╰☆╮AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Penumbra: Equinox (The Witchwolf Chronicles Book 1) by J. Rose Alexander╰☆╮

Penumbra Equinox

What would you do to keep your friends
from falling into evil?

It wasn’t a question the group of friends wanted to think about. With Vincent trying to hide his werewolf, Alia and Coray discovering their frightening powers, and Coleen getting slammed with the news she’s adopted, they have enough to worry about.

(Never mind that they also have to to deal with Vincent’s and Alia’s crazy exes, Coray’s mother, Coleen’s father and the otherworldly creatures someone is sending after them to kill them– There was really enough to keep anyone busy right through homecoming.)

But the day Vladimir Vaduva shows up at their school and people start turning up both dead and drained of blood, it becomes a question they have to have ask.

As Rosa and Billy get pulled into the vortex, they realize they need an answer…

And, they have the feeling they aren’t going to like it.




Alia woke up to the sound of a perversely happy bird chirping in a nearby tree. She was soaked to the bone and uncomfortable, though no longer cold. She was not in the mood to listen to cheerful little birds, whose only purpose in life was to tweet infernally pleasant tunes to those people of the world who could wake up at the crack of dawn.
She pulled at the blanket and fluffed the pillow, though her choice of bed was apparently a cold hard surface that was in no way comfortable. She adjusted the blanket again and rolled onto her back to try and find a better sleeping position.
“Do you often sleep in cemeteries? ‘Cause if you do, you’re weirder than I am.”
Alia’s eyes shot open and she leapt up from her cold slab. Spinning around, she found the source of the voice: Coray was leaning against a headstone, arms folded, a twisted smirk on his face. She stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds, then realized what he had just said was dead accurate. She had fallen asleep on the steps of a mausoleum. She relaxed a little and grabbed the blanket. “Where am I? How’d you find me?”
“You’re at Green Knoll Cemetery,” Coray answered. “Apparently, napping with the dead. I was at Vincent’s last night when you busted in.” Coray leaned up from the headstone. “We tried to run after you, but the sky opened up on us as soon as we walked out the door. I ran to your house, and your mother was standing in the doorway, looking horrified. The front door was shattered, and the car is going to need some attention as well.
“Your dad showed up on the porch looking a touch panic-stricken. He told me you ran and wanted to know if I knew where you’d go.”
She sighed. “This is all so screwed up. I guess the rest of them will be here in a few minutes?” Alia wrapped the blanket around herself.
Coray shook his head. “They don’t know I went to look for you. They think I left and went home. No one knows you’re here.”
Alia slumped in relief. “Thanks, Coray.” She sat down on the tomb she had just leapt off of.
“You’re welcome.” He took a seat next to her.
Alia looked at him. “Why did you tell me to let my parents know about the hogrodan’s wound?”
“I knew your parents would know how to take care of it.” Coray shrugged.
Alia shook her head. “Dad was really upset this thing was after us. And you said something about stopping it for good.”
“Yeah, I did,” he said. “Well, since I was the one who forced the hand, I guess I should explain what’s going on…” Coray looked over at her. “And I would guess a damn right better than the half explanation you got last night?”
“The half explanation?” Alia laughed sardonically. “You are joking. All I got last night was really confused. A brother I never knew claiming he was somewhere around nine hundred years old just appeared in the middle of my living room. My parents are lying to me.”
Coray shook his head. “They aren’t lying to you, Alia. What did they tell you last night?” Coray said.
“That I’m a witch and have four siblings. There was something about wolf’s bane? Hen’s bane? Royalty? By the time they got to that I wasn’t listening. These mysterious siblings are about as fond of my mother as I am. Especially Jacob.”
Coray nodded. “Okay. Well, they lied to you about a part of your life, not the whole thing. I would blame them, but I wouldn’t completely blame them for that. It’s some sort of stupid tradition that has gotten them in trouble before. You’re a witch, Alia. A full-blooded, natural witch. Just like I am.”
Alia sighed. “For some reason, I didn’t think they were lying about that part.”
“Pissed me off too,” Coray commiserated. “Here.” He produced a cup of steaming tea, complete with tea bag still steeping. “Earl Grey?”
Alia looked at the cup as though it were poison, and after realizing how cold and thirsty she was, took it from him. “You?”
“Yeah, me.” Coray nodded. “When Vin and I were in the accident this summer, I was scared beyond reason. My powers popped out in a moment of desperate need, to save my own ass in that car. That’s what happened to you last night.


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Author a few poems here and there and several intermittently updated blogs, she lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and three cats. Chatter box, compulsive writer, bon vivant, stunt commuter, and a ninja in her dreams, J. Rose enjoys losing herself in the capes and masks of her superheroes and is always on the look out for a new adventure, on the page or in real life.

