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  • Claimed by the Cyborg by Cara Bristol now available in a galaxy near you! #SFR

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    Ebook and paperback!

    I’m thrilled to announce the release of another Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance! Like the others, Claimed by the Cyborg is a standalone read. However, It’s a little different…it is the most romantic of all the Cy-Ops Sci-fi romances. Why? In the others, adventure brings the hero and heroine together and in facing danger together, they fall in love. In Claimed by the Cyborg, hero March and heroine Jules/Julietta are former lovers. Their reunion and rekindling of their love draws the danger.

    The blurb!

    March Fellows assumed he had all the time in the galaxy to pursue a relationship with Jules, an alien exchange student from Xenia, until she vanished without a trace. After years of searching, he finds his lost love on the eve of her arranged marriage.

    The daughter of the Xenian emperor, Julietta, never meant to fall in love with a Terran man while visiting Earth. Leaving to fulfill her responsibilities on her home planet opened up a hole in her heart that could never be filled. When March, now a cyborg, unexpectedly shows up just before she is to be bonded, she struggles to find the courage to turn him away a second time and follow through with her duty.

    Before she can act, the lovers are thrust into a political conspiracy that threatens the Xenian empire and their lives.

     

    An excerpt from Claimed by the Cyborg!

    (It’s the eve of Julietta’s bonding to a man she’s never met. Her completed bonding tunic has arrived and her sister Marji urges her to try it on)

    Marji’s eyes were wide. “You don’t want to see what it looks like? Come, on! I’ll help you.” She scooted off the bed. “Try it on, please?”

    “All right,” she capitulated. The tailors had done an excellent job, but it wouldn’t hurt to verify the garment fit—and it would make Marji happy. At only sixteen solar cycles, her younger sister’s bonding wouldn’t occur for several years. Like most girls her age, she talked about her future ceremony constantly, planning what she would wear, who would attend—and wondering who her mate would be.

    Julietta stripped down to her panties and a lacy bra. She’d adopted Terran undergarments when she’d attended school off planet. For the bonding ceremony—and thereafter for the rest of her life—she would wear the traditional one-piece Xenian undergarment. Her choice of underwear—one more thing bonding would force her to give up.
    She pulled on the pantaloons sewn in the royal huber fabric. Shimmering threads of pale rose were woven throughout so that the garment sparkled. Marji undid the fastening of the shift and held it out. Julietta slipped her arms through it, and her sister did up the back.

    The weight of her world rested on her shoulders.

    Her sister reached for the headdress.

    “That, too?” she protested, but bent at the knees so the crown could be settled on her head. Her legs threatened to buckle, but she shored up her strength and remained upright.

    “You look beautiful. Just like an empress!” Marji gushed.

    “How appropriate, considering,” she replied dryly.

    The ceremony brought her closer to becoming the sovereign. The bonding—and production of an heir—were the only two hurdles left. Then, when her father passed the scepter upon his fifty-first solar cycle, she would rule with her consort at her side.

    The last time she’d tried on the dress, the crystals hadn’t yet been sewn on. She took a few exploratory steps.
    “How does it feel?”

    Crushing. “Fine.”

    “It’s perfect!” Marji said.

    Could she walk down the aisle without toppling over, without bursting into tears, without making a spectacle of herself in front of thousands?

    She would have to—what choice did she have? As firstborn, she was heir apparent. Her future had been decided on the day of her birth, twenty-five solar cycles ago. “Let’s take it off now.” She lifted the crown from her head and tilted her neck from side to side in relief. Marji undid the back of the shift and removed the garment. While she hung up the tunic, Julietta donned her clothing.

    “I can’t sleep, I’m so excited for you,” Marji said. “Tomorrow night, you get to see your consort! I don’t know why you never chose to see him before this. As future empress, you receive special dispensation and could have seen him if you’d wanted to. I would have jumped at the chance!” She sighed. “But, like everyone else, I won’t see my future mate until the Sha’A’la and won’t meet him until the bonding ceremony.”

    “Whether I see him or not, the future will proceed as scheduled,” Julietta said.

    “Father says he’s very kind. Mother says he’s supernova!” she said. “That’s means handsome.”

    “I know what it means. Mother has been watching too many Terran vids.”

    Marji giggled, and, despite herself, Julietta smiled.

    Though she hadn’t seen Earth herself, their mother loved Terran culture and had encouraged her eldest daughter to study there and explore the wonders of the Blue Planet before fulfilling her duty. Julietta had had two glorious years of freedom, two glorious years of being “Jules,” two glorious years of being just another Terran Technical Institute student, two glorious years with a man who most definitely qualified as supernova, two glorious years to pretend the future would never come.

    Claimed by the Cyborg….He lost her once, he won’t let it happen again…

     

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    Do a #bookstagram of Claimed & the Cyborg & enter to win a $25 Amazon gift card!

    No purchase is necessary! Simply create a photogram/bookstagram using the Claimed by the Cyborg book cover and share it on Instagram to enter the contest. The contest runs January 10-20, 2017. The winner will be drawn and announced by January 30, 2017.

    Please read these rules carefully, because there are a few things you must include in your photogram to quality for the contest.

