Bound Souls by N.D. Jones + GIVEAWAY

Bound Souls
Forever Yours
Book 1
N.D. Jones

Genre: Science Fiction Romance

Publisher: Kuumba Publishing

ISBN: 978-0-9975293-5-7
ASIN: 978-0-9975293-6-4

Number of pages: 292

Cover Artist: Wycked Ink

Book Description:

A supernatural love triangle that tests the bounds of science, truth, and faith.
Regent Lela of Asiya is the most powerful person on her planet but she is powerless to save the life of her beloved soulmate—Zion Grace. For thirty years they lived as husband and wife, but Zion’s time is at an end. Lela must go on without him.

“There will never be anyone else for me.”

Despite having died, nothing can keep Zion from his soulmate. He’s back but not as the man he once was. Zion must help Lela move on with her life, lest he lose her forever. But how can Zion convince Lela to accept the love and affections of another man when he still wants her for himself?

“I love you, Lela. My heart is forever yours.”

Lela and Zion are bound souls, destined to live eternity together. For these lovers, death is not an end, but a fateful beginning.

This novel includes “The Garden,” a bonus short story.

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Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/A5Nb2IdY_gE

Excerpt:

It was true, Zion had only three more years left on his thirty-year life extension. He was tired and felt even more so as the days, weeks, months and years crept by. Zion spared a sidelong glance at his wife, whose head was down, eyes closed and hand still fiercely gripping his own. She wasn’t ready for the ride to end either, yet they both knew it was slowing, preparing to grind to its final halt and he would have to disembark, leaving her behind.

This thing with Ammon had eaten away at Zion for the last several months. Yet Ammon was simply an outlet for his own anger, fear, and depression. He was growing older, his hair thinner and grayer, and his stomach… well, let’s just say he’d had to use the services of a good seamstress over the years. Yet Lela was still as beautiful and fit as when they’d first met.

Zion didn’t begrudge Lela her slow aging or fine, alluring features. In fact, he loved that about her. What did bother him was that other men could see what he saw. Everything about Lela exuded intelligence, grace, dignity, strength, and beauty. Zion learned a long time ago, she could never see herself the way others did, especially men.

While Zion rarely entertained jealous thoughts before or cared much when he caught a male giving Lela an approving look, now he saw nothing but. Under the circumstances, the little signs of masculine appreciation for his beautiful wife enraged him.

“I’m sorry,” Zion spoke into the quiet breach, lifting Lela’s chin with his bruised hand.

Tears flooded her eyes. Even wet, they were still the most stunning eyes he’d ever seen. Picasso marble Zion thought the first time she’d looked at him—a combination of black, brown, gray, and white. Back then, they’d sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, now they glistened with pain. Lela wasn’t ready for this conversation. How could she be?

“No, it’s me who should apologize. I thought you were paranoid, seeing things that didn’t exist.”

“I acted like a jackass, a Neanderthal, damn near dragging you out of the banquet room before the function was over. Hell, I might as well as hoisted you over my shoulder and beat my chest like a caveman.”

He rubbed his thumb across her right cheek, then lips. “You’re an incredible woman, Lela.” Zion paused, nearly biting his tongue on his next words. The ones his selfish heart screamed at him to not utter. “You’ll live for a long time, probably another four or five decades. I only have three years left. For an Asiyan, you’ll be in your prime when I pass on.” His voice cracked when the held tears dropped from his wife’s eyes. She knew where he was going with this, Zion realized.

“You’ll have to go on without me, and I don’t want you to spend the next fifty years by yourself.”

“I won’t be by myself. I’ll have Xavier.” Lela pushed off the bed and moved away from him. She walked to the window, refusing to acknowledge the true meaning of his words.

Zion followed, watching her stern but sad image in the window. Needing to touch and reassure her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Lela to him.
“The thought of another man being this close to you,” Zion whispered, stirring tendrils of her long hair, “makes me want to commit murder. When I heard Ammon offering for you, it took all of my self-control to not take a laser gun to him. The only thing I kept thinking was that he couldn’t have you. That you’re mine and mine alone.”

