Samhain Magick

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A wee treat on Samhain from the realm of our Highland Legends series…

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Samhain Magick

by Kat Bastion

“Isa.” Iain’s voice echoed from far away. Even though my new husband sat right in front of me on our Clan Brodie plaid.

A strange pain developed behind my breastbone. Heartburn? Only if a pinprick tug toward my insides could be considered heartburn. The sensation intensified. Tugged a little stronger. Once. Twice. Like an impatient child demanding a parent’s attention.

“Isa!” Urgency underscored his tone. But the volume had muffled further. His visage faded as well, as if I’d sunk beneath the surface of a deep lake and stared up at him from ten feet below. 

I stared at him, confused. Then I glanced at our scrumptious picnic, so unlike my thirteenth-century warrior to prepare let alone in the busy last few days since he’d returned from weeks of scouting.

Unable to reconcile the escalating pain in my chest, I rubbed two fingers over the spot and inhaled deeply. A warm flash brushed over my heart outward, to my scalp, fingers, and toes. 

Pregnancy typically came with heartburn. But in the first trimester? Maybe twins were different. But the hot flash was an odd unexpected. Then again, I had no reference point for my first pregnancy. Pretty sure human-turned-immortal cases weren’t in any medical books. Anytime in history.

Isa!” Fear etched severe lines into his face, and he lunged toward me. “You’re vanishin’!”

As the heat increased, wavy lines distorted the air around me, like the atmosphere above scorching summer asphalt back in twenty-first-century California.

“Iain!” I called out to him at the split second that everything disappeared, as I realized what was happening. Different than the episodes before. But recognizable nonetheless.

Apparently in response to an unknown trigger—the tugging within—I’d unconsciously gathered energy from my surroundings to respond to where I’d been requested.

Time had beckoned.

And the powers I’d recently acquired had responded. Without my say-so.

Yep. Stupid me. I’d assumed I’d be free to enjoy a romantic evening picnic.

An instant later, I materialized into thick forest.

Running.

And no longer in the baby-blue gown I’d chosen for our first date night in weeks. My favorite deerskin halter top and pants had materialized on my body. In my hands? My short swords.

Instinct had me duck, just before the low hum of an arrow whizzed over my head. Then I dodged right, to avoid another. Faking left, then swerving right, I dove through scrub edging a game trail and thrust my sword in the exact spot the arrow had originated from. A rustle preceded a muffled thud.

How had I known where to target? No idea. Another new power—they kept on coming.

As I spun around, then kept running along the trail while targeting the second archer, I screamed a mental call for assistance out into the ether. Cupcake!

The wide base of a tree loomed ahead. Without slowing, I discarded one sword by tossing it blade-first into the soft earth, ran up the trunk and grabbed the lowest branch, then thrust up and skewered my second attacker. A low grunt sounded. With a jerk of my sword, a body fell to my right from above. Then made a much louder thud.

Great. I’d killed two people. Somewhere in time.

Get your superior ass over here, Sunshine! A little help!

Breathing hard, I cleaned my blades then resheathed them.

The chest-tug continued. And so did I, down the game trail. With cautious stealth. Alone.

Figures my mentor would abandon me on my first assignment. Yep. Tossed that accusation out there too. But the lack of intel didn’t surprise me much. From the beginning, the whole time-traveler thing had come without any warning. Or an instruction manual.

However, my sarcasm rubbed my lone guide the wrong way. Ienjoyed it immensely. But there was a time and place. Other times. Different places. Not here and now.

The tugging transformed into a keening vibration, a constant pull with every measured step.

After a dozen more paces, the thick foliage began to thin. Through low saplings, I made out a clearing ahead.

When I stopped with only slight leaf-cover as camouflage, I made out a dark figure turned away from me. Behind him, giant menhirs engraved with megalithic art fanned outward, brimming with unleashed energy. Barely discernable in the darkness beyond, the presence of a massive mounded earthen structure pressed against my senses.

