Tuesday, March 1, 2016
I’m so excited to be able to bring you the next book in the KinKaid world. I truly hope you enjoy meeting Sin and Aydin.
The heat building between them is ready to erupt, threatening to shatter the wall around a soldier’s heart.
Former Green Beret, Zackary “Sin” Sinclair has a secret nipping at his heels. And he’ll do anything—go anywhere—to keep that info locked down tight. Including playing along with the news that he’s the father of his best friend’s little sister’s baby. But there’s no way in hell that’s possible since he hasn’t touched a woman in years. That, and his best friend has no idea Sin’s been hiding the fact he’s gay since they were teenagers.
KinKaid Wolf Pack Enforcer, Aydin Michaels is his cousin’s new pet project. If he doesn’t sober up and fall in line, he’ll be kissing his new career goodbye, and more than likely, packing up to head back east. The last thing he needs is a smokin’ hot human male with eyes that turn him inside out trying to play his hero.
When a bar fight goes wrong and Sin ends up bitten, Aydin is charged with tracking him down—before he shifts—and educating him about those in the world who aren’t quite human. Rule number one: in order to survive, shifters stick together. But convincing the hardheaded soldier on the run to stay put, preferably with him, is easier said than done. For Sin, putting down roots means paying a price. He either betrays a friend and risks losing the only family he’s ever known, or walk away from the man who’s claimed a piece of his soul.
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Wednesday, October 28, 2015
I can not believe Halloween is already here! I’m not ready! Said the writer with too much left to do before the end of the year. Even though I might be freaking out a tad, I have my wicked playlist to turn to when I need to get my mojo going. These are the songs that set the tone for those carnal and provocative scenes when I need to find just the right head space.
So here they are: my top five WICKED songs:
5. Closer by Kings of Leon https://youtu.be/yi6UQnsfcHs
4. Dark in my Imagination by of Verona https://youtu.be/gVzXzLytbb0
3. Closer by Nine Inch Nails https://youtu.be/PTFwQP86BRs
2. Flesh by Simon Curtis https://youtu.be/mEfKooMunLI
1. If I Were a Vampire by Marilyn Manson https://youtu.be/vNEdf-fHTM8
Was there ever any doubt that the number one spot would be a vampire song? I think not.
Share your favorite Wicked song in the comments below, and on November 1st, I’ll randomly choose one lucky commenter by random.org to receive a $5 Amazon Gift Card!
Don’t forget to check back on the first to see if you’ve won! Now on to your next stop on the hop.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Dozens of titles from your favorite authors are on sale from October 14-16, 2015. Annnd I’m so happy to offer for the first time since its release, Heat Rising, A KinKaid Wolf Pack Story reduced to $0.99. You can check them all out below. And remember, they're all ONLY 99 Pennies!
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Friday, October 2, 2015
REID’S DELIVERANCE, The Song #2
Release Date: 15 March 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Fantasy/Paranormal (contains erotic elements)
Tag: Can their bond withstand the test of time?
Blurb: Lauren isn't looking for love when she spends a scintillating night with Reid, the sexy keyboardist of Thane's Redemption. While their passion may be off the charts, her trust issues--and Reid's secret life as a time-traveling covert agent--makes any chance for a relationship impossible. When operatives involved in a mysterious project begin dying, Reid defies orders and travels alone into the future to find the cause. But when things go dangerously awry, it takes all of his strength to get himself back to safety--and directly onto Lauren's doorstep. While neither of them remembers their night of passion, their intense connection leads Lauren to help him. But as Reid's memories reignite, will he be forced to sacrifice everything to finish his mission--including the woman he loves?
About the Author: Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions -- the beach, a good glass of wine, date night with her own real-life hero and dancing. Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a "borrowing spree" in her older sister's bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel. Curiosity about people and places, including what's beyond the stars, fuels her writer's imagination. Let Nina's sensual contemporary stories and steamy paranormal tales feed your own addiction for love, romance, and happily ever after.
