Thursday, December 6, 2018

Sin City Salvation by Karen Greco

Sin City Salvation

Holidays Are Hell

A Hell’s Belle Prequel Novella

Karen Greco

Genre: Urban Fantasy     

Publisher: 56West, LLC

Date of Publication: 11/27/18

Number of pages: 136
Word Count: 38,000

Cover design by Robin Ludwig Design Inc.

Tagline: What Happens In Vegas Needs to Stay In Vegas

Book Description:

There are thousands of bodies buried in the Las Vegas desert. Nina Martinez does not want to be one of them.

Blood Ops agents Nina and Frankie came to Las Vegas for a little R&R. But their holiday takes a detour when there is a mass suicide on the Vegas strip. With the sigil of Satan burning on the bodies, what looks like a human problem quickly turns supernatural. Satan is in Sin City, and he’s been reinvented as the self-help guru behind the multi-billion-dollar organization BestLife Ministries.

With an offer to attend the BestLife’s Yule Ball, Nina accepts her invitation to dance with the devil. But what happens in Vegas needs to stay in Vegas. For all of humanity’s sake…

This action-packed prequel novella to the acclaimed Hell’s Belle series gives fans of series a glimpse at Nina’s origin story while new readers can sample the unique Hell’s Belle world.

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"You hear that?"
Frankie asked.
"Do I have
vampy hearing?" I countered with my own question. Of course I didn't hear
right. Sorry," he said with a teasing smile.  "There's a lot of chatter in the wind, a
lot of bobbies, EMS, that sort."
Frankie was a
posh Brit. Sometimes his terms needed translations.
bobbies, you mean cops, right?"
police. They keep calling code 10-56. Any idea?"
"No, but
Google will."
I stopped
walking and pulled out my phone. I fired up my browser and punched in the police
code while Frankie crossed his arms and sent his eyes skyward. His hatred of
Google was irrational, considering the vamp never used a computer.
I said, reading off my phone.
"That many
at once?" he asked. His eyes narrowed but his lanky body went electric,
like he was listening to the wind again. "That's a terrible number of
10-56s being called."
they're repeating?"
voices. Dispatch is sending bobbies out to different locations."
I asked, my own body tensing with adrenaline.
different hotels. All on the Strip."
I said, launching myself forward, our ridiculous hotel less than a mile away.
Get in, get to the room, close the drapes, pretend this wasn't happening.
Frankie asked, matching my steps. "Aren't you curious?"
problem," I said. "Suicide is a human problem."
he started in that voice.
That. Voice. I
knew that voice. That was the voice that said we should wade in.
I pressed
forward. "Are they talking about puncture wounds in the neck? Are the
bodies gutted, half eaten entrails left behind? Anyone speaking in
He slowed his
gate, so his answer came from behind me. "But this sounds like a mass
I pushed my pace
even faster. If he wanted to explore whatever the hell the idiot humans were up
to, he was welcome to it. I, however, wanted to wash off the stink of failure
and then crash in the hotel's promised "Angelic Cloud" bed.
Frankie, of
course, caught up. He wasn't even breathing heavy. Of course, he was dead so he
didn't technically breathe.
"You ever
hear of those Heaven's Gate nuts? That was human," I pushed out, getting a
little winded, not by my speed walking but from the spike of my stress level.
We were supposed to be on vacation. Hunting monsters 24/7 over the past nine
months had me fatigued. I needed a time out. "Jim Jones? Not supernatural.
"That was
murder," he pointed out.
You get the idea," I said. "Suicides, even mass ones, happen for
human reasons, Frankie. I promise you. This has nothing to do with us."
That was when
Frankie football tackled me, shoving us off the sidewalk into the street. We
slammed against the door of one of the stopped cars, then bounced forward a
little before both of us landed on our asses in the gutter.
A body landed on
the sidewalk in exactly the spot were were just standing. It made a loud thud
on impact. Then a pink spray covered our bodies while fragments of bone pelted
us, pinging off the metal of the cars still backed up on the street.
"What in
bloody hell was that?" Frankie asked as we both scrambled back up to our
feet, ignoring the shrieks of the woman driving the car we hit.
My own eyes
tracked up the length of the high-rise casino beside us, where three heads
poked out an open window, arms flailing and pointing down.
I said, looking at what was left of the body.
The torso was
intact. Two arms and one leg had separated from the body. The one remaining
attached leg was akimbo. His head was pulp.
In my job, I've
seen human bodies ripped apart by werewolves and drained of blood by vampires.
But this? This was a gruesome way to go.
I ignored the
gore that covered my bomber jacket, now destined for the garbage bin. No amount
of cleaning would wipe away the mess on this coat.
"Let's get
out of here," I said to Frankie, who was wiping his leather down with a
handkerchief. "Frankie, you're gonna need more than a little hankie to get
that shit out."
"Don't you
think we should stay for the police?" he asked.
problem," I repeated.
There was a warning in Frankie's tone, and I pulled my eyes away from the body
and to a man huddled by the revolving door of the casino. If he had been mere
seconds earlier, he would have been pancaked under the jumper.
The man's eyes
were wide. His skin, sheened with sweat, took on a grey pallor. He couldn't
have been much older than thirty, but what he just witnessed seemed to age him
one hundred years.
"You okay,
sir?" Frankie called out to him.
The man shifted
his eyes towards Frankie. Fear and confusion danced behind his violet irises. I
watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, trying to find his voice. The
pulse of the artery in his neck throbbed.
"I . . .
I'm . . . what the—"
That was all the
man could manage to get out before his eyes tracked back to the body and his
face melted from shock to horror.
problem, eh?" Frankie snarked with a nod to the remains.
I closed my eyes
as my stomach roiled. Deep down, I knew. A string of suicides on the Vegas
Strip the night before Christmas Eve? By jumping out high-rise windows? I
didn't want to see, didn't want to know, didn't want to admit: this was no
human problem.
Frankie prodded. "You gotta look."
With a
determined sigh, I opened my eyes and saw a blue flame dance on top of the dead
man's torso. Frankie and I inched towards the body until we hovered over it,
watching the flame ignite into a shape from groin to chest.
"Do you see
that?" the frightened man whispered from behind us. "You both see
that, right?"
There was no way
I could unsee any of it, especially the sigil formed from the flames.
This wasn't just
any old sigil.
This was the
mark of Lucifer.
The devil was in
And Frankie and
I were likely the ones who had to run him out of Vegas.