    1. Your photogram must show the Claimed by the Cyborg cover. You can either use your copy of the book on your reading device or get a jpg by right-clicking on the photo in this newsletter (use the cover, not the contest graphic).
    2. You must use all four hashtags: #CaraBristol, #ClaimedByTheCyborg, #ScifiRomance and #CyOpsInstagramContest. You may use other hashtags if you wish (more about that later).
    3. Your post can go up anytime between Jan. 10 and Jan. 20, but it must post no later than January 20, 2017 to qualify for the contest. (Hint: since the number of likes will be factored into the judging, the earlier your entry posts, the better your chance of winning).
    4. CyOps Instagram Contest entries will be judged on creativity and the number of likes and comments. The more creative your post is and/or the greater number of likes and comments you have on it, the greater your chance of winning!
    5. Only likes and comments on Instagram will count. You can share your photogram on Facebook or Twitter (and that would be wonderful), but only likes on Instagram will count toward the prize.
    6. You can enter more than once by doing more than one photogram. The same rules apply.
    7. The winner will be announced Instagram on January 30, 2017. To find out who wins, follow me on Instagram (carabristol)

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    What you do is up to you, but if you’re stumped for ideas, here are some examples of #bookstagrams.
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    Remember: There are four required hashtags (#CaraBristol, #ClaimedByTheCyborg, #ScifiRomance, and #CyOpsInstagramContest), but you may use optional ones that you come up with to draw more traffic to your photogram. Examples: #booklover, #amreading #ReadRomance, #bookstagram, #romance #bookshots #whattoread #bookaddict #bookshelf #newrelease, etc. Those are just a few to get you thinking.

     


  • Sometimes the best way to say, “I love you” is through touch. #BodyTalk – a romance anthology sampler by Cara Bristol

    BODY TALK ~ 99 cents on Amazon & Kindle Unlimited

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    Remember when your favorite paperback books used to naturally open to the scenes you’d read over and over, the ones that made you laugh, tugged your heart or got you hot and bothered? In Body Talk, USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has compiled full-chapter excerpts of the sexiest scenes from her most popular and favorite erotic romances. These story excerpts will tug at your heart, captivate your imagination, and stir your senses. You’ll visit the familiar…and escape to the unexpected in a variety of subgenres including: contemporary romance, BDSM/spanking romance, science fiction romance, romantic comedy, and even a historical romance selection.

    Come share some tender, erotic moments in some of Cara’s beloved stories.
    Available for preorder

    Amazon & Kindle Unlimited

    Cara Bristol 0914 smallAuthor Bio

    USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes erotic romance in several subgenres. Her romances have ranked no. 1 in science fiction romance, BDSM  erotica, and holiday fiction on Amazon. No matter what the subgenre,  her books are character-driven stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine and a touch of humor.  Besides her list of fiction credits, she is the author of Naughty Words for Nice Writers, a sex scene thesaurus for romance writers. Cara lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.
    Cara’s website: http://carabristol.com/
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  • Spotlight on NEW RELEASE Trapped with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol #SFR #SCIFI #giveaway


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    Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) by Cara Bristol

    Genre: Science fiction romance

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    Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) blurb:

    The only thing more dangerous than a suicide mission is falling in love…

    Amanda Mansfield has faced challenges in her life: the disapproval of her critical father and the near-fatal accident that ended a promising military career and resulted in her transformation to cyborg. Now a Cyber Operations field agent, she volunteers to lead the most dangerous Cy-Ops mission ever: infiltrating enemy territory to find the secret hideaway of a terrorist mastermind. The last thing she needs is an added complication.

    Like him. Sonny Masters. Her partner. A streetwise former thug turned cyber operative with a lethal grin. He can’t seem to understand she’s in charge and does not require his protection. He’s everything she dislikes—and everything her body wants.

    If they can keep their hands off each other long enough to complete the mission, they might just get out alive…

    Trapped with the Cyborg (Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance 4) is a standalone read.

     

    Excerpt: In this opening scene, Sonny Masters is in bar waiting to meet up with his Cyber Operations partner when he observes and alien hitting on a blonde.

    The Malodonian leaned in close to the blonde. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

    Sonny snorted into his drink. Did pickup lines like that ever work? He watched out of the corner of his eye and shamelessly eavesdropped. In the Nebula Lounge of the freewheeling Darius 4 Pleasure Resort, one could not expect privacy.

    “Minding my own business.” The woman’s glare suggested the Malodonian do the same.

    “How about I buy you a drink?” he persisted, unfazed by the rejection. His skin was as thick as it was blue.

    “Already have one.” She raised a double shot of Cerinian brandy. Her second. Sonny’s cyborg brain had kept track—not that counting to two proved a challenge. However, one single shot of the potent alien liqueur had been known to put many a stout man under the table. This woman could hold her liquor.

    She’d caught his attention the moment he’d entered the lounge. Like the Malodonian had noted, she was pretty—very pretty, but not so little. She was long limbed and toned in a way that he liked.

    He might have been tempted to try his luck himself—with a better line, of course—except he had little time for R&R. He needed to meet up with Manny, his Cyber Operations partner who would debrief him on the details of the next mission.

