Sunday, May 22, 2016

Lori Remenicky's Invisible


LP LAR - Ebook.jpg



☆¸.•*¨*★☆ RE-RELEASE☆¸.•*¨*★☆

Invisible

By L.A. Remenicky

Re-Release Date: May 17, 2016 

Published by Lavish Publishing 

Genre ~ Romantic Suspense


WTMO Synopsis Banner Final.jpg




They found each other.  Then the killer found them.
Detective Jackson “Jax” McKenna walks into a psychologist’s office and finds that the doctor bears a striking resemblance to his first love, Lainie, who disappeared ten years ago after their disastrous first date ended in violence.
Dr. Elizabeth Parker is really Elaine Wilson, Jax’s Lainie.  She’s been in hiding since the night that changed both their lives.  Jax discovers the truth when the killer lets Lainie know he’s found her.  When Jax and Lainie go on the run to keep Lainie safe, old feelings resurface as the killer threatens their lives.  Can Jax save Lainie and help her stay Invisible?




WTMO Buy Links Banner Final.jpg









WTMO Teasers Banner Final.jpg




Invisible Teaser 2.jpg

Invisible Teaser 1.jpeg





Invisible Teaser 2.jpeg




Invisible Teaser 3.jpeg









WTMO Excerpt Banner Final.jpg




The name on the file folder, J. McKenna, gave me a chill. He had been wounded in the line of duty—shot by a bank robbery suspect. Seeing the name reminded me of where I came from and why the need for hiding existed. I pushed the memories down. I’m not that person anymore. That person doesn’t exist. It wasn’t necessary to touch the necklace underneath my sweater as a reminder, but it had become a nervous habit. The locket was the only thing I had kept from that life.




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~




The door opened and Sheila showed my patient in. As my eyes met his, my heart stopped for what seemed like hours. After reading the file, I was afraid of this. How many Jackson McKenna’s could there be? The hair is shorter and the face is older, but it’s him. I would know those eyes anywhere. Jackson McKenna. He was my first love and indirectly, the reason I had to use a cane to walk farther than across the room.
I cleared my throat and stood, reaching out to shake his hand as I would with any new patient, hoping he didn’t recognize me.
“I’m Dr. Parker. Please make yourself comfortable, Officer McKenna, and we can get started.”
When I realized his right arm was in a sling and we couldn’t shake hands, I dropped mine back to my side. Picking up my notepad and pen, I hoped he didn’t see the way my hands were shaking.
“It’s actually Detective, not Officer.”
He sat on the couch across from me, observing with those hazel eyes that have haunted my dreams for ten years, and then he shook his head.
“You remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago.”












WTMO Also Available Banner Final.jpg

Other books by L.A. Remenicky

Saving Cassie (Fairfield Corners #1)

coverbook1.jpg















Ragan’s Song (Fairfield Corners Book Two)

RagansSongEbook.jpg












Sensual Diversions: 14 Sexy Shorts

anthology.jpg








Awethology Dark

aweth.jpg













The December Awethology Dark Volume

awethologyDecember.jpg





banner.jpe




WTMO Author Bio Banner Final.jpg




laremenicky.jpg




L.A. Remenicky ~ Love Stories With A Twist

L.A. Remenicky is a forty-something wife and mother of three fur kids. A payroll professional by day, she writes out the stories in her head by night.

An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the background, she can usually be found spending time with her family and friends.

Email: LARemenicky@LavishPublishing.com




Google+:http://www.google.com/+LARemenickyauthor






wTMO hostedby.jpg






Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Red Night by RK Close

Red Night Release Blitz


Red Night by RK Close


Release Date: May 10, 2016


Publisher: Limitless Publishing


Genre: Paranormal Romance


Release Blitz: May 11, 2016


Red Night Med

For five hundred years I have feasted on the blood of the innocent.


For centuries I have seduced beautiful victims into my bed.


And all this time, I have never gone without…


I am Zachariah…


While enduring endless days as an immortal, only one urge soothes my savage need.


Blood.


I have consumed countless humans—I have witnessed mountains of corpses piled beneath my feet. But none more significant than the woman I once loved.


My heart was not the only one she captured, but it would be the last…


An inferior creature turned her heart against me—Adam. Such a pathetic identity to be named after the original creation of God, and always besting me in life. But in death—I am king.


I am far more treacherous.


I should be feared.


I demand to be remembered.


And I am, for being known as the immortal who slayed the woman we both loved, and my rampage continues…


Now in the scorching desert, I find prey well worth the chase…


Samantha.