“Is that why you’ve been so angry these past few months?” She turned in his arms, then rested her head against his resilient shoulder.

“Yes and something else.”

“What else?”

Zion lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his eyes.

“I didn’t want to acknowledge how selfish I was being,” he said, leaning down and placing a warm, soft kiss on her lips. “I want you to be happy in those four or five decades you have left, Lela, but I don’t want you to find happiness in the arms of another man.”
“I have no desire to mate with anyone else, or to take a lover,” she reassured, initiating another kiss, a desperate embrace full of a wife’s integrity and denial. “I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you. I love you, Zion. I could never love another.”

He knew she spoke the truth. He believed her, but she didn’t understand. Zion did. He’d experienced the loss of a spouse.

“When Iman died, a part of me died with her. Like you, I thought there would never be anyone else for me. And that was true for a long time—”

Lela shook her head in protest, not allowing Zion to continue. “Don’t.” A heartbreaking plea. “Don’t say such things. There will never be anyone else for me.”

Zion saw the near panic in her upturned face, her Picasso marble eyes glowing with resolution and despair.

“It’s not the same. It just isn’t.”

It was exactly the same. Yes, what he felt for Iman was different from the love he had for Lela. But it was love all the same. Loving Lela didn’t mean Iman ceased to occupy a special place in his heart and mind. A small, warm piece of her and their life together would always be a part of him. As he would always be a part of Lela, but she couldn’t see it, not now. But someday. Zion didn’t want to think about that and clearly, neither did his wife.

About the Author:

N. D. Jones lives in Maryland with her husband and two children. She is the founder of Kuumba Publishing, an art, audiobook, eBook, and paperback company. Kuumba Publishing is a forum for creativity, with a special commitment to promoting and encouraging creative works of authors and artists of African descent.

A desire to see more novels with positive, sexy, and three-dimensional African American characters as soul mates, friends, and lovers, inspired the author to take on the challenge of penning such romantic reads. She is the author of two paranormal romance series: Winged Warriors and Death and Destiny. N.D. likes to read historical and paranormal romance novels, as well as comics and manga.

Website: http://www.ndjonesparanormalpleasure.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ndjonesparanormalromanceauthor/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/NDJones

Twitter: https://twitter.com/NDJonesauthor

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ndjones001

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A Call to Heaven by Jo Kessel + Giveaway!

A Call to Heaven

Jo Kessel

Genre: contemporary romance with a paranormal twist

Publisher: J.K Publishing

Date of Publication: January 27, 2017

ISBN-13: 978-1540490049 /

ISBN-10: 1540490041

ASIN: B01MQU65MT

Number of pages: 260 paperback /

320 kindle book

Word Count: 68k

Cover Artist: Ivan Cakic

 

Book Description:

 

“Everybody’s loved, everybody’s lost.

 

Grief strips you raw and makes you feel as if you’re sleepwalking through life, like the pain will never go away.

 

I’m Amy Tristan. I’m no different than anyone else. I’ve loved, I’ve lost and it sucks. I’ve got a five-year old son and an abusive husband. My mother died six months ago and I miss her like crazy.

 

I’m the biggest skeptic when it comes to other-worldly stuff, so when I’m told that I can pick up the phone and call my mum in Heaven, I should disbelieve it, right? Wrong. I pick up that phone, because there’s nothing I want more than to hear her voice trickle into the receiver.