    Hover lights floating around the bar flattered the woman, turning her hair to pure gold, but the warm-toned illumination wasn’t kind to the Malodonian, whose blue skin acquired an unattractive green cast. “Why don’t I join you, then?” He planted himself next to her.

    “Why don’t you not?” Without wince or wobble, she knocked back the brandy and slid off the barstool. Tall, like he’d guessed. Sonny stood six foot six. Most females barely reached his shoulders. The blonde’s head would graze his chin. A nice fit for dancing, vertical and horizontal.

    “What’s the rush? Don’t run off.” The Malodonian grabbed her arm, his fingers biting into her skin.

    Amusement vanished. Sonny leaped to his feet. “I believe the lady said—”

    Before he could finish his sentence, she had the Malodonian on his knees, his arm wrenched at such an awkward angle Sonny almost felt sorry for the poor bastard.

    “What part of leave me alone didn’t you understand?” she said in the Malodonian language.

    The man’s guttural insult ended on a high note when she twisted his arm. “Get out of here.” She shoved him, sending him sprawling into a table. He swore again, his epithet translating to the C-word, and scrambled for the door.

    “Impressive.” Sonny applauded—from a safe distance.

    “The way I took him down?”

    “That, and the way you hold your liquor.”

    She scowled, but then her lips twitched in a reluctant smile that lit up her face. So she did have a sense of humor. If he had the time…well, maybe he could make some. Once he departed Darius 4, it would be a long while before he could avail himself of feminine companionship. Manny wouldn’t arrive until morning. Perhaps he and the blonde could work something out for tonight?

    Tread carefully, though. He’d hate to end up on his knees the way the Malodonian had. Not that the blonde could get him there. Despite being well-toned, she couldn’t beat a cyborg’s nanocyte-enhanced brawn. The image of them naked and wrestling, vying for dominance, brought a smile to his face. He’d win, of course. But he’d allow her to think she had a chance.

    “Something amuses you?” she asked.

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    Leave it to a man to ruin a perfect suicide mission.

    The only thing more dangerous than a suicide mission is falling in love.

    In a battle to save the galaxy, falling in love isn’t part of the mission plan…

     

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    USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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  • Spotlight on Whereafter by Terri Bruce #contemporary #fantasy #paranormal

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    Genre: Contemporary fantasy/paranormal

    Publisher: Mictlan Press

    Date of Publication: March 15, 2016

    ISBN: 9780991303649

    Number of pages: 345

    Word Count: 100,000

    Formats available:

    Paperback and all ebook formats

    Cover Artist: Shelby Robinson – artwork

    Jennifer Stolzer – layout and design

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    How Far Would You Go To Get Your Life Back?

    Stuck in the afterlife on an island encircled by fire and hunted by shadows bent on trapping them there forever, Irene and Andras struggle to hold onto the last vestiges of their physical selves, without which they can never return to the land of the living. But it’s not just external forces they’ll have to fight as the pair grow to realize they have different goals. Irene still clings to the hope that she can somehow return to her old life—the one she had before she died—while Andras would be only too glad to embrace oblivion.

    Meanwhile, Jonah desperately searches for a way to cross over to the other side, even if doing so means his death. His crossing over, however, is the one thing that could destroy Irene’s chances of returning home.

    Too many obstacles, too many people to save, and the thing Irene most desperately wants—to return to her old life—seems farther away than ever. Only one thing is clear: moving on will require making a terrible sacrifice.

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    Excerpt: 

    Andras grunted, the sound filled with suspicion. Irene bent down to tie her shoelace, as much to avoid eye contact as anything. When she straightened up, something in the distance caught her eye, shimmering like a mirage. She squinted, not sure she was really seeing what she thought she saw.

    “You know, now might be a good time for you to tell me what it was like to live in a castle,” she said.

    Andras shook his head, sadly, as if Irene had disappointed him. “You cling too much to the past. Forget the trappings of life. Free your mind from these longings, and so, free your soul. Only then will we be able to escape these shackles and enter Heaven to rest at the side of God.”

    Why did he always have to argue about everything? “For God’s sake,” she said, exasperated, “just answer the question!”

    “Wherefore?”

    Irene pointed to the hulking structure in the distance. “Because,” she said as Andras whirled around to see what she was pointing at, “correct me if I’m wrong, but that looks like a castle.”

    “Wow!” Irene said, her eyes roving over the dark, crenellated structure hulking in the far distance. It gleamed dully, the color of burnt blood in a fading afternoon sun. “What the hell do you think that is?”

    Andras grunted. “As you said—Hell.”

    Irene frowned at him, but her lips quirked in amusement. “Why do you have to be so negative? It could just as easily be Heaven. God is supposed to live in a palace, right—the whole ‘my father’s house has many rooms’ thing? A castle is just a type of palace.”

    Andras gave her a dry look. “Does that look like Heaven?”

    Irene was on the verge of agreeing that the castle did not in any way look how she imagined Heaven when it shimmered, as if the fading sunlight had been redirected by mirrors. Light rippled across the castle’s surface and the dull, dark, burnt-blood color transformed into gleaming, bright, silver-white. Crisp white pennants flapped from the corners as if whipped by wind. Irene thought she could hear them snapping crisply.