And my interest in this mortal runs deep. Adam has pursued me over the globe in search of revenge—but his own weaknesses have made him vulnerable. He’s taken to the striking mortal, which means only one thing.


She will be my next target.


But this time, not for the taste of blood. I will take her as my own mate, and neither Adam, or anyone else, will stop me…




Buy now or read for free with Kindle Unlimited:


Amazon USAmazon UK


111

Read the first chapter here:


Dirty little secrets are my bread and butter. Everyone has them, and exposing what people try to hide is how I make my living.


I’ve always liked to watch people, study them, and unravel their mysteries. Give me a few minutes and I’ll know if they’re happy, sad, needy, or insecure.


People are easy for me to read and far too predictable. Money, sex, and power are prime motivating factors, at least for the people I’m hired to expose. Tonight, I’m doing just that.


Busy shoppers move past me as if they’re running out of time. With the holiday hours at the Scottsdale Fashion Mall, they’re feeding their retail addiction late into the evening.


Thanksgiving hasn’t even passed, yet Christmas sales and shopping have begun in full force. I’m not interested in the shoppers or the sales. My focus is on the Tiffany & Co. store across from where I sit. A certain female shopper named Rebecca Tanner stopped in there about twenty minutes ago and still hasn’t emerged. I’m tempted to follow her inside and see what the heck she’s doing, but keeping a low profile will make my job easier.


The coffee in my cup is now cold and my stomach is rumbling loudly because I missed dinner. Just as I’m growing bored and restless, a tall attractive woman with long auburn hair walks out of the store. She’s on the arm of a dark-haired man wearing a gray tailored suit. Both look as though they belong on the cover of a magazine instead of shopping at the mall, but they do make a striking pair. He has movie star quality written all over him. It makes him stand out like a sore thumb.


The redhead smiles and leans into him. Her eyes never leave him, but he appears preoccupied with leading her swiftly through the crowd. Her companion appears detached or aloof. Rebecca is my target tonight, but he’s the surprise.


Where did you come from, Mystery Man?


Tossing my coffee in the trash and grabbing my fake shopping bag from Victoria’s Secret, I begin to follow them.


Mystery Man’s dark hair catches the light and gives him an unearthly glow. With broad shoulders that taper down to a slim waist, even his expensive suit can’t hide his long muscled legs. He has an air of confidence in the way he holds himself that causes shoppers to quickly part around him—many stopping to stare or catch a second look. Nobody is moving for me and I’m forced to dodge bodies in order to keep up.


I’m not easily surprised. This evening may have developed an interesting twist, a bump in the road. I love bumps and twists because they make life and especially work, more interesting.


The couple turns down a long hallway that leads to the public restrooms but they continue through metal doors marked, ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY.’ Without slowing my pace, I ditch the shopping bag and pull my long hair into a quick, messy bun. Before I reach the doors, I’ve pulled a solid black apron from my bag and slipped it over my head. This apron is the best ten dollars I’ve ever spent. It gets me into all sorts of places. Add a fake name tag and I’m unstoppable.


Good thing I’m not wearing heels tonight.


Through the doors is another dimly lit, industrial hall with many gray metal doors. There is a stark difference between the lights, color, and holiday music of the festive mall to the colorless, sterile feel of this corridor.


Moving purely on instinct, I head left down the hall and around a corner. There I find a door marked ‘EXIT.’ Not knowing what’s on the other side, I stop to compose myself. Easing the door open, a burst of cool air hits me as I peer into a dark concrete jungle also known as the underground parking garage. I’m parked down here, but I can’t say where because I’ve never been to this area before.


Lighting down here is worse than in the hallway I came from. There is no visual end, only a dark abyss in both directions. There are no bustling shoppers at the moment, and the cars are still. The silence is a creepy reminder that I’ve left the security of the mall.


My head snaps in the direction of a slight sound, somewhere to my left. The sound may have come from one of the corners where the light doesn’t touch. Narrowing my eyes, I focus all of my senses on the blackness but I’m unable to make out more than inky shadows.


They didn’t have time to leave, so where are they?


I’m considering pulling out my small flashlight and shining it into car windows, when I hear it again: a slight scraping sound coming from the dark corner.


Gotcha.


In case I’m being watched, I pretend not to hear as I walk in the opposite direction. Turning a corner, I crouch behind a row of cars and work my way back. At times like this, I sometimes wish my legs weren’t so long.


