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Lucy March Invites You to Nodaway Falls

Lucy March

Lucy March’s  writing is delightful and delicious . . . Every word I devoured had me  craving more’ – Darynda Jones on A Little Night Magic

‘If you love True Blood, or find yourself constantly flicking over to the SyFy Channel, then this book is definitely for you. Part urban fantasy, part paranormal romance, all mixed together with a soft scoop of southern hospitality’ – Serendipity Reviews

Sometimes others say it best; hence the quotes!

Lucy March, who also answers to Lani Diane Rich, invites you to Nodaway Falls – where the five rules for living there involve things like friends, margaritas and magic.*

*We fell a little like we’re starring in Practical Magic 🙂


  1. Make Friends. In small towns like Nodaway Falls, community is everything. When you find yourself with sudden magical powers and no idea what to do, your friends will help you figure things out. And when they have no idea what’s going on, they’ll make margaritas. Either way, it’s a win.

  2. Expect the Unexpected. Magic is a volatile thing. People with power may think they have things under control, but they rarely do. This is true of both the good guys, and the bad. Be ready to roll with the punches and improvise your response. It’s a good idea to make friends with a local conjurer; potions may be unpredictable, but sometimes that works in your favor.

  3. Never Give Up. No matter what kind of dark force you might be facing, remember that you only lose if you quit. Sometimes, the best weapon in your arsenal against the big bad is tenacity. Remember, evil can get tired, too. If you can’t beat ’em, wear ’em down.

  4. Stop and Smell the Roses. Not everything in Nodaway Falls is about fighting evil. You can find some of the world’s best waffles at Crazy Cousin Betty’s, and if you’re into the whole dive bar thing, there’s some seriously adequate booze waiting for you at Happy Larry’s. Spend the night at Grace and Addie’s flowerful bed and breakfast, and check out Addie’s replica Julia Child kitchen in the antique store. When you pass by the bank, see if you can spy the dings in the brick caused by the magical pool balls that Amber Dorsey threw at Frankie Biggs. And be sure to visit our beautiful town square; it’s the site of more magical events per square foot than any other place in the continental U.S. We’re having a plaque made.

  5. Set Aside Time for Romance. Despite the danger – or, maybe, because of it – romance tends to blossom in our fair town. We don’t know if it’s the cozy village atmosphere, our babbling brook that is technically a waterfall (giving us our town name) or all the near-death experiences brought on by magical brouhahas, but whatever it is, Nodaway Falls brings a lot of couples together. Then rips them apart. Then gets them back together again. Hey. We wouldn’t want things to get boring, now would we?

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The Keri Arthur and Maria Lewis Chat

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Join Keri Arthur – of Riley Jensen, Dark Angels, Souls of Fire and Outcast series fame – and Maria Lewis – the debut author behind Tommi Grayson in the Who’s Afraid? series – as they talk about everything from boobies to kangaroos (they’re Australian) to books for #WelcomeToMyWorld.

Be prepared to be entertained and enlightened. We love these two, strong women and their progressive portrayal of women in their novels.


Maria Lewis

Alright, Kezz Dawg! What’s going on? How’s your day? What adventures have you been up to? How’s the resident kangaroo that lives in your backyard.


Keri Arthur

The day involved breast swashing – had to go get the boobies scanned. After than delight, I’ve been writing a story I’m planning to self-publish while the brain is mulling over the new fantasy novel. As for the kangaroo, haven’t sighted him. Maybe the poor sucker drowned in all the water we have lying about (in and out of the house) What about yourself? Met anyone interesting of late?


Keri Arthur

I hope you’re working on the next wolf novel!


Maria Lewis

Hahaha, I love that we’re two minutes into this conversation and tits have already come up. But that’s important yo, get your boobs checked! Know your body! R.I.P Kezza’s backyard kangaroo, hope he’s out there somewhere and doing okay.


Maria Lewis

As for interesting people, I’m interviewing Tilda Swinton on Friday and so bloody excited because she’s an immortal goddess.

Would it be weird if I ask her to adopt me? I’m gonna do it.


Keri Arthur

I know too many people with breast cancer not to get the boobies checked! The roo is probably harassing the girls up on the hill – it is coming into breeding season, after all 🙂 Tilda Swinton!? Colour me jealous. Care for an older sibling who also needs adoption?