    Irene looked at Andras, and he looked at her. His expression made it clear that he had seen the same transformation she had. It was as if the building was trying to trick them into coming closer.

     

    terri bruceAbout the Author:

    Terri Bruce has been making up adventure stories for as long as she can remember and won her first writing award when she was twelve. Like Anne Shirley, she prefers to make people cry rather than laugh, but is happy if she can do either. She produces fantasy and adventure stories from a haunted house in New England where she lives with her husband and three cats. She is the author of the Afterlife Series, which includes Hereafter (Afterlife #1) and Thereafter (Afterlife #2) and several short stories including “Welcome to OASIS” (“Dear Robot” anthology, Kelly Jacobson publisher) and “The Well” (“Scratching the Surface” anthology, Third Flatiron Press).

     

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  • Spotlight On ★★NEW RELEASE★★ Captured by the Cyborg by Cara Bristol #SFR #SCIFI

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    Author: Cara Bristol

    Genre: Science fiction romance

    ISBN: 9780996145268

    Captured by the Cyborg Description

    Sometimes the biggest risk is to one’s heart….

    An ex-Cyber Operations field agent, Dale Homme has kissed danger and betrayal more times than he cares to count. Now he runs a clandestine factory beneath the surface of the moon Deceptio, where confidentiality and security matter more than anything. When a beautiful young woman arrives seeking a job, Dale knows within minutes she’s lying. Everything about her is false: her past, the people she claims to know, her reason for being on Deceptio. Illumina Smith? Even her name is an alias.

    Logic says send her packing. His gut says she’s in trouble. She needs him. So he’ll do anything to keep her safe….even if it means keeping her captive.

     

     

     

    Captured by the Cyborg is available in ebook and print.

    Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

    Barnes & Noble | All Romance

    Paperback version

    Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29258375-captured-by-the-cyborg

     

     

    ★★★★My Review★★★★

    Captured by the Cyborg

    Ex Cy-Ops agent Dale Homme’s first love has always been his job and his spacecraft. Not necessarily in that order. When Illumina Smith lands on the desolate moon that’s home to his intergalactic chop shop, he begins to peel back the mysterious layers of her story and resume that just don’t make sense. Starting with why she’s luminous when she lies.

    I loved these characters and this story so much. Dale and Illumina are my favorite couple so far! This series gets better and better.

    Excerpt from Captured by the Cyborg

    (In this scene hero Dale Homme is interviewing job candidates. He just met the heroine)

    The woman’s head didn’t reach his shoulder. But what she lacked in stature, she compensated for with hair.

    Shimmering, silvery-blonde waves of it tumbled to her hips. The platinum shade didn’t reflect light, it radiated it, almost as if the individual strands were composed of fibers of light itself. Although women could and did take chemical supplements to alter pigment at the cellular level, and platinum hair was not unusual, the combined effect of the color and shine was. Striking under the harsh artificial illumination—what would it look like in moonlight?

    In a complete violation of propriety, he reached out to touch. He caught himself and snapped his hand to his side, calling upon his nanocytes to stamp out the kindling of desire. Turned on by a job candidate’s hair. This is what happened when you didn’t get laid often enough. Not entirely his fault though. He’d planned to visit the Darius 4 pleasure resort, until Lamis-Odg terrorists had destroyed the place. Under reconstruction, reopening hadn’t been scheduled yet.

    He forced his attention away from her hair.

    And noticed her clothing. What the hell was she wearing? Masculine, almost military-style trousers in a fabric mottled in various shades of tan led to clunky coyote-brown boots. A loose-fitting jacket in the same variegated pattern covered her top half. Fatigues—but from what century? The twenty-first maybe? Where had she acquired the getup?

    “Mr. Homme?” Gray eyes met his in a direct stare. “I’m Illumina Smith. Thank you for seeing me.” Her voice tinkled like chimes blowing in a gentle wind, but the hand that seized his gripped like a steel clamp.

    It’s not an arm wrestling match. He hid his amusement while noting the slenderness of her bone structure. His thumb and index finger would overlap if he were to encircle her wrist. “Come in. Have a seat.” He gestured.

    She lurched with a jerky, awkward gait to the chair and sat, her posture rigid. Her robotic movement was so opposite the grace he’d expected, he ran a quick scan. No, not android. An organic, sentient life-form, but not human either.

    “Your name is very unusual.” He plopped into his sensa-chair, which immediately conformed to the shape of his body and began a massage.

    A tiny furrow creased her forehead. “Smith is a common Terran surname.”

    If she was Terran, he was a six-eyed, webbed-handed Arcanian. “I meant Illumina.”Cy-Ops series

    Captured by the Cyborg is third in the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance series but is written to be read as a stand-alone novella.

    Don’t miss the other books in the series!