My hiding spot is roughly sixty feet away from the suspicious sound, behind a dark sedan. Two forms that blend into one finally take shape in the dense shadows. Rebecca Tanner is one busy gal. I guess having an affair with my client’s husband is not enough for her. We can add hooking up with random men at the mall to her resume.


Cheating on the cheater is poetic justice at its finest.


There was a time when spying on unknowing individuals would cause me embarrassment or guilt. After all, it’s like I’m digging around in people’s dirty laundry. Eventually, my skin got thicker and my sensibilities became…less sensitive.


It’s not like I ask people to cheat on their spouse or steal from their company. Some people might call me a voyeur. I’m not, but I gain a great deal of satisfaction finding answers to questions and giving my clients closure.


I’m hoping this twosome doesn’t go X-rated on me, so I pull out my camera with a telephoto lens and set the aperture to pull as much light as possible without using the flash. I lift the camera to my eye, start to focus on the couple, and—


What I originally perceived as a passionate embrace now looks suspicious. Rebecca’s back is toward me. Mystery-Man has a hand intertwined in her long red hair, holding the back of her head. His face is buried in her neck and the other hand has a death grip on her arm.


That’s going to leave a mark. If he keeps this up, she’ll be wearing long sleeves and turtlenecks for weeks.


All the popular Hollywood visions of vampires pop into my head and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Of all the silly things to think about. Those types of movies have never been my thing, but I’ve seen a few.


I prefer comedies.


Pop culture seems to like its romance with a touch of horror and violence mixed in. I’ve never understood the attraction, myself.


Still, my stomach feels uneasy, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It’s not like me to let my imagination run away. I’m a professional, after all.


I knew it was too late for that coffee.


Still, I have the nagging feeling I’m witnessing a crime. Only I’m not sure what crime it is. Death by hickey?


I’m cracking myself up tonight. Definitely too much caffeine.


My current client hired me to prove that her husband is having an affair with another woman. He is, and Rebecca Tanner is the other woman. My client’s husband stands to lose his marriage of twenty-four years and a great deal of his wealth because of his affair with Ms. Tanner. How I would love to be a fly on the wall when the lawyer presents him with these photos! Revenge won’t mend my client’s broken heart but it might help that bitter pill to go down easier.


Nights like these, I feel like an avenging angel—minus the wings.


It may not be angelic making a living exposing cheaters, liars, and thieves, but the money is good. I set my own schedule, and enjoy most of the challenges that my career presents. Challenges such as how to get out of here before clothing items start to fly and this scene becomes pornographic.


Click!


Right as I press the button to take the first of many incriminating pictures, Mystery Man’s head rises a fraction as his eyes lock on me. I think my heart skipped a beat or two.


Oh, crap! He couldn’t possibly hear that.


But there he is, looking right at me. I’ve never felt so naked or exposed.


With his lips still on her neck, his gaze never leaves me. Panic rises in my chest. Neither of us move for what feels like an eternity. Even without help from the telephoto lens, I can clearly see his eyes in the darkness. Some trick of the light causes them to glow.


Without breaking our stare, I shove my camera in my purse as I prepare to rise and run for it. I only release his stare when I’m ready to run.


My foot catches on my apron and I stumble, landing on my hands and knees, my bag still gripped in my fingers. My hair has fallen out of its messy bun and hangs in my face. I can’t see a damn thing. Frantically, I shove my hair out of my way but when I do, I see he’s reached me first. Somehow he’s breached the distance between us and stands a mere car’s length away.


What the hell?


He starts to move toward me with a lethal grace. Judging by his size and the way his body moves, my defense skills will only prolong the inevitable. I find his eyes are a distraction.


They’re the bluest I’ve ever seen.


A savage look on his handsome face tells me it’s about to get ugly.


Did he growl at me?


I’m reminded of a panther moving in for the kill from some nature show. Under any other circumstance, I would admire someone his size maneuvering this gracefully. His movements are fluid and perfect like a well-choreographed dance.


Does Death dance? I’m about to find out.


Like a deer in the headlights, I freeze. What a surprise that all my self-defense training flies out the window. My limbs refuse to move and my throat feels like I’ve been days without water. Frozen by fear, my traitorous body refuses to obey my mental commands. I can’t even scream.


Like a predator, he senses my fear and reacts to it. Just when I think I’m dead, a group of young men burst from the stairwell laughing and talking loudly. “Blue Eyes,” as I’m naming him, stops his advance and slowly, reluctantly pulls his gaze from me to glare in the direction of the young men.