Prize one: Nina Crespo’s limited edition The Song Series charm set, eBook copy of Thane’s Redemption, The Song #1, 15.00 Amazon Gift Card and this necklace (Follow Nina on Amazon required)
Prize two: Signed copy of a book from Nina’s backlist, eBook of Thane’s Redemption, The Song #1, 10.00 Amazon GC
Prize three: 5.00 Amazon GC, eBook Thane’s Redemption, The Song #1
Prize four: eBook copy of Thane’s Redemption, The Song #1
Excerpt: Reid’s Deliverance, The Song #2
The lead singer of Thane’s Redemption jumped on stage. He grabbed the mic and blended his rich baritone with the edgy rock beat. Waves of sound filled The Song, and the packed audience of mostly women cheered. Up-tempo guitar riffs and pounding drums brought them to their feet. Lauren Blake danced. Audible sweetness and the dark-haired keyboardist intoxicated her. Muscles flexed underneath the clean-cut hottie’s navy button-down shirt. The rock and thrust of his jean-clad hips inspired fantasies of holding on for a sinful ride. As he played a rapidly building chord, he scanned the crowd. His gaze lingered where she jammed with Ari and Celine. Her heart rate ticked up. Silly, he’s not staring at you. Interacting with the crowd was part of the gig. The band launched into a cover of a popular song. Lauren plopped down in the curved, faux leather chair at the table. Celine sang the lyrics along with the band. Dark hair skimmed her shoulders as she shimmied to the beat. Finally, she was enjoying life. As Lauren fanned her face, she winked at Ari. Plum-colored lip tint complimented her friend’s light brown complexion along with her smile. “Mission accomplished.” Celine had given them hell about going out tonight. Still, they’d zipped her into a killer red dress and dragged her from the apartment. Her having a good time now made up for the massive attitude. Not to mention, she’d snagged Thane. The tall lead singer had a silky-looking mane most women would die for; a muscular build, and, from what she’d heard, mesmerizing golden eyes. He was the sexiest guy in the band. Well, one of the sexiest. Thane sat down on a stool center stage with an acoustic guitar. He dedicated the next song to Celine. The sensual rumba-styled melody captivated most of the women in the audience. The rest shot eye-daggers in their direction. Lauren flipped her hair and gave the haters pointed looks. Please. They needed to get over it. Celine more than deserved the attention. Lauren immersed herself in the lyrics. They were an invitation for one night of passion. The chords hummed through her veins. Images drifted in of the keyboardist wrapping her in his arms. His caresses floating over her. His wicked, tantalizing kisses weakening her knees. Prickles gathered along her spine. He looked her direction. Her face grew hot, and she squeezed her thighs together, quelling the ache. It was dumb to entertain the illusion, especially with her good-man indicator on the fritz. Hadn’t she learned her lesson after consistently picking out so many duds? Her handy hell-no list did ferret out the worst. Mama’s boys and cable sports junkies. In-between-jobs types who wanted to use her as their personal ATM. Commitment-phobes who didn’t “do” relationships. Courtesy of the last loser, double hell-no to self-centered pricks. No amount of talented cock could make up for pure asshole. And, of course, no heroes committed to protecting the world—military, police, not even those cute firemen at the local station. Nothing against dedication, but the sacrifices they made for their jobs ruined relationships. The ballad ended to thunderous applause. At the end of the show, a server dropped an envelope next to Celine. She opened it and pulled out three blue tickets. Ari’s brown eyes widened. Lights from the stage shimmered in her metallic top as she wiggled in her seat. “We’re going to the after-party!” “It’s late. I need to go home.” Celine shot up from her chair and rushed out. Bright fluorescents flickered, erasing the muted glow of bar neon. The Song transformed into gray walls, dark floors, and steel. The lingering crowd skirted past round, red tables littered with used glasses and crumpled napkins. “Shit.” Ari swept dark bangs into her short cut. “I thought we’d made a breakthrough. You know what this means—we have to convince her to go to the party and hook up with Thane.” “Nope.” Lauren finished the last of her tangy-sweet mangotini. “You heard her snap my head off earlier when I suggested she talk to that guy at the bar. I’m done with matchmaking. It’s your turn.” Ari sighed and grabbed her purse. “Wish me luck.” Lauren stood and picked up her green clutch. No need to hurry. She had the keys. Hopefully, World War III would end before she got to the car.
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Friday, August 21, 2015
There are only a few remaining weeks of summer, so grab this sexy shifter romance for your poolside reading now at a LIMITED time price of only $0.99!
Some bonds run soul deep
Eion Mandrake, wolf shifter and rising alpha, has a secret. The years he spent at school in Little Crow Pass, Wyoming wasn’t just for a typical high school education. He’d been sent to learn all he could about life as a human. What he wasn’t counting on was his best friend’s younger sister, Olivia Wilson. Somehow saving the little daredevil has forged a forbidden bond between them. Pack law dictates no shifter and human are allowed to mate, leaving Eion no choice. He has to leave Little Crow.
Twelve years later, Eion’s returned, and all he wants is to get in and get out of town as quickly as possible. Yet, the moment he runs into Olivia he realizes the bond he’s carried for the human has flamed into a forbidden love. One that’s burning hot and out of control.
Problem is, Olivia has a new man in her life—one she can count on to stick around. She’s doing her best to move forward and forget her childhood crush. However, Olivia needs Eion’s help, forcing her to allow him back into her life. But if Eion lowers the walls around his heart to become Olivia’s hero once again, it just might destroy both their worlds.