Keri Arthur

Also, I currently have a fantasy novel out on submission – keeping the fingers crossed for that one, as I think it’s the best thing I’ve written (though I would think that, of course) 😉

And you didn’t answer my question about the next (3rd) wolf book!


Maria Lewis

A whole novel, oh boy! Can you give us any teasers as to what it’s about?


Keri Arthur

Only if you tell me there’s a third damn wolf book. I mean, play fair here!


Maria Lewis

Haha and sorry, didn’t mean to avoid the question. Who’s Afraid Too? is about to drop in January so I’m gearing up for trying to get it out there as hard as I can and YES! There is a third wolf book (official title now). It’s called Who’s Still Afraid? and it’s written, with the publishers and waiting for the first round of copy edits. The fourth book is done too – tentatively titled I Still Know Who’s Definitely Afraid Last Summer? – so just got the fifth and final one to complete, but I’m trying to take a wee break from werewolves right now.


Keri Arthur

I love the movie title play on the 4th book. Awesome that you’ve 4 done already – now we just need Piatkus to release them quicker :). What are you playing with right now if not werewolves?


Maria Lewis

Trying to write a crime novel instead, just for shits and giggles.


Keri Arthur

Crime is hard. Tried it. Failed. Things that go bump in the night kept interfering.


Maria Lewis

It is tricky, I’ve found it hard because the story – which would be a trilogy of books – is set in the US and there’s a lot of detail and specifics that I need to get my head around, so been doing a lot of interviews with FBI Agents and reading procedural manuals. I’m enjoying it so far though, I started my career as a crime reporter at the local newspaper so have always had an interest in that area and wanted to delve in a fictional regard (as opposed to non-fiction).


Maria Lewis

And re: your fantasy novel out on submission, it must feel amazing to have literally dozens of urban fantasy and genre books out there in the world but feel like your best is still in front of you. That’s so exciting to hear, as someone who is a fan of your work and who has watched with joy as you bust down doors and break through glass ceilings like Riley Jenson ;o)


Keri Arthur

At least you’ve got some history in crime reporting, but setting it in the US is hard, especially since everything is very different, be it law or even language usage.

Riley will always have a special place in my heart. Not only was she my first major success, but she certainly proved that stories can be set in Melbourne and have mass appeal!

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Maria Lewis

Oh man, you’re so right – just the nitty gritty on a trial scene has required so much research and I’m so finicky about getting details accurate. Usually whenever I’m stuck in uncertain territory I make sure I have some skilled proofreaders that either work in those areas and know it well. And just quietly, I think Riley is a hero for alotta and she encapsulates all the things I love with urban fantasy women: she’s strong physically and emotionally, driven, has sexual agency and compassionate.


Maria Lewis

Mind you, I gotta say Tig has fast become my favourite of your characters I think. Absolutely love her and her empathy! She felt like such a blast of fresh air and the thing that makes her so tough and memorable is her kindness. I love that.


Keri Arthur

I think it’s worth the time to get the details right, tho, otherwise you’ll just piss off readers. Never a good thing to do. As for Riley . . . she’s a woman not afraid of her sexuality, and not willing to take shit from a man. It’s a message we need to get out there more! Glad you enjoyed Tig. She caused me so many problems initially – refused to talk to me for a good two or more years after I’d gotten 80 pages into her story.


Maria Lewis

So true! I mean, no matter how hard you try or how long it takes there will always be something wrong but I think one aspect of our job as writers is to make sure that happens as rarely as possible. I LOVE TIG. Been so long since I’ve become as obsessed with a character as I am with her and really hanging out for the second book in that series.


Maria Lewis

Also, figured we’ve done this for about an hour and covered boobs to books, shall we wrap up?


Keri Arthur

If you smile nicely, I might just send you an ARC . . .


Maria Lewis



Maria Lewis

Here’s my smile!


Keri Arthur



For one week only you can get the first in Keri’s Riley Jensen series for £1.99.




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And keep an eye out for her next book in the Outcast series, Winter Halo, coming this December.

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#WelcomeToMyWorld – The Larissa Ione Giveaway

It’s time for our Day Four #WelcomeToMyWorld Giveaway. Today we’re offering one lucky winner the chance to win the first three books in Larissa Ione‘s Demonica series!