     

    Cara Bristol 0914 smallAuthor bio/links

    USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has published more than twenty-five erotic romance titles, including contemporary and science fiction romance.  No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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  • Spotlight On ★★NEW RELEASE★★ Dark Devotion by Lauren Dawes #NorseGods #Odin #Loki #UrbanFantasy

    Beneath Rhys’s skin lies a legendary and feared beast. Rhys is tormented by his daily struggle to contain the ruthless, cold-blooded creature sharing his body. But when his best friend Galen disappears, Rhys’s careful restraint and self-control are finally broken. Fueled with a desire to find Galen, Rhys strikes an unlikely alliance with the only god who knows the truth about his dark past.
    Taer has found her revenge, yet she’s still not happy. There’s something missing from her life, but still she fights what her heart is telling her. It’s only when the incredibly infuriating and dangerously sexy Aubrey goes missing that she can admit her true feelings for him. Taer’s racing against time to rescue Aubrey, but when will she finally allow him into her heart?
    Perfect for fans of Gina Showalter and Patricia Briggs.
    Purchase links

    Other titles in this series:

    Dark Deceit (book #1) 
    Dark Desire (book #2)

    About Lauren

    Born in South Africa and raised in Sydney, Lauren Dawes is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance writer and the author of the Dark Series.
    In 2009, she quit her full-time job teaching English as a Second Language to finally begin writing “that book”, letting her over-active imagination pour out onto the digital pages, much to everyone’s horror. The catch phrase “I didn’t know you had such a dark imagination” only fueled her to write more, where her love for Norse mythology and gods finally got the spotlight.
    She currently lives with her husband and daughter in whatever city they happen to be posted to, and her cat, Oscar, who has inspired more than one character quirk or scene in her books.
    To find out more, visit www.authorlaurendawes.com

  • Spotlight on Mated with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol #SFR #SCIFI

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    Mated with the Cyborg

    Series: Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance, book 2

    Author/Publisher: Cara Bristol

    Genre: erotic science fiction romance

    Release date: January 5, 2015

    ISBN: 9780996145244

    Genre: erotic science fiction romance

    Other books in the series: Stranded with the Cyborg (published Sept. 2015), Captured by the Cyborg (March 2016 release).

    Special note: Mated with the Cyborg can be read as stand-alone.

    Book Blurb:

    Kai Andros’s orders were simple. Get in. Gather the intel on the terrorist organization. Get out. Then he met her. Mariska. Beautiful. Innocent. Ignorant of her father’s atrocities. And marked for death. His orders said nothing about saving her. But he did. He went off-mission. Can a rogue cyborg outrun both Cyber Operations and the terrorists to save the woman he loves?

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    Mated with the Cyborg excerpt: 

    Mariska’s dress dragged along the metal floor as she headed for the general’s receiving room. People glanced at R981, but the android could have been alone for all the notice they paid her. Her veil seemed to render her invisible.

    If only she could truly disappear. Years had passed since the last summons. Why had her father called her? Perspiration slickened her palms, and she had to concentrate to avoid wiping them and leaving a telltale stain on her clothing. The only thing worse than being afraid was showing it.

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    her voluminous skirt hid her wobbling knees. Outside her father’s fortified headquarters, she halted and took a deep breath. I can do this. I can do this.

    “You are nervous,” stated R981 in his stilted, but

    gravelly

    voice. No other android had vocals like his. His rumbling tone vibrated through her in a most disturbing way.

    “No, I’m not,” she quickly refuted. Fear was a flaw. Flaws were punished. Although R981 was assigned to her, he had been programmed to report misbehavior and anomalies to her father.

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    orbs of his robotic eyes blinked once. “I detect pupil constriction, increased perspiration, and respiration, which indicate fear.”

    “I believe you are mistaken and require a full diagnostic. How long has it been since your last maintenance overhaul?”

    “I am a new model, entered into service five weeks ago. I do not require maintenance for another fifty-five point four days.”

    She needed to shore up her courage, but R981 pulled open the door, making it clear he served her father. Just like the other droids.

    MY REVIEW: 

    When Kai Andros goes undercover, he discovers things aren’t always as they appear. Kai is sent to infiltrate the terrorist organization Lamis-Odg only learns the leader’s “malformed” daughter, Mariska, is being sent away to her death. His choices are to go off mission and save the girl or stay the course and save the world.

    I was on the edge of my seat this entire book. I really wanted to skip ahead to see what happened…but I didn’t. Great tension and great chemistry! What a fantastic story.

    My favorite line is this: Maybe it wasn’t enough to destroy evil, maybe good needed to be rewarded.

    And THIS is why I love this Cy-Ops series!

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    Author bio

    Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 24 erotic romance titles. She writes science fiction, contemporary, and paranormal erotic romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States,

    but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

    Cara Bristol web site/blog

    New Release Newsletter

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  • Spotlight on Season’s Reapings: A Lana Harvey, Reapers Inc. Holiday Short by Angela Roquet

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    Season’s Reapings: A Lana Harvey, Reapers Inc. Holiday Short

    This short story takes place between book 5 (Death Wish) and book 6 (Ghost Market)

    Christmas looks good on Limbo City, especially with Bub under the mistletoe. Lana Harvey’s holiday cheer is in overdrive, but when she and archangel Gabriel are summoned to harvest a holly jolly soul in Alaska, the spirit of Christmas brings all the villains to the tundra.