Once he looks away, something in me clicks and I immediately move into action. My body feels awkward at first, as though I’m moving through water. Finding my missing voice, I yell at the group of men, even as I begin running toward them. “Hey, you guys want to help a girl out?” My voice sounds raspy and hoarse.


My unintentional rescuers look startled but alert. The foursome looks over my shoulder to see who I’m running from. Their faces register concern but not the reaction I’m expecting. Confused, I glance over my shoulder to find Blue Eyes is gone and so is Rebecca. I spin around in a circle but it’s as if they’ve vanished into thin air.


So why don’t I feel safe?


promo1

About the Author:


Hello! I’m RK Close, author of the ‘Vampire Files Trilogy’. ‘Red Night’ is the first book in the series. I write paranormal-romance & urban-fantasy with a hint of darkness and a dash of humor. Creating characters that my readers will fear, fall in love with, despise or cheer for, is what I love most about writing.


Ann Rice gets all the credit for my vampire addiction which started in my early twenties. Like so many others, I fell in love with her vampires first.


Originally from Kentucky, I’ve lived most of my life in Arizona where I met and married my true love. We were late to the game so we knocked out three ankle-biters in quick succession. We often joke that parenthood saved us from ourselves. Now we need to be saved from parenthood. *just kidding* We love our darling spawn.


When I’m not writing, I’m taking care of a busy family, dragging my butt to CrossFit, thinking about my stories or spending time with family and friends. My dream is to sell enough books to hire someone to clean our house and cook our meals. Okay, maybe that’s my family’s dream. I tend to get a little obsessed when I write.


Truthfully, I would love the opportunity to pull you into my world of strong independent females, mysterious vampires, noble hunters, hungry werewolves and seductive yet deadly fae. If you like paranormal-romance in a modern-urban setting with plenty of romantic tension, mystery and suspense, then my novels were written for you.




Limitless Publishing - Facebook - Website - Twitter


Paperback - Red Night 800w

No Reason to Hide by P.H. Turner on Kindle Scout

No Reason to Hide Banner

No Reason to Hide by P.H. Turner needs your votes on Kindle Scout.

1

No Reason to Hide by P.H. Turner

Series: The Nation Book Three

No reason to hide...he's already here.

Navajo cop Jessica Akee finds a body sprawled in the weeds on the Reservation. What at first looks like just another gang killing is a far more disturbing murder. On loan from the Phoenix PD, top cop Charlie Stone partners with Jessica to find the killer. Her gangbanger brother is a suspect and dabbles in dark rituals, refusing to turn from the razor's edge between good and evil. Soon all that is human of him is stripped away. Can Charlie save Jessica before evil claims her?

Would you like to see No Reason to Hide published? Cast your vote here.

 

Would you be interested in writing a paragraph or two about why you wrote the book, or why readers should vote for you, etc?

In the era of free love and nickel beer, I was 'the good girl.' From a family whose finances were wrecked by the sudden illness of my father, my Mom took the reins and went to work. Watching her taught me to value security more than dreams. Every penny counted and was counted twice.

I wrote stories as a girl and laboriously printed them in spiral notebooks, but I put aside my childhood dreams and took a job teaching high school English in a tough inner city school to put my husband through graduate school— until a fight interrupted a lesson on subjunctive mood and verb tense. Two students fought out of the classroom and into the hallway while the rest cheered them on. One picked up the other and threw him over the staircase where he landed with a wet thump.

I quit at the end of the year, went back to school, and studied broadcast journalism, spending more than three decades producing news shows, telling other people's stories, and running educational television stations for universities, and teaching. A bout with cancer, a divorce or two, and the conclusion of raising two wonderful children refined my focus, and I returned to my first love, writing.

Romantic mysteries are complex puzzles solved by complicated, conflicted characters who have interesting relationships, and I love reading them. The Nation series is set on the Navajo Nation, and the setting is always a character– - the dry mountains, and the sweeping deserts, occasionally pounded by rains that turn the dry washes into rivers of mud and debris.

In No Reason to Hide, a female Navajo cop struggles to save her younger brother from an Indian gang, and the evil which stalks him for revenge.


Excerpt:

My younger brother's grin was triumphant. "Don't play yourself or me for stupid. I'm a Cobra."

"Where were you last night?"

"Oh, so now you're not my loving caretaker. You're a cop." He jacked his pants up to his waist. Buttoning and zipping with only one good hand was hard for him.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that. Knowing where you were last night is caring for you. Answer me."