All of a sudden, the vibration within my chest escalated, burst into a hot charge, then shot forward into the clearing, manifesting as sparks of that same shimmering mirage.

The figure spun to face my direction. The “dark” turned out to be a robe. A wiry salt-and-pepper beard clung to the bottom a weathered face. A gnarled staff extended from his clenched hand. With a strangled cry and glowing eyes, he struck the ground with his staff. Like a forged lightning bolt, energy shot up through the ground so fast, the hairs on my arms stood out on end. The air above him began shimmer, then roiled with a growing dark cloud that appeared from seemingly nowhere.

A sorcerer of some sort. That I’d been assigned to handle. With zero intel.

I sighed.

Even stubborn me knew knowledge granted power. And I had stifled my stubbornness before.

A little respect went a long way.

Skorpius. My mental voice gentled, as I finally addressed him by his proper human name. Would you please assist me? I’d greatly appreciate it.

At once, I felt his powerful presence beside me.

“You do not require my assistance, Traveler.” Amusement edged his low tone. However, he hadn’t addressed me with his typical “Ms. MacInnes” taunt. The situation warranted seriousness.

so agreed with that assessment as I shot him a deadpan look. “I killed two people.”

Those preternatural swirling blue-green eyes stared ahead. Glossy black wings arched high above his seven-and-a-half-foot angelic frame. A dark olive complexion fell even duskier in the deep shadows of whatever ancient forest we stood in. He wore his typical distressed black leather pants. His matching black combat boots were battered, laces loose, like he wore them with some modicum of disdain.

“Who attempted to kill you.” He glanced at me with a tit-for-tat deadpan. “You dispatched them. With great skill. No assistance required.”

Thanks, Master of the Obvious. It seemed a body count came with the job description and zero expected guilt. I arched a brow and nodded out ahead.

What about Gandalf the Grey over there? And when and where the hell are we, anyway?

Our appraisal banter had only spanned a handful of seconds, but the sorcerer’s roiling storm cloud had quadrupled in size. Some kind of magick churned within it, its discharge buffeting my awareness.

The vibration within my chest twanged to life again.

A bright light burst to life within the churning cloud, growing and flashing out with star points.

A powerful druid. Skorpius’s gaze returned to our target. His greed is destabilizing time.

As the druid’s energy reached a frequency peak, three flaming blue fireballs fired out from the magickal star’s epicenter…and raced straight toward me.

We learn by experience—Skorpius vanished—Traveler.

Baptism by fire, I mentally grumbled back as I crossed my short swords, gathered energy from around me, and shielded myself for the blow. The fireballs exploded against my blades.

But not before painful sparks of magick singed my forearms.

Another build-up of power began from the weathered druid.

Urgency pumped hot through my veins.

Instinct had me running again, zig-zagging through the glade. But my new time-travel powers kicked in once more and flashed me in and out as I ran. Appearing in random places left to right, I closed the distance between us.

At a critical moment, just prior to the druid’s energy peaking again, I materialized far to the right then concentrated on the space he occupied. The next moment, I appeared inches in front of him with my sword thrust up through the center of his dark-robed chest.

The wizened face stretched gaunt, thin lips rounding into an O. His body crumpled to the ground in a heap of dark material. That flattened. Then disappeared. Along with his dark cloud.

Not trusting the Wicked-Witch melting act, I dug a toe into the earth where he’d last been. The air still snapped and sparked with power. Elemental energy from the megalithic stones licked across my senses.

And the angel’s ancient power still remained, nearby, but unseen.

Where and when are we again? Weary from the fight, I leaned against one of the towering stones.

Your answer lies within.

Within?

No reply came. Instead, Skorpius’s energy signature vanished.

Great. Thanks for the training, Mr. Riddle.

Wax on, wax off: Mr. Miyagi’s lessons for his Karate Kid. Only the Kid’s trials involved waxing cars and painting fences. Not swords and death. Welcome to my world.