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Monday, July 27, 2015
Series: Deathmark #1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 25, 2015
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Print Length: 341 pages
Synopsis: Ollie Dormier's tattoos are deadly. She is a Scrivener—an employee for Death—and her skull tattoos mark her clients for their demise. She does her job, and she stays out of trouble. But when her hands start to burn hot and fierce, and her control goes leaping out the window, all hell breaks loose. Ollie is showing the early signs of being a Master...demonstrating power that is forbidden.
That power is exactly what Reaper Brent Hume is counting on. A hot, scruffy rebel, who does marvelous and terrifying things to Ollie's insides. Now he needs Ollie's help—and her skills—to overthrow the evil and corrupt Head Reaper. That is, if he can figure out a way to keep this hot-handed girl cool...and keep his hands off.
After raiding Lethe, the underground lair of the Head Reaper, Brent and I convened around a piping hot radiator in my livingroom. The temptation to sit on it and warm my buns was there, but I resisted. What was impossible to resist was standing side by side with Brent without touching. And the more we sought warmth, the closer we became. Too soon we were all but hugging in effort to regain our body heat.
Had he suggested removing our clothes, I would not have partaken. I would have liked to know what the rebel Brent Hume was like in the bedroom, but not right before Lethe, in Lethe, or after Lethe, and certainly not standing over a radiator, shivering ourselves silly.
My clicking teeth slowed as the radiator, and Brent’s body heat, melted a layer of ice on my clothing. “Did you... you get the Reaper’s name?”
He pulled down the collar of his shirt to expose a white notecard inside a plastic bag—the prize from Lethe. A name was scribbled on it, but from what I could see the writing had bled. Brent noticed a second after me.
“Mother fucker,” he groused. “The ink got wet.”
“Of course it did.” It was too much energy to roll my eyes. For now, I needed heat. Lots and lots of heat.
He held the baggie up to the overhead light. “I see a name. Baird.”
“Is that a last name or first? Is it a male or female? Who is it?” My shivering worsened my panic, which in turn worsened my shivering. “We did this all for nothing, didn’t we? Didn’t we?”
“Good Hades, calm down, Scrivener.” He turned from me when I tried to get a peek at the name through the soggy baggie. Not one to give him space, I went for it, using my own shivering to launch into the air. Quick as he was, he underestimated my determination. The baggie was in my hands before my feet touched the floor. Being short and swift was a fine offense against tall and slow.
“Hey!” he barked.
“It says Baird. It’s a last name.” I ducked when he reach around my shoulders, thwarting his effort to retrieve the baggy. “But I can’t read the first name. No knowing if it is a guy or gal.”
“Give it back.” Brent refused to continue reaching for the prize, as if little ol’ Olivia outplaying him was a front to his ego.
“I don’t know a Baird,” I said.
“Neither do I. This means I can’t just look the Reaper up and distract him or her like I had planned.”
“So I was right?” I dropped my arms to my sides as we faced each other, Brent looking as bewildered and broken as I felt.
I sighed to keep from breaking into tears. My shoulders and head felt heavy. The couch seemed a great place to throw myself down and let my emotions pour out. I would’ve found out, if Brent did rush at me and grab the baggie. There was only a small glimpse of his wicked smile before we found ourselves entangled, both vying for the prize. A moment after, I found out what it would be like to collapse onto the couch, only with the Eidolon, too, falling over top of me. The springs of the IKEA beast cringed from our weight.
Thoughts of Eve and the name Baird flitted away in exchange for one very real thing hovering above me.
I grew tense but hopeful when his eyes turned to my lips. I knew what that meant. Every woman did. However selfish and grossly out of place it was, I was okay with one kiss, more curious than frightened to discover what it is like to kiss an Eidolon who could drain my life. Perhaps my motivation was to ridicule Fate by kissing the lips of Death himself. Or maybe I was cold, tired, and downright horny.
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Abigail Baker shares her home with a Siamese cat endearingly named “The Other Cat” and two rescued mutts with mundane human names that people think are cute. In addition to writing about rebellious heroines, she enjoys hiking, discovering craft beers, baking the perfect vanilla bean cupcake, and rock climbing (going as far as scaling 800 vertical feet to the summit of Devil’s Tower National Monument in 2013).
Abigail won first place in RWA’s Golden Network’s 2011 Golden Pen in Paranormal Romance for Tattoo of Your Name Across My Soul, the book now known as The Reaper’s Kiss (Deathmark Book One). She regularly blogs about life observances at abigailbakerbooks.com, lives at the base of the Rocky Mountains, and can be easily found hiking any of Colorado’s best trails.a Rafflecopter giveaway
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
It’s time for a SALE at Entangled Publishing, and I’m so stoked for you guys that Undying Hunger has been included.
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