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COVER REVEAL: Foil by Isobelle Cate


My life was as perfect as I planned it to be. I was happy, successful, and had the most delicious addiction. Sex. I needed to have it as much as I could with a fuck buddy, but when he starts to spoon, I’d show him the door. I didn’t know how to behave when fucking led to cuddling. It was alarming, uncomfortable, and gave me panic attacks. It just wasn’t me.

Niall Mason was like me. He loved sex. He loved hearing me scream every time he rammed into me. No strings. The nice thing about him? He wasn’t into spooning so that was good.

Until he started to ask me for something I couldn’t give.

My heart.



About Isobelle


Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

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╰☆╮AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Rogue (The Sons of Dusty Walker) by Sable Hunter╰☆╮


A loner by choice and a renegade by nature.
Rogue is living up to his name. He’s lived life on his own terms, doing everything from team-roping in college, Texas Hold ‘em champion to founding his own company, Lone Wolf Oil.
Everything he’s accomplished has been in spite of Dusty Walker, a man who sired four sons by four women – none of them his wife. Rogue might be following in his father’s footsteps, but he is nothing like his father.
And he never will be if he can help it.
When he flies to Kansas for the reading of Dusty’s will, three brothers and a quarter interest in a half-billion dollar business aren’t all he finds…Rogue feels like he’s been hit by a tornado after he walks into a room and finds a woman in his bed. Not just any woman, either…
The last time he saw Kit Ross, she was racing off in her truck leaving him naked and hard by the side of the road. Of course, he deserved it; he’d hurt her. To say she wasn’t happy to see him was an understatement. And when he wins her ranch with a good poker hand, the game is on.
It’s not just poker that’s being played. They can’t keep their hands off one another. Rogue doesn’t know if he has room in his life for family and love. He doesn’t know if he can be trusted with people’s hearts and happiness. What if he’s more like Dusty Walker than he ever knew?
The Sons of Dusty Walker. Four brothers – one tainted legacy and a wild, wild ride.