‘. . .a hospital that specialises in patching up demons is turned upside down when a half-human slayer is brought in for treatment’

That was enough to sell us on this series, but that’s just one line on Pleasure Unbound.

Larissa Ione

To enter our giveaway, simply fill in your name and address below and press enter. The giveaway is open worldwide and closes at midnight on 27th October. Don’t forget to read the full terms and conditions here.



Elle Kennedy’s Five Rules to Surviving as an Outlaw

Elle Kennedy

So, we’ve already mentioned that the fabulous Elle Kennedy, author of the Off-Campus and Killer Instinct series, has created a whole new world in her Outlaw series. A world we summed up with ‘Dystopia world. Wild, wild West. Hot!’ But Elle, being a little more eloquent than us, has gone the extra mile and given us the five rules we’ll need to survive as OUTLAWS. We’re so going on the lam!


After a decimating global war, the world finds itself in chaos. You’re either a civilian living inside the government-run city where life is secure but your future is decided for you, or you’re an OUTLAW – living in the wild ruins, forging for your own way in a land where tomorrow isn’t promised.

But if you want to be an outlaw, there are some things you need to remember . . .


  1. You can’t survive out here on your own, but don’t align yourself with people you can’t trust. Trust is something you shouldn’t give easy.


  1. Watch your back and the backs of the people you’re with. They’ll be watching yours.


  1. Always be aware of your surroundings. You never know what’s around the corner.


  1. Nothing comes free in this land. You contribute to the community if you’ve got one, or you barter and trade with what you’ve got. Supplies, skills, sexual favors – whatever you’re willing to give.


  1. At the end of the day, do whatever it takes to survive.


We’re sold!

Book three in the Outlaws series will be out in November, so there’s still time to get caught up on the series and Claimed, Book 1, is

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MaryJanice Davidson’s Top Five What The *!@#? Moments from the Undead Series

Undead and Done

Ah, MaryJanice Davidson, how we love your books, your humour, your Betsy and Sink Lair, your love of shoes . . . Christine Feehan had it right when she called you, ‘Wicked fun.’ The Undead series, which comes to a close with Undead and Done (see what she did there), has made us laugh, fall in love, laugh some more and go: ‘What!?!?!?!!!!!’. And for the big closing number, plus #WelcomeToMyWorld, MaryJanice is sharing the moments when the Undead crew blew even her out of the water. Warning, if you’re new to the series, there are a couple spoilers here, plus read all the way to the bottom to discover our special deal.


What, just five? I could have done thirty of these. Literally thirty, I try to put at least two in every book, and this last book is #15, Undead and Done, and 15 x 2 = 30, so when you pick up one of my books, you get a lot of laughs and also math. But in the interest of time, and spoilers, here are my top five. Also: spoilers! (Seriously, spoilers. Do not cry to me about spoilers after you read an article whose entire purpose is to discuss spoilers. I will lose it. LOSE IT.)

  • Elizabeth “Betsy” Taylor wakes up dead. Yep, things got busy quickly in the very first book, chapter one, page one: a recently fired administrative assistant wakes up as the queen of the vampires. She was different pretty much immediately, and not just because she loved shoes and hated tact: she wasn’t bitten and turned, she was run over (by a Pontiac Aztec) and woke up in the funeral home. And wasn’t happy about it – besides the obvious, she was wearing someone else’s knock-off shoes and terrible make-up (fair-skinned blondes can’t pull off orange blush). Things went downhill from there.


  • Sinclair is the Book of the Dead. Eric Sinclair, king of the vampires, is devoted to Betsy and though it was love at first sight for him, it took his bride a while longer to come around. (That whole “you tricked me into marrying you, asshat!” thing, doncha know.) And the Book of the Dead is this terrible book accurately professing the future of vampires in general and Betsy in particular. Not only can Betsy not get rid of the thing (she pitched it into the Mississippi River; UPS brought it back), she goes temporarily insane if she reads it too long (like DVR instructions) and it’s made of human skin, written in blood. We find out when Betsy ends up in the future that not only is Horrible Future Betsy running the world 500 years from now, she’s the author of The Book, and it’s written on Eric Sinclair’s skin. And speaking of time travel . . .