With intense concentration, I followed Skorpius’s riddled directive on instinct. I closed my eyes and searched to the depths of my being, into the very beating of my heart, near where the tugging had begun. And some kind of information registered back. Not words. Not symbols. Just a decoded knowing born of magick. “October thirty-first, 2,800 BCE,” I murmured. “Prehistoric Newgrange. Eastern Ireland.” Surprised at the internal info-dump, I blinked heavily. “Samhain.”

Very good, Ms. MacInnes.

Ah. So, my mentor hasn’t abandoned me after all.

No reply came. No energy either. Neat trick.

Still catching my breath, I leaned back against one of the gigantic menhirs. Grateful for its support, I drank in the power of a legendary site I’d never been to—near its genesis. Whose energy still vibrated through me.

I stared at the turfed spot where the deflated robe had vanished. Traveler one, druid zero. “Well, at least my task is done.”

With the drop of my last word, the earth began to shake. Loose gravel bounced over the ground. The giant menhir behind me pulsed with greater power. All the stones in sight began to glow.

A heavy foreign presence invaded my mind. Ancient. Dripping with elemental power.

“No, my naïve one. We’ve only just begun.”


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The Writer Journey: Elude Burnout by Nourishing the Soul to Fuel Creativity

For a writer, when creative lightning strikes, the phenomenon is euphoric and all-encompassing.

We’re drawn into a wondrous journey, transported to another dimension.

Fingers fly over the keyboard.

Scenes unfold in vivid detail into clear receptive minds.

And as an obedient watcher, we document, transcribe, and hope to capture every sense and emotion as the adventure unfolds.

Ahhh…

That’s what we’ve been up to at the Bastion writing desks: tapping into that addictive drug of writing again.

Happy New Year, Everyone!

Going into 2019 feels like the beginning of a blissful crisp glide through powdery snow: hearts beating a little faster, skin tingling from the chill, pure anticipation in our hearts for the undiscovered tracks that lie ahead.

We’ve done much soul-searching this last year…or two…

Eluding Burnout

“Know thyself” became a common phrase we’ve adopted. It’s helped us sidestep landmines of overachievement.

When real-life commitments pull us in too many directions, it’s normal feel overwhelmed. Saying “no” is something we’ve slowly learned how to do, even if it’s difficult for us to accept that we can’t take on everything.

And what has our “know thyself” taught us?

We have to slow down and take time to be in the real world: make social connections, breathe the air, notice the little things, actively listen more—be in the moment.

Not everything has to be done in one day, or that week, maybe not in that month, or even that year.

We need to make time for good food, from the “hunting and gathering” at farmer’s markets and grocer to the joy of preparing and savoring while we eat.

And if we want our bodies and minds to operate at their peak, we need to become attune to and attend to them throughout our day, exercising when and how feels best, resting physically and mentally, and learning what brings us joy.

A new rediscovery? We find the quietest place in nature we can find, lie back on a blanket in the grass, and stare at undulating misty clouds as they float by. We used to do that as a kid. Guess what? We’re still kids.

But in that real-life slowdown, we’ve come full circle to something Stone says frequently:

“The magic of writing is writing.”

The mantra means: Put aside all expectation, forget deadlines, step away from social media, ignore time itself—just write from the heart, with joy.

The magic of writing is writing.

Do you hear a distant drumbeat in a faraway jungle? Feel the cool spray of the water on your face as our low-slung canoe glides along the shore? Swallow hard, inching toward the edge of your seat, as we approach the waterfall and hope we’re all going to come through to the other side okay in the end?

That’s where you’ll find us. 🙂

We’ll also be here on TalkToTheShoe from time to time, sharing some of our behind-the-scenes adventures, possibly penning a fresh “Transparency in Self-publishing” post. Once in a while, when we stumble out of the writing cave, we’ll visit Twitter and Facebook, so drop us a line…we hope to be able to answer correspondence from our remote location, but appreciate your patience with our slow response times.