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  • Spotlight on Soul Warrior: The Age of Kali (Book 1) by Falguni Kothari

    Age-of-Kali-ebook-FOR-WEBSoul Warrior

    The Age of Kali

    Book 1

    by Falguni Kothari

    Genre: Mythic fantasy or urban fantasy

    Publisher: Falguni Kothari

    Date of Publication: November 5th, 2015.

    ISBN: ebook 9781944048006

    ISBN: print 9781944048013

    ASIN: B0160TBA44

    Number of pages: 404

    Word Count: 120,000 words

    Cover Artist: Hang Le

    Book Description:

    Fight fate, or succumb to destiny?

    In the dark Age of Kali, the Soul Warrior alone stands guard over the Human Realm, protecting its denizens from evil-willed asuras or demons. When a trick of fate appoints him guru to a motley crew of godlings, he agrees to train them as demon hunters against his better judgment. Suddenly, Lord Karna is not only battling the usual asuras with sinister agendas, but also rebellious students and a fault-ridden past.

    Spanning the cosmic realms of mythic India, here is a tale of a band of supernatural warriors who come together over a singular purpose: the salvation of Karna’s secret child.

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    Excerpt:

    DWANDA-YUDDHA: THE DUEL

    The Himalayan Mountains. Five thousand years ago.

    Absolute darkness shrouded the Human Realm, and had for three days and three nights. Some believed the occurrence was prophetic, like the prolonged amavasya or new moon night that had heralded the Great Kuru War two thousand years ago. The war had given birth to the dark Age of Kali, the age of asura. In contrast, hope was ripe that this event would trigger the Age of Light. But the Bard wasn’t here to succumb to superstition.

    The first day without the sun’s light had spread confusion and chaos across the realm. The second day had brought desperation in the breasts of humans and fear in the belly of Celestials. The third day—today—was a feast for the asuras. Death lay everywhere.

    The human world burned without its sun. How soon before the Heavens went up in flames?

    The Bard’s troubled eyes reread the last line. Then he deliberately scratched it off, lifting his long, pointed talon from the parchment made of dry palm leaf. With a sigh, he rested his aching hand on his trembling thigh. He would spare a moment to ease his body, and his mind from the strain of observation and due recordkeeping. If he didn’t, he’d forget his duty as Witness of the Cosmos, and begin to question fate.

    Despite the fire that crackled close to his right knee, and the feathered form of his upper body, he was cold. An icy wind had settled around the Pinnacle of Pinnacles, where he sat cross-legged on a seat made of rock and snow. He’d chosen this perch because it gave him an impartial view of the events happening in the world. He was the Bard, entrusted with keeping the Canons of the Age of Kali, just as the Soul Warrior was entrusted with keeping the Human Realm safe from asuras. Would they both fail in their duty today?

    The Bard shook off the heavy despair the darkness had brought into the world. He mustn’t judge. He shouldn’t question. He would sharpen the talon on his forefinger, dip it into the vessel of ink kept warm by the fire, and write this tale. That was all he could do. Be the witness to history.

    So he raised his feathered hand and began to write again while his eyes, sparked with power, knowledge and magic, saw clearly events unfolding from great distances. A thousand kilometers to his right, Indra, the God of War and Thunder, fought the Dragon. Indra did not fare well. But that didn’t concern the Bard as much as the clash between the Soul Warrior and the Stone Demon. Over and over, his eagle eyes were drawn to the duel taking place in the heart of the world, not only because it was a magnificent battle to behold, for it was, but because its outcome would decide mankind’s destiny.

    The Soul Warrior was more than a great warrior. Karna was a great soul. Fair, honorable, brave and resilient, he was the perfect protector of the Human Realm. Of course, there were other reasons he’d been chosen to fill the office of Soul Warrior—there always were when Gods and demons were involved. But Karna’s existence was a testament to righteous action and if anyone could bring back the day, it would be him.

    But how did one vanquish stone, the Bard wondered?

    Avarice and cruelty, two nefarious desires, had made Vrtra and Vala attack the Human Realm. Three days ago the Dragon had swallowed the Seven Rivers in the north, and the Stone Demon had imprisoned the Sun God, his daughter, and all the cattle of the region in his cave.

    The Bard paused his writing as a thin vein of lightning winked across the skies, but without the accompanying roar. Indra’s strength waned. His thunderbolt hadn’t left Vrtra screaming in pain this time. The Bard spared a moment’s attention on the duel, just enough to note that the Maruts, the Celestial Storm-gods, waited in the clouds to rescue their god-king in case of a calamity. Indra would survive even in defeat. Of that, the Bard was sure.

    But Karna had no one at his back. His might and god-powers had depleted without the sun’s healing warmth and light. His divine astras, weapons, had not slowed the Stone Demon down, at all. Only the conviction that he could not fail his godsire, his sister, and the innocents under his protection drove him now. His birth family had once abandoned him to his fate, but he would not abandon them to theirs—such was the greatness of Karna.

    The Bard crossed out the last observation. No questions. No judgment. No praise, either. The canons would be free of all emotion. He wasn’t here to embellish history or glorify the history-makers, as some bards were wont to do.