  • Betsy accidentally changes the timeline. Our girl wasn’t having any of that “turning my husband into a creepy gross book sometime between the present and five centuries from now” nonsense and somehow (even she’s vague on the details) changed the timeline so it wouldn’t happen. When she got back to her present, her previously unhappily single best friend was living with a cop and joyfully pregnant with twins, and Christian Louboutin never existed in this timeline. Paradise on the one hand, agony on the other. And speaking of agony . . .


  • Betsy kills the devil. So, there’s that. Also, Betsy’s sister is the Anti-Christ. Ooh, and her roommate Marc was an evil vampire in the future, but a suicidal zombie in the new-and-improved timeline present. It was a whole thing. Several things, in fact. And speaking of several things . . .


  • Betsy becomes the new devil (or as her name tag proclaims her, “Hello, my name is Satan 2.0“), and the Mall of America is the new Hell. Because when you’re out of work, sometimes you have to take someone else’s job, I guess?


These five things all took place between books 1 and 14, so you know what that means: that despite all the above insanity, there’s still more to come in the final book, Undead and DoneWhat? You didn’t think I’d save some of the best stuff for last?

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Plus, did you know that we’ve also published MaryJanice’s new series Danger, Sweetheart, as well as her Fred the Mermaid series and that the first book in that series, Sleeping with the Fishes is just £1.99 in the UK for the week?

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#WelcomeToMyWorld – The Elle Kennedy Giveaway

Day Three of #WelcomeToMyWorld and we have an Elle Kennedy giveaway for you! That’s right the author behind the Off-Campus and Killer Instinct series has created a whole new world in her Outlaws series.

Dystopian world. Wild, wild West. Hot! Need we say more?

Elle Kennedy

To enter our giveaway, simply fill in your name and address below and press enter. The giveaway is open to UK residents only and closes at midnight on 26th October. Don’t forget to read the full terms and conditions here.

Exclusive Scene from Suzanne Wright!

Suzanne Wright

It’s Day Two of #WelcomeToMyWorld and the treats keep coming! We’ve had an exclusive excerpt from J. R. Ward’s Blood Vow, the superhero chat with Jayne Ann Krentz and Emma Jane Holloway and giveaways over on Facebook. Now we have an exclusive scene from Suzanne Wright, author of the Dark in You series!!!!

Come join Harper and Knox at Grandma Jolene’s Halloween party!


It was quite a sight. The streamers and banners fluttered with the breeze. Pumpkins lined the path, and fake tombstones, and dismembered limbs were strewn across the lawn. Knox could hear the music and laughter from there. Not his scene at all. But somewhere inside was his mate, who was deliberately ignoring his calls.

“Look on the bright side,” said Keenan, his sentinel. “She could be dressed in a slutty maid uniform. They’re always fun.”

Reaching the porch, Knox looked carefully at the life-size Grim Reaper near the door, not trusting that it was simply a prop. Imps took delight in tormenting people. Keeping a wary eye on the reaper, Knox pressed the bell, and a bloodcurdling scream sounded from nowhere. He didn’t jump. Not even when plastic spiders rained down on them. But his heartbeat did kick up just a little—something he’d take to his grave.

The door opened, and a woman in a Maleficent outfit grinned at them. “Knox, always a pleasure,” said Jolene, Harper’s grandmother. She frowned at Keenan, who was frantically batting nonexistent spiders from his head. “You got them all, sweetie. Now come on inside.”

Knox walked into the house, squinting to see through the smoke. “Is this courtesy of Martina?” Harper’s aunt lived to set shit on fire.

“No, just a smoke machine. Martina’s over there.” Jolene gestured to a zombie showgirl who was doing the Cancan dance while a bunch of imps cheered her on.

“Where’s Harper?” The sooner he found her and got out of there, the better.

“Somewhere inside. Go one through.”

The smells of candy, popcorn, hairspray, and cookies scented the air. Lots of people gathered around the hall, talking, drinking, and laughing; all were dressed in Halloween costumes. Some outfits were good, like the Edward Scissorhands costume and the weird yet creepy scarecrow getup. Other outfits were clearly DIY, like the guy wearing a red cardboard ‘Kissing Booth’ . . . who, Knox quickly realized with a frown, happened to be Tanner—one of his sentinels and Harper’s bodyguard.