Feeding our Soul

A few years back, a great article in the Romance Writers of America’s monthly RWR publication shared the importance for writers to take breaks between one book and another for a “discovery” period.

The duration suggested was two weeks.

And during that intentional break, the goal was to immerse ourselves back into our world again: watch the latest movies, attend concerts or shows, read books for pleasure.

We’ve gone a few steps further…

We don’t take two weeks off between books. We take a good long breather. How long? As long as it takes. When the brain juices flow, we get jonesing to write again with our energy for the story all wound up and ready to burst out onto the pages.

We do our discovery daily. We’ve learned to make time for ourselves out in our world first, then we write. Mmm-hmmm… “Know thyself” kicked in big time there. Only when we’re at our best in every respect does the story shine through.

Self-improvement is an essential element for us. This last year in particular, we’ve made huge strides in finding that zenful life we’ve strived for. (Although we’d initially thought to share our journey on a separate blog, we found our path needed to be private, and so, ZenfulLife, the blog, has been retired.) Suffice it to say, we’re now awake, as opposed to being asleep. Or comatose. We’re working on embracing the present moment as often as possible, versus the past or the future. And (epiphany moment) to be creative is to be fully present. The magic of writing is writing…

We now filter our news. Nothing gets us sucked down some rabbit-hole tangent like a cleverly designed news headline; it’s by design.

Besides, as it turns out, we don’t need to know most of those shocking headlines.

You know, ’cause after we moved to Hawaii, the missile-scare happened. But we didn’t hear about it, because our low-tech flip-phones didn’t have the capability of alerting us. (Assuming they’d been turned on at the time.) After we got panicked calls and texts from mainland family and friends, and realized we’d been in bed sleeping in at the time, we decided we were exactly were we’d want to be if the last moments of our life were upon us: blissfully unaware.

We have plugged in to the best news source available for writers: The Passive Voice. Not only do we read his blog on an almost-daily basis, we’ve hit that “Donate” button on the righthand side and have subscribed to supporting our favorite blog monthly. Comprised of a unique and balanced collection of mostly writing-industry related posts, we’ve found his blog to be inspiring, enlightening, and amusing (especially when Passive Guy, PG, adds his commentary.) This morning, he excerpted one of the most riveting online stories we’ve ever read, so much so, that we’ve never been more tantalized to click through to read the full story from The New Yorker: The French Burglar Who Pulled Off His Generation’s Biggest Art Heist. We encourage you to give The Passive Voice blog a try. We’ll be there reading with you.

And then… you’ll find us where distant drumbeats in a faraway jungle can be heard.

The magic of writing is writing…

Your humble shoe and boot,

~ Kat & Stone

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We Wish You a Merry THREE CHRISTMASES with a No Weddings Series Sale!

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We hope your holiday season is off to a joyful, peaceful, and love-filled start.

Want to escape into sexy, humorous, holiday-themed romance?

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Release Day Celebration for LAWBREAKER!

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We’re bursting with excitement to finally share Ben and Shay’s sexy, romantic adventure with you.

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Reader Warning: You’ll need to buckle up and load up on snacks and energy drinks, because this baby clocked in at 112,000 words. But the heartwarming story is filled with adventure, dry humor, quick-witted banter, a touch of mystery, and a hard-earned happily ever after. 🙂

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Raised on the streets, Shay Morgan yearns for a real family, where love is unconditionally offered—even when trust doesn’t come easy. Before that day arrives, she trespasses and steals in order to provide for the few people who’ve gone out of their way to protect her.

Born to privilege, Ben Bishop loathes his family for the despicable things they’ve done, and not done. He vows to be different, play by the rules, do the right thing. Building a thriving nightclub with those who share his values dominates his world.

One explosive night at his bar, Loading Zone, changes everything. For both of them. Forever.

A dance of opponents commences as they thwart with suspicion, start to trust, then sidestep to protect themselves from a fatal blow. Until they soon wonder if they’ve been fighting for the same side all along.