They laughed and rode on. Rogue asked intelligent questions. He wanted to know what services and guides they provided and what White-Wing charged. “Do you process the deer for the guests?”
“Yes and there’s a cook provided for their overnight camping trips, if they choose to rough it rather than returning to the cabins.” To Kit’s surprise, he kept making notes on his phone. And when they rode across the fields to get nearer to where the pheasant nested, he took photos.
“We need to get a professional photographer out here. I think we need to make up some brochures and buy some advertising in Garden and Gun, maybe Southern Living or Texas Monthly.” He named some well-known periodicals. When Kit looked skeptical, he eased her mind. “This is something else I’ll take care of. Investments like these are what’s going to make the difference between a full house and vacancies.”
Kit knew he was right. “I guess I don’t have the best head for business.”
“Nonsense.” Rogue shook his head as he looked around. “Your vision was spot on. All we need to do is let people know about it. Next we’ll work on the website and some social media.” When he saw her amazed look, he winked. “I don’t know how to do this stuff. But when I got Lone Wolf off the ground, there was this young guy back in Austin who established an online platform for me. I’m sure the same type rules will apply.”
For the first time in a long time, the knot in Kit’s insides seemed to loosen. “I’m not sure how I can ever thank you. All of this is so unexpected. You didn’t have to do any of it, you didn’t owe me anything.”
Reaching over, he took her horse’s reins and tugged the mare closer. When he had her near, he leaned over and kissed her. “I never do anything I don’t want to. And I want to do this.” He captured her lips again and kissed her until the horse danced away, forcing their mouths apart.
Kit didn’t say anything as they turned to ride toward the lake. Rogue took the lead on the trail and she hung back, the fingers of one hand covering her lips where he’d kissed her.
For the next hour, she showed him the docks and fish cleaning stations, the trail that led around the lake for horseback riding and the area far away from the livestock that had been designed for skeet and target shooting. Finally, they ended up at a shady area near the lake. Dismounting, she raised her arms over her head and stretched. The hem of her shirt rose where he could see a strip of tanned, smooth skin. As she flexed, her breasts were thrust out and Rogue felt his cock respond. This erection wasn’t due to any oil beneath the ground, it was due to the sexy woman at his side
“Well, what do you think?” she finally asked.
“About what?” He teased, knowing full well what she meant.
Giving him a smirk, she expounded. “What do you think about the ranch, partner? Are you still willing to make the investment?”
“I am. I’ll get Zane on the papers as soon as we get back to the lodge.”
“Are you ready for a picnic?” She took the basket from behind her saddle.
“I’m hungry all right.” As she spread out a blanket and sat down the wicker container, Rogue untied a length of rope from his saddle.
“Are you coming?” Kit asked as she bent over.
“Soon,” Rogue whispered as he twirled the rope over his head and let it go, smiling as it gently settled over her shoulders. Before she knew it, he tightened the rope. “Gotcha.”
“Rogue!” Kit squealed as he took her by surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Flirting with you, is it working?” he asked as he threw one leg over the horse, stepping down, never letting go of the rope.
“Maybe.” She gave him a sly little smile. “You’ve caught me, now what are you going to do with me?”
Going to her, Rogue walked up behind her, wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back flush to his front. Pressing his cheek to hers, he answered, “That depends on how much privacy we have out here.”
Kit smiled, all of her female parts perking up at the possibilities. “Almost total. No one has any reason to come anywhere close today.”
Sliding his hand to her neck, he tilted her head back, brushing his thumb over her lower lips. “Good, because you’re impossible to resist.”
Kit’s stomach bottomed out. She looked up at him, drowning in his eyes. Her heart was pounding. “Rogue…” she whispered, shocked at herself at what she wanted him to do. She wasn’t certain if he truly cared for her or if he was still, in his own way, trying to make up for past mistakes. Did it really matter?
“Kiss me, Kit,” he whispered. Collaring her throat, Rogue angled her head and began to devour her mouth. Taking command of the kiss, he ravished her with lips and tongue. His chest eclipsed her back, she felt small and helpless, at his mercy. Tremors of excitement shook her to the core as he crushed her mouth with his and left her with no question as to who was in charge of her pleasure.
Knowing he didn’t need the rope to keep her in his arms, he gently removed it, turning her in his embrace. She tasted like sunshine, spring and desire. He rubbed his face on her skin, knowing he’d leave a mark – and liking it. “Lie with me,” he instructed, guiding Kit to her back on the blanket. Taking her wrists, Rogue pulled them over her head, holding them securely in the grip of one hand.
“I love kissing you,” she murmured just before he delved deep, taking complete possession of her mouth, laving and seducing her with his tongue. His other hand wasn’t idle, he palmed her breast, flicked her nipple, then moved to grasp her hip, holding her still.
Beneath him Kit writhed, bucking upward, wishing she could get closer. Her head spun and her heart took flight. The only thing tethering her to the earth was Rogue, so she clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, rubbing against his thick cock. He seemed to enjoy it, Rogue rode against her, humping the vee between her legs, causing her sex to vibrate with electric arousal.
“Open up,” he moaned and she spread her legs wider, giving him more access. The noises of his appreciation made her shiver. Rogue knew how to please a woman, and Kit was grateful the woman was her. With a whimper she surrendered, tangling her tongue with his, arching against him and rubbing her breasts back and forth against the hard muscles of his chest, scrubbing and gyrating on the hard cock nudging between her legs.
“I need your hands on me,” Kit begged.
Rogue raised his head, taking in air in harsh gasps. “I have to be careful of you, I have to protect you,” he whispered, his eyes searching her face before he slanted his mouth over hers for another consuming kiss.



New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best Selling Author

Sable Hunter writes romance, some of it quite spicy. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job. She grew up in south Louisiana along the mysterious bayous where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters. The culture of Louisiana has shaped her outlook on life and made its way into her novels where the supernatural is entirely normal. Presently, Sable lives in Texas and spends most of her time in wild and wonderful Austin. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave.She owns Beau Coup Publishing company where she publishes her own work as well as many other fantastic authors. Join her in her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.

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╰☆╮AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Be Mine by Isobelle Cate╰☆╮

Be Mine

Gracie Sinclair just wants life to return to normal.

Now a widow and picking up the pieces after the death of her husband, she delves into her work, seeking a new normal, until she bumps into a handsome stranger who derails her orderly life, completely.

Luke can’t wait for the week to be over. Having built an engineering company into a multi-million pound enterprise in record time, he feels…empty. Nothing satisfies him anymore, not even having weekenders in his bed. But when he bumps into a woman—literally—on his way out of a bar, realizing she is his last meeting before he goes on holiday, his plan of staying away from relationships takes a nose dive. He wants Gracie Sinclair.

Gracie learned a long time ago how insincere love can be, so when Luke decides to become part of her life, she tosses up every obstacle to dissuade him until he breaks down her walls and makes her realize that her life can only be complete with Luke by her side.

However, something sinister from Luke’s past threatens the happiness they have struggled to find. If he concedes, he will become criminally liable and lose everything.

If he refuses, he loses Gracie’s heart…





Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

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╰☆╮AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Shadow in Glass by J. Rose Alexander╰☆╮

Shadow in Glass

Every little girl dreams of waking up a Princess…

…the reality, Carrie finds out, isn’t exactly a fairy tale.