Bemused, Knox walked over to him. “You dressed up?”

Tanner’s cheeks flushed. “This is Jolene’s doing.” The hellhound took a swig from his bottle of beer. “I’m just being a good sport.”

“Huh,” said Keenan. “How busy is your booth?”

Tanner spared an approaching hellcat a longing glance and said, “Not busy enough.”

Devon sidled up to Knox, fingers digging into her hair. “This wig itches like crazy.” Her Medusa dress rustled as she gestured down the hallway. “I’m pretty sure Harper’s in the living room.” She spun with a hiss when Tanner tugged on her wig.

Tanner just smiled. “Such a cranky kitty.”

She scowled. “Don’t you have some bones to bury?”

Leaving Keenan to try to stop the two from arguing, Knox stalked down the hallway and peeked into the living area. There was no sign of Harper. There was, however, an imp singing Ghostbusters to his hedgehog on the Karaoke. And that wasn’t weird at all.

Spotting Harper’s cousin, Ciaran, dressed in a Where’s Waldo costume, Knox headed over. “Where’s Harper?”

Ciaran smiled. “Happy Halloween to you too. She was in the dining room last time I saw her.”

Turning, Knox strode out of the room. As he ducked to avoid a fake spider web, he almost crashed into a little girl.

She waved up at him, her smile angelic. “Hi, Knox!”

“Heidi, you look . . .” Like a creepy kid ghost from a scary movie. “Cute.” Her hair had been backcombed, her face was white with black smears under her eyes, and she was carrying a headless doll.

“Grandma Jolene did my make-up,” she said proudly. “Want some candy?” She pointed to the dining area, where there was a table filled with novelty candy, ghost-shaped cookies, sandwiches, popcorn, and pumpkin pie.

“No, thanks. I’m looking for Harper.”

“She’s in the kitchen.”

“Thank you.” Knox held out his hand. “I’m going to need my wallet back.”

Grumbling something under her breath, the little pickpocket handed it over.

With a nod of thanks, Knox headed to the kitchen. There was yet again no sign of Harper. As he got a good look at the guy in the Mad Hatter costume, he couldn’t help but think that it was the right choice of outfit. Knox inclined his and greeted, “Lou.”

The devil grinned. “Surprised to see you here. How come you didn’t dress up?”

“Because I’m not eight. Have you seen Harper?”

“She went outside with her friend.” Lou popped a jelly eyeball in his mouth. “You got her pregnant yet?”

Knox sighed. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“All I want is your solid oath to name your first born son after me.”

“It’s not going to happen, Lou, let it go.” As a motion-activated hand scuttled across the floor, Knox moved aside, almost bumping into a guy wearing a hospital gown complete with a plastic bare ass. As Lou picked up the electronic hand and started using it to fondle the plastic ass, Knox stalked out of the kitchen and into the backyard.

And there was his mate, sitting on a hay bale with her friend. They both looked up at him, Harper shot him a bright smile. With that, his frustration eased away.

Raini, who was dressed as Harley Quinn, gave him a quick wave and retreated inside.

Taking Harper’s hand, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard. “You taste like candy apples.” He skimmed his hands up her bare arms, which were chilled by the breeze.

She frowned, smoothing a hand down his shirt. “You didn’t dress up.”

“You did,” he said, studying the beige dress that had stitch marks, patches, and a red heart on it. “But I can’t work out what you’re supposed to be.”

“Duh, a voodoo doll.”

“Ah, I see it now.” He kissed her again, ending it with a punishing nip to her lower lip. “You didn’t answer your phone.”

“You tried calling me?” She blinked, all innocence. “There’s a lot of noise in there.”

“You were hiding from me. I’ve no idea why. You knew I’d come for you.”

She shrugged. “Hiding from you was really the only way to get you to come inside.”

“Sneaky.” He cupped her hips. “Tell me you’re ready to leave.”

“We haven’t gone out to terrorize all the trick-or-treaters yet.”

“I want to take you home.” He slid his hands down to cup her ass. “There are a lot of things I want to do to you, and I can’t do any of them here.”

“Stop using your sex voice.”

He kissed, licked, and bit her neck, knowing how sensitive it was. “Come home with me.”