As they begin to open their hearts, they up the stakes with a one-week pact. She shows him the power in breaking the law. He demonstrates the virtue of following it.

Then a far-reaching crime is suddenly exposed—that his family committed. And for one chance moment, Shay and Ben hold the key to right the wrong, correct the injustice. But at what cost?

Will they be able to return from the other side together? Or will their differences tear them apart?

Flirting with danger…has never been so tempting.

***LAWBREAKER is a standalone, full-length new adult romance told in dual POV. Due to mature themes and adult language, this book is for those 18 and older.***

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From Ben’s point of view…

The rumble of the idling V8 engine vibrated through the truck.

Faint gasoline fumes wafted in through the cranked-down windows, then blew out just as fast on the crosswind.

But none of those distractions fazed Shay.

Her attention had fixed solely on me. “Why do you like me?”

More than like you.”

She didn’t say anything to my clarification. Instead, those expressive green eyes searched mine. Her chest rose with a measured inhale, fell on a slower exhale.

Her slender brows twitched down for a split second. “But why?”

A million reasons came to mind.

But in that moment, one echoed with more force than the rest.

“You live loud…without saying a word. When you’re around, you drown out all the noise. When I’m with you, there is nothing else.”

Silence filled the cab.

We sat on opposite sides. Lap belts held us securely down.

But she flattened her small hand over the worn leather of the bench seat, into the space between us.

I bridged the remaining gap, spread my fingers wide, until my larger pinky touched hers, knuckle to tip.

Long seconds drifted by.

The engine rumbled.

The crosswind blew.

But we didn’t move away from our fragile connection.

We stared at each other…and saw through every defense we’d built. As we inhaled and exhaled, breaths coming faster, shallower, I got the sense that we breathed common air for the very first time.

We’d come from different worlds, but we occupied the same space in that moment. In spite of our differences. Maybe because of them.

But on her next quick breath, her brow furrowed. Her hand twitched away.

Whatever she struggled with had broken through. That spiky armor clamped back around her.

Moment over.

And yet, she still stared at me. Gaze fierce. Jaw set. “When I’m with you, I become someone else. I forget who I am. And I can’t let that happen. You make me believe I can trust again. And that terrifies me.”

I stared back at her, undaunted. “I will never let you forget who you are. Become someone else with me, someone better. Get terrified; we’ll only grow stronger.”

After a long beat, she sucked in a deep breath. Then she pursed her lips and blew it out, nice and slow.

She remained silent. Committed to nothing.

But then I felt her pinky press against mine. Tentative, at first. Then firmer, solid.

She’d spoken, in her own way. And I’d heard loud and clear: I’ll become someone better, I’ll get terrified…just as long as you don’t let me down.

I gusted out a relieved sigh. “Well, hell. No pressure there.”

She didn’t laugh. Her eyes narrowed.

I reached farther and slid my hand over hers. “I won’t let you down.”

Nothing in the world could make me blow this…even though the weight of our world rested on my shoulders.

Including lightening the mood. Now. Before she changes her mind and bolts from your truck.

 

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It’s LAWBREAKER Cover Reveal Day! Featuring Fiercely Sexy @StuReardon ~ Image Provided by @Love_N_Books ~ Promotion by @InkSlingerPR

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LAWBREAKER releases September 17th!

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About LAWBREAKER:

Raised on the streets, Shay Morgan yearns for a real family, where love is unconditionally offered—even when trust doesn’t come easy. Before that day arrives, she trespasses and steals in order to provide for the few people who’ve gone out of their way to protect her.

Born to privilege, Ben Bishop loathes his family for the despicable things they’ve done, and not done. He vows to be different, play by the rules, do the right thing. Building a thriving nightclub with those who share his values dominates his world.

One explosive night at his bar, Loading Zone, changes everything. For both of them. Forever.

A dance of opponents commences as they thwart with suspicion, start to trust, then sidestep to protect themselves from a fatal blow. Until they soon wonder if they’ve been fighting for the same side all along.