 

And you know what? It works. I get to speak to my mother. It’s a miracle. If only it could stay this way, with those calls just for me, but someone up on high wants me to choose three other people to make a call to Heaven too. Who should I pick? How can I trust them to keep the phone secret? Making the choice is agonizing – if I get it wrong, my calls will stop. I wish I hadn’t told Daniel anything. He’s this hot doctor that I’ve come to know. But doctors are scientists, and scientists are bigger skeptics than even me. He didn’t believe in the phone. He thought I should be admitted to a sanatorium. Telling him was either the best decision of my life, or the worst. I’ll let you decide…”

 

Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/6qQLxZbVs50

 

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Excerpt:

 

Everyone’s looking at me. I’ve got the yellow telephone in my hands and I’m not sure what to do with it. I take a seat at the end of the table and lay the phone down in front of me. Beth is to my left, Ben is to my right. Daniel is opposite me. I look from one to the other and feel color flood my cheeks. My gaze finishes on Daniel and stays there for a beat. He nods, his eyes encouraging me. I return the nod, take a deep breath and count down from three to one in my head.

 

“I’ve got to tell you all something.” My voice comes out as a thin squeak, but actually I’m surprised I manage to articulate at all. I’m hot, so hot. I lift the hair off the back of my neck, flapping it around to try to cool my sticky, clammy skin. I can’t breathe, I need air. I unlock the patio doors, flinging them wide open. The inside of my mouth feels rough as sandpaper. I’m desperate for a tall glass of water packed with ice-cubes but, when I turn to see six eyes staring at me, I dare not leave to fetch one. I feel like an exhibit in a museum and in some ways I wish I were. I could hide behind a Perspex box next to the yellow telephone with panel blurb doing the explaining for me. I could be part of a new exhibition entitled ‘Incredible Discoveries’. I would share the same hall as the dinosaurs and anything else which took aeons for people to believe existed. I draw a deep breath and continue.

 

“You’re probably going to think I’m mad, but I’m going to tell you anyway.”

 

A breeze blows through the open patio doors.

 

“What I wanted to tell you is this.” My voice is soft as a whisper. I sense all their bodies leaning closer towards mine, straining to hear. “I’ve recently started talking to my mother.”

 

There, I’ve said it.

 

I feel a great sense of relief, both that I’ve said it and that I no longer have to keep this to myself. Beth relaxes in her chair with a sigh, leans across and takes my hand, patting it. She’s got wavy brown hair and a kind, open face. She tilts her head sympathetically.

 

“Oh honey, you must have tried out that clairvoyant you mentioned. Please tell us all about it.”

 

I should have seen that one coming.

 

“No, you don’t get it.” I lift up the yellow phone, as if to demonstrate how to use such a contraption. In one hand I take the receiver, in the other the plug. “I don’t speak to her through a medium. I speak to her on this telephone. I plug it into a socket in my bathroom and I’m allowed to call heaven.”

 

There, I’ve said it now.

 

Nobody moves.

 

Not a muscle.

 

Their mouths all open, Daniel’s is the widest. I don’t think any of them even realize they’re doing it. As feared, they are looking at me like I’m certifiably insane.

 

“I can see you all think I’m mad.” I actually manage to pull a small smile. Now that I’ve started, I feel much calmer. “And, if I were in your position, I would think I’m crazy too. But one night my mother came to me in a dream and told me I could use this phone to call her in heaven and, bizarre though it must sound, it turns out she was right. That’s why I stopped coming to Grief Support Group every week. I wasn’t grieving so much because my mother had come back into my life.”

 

The three pairs of eyes grow wider and wider, as if I’m slowly sprouting four serpent heads. I replace the receiver back into its cradle and drop the plug, holding out my hands in submission.

 

“You can believe me or not. It doesn’t matter. But the reason I’ve gathered you all here is because I’ve been asked to choose three other people to call to heaven.”

 

I sound like a fairy godmother or the good witch in the Wizard of Oz. I do not sound normal. I pause. The effect is dramatic although it’s not intended to be.

 

“And I’ve picked you guys.”

 

I look at them one by one.

 

“Beth, I know how much it might mean to you to be able to speak to your daughter and know that she is safe.”

 

Beth nods. Her gaze turns glassy.

 

“Ben, I’d do anything to be able to give you a chance to speak to your brother again.”

 

Ben nods, his mouth still formed in a perfect ‘O’.