“But it’s early.”

“You love me, right?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Then come with me.”

“But I haven’t—” She froze, brow furrowing. “Is that… is that Lou singing Tina Turner’s What’s Love Got to Do with It? on the karaoke?”

Knox gave her a faint smile. “Yep. And if the whistles and catcalls are anything to go by, he’s dancing and possibly even stripping. I think we both know that Baby Got Back will be next.”

She groaned. “Let’s just go.”

“If you insist.”


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The Superpower Chat with Emma Jane Holloway and Jayne Ann Krentz

All this talk of Fantasy and Paranormal meant we had to have the superpower chat – which would you have – and we got our authors involved. We asked Emma Jane Holloway and Jayne Ann Krentz what they would pick; in their answers you just might learn something about the life of an author. 

Emma Jane Holloway:

I would love to have the ability to make time stand still so that I could get more done in a day. Who hasn’t wished for a few extra hours just for themselves? I could spend hours reading a book. I could take a long, luxurious bath. If I really felt like it, I could even fit in some of those nice-to-do tasks like actually organising vacation photos instead of creating a black hole of chaos on my desk. Best if all, everyone else on the planet would be frozen in time and not giving me more work to do before I caught up. Then, with a snap of my fingers, I would restart the day – and I would be perfectly organised, perfectly calm, and without a hair out of place.

Readers, if you had the ability to squeeze in an extra hour in the day, what would you do?


Jayne Ann Krentz:

My superpower would be the ability to maintain a neat and tidy office while writing a book.  By the time I finish a manuscript my office area always looks like a whirlwind hit it.



We thought long and hard about this, some of us were inspired by Jayne and Emma, dreaming of tidy desks, being on top of everything at all times . . .

Some of us proved we’re readaholics: ‘If we could control time we could speed things up so we never have to wait for the next book. You know the one, the book that turns you into an online stalker, desperate to see if publication date is coming closer; I mean it could happen, right?

While one of us (we won’t name any names), just couldn’t resist dreams of strapping on her/his Wonder Woman underwear and taking to the skies to battle Aries and his evil minions.



Which superpower would you choose?



Emma Jane Holloway is the author of The Baskerville Affair series, which follows Evelina Cooper, the niece of the great Sherlock Holmes and holder of illegal magic.

Check out her first novel:

A Study in Silks

A Study in Silks

In a Victorian era ruled by a Council of ruthless steam barons, mechanical power is the real monarch, and sorcery the demon enemy of the Empire. Nevertheless, the most coveted weapon is magic that can run machines – something Evelina has secretly mastered. But rather than making her fortune, her special talents could mean death or an eternity as a guest of Her Majesty’s secret laboratories. What’s a polite young lady to do but mind her manners and pray she’s never found out?

But then there’s that murder. As Sherlock Holmes’s niece, Evelina should be able to find the answers, but she has a lot to learn. And the first decision she has to make is whether to trust the handsome, clever rake who makes her breath come faster, or the dashing trick rider who would dare anything for her if she would only just ask . . .


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Jayne Ann Krentz, also know as Amanda Quick and Jayne Castle, writes romantic suspense, historical romance and futuristic/paranormal romantic-suspense. No matter what genre she’s writing in her books are always a treat!

Check out the first in her Rainshadow Island series:

The Lost Night

The Lost NightEven the mysterious world of Harmony has people who don’t quite fit in. They’re drawn to places like Rainshadow Island, a beautiful sanctuary where anyone can feel safe – and where secrets are closely guarded. Schooled in an exotic form of martial arts and with the ability to detect the auras of dangerous psychic criminals, Rachel Bonner and her dust bunny companion have found peace and quiet on Rainshadow Island, operating a bookstore and café. But her tranquil new life is thrown into chaos when Harry Sebastian, the descendant of a notorious pirate, arrives to investigate strange developments in the privately owned woods known as the Preserve.

Immediately drawn to the amber-eyed woman, Harry must tread carefully. While Rachel’s special talents can help him track down dangerous rogues who have violated the Preserve, they can also sense the heart of darkness within him. But desire can weaken the strongest of defenses – and leave even the strongest man wanting more . . .