    It wasn’t embellishment to write that the foothills of Cedi were drenched in the Soul Warrior’s blood. Or observe the gushing wounds on his body, despite his armor, that would make the hardiest of warriors bellow in agony, but not him. It wasn’t embellishment to write that the Heavens were empty for the Celestials had come to Earth to watch the battle, firelight cupped in their palms to light the warrior’s way.

    The Naga, the Serpent People, also looked on, hissing from the mouth of the portal that led to their underground realm beneath the hills. The Serpent King will not choose a side. Vrtra and Vala were half Naga, after all. All across the Human Realm, demons roamed free, taking advantage of the darkness and preying on human flesh and human souls. It was a terrible moment in history. The asuras had the upper hand in the eponymous age of Demon Kali.

    Vala did not have arms and half a leg, but still he came at Karna. He had an ace up his sleeve. There were plenty of creatures about, an entire mountain close at hand. He began to chant the spell of soul transference. It was the darkest of all magic, the possession of another’s soul. Soon, he would be whole again and stronger than before.

    Battered and bleeding, the Soul Warrior veered away from the Stone Demon. He leapt over boulders and charred vegetation. The onlookers called him a coward. Had he forfeit the duel? Has he forsaken mankind?

    Karna dove for Manav-astra, the spear of mankind, he’d thrown aside yesterday after his bow, Vijaya, had shattered under repeated use. In one smooth motion, he rolled, picked up the astra, coming up in the spear-thrower’s stretch. His tattered lower garment billowed about him as a gust of wind shot through the air. His muscled torso glistened with blood and sweat, tightened as he pulled the arm holding the spear back.

    He meant to throw Manav-astra at Vala. A futile attempt, to be sure? As long as Vala was made of stone, broken or not, his body was impregnable. Karna should have waited for Vala to transfer his soul to an onlooker. Then Karna should have vanquished the possessed creature.

    Taunting laughter reverberated through the foothills of Cedi. Vala had reached the same conclusion. The Celestials looked at each other in angry silence, unable to interfere. A dwanda-yuddha duel was fought between two opponents of equal size and strength alone. The humans hadn’t stopped screaming in three days, the din simply background noise now.

    The Bard scribbled the observations onto the parchment in no particular order. He wished he was a painter, for surely this was a picture worth a thousand words.

    The demon hobbled toward the warrior, who stood still as stone with his arm drawn taught behind him. Then finally, with a roaring chant the Soul Warrior shifted his weight from his back leg to his front and let fly Manav-astra at the Stone Demon with all his remaining might.

    Karna didn’t wait to see the ramifications of his action. And there were plenty to come. He ran into the mountain cave to free Vala’s hostages. Within moments the rock face rent in half, and bright streams of light speared through the terrible darkness. A new day had dawned on the Human Realm after three days of perpetual night.

    The sun’s power was too bright, too full of hope. Yet, the Bard looked on pensively, wondering if the Soul Warrior knew this wasn’t a victory. It was merely a reprieve. 

    authorAbout the Author:

    Falguni Kothari is a New York-based South Asian author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a semi-professional background in Indian Classical dance.

    She’s published in India in contemporary romance with global e-book availability; Bootie and the Beast (Harlequin Mills and Boon) and It’s Your Move, Wordfreak! (Rupa and Co.), and launches a mythic fantasy series with Soul Warrior – Book 1, the Age of Kali.

     

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  • Spotlight on Deep In The Hollow by Brandy Nacole

    image1Let me share some wisdom with you. There is evil in this world we cannot see, not because it is hidden from us, but because our minds refuse to accept its existence. But once we are able to get past what everyone says should not be, it becomes our responsibility to stop the evil we now see.

    This insight wasn’t given to me until a year after I lost the most important person in my life: Bryce Rowan. Now, after another death at the same spot where he died—the overlook, where the mysterious lights dance amongst the trees—I begin to wonder if they were accidents after all.

    Lucky for me, I’m not the only curious one in town. Cooper, a ghost hunter (aka chaser), and his sister Jada have moved to town and are starting to ask questions.

    But the more we find out about this town and the people who live here, people who I have known my whole life, the more I begin to think there are those who would rather keep the evil secret, even if it means we will never be safe, and that more will die.

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    Prologue

    July 11, 1972

    Once again I’ve fallen prey to MaryAnn’s pleading, and I follow her out the window, my stomach churning with dread, a contrast to her excitement. I don’t know why I let her talk me into these things. She’s always getting us into trouble, has been since we were little. Yet, here I am, still following her after seven years of mistake after mistake. There’s something about her I can’t say no to. I’ve always thought of her as my sister, not my cousin, and considering we were born only two days apart, we are more like sisters—look like it too. But still, even sisters tell each other no every once in a while. Not me. This time though, I should have.

    Our tiny flashlights give off little light in the dark forest, mine unsteady as it shakes in my hand. Thorns scrape at my skin and I look back, hoping to see a light in the cabin on and my grandfather coming out to see where us girls have run off to. No such luck. The small, two-bedroom cedar cabin is dark, its frame nothing but an outline against the trees around it.