About the Author:

Karen Greco’s entire career has revolved around writing. She studied playwriting in college (and won an award or two). After not writing plays for a long time, a life-long obsession with exorcists and Dracula drew her to urban fantasy, where she decapitates characters with impunity. Titles in her Hell’s Belle series include: Hell’s Belle, Tainted Blood, and Steele City Blues. Sin City Salvation is a prequel novella to the series. She wrote contemporary romance for a small press under the pen-name Jillian Sterling. She is currently re-writing and expanding those books for re-release. She is a freelance entertainment publicist and feature writer. She is a regular contributor to Providence Media’s various regional titles.

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Build: A Bad Boy Snowed In Romance by Gillian Archer

Build: A Bad Boy Snowed In Romance
Gillian Archer
(Burns Brothers #1)
Publication date: January 29th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Welcome to Bad@ss Builds where the motorcycles are as sexy as the brothers building them.

Austin Burns:

I thought she wasn’t real the first time I saw her. To be fair I was a hungover mess when I woke up and looked into her gorgeous eyes. After getting the second worst news of my life—that my father would be paroled soon—I’d escaped to my buddy’s posh cabin near Lake Tahoe. Now the maid with the gorgeous eyes is snowed in with me, and I wonder if she might be a better distraction than the mountain of booze I’d planned on drinking. She’s curvy in all the right places, and the snow is falling faster.

Rachel Tannenbaum:

As a single mom, I don’t have time for men, especially irresponsible tattooed bad boys like my ex. But Austin is hot. And sexy. And stuck here in the cabin with me. I can’t say no to a fling with this bad boy, especially since Austin is so gorgeous and awkwardly sweet.

One night becomes two, and I don’t know if I can risk my heart—and my little boy’s—if Austin wants it to become more when we get through the snow and back to reality.

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Gillian has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to read—the hotter the better!

When Gillian’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling with her husband.

Home is currently in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.