He barked, "I was home. Mom was there. She can vouch for me. She's working days."

If Mom was working day shifts, she could back him up—if he was telling the truth. If he wasn't, well, I didn't want to think about it. "I'll ask Mom."

"Yeah"—he sneered—"you do that. Check up on the little bro."

"Stop acting like a jackass. You have a family who loves you, and you have opportunities if you don't screw them all up. Here, throw your shirt around your shoulders. I'm taking you home, and then I'm going back to work."

"Is Mom going to be at home?" He sounded like a little boy, and his eyes were rounded with fear.

"Mom will be home after work. Would you like me to pick you up a burger? You can eat before you go to bed. I'll call and check on you until Mom gets home."

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

Still not a thank you, but less mouthy. He needed help getting up on the running board and into my police unit. I drove through Burger King and then on to Mom's house. She lived on the Nation in a weather-beaten single-wide where the three of us had grown up. I vividly remembered the day the front door banged shut behind my Dad. What I hadn't known was his back was the last I would ever see of him.


Also Available by P.H. Turner:

WinterkillWinterkill

A Web of Murder, Mayhem, and Lust

A beautiful reporter and a charming rancher are caught in a web of mayhem, murder. . .and lust.

Reporter Sawyer Cahill returns home to Cheyenne, Wyoming to report for the local television station. But leaving behind the coverage of San Antonio's gangland murders only lands her in the middle of a wave of ritualistic animal mutilations. Harassed and threatened, Sawyer plunges into her investigation.

Former attorney turned rancher, Jake Spooner is torn between his desire for Sawyer and his need to keep her safe. Jake's mission is to bring the killer down before he strikes again.


Amazon Barnes & Noble iBooksKoboGoogle Play
 

Death & DesireDeath & Desire: The Nation Book One

ANCIENT RITUALS. UP-TO-THE-MINUTE DECEPTION.

Reporter Taylor McWhorter knows something is going on at the newly reopened uranium mine in the backcountry on the Navajo reservation. The Native workers are fired. Rumors of bad Native American spirits and shapeshifters mingle with the stink of leach pit mining. And Taylor’s sources keep turning up dead…

Until she meets Captain Trace Yazzie, head of the tribal police force and plenty to reckon with on his own. The chemistry between them is enough to incinerate Taylor’s rule about mixing business and pleasure. But with a murderer on the loose, priceless Navajo artifacts turning up in the wrong places, and Trace’s suggestion that spirits disturbed from looted burial sites might be part of the problem, Taylor can’t afford to lose her head to lust. This might be the story of the year. But unless she keeps her wits about her, it could be the last one Taylor ever tells.


AmazonBarnes & NobleiBooks KoboGoogle Play
 

Desert HeatDesert Heat: The Nation Book Two

Navajo Witchery. Human Treachery.

Social worker Jordan Bia finds a child who escaped her captors and a life in the sex trade, but four other girls from her small Mexican village were not so lucky. Smugglers hide their human cargo in the hoodoos of a remote canyon on the reservation—a place the Navajo shun, fearful of the witches who practice their black rituals and feast on the dark energy of evil. Mysterious rites, omens of death, and bodies litter the canyon.

When she meets Navajo police officer Sam Tohee, sparks fly fueled by the danger of hunting men who buy and sell little girls. Techno savvy Jordan plots to trap the smugglers and free the rest of the children, but unless she and Sam can find the power to defeat the witches she may not live long enough to save the girls.


Amazon
 

About the Author:

I call Austin, Texas home now after working on the East and West coasts, the Rocky Mountains, and an island in the Gulf of Mexico. I've come full circle to live and work close to the farm my family settled in the 1850's.

Truth is stranger than fiction, and years in the news business provided lots of peculiar characters and stories to write about. My books are set in my favorite places, the desert canyons and high mountains of the American West.


TwitterFacebook

The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman Blog Tour

The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman

Welcome to my stop on Carole Brown's The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman Blog Tour! In honor of the book being only $0.99 we are having a week long celebration with interviews, reviews, excerpts, and a tour wide giveaway for a wonderful prize pack.

The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman cover

Amazon - Goodreads

2015 USA Best Books Winner
Christian Small Publisher Book of the Year Award
EPIC's eBook Awards, Romantic Suspense
Selah Debut Fiction finalist
Genesis semi-finalist
Clash of the Titles, Laurel Awards finalist
Oklahoma RWA International Digital Awards, 2nd place

Caralynne Hayman is angry and bitter over the abuse and death of her eleven-year-old daughter at the hands of a radical religious cult—The Children of Righteous Cain. So when her husband, a founding member of the cult, suffers a massive heart attack, Caralynne allows her husband to die.