    “I think we should go back,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

    “Will you quit whining, Ester? This is no different than walking through the woods during the daylight.”

    I beg to differ. During the day, the green leaves look welcoming, not over-powering and creepy like now. I don’t feel trapped and afraid when walking these familiar woods when the sun is shining bright, but now I do.

    “But, MaryAnn, grandpa said—”

    “He was just trying to scare you,” she hisses, as she shines her light on a raccoon scavenging for food. It rushes off to hide from what he perceives as danger and we continue on through the thicket.

    No matter what MaryAnn says, I know she’s wrong. I saw the fear in our grandfather’s eyes as he told us the story of the thing that haunts these woods. MaryAnn had been enthralled as she sat by the fire, her eyes bright, her body unmoving as she absorbed every word. I had been terrified. Our grandfather has never been a skeptical man, always saying rumors and legends are nonsense. “What you don’t see with your eyes, don’t witness with your mouth.” So to see the fear in his eyes as he witnessed the story he told us tonight is enough to convince me he was telling the truth, and not just some tale to scare his grandchildren.

    An owl hoots overhead and a chill slowly creeps up my back, making me shiver.

    “I think we should wait. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

    MaryAnn ignores my pleas, knowing I won’t go back alone.

    The leaves rustle as a slight wind picks up. I can no longer see the outline of the cabin. I don’t know if it’s from my fear, but our lights seem to grow dimmer, making the darkness feel as if it is weighing down on us.

    A small clearing comes into view, with timber laying hazardously along the ground.

    “We are almost there,” MaryAnn whispers. “This is where grandpa and his workers have been logging close to the overlook.”

    Good. Once we reach the overlook and she sees it is the same during the night as it is during the day, we can go back to the safety of the cabin. I can already feel the relief of being back under my blankets, eagerly waiting for morning, with the fresh smell of biscuits baking in the oven and bacon frying in the pan filling the air.

    Whoosh.

    “What was that?” I ask, panicked, and spin around in a circle, my flashlight shaking with more force.

    “Ester, please stop this nonsense. I’m sure it was nothing.”

    Once on the other side of the clearing, we start the mile hike up the incline and once again I wish we had stuck to the main road instead of taking the shorter path through the woods. The ground is slick from the rain we had yesterday, and with every step I take, I lose two as I slide back down.

    MaryAnn grabs my hand, steadying me, as we both use our weight to climb the impossible hill.

    Whoosh.

    “Did you hear that?” she asks, her voice a bit higher than before.

    I close my eyes, my stomach tensing. She better not be playing any games with me. I will rat her out in a heartbeat if she is.

    “Yes. What do you think it is?”

    Before she can answer, a strange mist builds in front of us. I examine it closely and point it out to MaryAnn, but before it takes on a shape, it’s gone.

    Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

    A strong wind spins around us, and not caring about what MaryAnn thinks, I let go of her hand and tumble back down the hill, scared for my life. My feet are unsteady as the land levels out again and I fall over a log. Seconds later, MaryAnn lands on top of me.

    “Come on!” she screams, terror in her voice. “We have to get back to the cabin.”

    “What did you see?” I demand, as I race after her, dodging fallen limbs. But she doesn’t answer. She keeps running, looking back to make sure that I am close behind her.

    A strong force comes from behind me and I’m shoved into MaryAnn’s back, making us both lose our footing.

    Whoosh.

    Tears pour down my face as we scramble to our feet, our flashlights lost in the darkness. We try our hardest to run through the darkness with no light to guide our way. MaryAnn grabs my hand, our sweaty fingers clinging as tightly as they can while we try to make out where we are.

    When MaryAnn screams, her body jerked away from me, I feel as if I can’t breathe. Something is trying to take her from me. My grip on her hand tightens, my small twelve year old frame pulling as hard as possible against whatever is trying to tug her away.

    A movement behind her catches my eye as we struggle, but I can’t make out who or what it is. It’s shrouded in a black cloak, practically invisible under the blanket of night. I do make out the grey mist behind it, as if it’s drifting and waiting for its prey.

    My heart thrums, feeling as if it’s trying to escape out of my chest, and my throat grows tight as I choke on my tears. MaryAnn screams, begging me not to let go of her, as our fingers begin to slip.

    Why can no one hear us? We have to be close to the cabin.

    A sharp pain explodes in the back of my head, and I pitch forward, disoriented. My legs slip out from beneath me, and I can feel myself losing consciousness. MaryAnn’s fingers slip out of mine as I land against the damp leaves on the ground. The last thing I hear is her pleading for me to save her.

    brandyAbout the Author:

    Gemini Brandy Nacole is a writer of urban fantasy books. She is the author of the Shadow World series and the Spiritual Discord series published by Ponahakeola Press. A reader from a young age, Brandy has always loved folklore and stories of beings that go bump in the night.

    Brandy lives in Arkansas with her husband, three always on the go kids, two snooty cats, two very lazy bearded dragons, and one mellow turtle. She is a member of the Ozark Romance Authors in Springfield, Missouri. Whenever she’s not reading or writing, Brandy is spending her time outdoors wheeling, hiking, playing amateur photographer, and enjoying a good laugh.

     

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