╰☆╮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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BLOG TOUR: Turning Payne by Chantel Seabrook


Chantel Seabrook
Release Day January



Agent Turner Payne, lion shifter, has dedicated his career
to bringing down the man responsible for the deaths of hundreds of metamorphs.
His world is turned upside-down when he crosses paths with his mortal enemy’s
daughter, Riley, and she becomes the victim of her own father’s latest experiment.
Riley has to decide whom she can trust—if anyone, and Turner must go against
Therian law to protect her. But at what cost?
Content Warning: Intended for mature audiences.
This is a standalone shifter romance, second in the Therian
Agents series.





A Therian Agents Romance



Turner jumped off
the bed like her kiss had burned him. Riley looked up at him, confused. Had she
done something wrong?
He paced the small room and raked both hands through his hair,
the movement causing the muscles in his arms to flex and strain against the
thin fabric of his t-shirt. His face had gone pale, and there was a faint sheen
of sweat on his forehead.
“Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not fucking okay,” he bit out, pinning her
with a fierce gaze.
She drew back, not prepared for the intensity she saw behind his
silvery blue eyes. He looked as if he were ready to consume her with his next
breath, which wasn’t all that unlikely considering he was a lion.
“Sorry,” she whispered, as if she had made the
accusation out loud.
He scrubbed his hands over his face. “You’ve done nothing
She crawled off the bed and stood, making her way towards the
door. “I shouldn’t have asked you to lie down with me. Whatever this is
between us, it’s best we—”
He had her pinned before she could blink, his hard body pressed
against her, palms flat against the wall, trapping her. “You have no
fucking idea what’s between us.”
His voice was thick, heavy with need, and she shivered in
Holy hell the man was sexy.
“Then tell me,” she whispered.
She didn’t think it was possible, but his expression darkened
even more. A look that made her insides melt.
He was close enough that his breath tickled her lips. His gaze
slid down to her mouth as he brought a hand to her throat. His thumb caressed
the area where her pulse seemed to beat with a life of its own. He dipped his
head and ran his lips over down her neck, nipping gently at the spot his thumb
had been.
A soft moan formed in her throat. He barely touched her and yet
her entire body trembled with need.
“Turner.” She could hear the plea in her voice,
demanding more.
A growl, more animal than human, resonated from his chest.
“My lion wants to mark you.”
“Mark me?”
He nodded slowly, his gaze returning to hers. “Make you my
“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say. The idea sent
a thrill of excitement down her spine. His animal wanted her, but by his
reaction, she knew the man in him wasn’t too keen on the idea. “And that
makes you mad?”
He tilted his head and studied her. “It just complicates
“Because of my father.”
He nodded, and she thought for a second he would back away.
She placed her hands on his chest, willing him to stay. “It
doesn’t have to be complicated. I’m not looking for anything long-term. To be
A small laugh rattled in his chest, and he gripped the back of
her neck, placing his forehead against hers. His other hand tightened around
her waist, drawing her closer to him. She could feel the thick length of him
pressing against her stomach. 
He let out a harsh, drawn out breath. “What do you
want, Riley?”
Arching into him, desperate for his touch, she ran her fingers
down his chest, stomach, until she was cupping him boldly.
Her whole body trembled as she gave voice to her desire.
“You. I want—”
His lips descended on hers before she could finish, devouring
her mouth until they were both breathless. There was an element of something
dark, dangerous, almost feral in the kiss, and for a moment, she wondered if
she should be afraid. As his tongue swept into her mouth again, the thought
She shouldn’t be having these feelings, but there was no more
denying them. She was head over heels in lust with Turner Payne.
His fingers slid into her hair, tugging her head back, so he
could rake his tongue along her jaw and down her neck.
She ached to have him inside her, to feel his hands and mouth on
her body. “Please.”
Effortlessly, he lifted her arms around his neck and scooped her
up, carrying her to the bed. When he placed her down on the mattress and stood,
she whimpered at the loss of contact between them.
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
“Is this what you want?”
All she could do was nod and watch as he slowly unbuckled his
belt. Her mouth watered, and she swallowed hard as his pants dropped to the
floor. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxer briefs and she could
see the delicious length of him. She’d seen his glorious body before, but never
with the intention of what they were about to do, and she felt her cheeks burn.
“Take off your clothes, Riley.”
The dominance in his voice made her thighs
clench. She obeyed, acutely aware of the way his gaze followed her every
movement. Stretching her shirt over her arms, she discarded it on the floor.
She kneeled before him, one the bed, in her bra and panties. Her knees shook
and it took all her strength to stay there, as his eyes roamed over her body.



Chantel Seabrook currently resides in London, Ontario, with
her husband and two daughters. She is passionate about writing and enjoys
reading fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Chantel has a
four-year Anthropology degree from Western University.


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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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