As they begin to open their hearts, they up the stakes with a one-week pact. She shows him the power in breaking the law. He demonstrates the virtue of following it.

Then a far-reaching crime is suddenly exposed—that his family committed. And for one chance moment, Shay and Ben hold the key to right the wrong, correct the injustice. But at what cost?

Will they be able to return from the other side together? Or will their differences tear them apart?

Flirting with danger…has never been so tempting.

***LAWBREAKER is a standalone, full-length new adult romance told in dual POV. Due to mature themes and adult language, this book is for those 18 and older.***

Exclusive LAWBREAKER Excerpt:

“Ben!” Some overly excited female across the room shouted the name at the exact moment it settled into my mind.

An instant wave of energy crackled through the nightclub, hotter and more alive than anything the music or dance floor pulsed out. Slight movement rippled through the vast space of the reclaimed warehouse—toward the same metal roll-up entrance door that had been haunting me all night—as heads craned to see, breasts pushed out a little farther, and bodies pressed closer, like a powerful magnet pulled them uncontrollably forward.

Even I couldn’t look away.

After the initial crowd crush, I could see his occasional nod, a brief smile. He angled deeper into the club and scanned an assessing look across the bar, starting at Cade’s end. Seconds later, his sights landed on me—and stayed there, fierce gaze locked on to mine.

My breath caught at the intensity radiating from halfway across the room.

Ben. His simple name echoed larger than life in my head.

The crowd parted as he strode through the room. He stood a good head taller than other men he passed. Broad shoulders strained his black T-shirt with every slight rolling turn as he moved. Dark hair, cut closer on the sides, curled down over one side of his forehead. Shadowy stubble covered a defined jawline as it clenched. Thick brows drew together over eyes that narrowed as he stared hard at me. He stepped through the now three-deep crush at the bar, then planted flat palms on the edge of the metal bar top in front of me.

“What are you doing back there?” he snarled, tone low, heavy with accusation.

Cade braced his arms on the bar beside me, mirroring him. “She’s a new hire.”

Ben never looked away from me. “I asked her.”

Holding his unwavering gaze, I straightened my shoulders, undaunted. “Her name is Shay. And she’s behind your bar…working. Hard.”

Dark eyes narrowed a fraction more, boring into mine. “How old are you?”

Great.

Here we go.

“Old enough.” All he needed to know.

A muscle in that clenched jaw tightened. “Not what I asked.”

“You sure about that?” Because yeah, I looked young, no matter how old I really was. But his heat-seeking-missile aggression? Totally unwarranted.

“ID.” He kept at the groundless demand.

“I’m not some underage club-bunny at the door. I’m an employee. I’ve already been hired.”

“I don’t give a shit. I’m the boss. And I want to see your ID.”

“No.” Not gonna happen. I couldn’t risk it.

He gave a slight nod, smug satisfaction in his eyes. “So, you’re not eighteen.”

“I didn’t say that.” Yet somehow, I sensed our verbal tug-of-war had dragged me across lost ground.

“Are you or aren’t you?”

“I am,” I gritted out, angry that I’d been foolish enough to want something so bad.

“Then no big deal.” He rose back to his impressive height, crossing his arms, confidence plastered on his face. “Prove it.”

Damn. My first weekend night, not even a full one, and already the life I’d earned, had fought and bled for, had begun to slip through my fingers.

Disappointment seeped heavy into my chest. What naïve people got for having hope.

The inborn fight in me remained. Pride too. With every tightening breath, fury burned my lungs, for being judged without cause.

“No. You either believe me…or you don’t. I filled out my application. Gave my ID then. Got interviewed. Got hired. And I’ve proved myself over the last few days, tonight. Ask anyone here.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

But it did. My actions mattered to me. They were all my life had been based on. Everything I’d ever accomplished had been from what I had done—not who I was, what anyone thought, or what society believed.

I crossed my arms too, refusing to bend, by principle, if not more.

His expression hardened.