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Beneath A Sinister Moon by D.A. Roach

Title: Beneath A Sinister Moon
Series: The Demon Hunter Series Book 3
Author: D.A. Roach
Genre: YA Paranormal; PNR
Release Date: December 4, 2018

The premonition is clear. Demons are coming for Cassidy, and once her blood has been spilled humanity will be lost. Not only has Tyler been tasked with assassinating Cassidy, but killing her will be the last step he needs to take in order to become a full demon. 

Killian knows this and vows to keep Cassidy safe, but not everything is as it seems. Figuring out who to trust, who to confide in isn’t easy. With so much at stake one wrong move could mean the end of the human world, causing Cassidy and Killian to lose everything…even each other. 

With a war raging between two sides, Cassidy and Tyler find themselves at the heart of battle between good and evil. She wants to save Tyler. He wants to kill her. What will it take to restore the balance? 

And will Cassidy be strong enough to make the ultimate sacrifice if it means saving the world?


Scorched by Misty Malloy

Title: Scorched
Author: Misty Malloy
Genre: Dragon Shifter Reverse Harem
Release Date: December 6, 2018


Four sexy dragon shifters. One fiery dragoness.

I’m done with the dragon shifter lifestyle. No more Dragon Gatherings. No more
fancy dinners. And most certainly no more hanky-panky with dragons at the
shifter nightclub.

So what if I have wings and sometimes spew fire? It doesn’t mean I can’t find a
nice human guy to find happily-ever-after with.

But when the fertility stone is stolen, I’m enlisted to help with the

Suddenly, I find myself at a billionaire’s villa with four smoking hot dragon
shifters. Whatever happens, I need to keep them from stealing my heart as well.

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Author Bio

Misty Malloy has a self-diagnosed obsession with hair metal
bands from the 80s. When she's not listening to Guns N' Roses or writing, you
can find her wrangling dogs at the animal shelter, doing Zumba, or having
brunch. She loves happy hour with lots of wine and cheese, sexy historical
movies, and alpha males. She lives in Tucson, Arizona, with her husband and
their dire wolf dog.

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Shopping for a Baby's First Christmas by Julia Kent

Title: Shopping for a Baby's First Christmas
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #15
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 6, 2018


My mother wants all her kids and grandkids to spend Christmas Eve at her
house and wake up on Christmas morning together. 

Sounds reasonable, right?

And it would be.

If it weren’t my mother.

My husband, Declan, is protesting any involvement, though he’s openly
intrigued by the idea of claiming his territory by suggesting we have sex in my
childhood bed.

And by ‘suggest,’ I mean make a series of really hot offers that make me
whimper when I have to say no.

Wait – why am I saying no again?

Mom has turned her house into a Christmas showcase that makes Frankenmuth
look like the picked-over clearance rack at Target on December 26. You know
those crazy people on Etsy who make felted gnomes out of belly button lint and
use … a certain kind of hair… to make thatched roofs on little decorative elf

Those people are saner than my mother.

There is no force of nature stronger — and more emotionally volatile —
than a fifty-something grandmother determined to create holiday memories.

Wait a minute. Maybe there is.

My husband.

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“Here,” I
say, shaking the shirt free of cat hair. “Sounds like someone's getting ready
for carols.” A few piano notes drift up the stairs.
already here,” Dec replies as he sets Ellie down on hands and knees. She
promptly crawls over to the trash can, which is, thankfully, empty.
“Not Carol.
Carols. Christmas carols.”
He freezes,
arms up in the sleeves, about to pull the shirt over his head. Ah, what a pose.
The fire downstairs isn't the only thing heating up in this house right now.
“We have to
“Of course!
It's tradition!”
knocks the trash can over and claps for herself, looking at us as if to say, See what I did? Give me my gold medal.
Flesh show
over, Declan finishes pulling on his shirt. I burst into laughter at the vision
of my husband in horizontal green and white stripes, green piping around the
neck and cuffs of his pjs. I'm in red and white, and so is Ellie, with a big
white snowflake on her butt.
“What's so
“You look
like a piece of hard candy.”
He grabs my
hand and puts it on his crotch. “I could give you something to lick.”
“DEC! Not
in front of the baby!”

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent
writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult
rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for
a Billionaire
, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a
men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with
her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever,

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