 

Daniel is the hardest one for me to look at. He’s not nodding anymore and his eyes are no longer urging me to continue. Instead he’s shaking his head, a slow, subtle movement, but I catch it all the same. His full lips have now formed a thin line. He’s the only one who looks like he still thinks I’m certifiably insane. Hell, he’s a doctor; perhaps that shouldn’t come as a surprise. Part of me wonders whether I should abort this whole escapade and pretend it was all a joke. I’d do anything to not have Daniel stare at me in this way. He looks ready to call the local sanatorium and send them round with a straitjacket. But I can’t abort and I must continue. What happens next is up to him.

 

“And Daniel, I thought that maybe you might like to speak to Katie.”

 

He opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but clamps it shut again without speaking. Nobody else says anything either. They all shift in their seats, pretending to take sips of coffee and look around the room. Perhaps they’re checking out the photos on the mantelpiece above the fireplace, trying to work out if I look like a madwoman in any of them. I pick up the knife. Now I probably do look mad or, at the very least, dangerous.

 

“Right, who’s for some more pie?”

 

About the Author:

Jo lives in London with her husband, three children and Jerald the cat. In addition to being a novelist she works as a TV and print journalist (Sunday Times, The Telegraph, the Daily Mail and the Express.) If she could change one thing about her life it would be to introduce the thirty hour day, because twenty-four hours just isn’t long enough to squeeze it all in! Many a late night has been spent with a glass of red wine (preferably French) at her desk trying to keep her eyes open long enough to write these stories which keep demanding to be written. If only her cat didn’t constantly jump onto the keyboard as she writes, this book might have been finished months earlier. She loves yoga, skiing, travelling and English custard – though not necessarily in that order.

 

Website/blog: www.jokessel.com

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jo_kessel

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kesseljo/

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33120863-a-call-to-heaven

 

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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jo_kessel/

 

Thank you Bewitching Book Tours for allowing me to take part of this tour.

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Weariland by Mary Shotwell

Weariland
by Mary Shotwell
Genre: YA Fantasy/Retelling
Release Date: May 10th 2016
Merge Publishing

Summary:

For fifteen-year-old Lason Davies, it all started with a text.

“HIDING PLACE.”

The last words of her murdered grandmother haunt Lason as she travels to England with her sheltering mother for the funeral. The crime is a sensation, but the clamoring reporters and news photographers aren’t the only ones interested in their arrival.

As her mother’s behavior borders on erratic (on a good day), Lason encounters a stranger from Weariland, a dreary world once known as Wonderland. He petitions Lason’s help in finding a secret family heirloom, a key to saving his land—and to Lason’s past. Lason is swept in an adventure through Weariland’s unpredictable realm, encountering colorful, fantastical characters and discovering her family’s elusive history. But if she isn’t careful, she may never return…

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About the Author
Mary grew up in northeast Ohio, so it was only natural for her to pursue a degree in marine biology. After studying dolphin behavior and estimating great white shark populations, she earned her Ph.D. in Biostatistics in Charleston, South Carolina. It was there, during the arduous dissertation process, where she had the idea to write a book.

With Alice and the crazy characters from Wonderland staring her down from her bedroom poster, Mary envisioned what that fantasy realm would look like in current day. Creative writing served as a natural escape from technical writing, wedding planning, pregnancy, and job hunting.

Mary is excited to debut Weariland (Merge Publishing, 2016), a novel introducing Lason Davies, a teenager who learns about her family’s past in a world once called Wonderland. She currently resides in Tennessee with her husband and three children.