Caralynne’s secret seems safe until Dayne MacFarland returns, determined to learn the truth about the cult. His investigation and his rekindled love for Caralynne lead the pair toward a confrontation with the group’s elders.

Can Dayne’s love for Caralynne bridge the gulf of anger and bitterness that divides the community? Or will Caralynne’s deadly secrets prove too high a price for her redemption?

About Carole:

Carole Brown

Personal blog - Facebook - Amazon Author Page - Twitter - Pinterest - Goodreads - LinkedIn - Google+ - Word Sharpeners - Stitches in Time - Barn Door Book Loft

Besides being an active participant of many writing groups, Carole enjoys mentoring beginning writers. She loves to weave suspense, tough topics, romance and whimsy into her books, and is always on the lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally. Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?


Giveaway:

The Redemption of Caralynne Hayman Blog Tour Giveaway


Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Cover Reveal - Domme Evolved - Leigh Stone




Cover Reveal ~ Domme Evolved ~ Leigh Stone
Book ~ Domme Evolved
Author ~ Leigh Stone
Cover Reveal ~ 10th May
Hosted by Hooked on books & Cherry0Blossoms Promotions



Domme Evolved
(Domination #3)

My name is Katriona Marshall and I am a dominatrix. I get my kicks from the power men bestow on me, and the submission they gift me with.

Or at least that’s how it used to work. One night in a hotel room a few hundred miles from home I found something I didn’t even know was missing. I found him.
Defiant, alpha, not traditional qualities of the usual submissive. But there was just something about him, he was different, so different that it made me want to get more.

 To find out that I had met someone who actually lived a short distance from me was completely unexpected.
So here we are, trying to understand how to make this work between us. How I can indulge his bratty ass while all the while indulging myself. I am still the Domme, but now it’s evolved.









 Owned 
 (Domination #2) 

The second in the Domination series. Six sexy little tales
of female submission.

I’ve known Owen for about five years now. I met him in a bar when I went to
play some pool at the local university’s bar with a few of the students I
worked with. Owen was in his twenties, from Wales, a student in the same
university. I was in my early thirties. We flirted, we teased each other, we
even had a bit of a very short period of dating, but in the end we became best
friends. I never would have dreamed that it would turn out to be a lot more
than that. My hot Welsh friend had a secret that I didn’t find out for a few
years. He’s a dominant, a Dom, a Master, a Sir.

At first I thought nothing of it, I knew that I wasn’t ‘like that’, but the
more Owen gave me glimpses into his world the more and more intrigued I became.
He led me down the path to submission, like the white rabbit leading Alice into
Wonderland. Now I am hooked, I am addicted to the pleasure that only he can
generate in me. I am his. I am OWNED.











 Domme 
 (Domination #1) 




Katriona Marshall is a 42 year old divorced business woman.
Her job takes her all over the UK, various towns and cities, hotel room after
hotel room.

But she loves her life, and she wouldn’t have it any other way, because every
time she has an itch to scratch, she has the perfect solution.

Katriona is known to some Mistress Eve, because different places, and different
hotel rooms offer Katriona the opportunity to become someone else. She is
the....












Titanic Signing Belfast, 2018 - March 24th.
Held in the iconic Titanic Belfast museum - Saturday March 24th 2018, this international book signing will be an event that will not be forgotten! Afterwards we head on to the Europa Hotel for 'A Night to Remember' with a Gala Dinner and partying on into the wee hours.
Hooked on book's & Cherry0Blossoms Promotions


 <3  <3 
WEB
http://www.authorleighstone.com


I'm Leigh Stone, I live in Northern Ireland, just outside
the capital city of Belfast, in a house I share with my teenage daughter, and
our personal zoo (1 Labrador mix, 3 cats, and 2 rabbits!).

I'm first and foremost a reader, and a fast reader at that, often devouring
books in a single sitting over a period of hours. I have always had aspirations
to write and become a published author, but as a teenager I was encouraged to
look for a different profession, as being an author "wouldn't pay the
bills."

It was that reading that lead a friend of mine to suggest that I had read so
many of those books that I could probably write my own! It seemed like a good
idea, and I thought that I would give it a try :) a few months later Lex's
Melody was well underway, and the rest as they say is history!





<3<3


<3