Carrie Whitmore, aspiring journalist, wakes up after a building collapse to find herself in a world where she is a spoiled, bratty princess engaged to a self-indulgent egomaniac. She has no college education and no friends at all. Carrie finds out that “she” wants nothing to do with the crown after the death of her brother and is happy being bitter, cruel and reclusive.

But that’s the old Princess Barbara, lost in the tragic accident that slipped Carrie into the Princess’s life. Carrie must change the way the people of the Nation perceive her. Her journey to learn who she is in this new world and to deal with the twists and turns of her unwillingly adopted life will change her perception of everything and everyone around her.

And maybe, just maybe, she’ll get the fairy tale princess ending every little girl dreams of.



“Let’s go see what this Drunk Risk is all about.”
Carrie grabbed her beer off the counter and walked to the table where Emma was helping Terry, Jason and Fernando set up the game. They were already hurling insults at each other even as they were sorting the pieces out. There were little army men, cannons and mounted cavalry, as well as two different kinds of die, cards and the board. Emma had taken the little red figures just as Carrie would have guessed.
“You’ve played before?” Fernando asked. “Or do we have to explain this to you?”
“I was playing this game before you were out of diapers.” Emma smiled.
“Oh, she’s already throwing down,” Terry said. “This is gonna be good. I just want to warn you, girlie, we’ve been at this all summer.”
The smirk on Emma’s face told Carrie there was something serious tipped in her favor. Emma looked at Terry. “Just watch yourself, maggot.”
“You think you can take me down?” Terry asked.
“While you were out getting laid, I was out laying mines,” Emma offered.
“Oh, it’s on,” Jason said. He made a dramatic gesture and handed Emma the red pair of die. “Strict standard French rules, plus drinking rules—no less than one beer for every half an hour. We play tonight until someone wins or we call a draw. Ladies first.”
“Go ahead, roll,” Emma said.
“Zing!” Fernando laughed.
Carrie looked at all the little pieces. “How long does this game last?”
“It can go for days,” Jason admitted.
“Days?” Carrie asked, pulling up a chair between Emma and Jason. “And you plan on drinking during the game?”
“Trust us,” Fernando said. “Without the booze, this isn’t half as much fun.”
Sierra quickly lost interest in the game. Her girlfriend finally showed up, nearly an hour later than promised, Carrie noted, and the two of them wandered off. Carrie knew Ava really didn’t want to hang with them anyway. It wasn’t that Carrie cared that Sierra was dating a woman, it was that she didn’t care much for the woman herself. She knew the whole thing was very difficult for Sierra, so she didn’t say anything.
It took Carrie nearly half an hour to catch on what was going on with the game. The first ten minutes seemed like total chaos to her. She actually yelled at them to tell her what the hell was going on. Each move Jason made, he explained what he was doing. One of the other three usually had a comment of some sort for his explanation.
“My goal,” he put a little green man on the board, “is to make sure I have enough armies in my territories so that if Emma should attack me, I can withstand the attack.”
“You couldn’t withstand a stiff breeze.” Terry grabbed the die. He added a little blue man to one of his territories near Emma’s red men. Emma threw insults out as fast as the rest of them, and it was clear she knew what she was doing on the board.
Carrie looked up and saw Tony was still sitting at the other table, drinking another beer. There were a few more people at the table now, and they were having a good time. Carrie sighed. She really should be with him there, but this table, and their beer and war, was much more fun at the moment.
Fernando’s girlfriend, Rhonda, stood up, startling everyone at the table. “I’m tired of this game. You guys have been playing this for months, and I’m bored.”
Fernando looked at her and then back at the board, back at her and back at the board. “But…but, Ronni, we’re in the middle of a game and I just got another beer and…”
“Ugh, whatever, Nando,” she said, disgusted. She marched away from the table.
“You should go after her, man,” Terry said.
“Dude, I do not because you’re going to screw with my armies.”
Jason laughed, and leaned over to Carrie. “Ronni does this every single Friday night. She gets all huffy. She gets up, walks away, and then everything is fine. But the first few times, Nando got up and chased after her.”
“Never leave your army undefended when dealing with drunk college students,” Fernando counseled. “They will steal your infantry and hide them around the bar. Ha, ha.” Fernando changed his train of thought, grabbing one of Terry’s armies. “You suck.”
“Only Maryann would know,” Terry answered. Maryann’s eyes grew wide, and she looked indignant. “Nothing is sacred, love. Sorry.”



Author a few poems here and there and several intermittently updated blogs, she lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and three cats. Chatter box, compulsive writer, bon vivant, stunt commuter, and a ninja in her dreams, J. Rose enjoys losing herself in the capes and masks of her superheroes and is always on the look out for a new adventure, on the page or in real life.

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