Commotion grew around us, two immovable blocks of granite, as thirsty patrons called out for drinks. Cade steadfastly remained beside me. While the poor lone fresh-shift guy hustled ass to fill orders.

The atmosphere grew charged between Ben and me. The sounds of the club faded to background noise as my heart thumped harder against my ribs, my pulse drummed louder in my ears.

Ben planted his hands on the bar again, staring me down as he leaned forward inch by inch. His eyes bored deep into mine, penetrating. Any other girl might’ve thought intimidating.

I didn’t twitch a muscle.

He towered over the bar, head lowered, a ferocious wolf who’d cornered an unknown threat. That shaggy dark hair spiked over darker piercing eyes. Unshorn scruff peppered an unforgiving jaw. An unhidden snarl curled his lip, baring white teeth.

No resemblance to the wholesome happy guy I’d spied on in the pictures hanging on his office wall.

Oddly, more attractive.

Most women would’ve gone weak in the knees. Some would’ve put on a layer of flirt, feigning vulnerability or exposing true fear, hoping to snag the obvious alpha in spite of the glaring warning signs. Maybe because of them.

I’d never been a bleating sheep in my life, wasn’t about to pretend with fluffy false clothing.

Wolf, too, buddy. I leaned forward, matching him inch for inch. My trim nails clicked on the bar top as I dug in, holding my ground.

Alpha all the way.

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Thank you for your support of Lawbreaker. We look forward to sharing Shay & Ben’s romantic adventure with you.

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~ Kat & Stone

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Ever Been to a Funeral That Rocks?

What’s better than a free No Weddings in June?

One Funeral is 99 cents for the first time in a year. This week only.

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Praise for One Funeral:

Chosen by FreshFiction.com as their Fresh Pick for October 7, 2014

“I am addicted to this series.”
JB’s Book Obsession

“What a fabulous sequel! This is ‘Flip POV’ done right.”
The Smutsonian

“Devoured. That’s how I read One Funeral…LOVED IT!!!”
That’s What I’m Talking About

Praise for the No Weddings Series:

“One of the best romantic comedies of the year! Absolute must read!”
Agents of Romance

“The No Weddings Series is one of the best I have read that follows one couple. Cade and Hannah are both lovable characters, the storyline is real and entertaining, and the banter is fun and witty.”
Lives & Breathes Book Blog

“I loved it, and I mean REALLY loved it!”
Orchard Book Club

“This is an exceptional series…You find yourself fully engrossed in their world and can’t put the book down.”
Books -n- Kisses

“The No Weddings series has a group of such amazing characters; you can’t help but relate to them and feel the emotion in every situation they encounter. It has been a long time since a story has made me feel that way let alone an entire series!”
Under the Covers Book Blog

Thank you for sharing the news about this week’s One Funeral sale. We hope you enjoy Cade & Hannah’s romantic adventures.

Your humble shoe and boot,

~ Kat & Stone

 

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An Exclusive New Love Note from Cade, For Valentine’s Sale, and Giveaway with True Story Book Blog

Happy Month of Romance, everyone!

Missing sexy-talking Cade? We have a delicious new treat for you.

The wonderful True Story Book Blog is sharing an exclusive scandalous Love Note from Cade. Many thanks to Lisa at True Story Book Blog for inviting us to be a part of their 5th Annual Love Notes Celebration.

Click on the above link or below teaser pic for Cade’s entire Love Note. Find his full love note at the bottom of the post followed by a fantastic giveaway.

Here’s a tasty appetizer…

Chocolate truffles above a teaser of Cade's Love note

For Valentine’s is also on sale for $0.99 for a limited time!

Now’s the perfect time to pick up a copy of Cade & Hannah’s sexy weekend getaway and add the New York Valentine’s Day romance to your collection.

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"Savor your weekend getaway..." on a banner with pink and red roses

We hope you enjoy and have a wonderful February filled with romance.

Your humble shoe and boot,

~ Kat & Stone

 

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