!
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