Uncaged by Candace Blevins + GIVEAWAY


Uncaged
Chattanooga Supernaturals
Book Four
Candace Blevins
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Excessica
Date of Publication:   February 10
Word Count:   60,000 words
Cover Artist:  Syneca Featherstone
Book Description:
It’s been fourteen years since Keisha’s criminal actions put their son in foster care while Darnell was out of the country on a Navy SEAL mission. His attorneys handled all communication with her during the divorce proceedings, and he hasn’t spoken with her for nearly a decade and a half.
When she’s finally paroled, his wolf is insistent he makes sure she has a place to live and help getting on her feet.
Wolves mate for life, but the man can’t forgive her for putting their son at risk.
Excerpt 3:
My vibrator arrived Tuesday, and I had every intention of
having orgasm after orgasm when I got home from work.
I made myself a huge salad with three kinds of lettuce,
spicy croutons I made from old bread, and torn up pieces of leftover fried
chicken. I drenched it in blue cheese dressing and considered it a feast as I
read a racy romance.
I’d finished eating and was upstairs in my bed when I got to
the good parts — new vibrator plugged in and ready for action. As the
alpha-male in my book went to town on the woman, I moved the vibrator to all my
best spots, expecting to have a simultaneous orgasm with the characters in my
book… but as I neared the climax, I heard Darnell in my head telling me he
wanted something in my ass if I orgasmed while he was gone.
Of course, the girl in the book had a damned butt plug in
while the seriously-alpha dude pounded her pussy. Of all the books to read
right now, it had to be this one.
Darnell had put a little container of coconut oil with the
plug, so I got them both out and looked at them for several long moments before
I rolled my eyes and lifted the fancy-assed plug from its velvet cradle.
It was big but it wasn’t huge, so I hadn’t expected it to
weigh so much. It would spread me open going in, but the part between the plug
and the outer ring wasn’t very thick.
With a sigh, I stuck my fingers in the coconut oil and
coated the plug. I didn’t want to stick my finger in my ass, so I just put a
glob on the outside. Yeah, I should probably work myself up, but I’d taken
cocks much larger than this in prison without being made ready.
I gasped as the slick, cool metal went in, and then groaned
as it seated itself inside me. I’d been right about it not holding me open once
in, but I hadn’t expected the weight of it to push on my muscles from the
inside. I wiggled around a little, and paged back several times on my phone
until I found the spot where he picked her up and carried her to bed.
This time, I’d had three orgasms by the time the characters
in the book came in their own explosive orgasms, and I had another overwhelming
release as they did. I turned the vibrator off, put my phone to the side, and
lay in bed like a lump of overcooked spaghetti, my body totally relaxed and
sated.

 

I couldn’t even be grumpy with Darnell about the plug. In
fact, I kind of liked it, and decided to leave it in for a bit.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Candace Blevins lives with her husband of 18 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.
Candace writes Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary BDSM Romance, and a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series.
Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, as well as a variety of other mythological beings exist.
Candace’s two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.
Her Safeword Series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each book in the Safeword series highlights a couple with a different take on the lifestyle. 
You can visit Candace on the web at candaceblevins.com and feel free to friend her on Facebook at facebook.com/candacesblevins and Goodreads at goodreads.com/CandaceBlevins. You can also join facebook.com/groups/CandacesKinksters to get sneak peeks into what she’s writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy blurb. 
Stay up to date on Candace’s newest releases, and get exclusive excerpts by joining her mailing list!
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Other Books by Candace Blevins
Only Human series (Urban Fantasy)
·                  Only Human
·                  An Unhuman Journey
·                  Unhuman Acts (2017)
 Chattanooga Supernaturals (Paranormal Romance)
·                  The Dragon King
·                  Riding the Storm
·                  Acceptable Risk
·                  Careful What You Ask For
·                  Hallowed Destiny (January 27, 2017)
·                  Uncaged (February 10, 2017)
Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club (link)
·                  Duke
·                  Brain
·                  Bash Volume I
·                  Bash Volume II
·                  Bash Volume III
·                  Horse
·                  Gonzo
·                  Nix
·                  Ghost
Dark erotica shorts from the world of The Chattanooga Supernaturals
·                  Pride
·                  Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire
Safeword series (Contemporary BDSM Romance)
·                  Safeword: Rainbow
·                  Safeword: Matte
·                  Safeword: Davenport
·                  Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon
·                  Safeword: Quinacridone
·                  Safeword: Matte – In Training
·                  No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon
·                  No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever After
·                  Safeword: Arabesque
·                  Safeword: Mayday (2017)

 

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