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Exclusive Early Excerpt from J. R. Ward’s BLOOD VOW

Blood Vow

We’re kicking off #WelcomeToMyWorld with an exclusive, early excerpt from J. R. Ward’s Blood Vow. Rhage and Mary and Bitty are all back!


Trainees  at the Black Dagger Brotherhood’ training centre continue to prepare  for the fight against the Lessening Society, but fighting is the last  thing on Axe’s mind. Still plagued with the guilt of his father’s death,  the brooding loner finds himself battling an unlikely attraction to  Peyton’s bright, aristocratic cousin, Elise.

Elise feels it too – and when the two are thrown together in unusual circumstances Elise must decide whether she can trust Axe to help her uncover the mystery  surrounding her sister’s death.

Meanwhile, Mary and Rhage are in the process of adopting Bitty, a young pretrans orphan, until the  appearance of a young male claiming to be Bitty’s blooded uncle threatens to tear the new family apart.



The Black Dagger Brotherhood Mansion

“So what is that?”

As Rhage’s daughter piped up, he froze with his gun halfway into his under-arm holster. For a split second, he decided to pretend that he hadn’t heard her—but that was going to get him nowhere. In the two months or so that he and Mary had had Bitty, they’d both learned that she was smart as a whip and tenacious as flypaper.

Ordinarily, he got a kick out of those two defining characteristics. When it came to describing the technical specs of a forty-caliber killing weapon to his thirteen-year-old? Pass. He wished she had an empty skull and ADD.

“Ah . . .”

He glanced into the mirror over the bureau, hoping against hope that she had moved on to something, anything else. Nope. Bitty was sitting on his and Mary’s new bed, the one in the third-floor suite that Trez had graciously moved out of so the three of them could have adjoining rooms. The girl was way on the small side, her skinny arms and legs the kind of thing that made him want to move to the tropics instead of live in Upstate New Freezing-Fucking-Cold. Hell, even under a body weight’s worth of fleece, she seemed fragile.

But the oh, dainties ended right there. Her brown eyes were direct as an adult’s, old as a mountain range, keen as an eagle’s. Her dark hair was thick and shiny, falling past her shoulders, nearly the exact color of Mary’s. And her aura, her . . . whatever, life force, spirit, soul . . . was as tangible as her physical form seemed almost transient.

He took pride in the fact that the longer she stayed with them, the more she was emerging. Not like a flower.

Like a fucking oak.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut that didn’t mean he wanted to get into the nitty gritty of his job killing lessers with her.

And nope. Really not interested in the whole birds-and-bees talk, either. At least they had another twelve years or so to prepare for that.

“Father?” she prompted.

Rhage closed his eyes. Okay, so every time she called him that, his heart got too big for his chest and this unreal, won-the-lottery feeling sunrised all over him. It took him back to right after he and Mary had been mated and he’d gotten to call her shellan for the first time.

Pure, full-bore awesomeness.

“What is it?” Bitty prompted.

That happy pink bubblegum glow faded as he seated the gun and clipped its strap over the butt. “It’s a weapon.”

“I know—it’s a gun. But what kind?”

“A Smith and Wesson forty.”

“How many bullets are in it?”

“Enough.” He picked up his leather jacket and smiled. “Hey, you ready for movie night when I get home?”

“Why don’t you want to tell me about your gun?”

Because if you’re the audience, I can’t separate what I do with it from a discussion of its specs. “It’s just not all that interesting.”

“It’s what keeps you alive, though, right?” The little girl’s eyes locked on the black daggers that were holstered on his chest, handles down. “Like your knives.”

“Among other things.”

“So that’s interesting. To me, at least.”

“Look, how ’bout we talk about this when your mom and I are both here? You know, like, later tonight.”

“But how do I know you’ll come home safe?”

Rhage blinked. “I am never not coming back to you and Mary.”

“What if you die, though?”

His first thought was:


His Mary, as a trained therapist—who had treated Z with all his demons, for godsakes—could deal with this so much better than some meathead fighter like him could. But his shellan was at Safe Place, working, and he didn’t feel right about calling and possibly interrupting her with anything other than an arterial bleed or a house fire. Zombie apocalypse. H-bomb behind the compound.

And fine, maybe if they were out of cheesecake.

Except he needed to man up. What was going down right now? This was Father Shit, and not only had he signed up for exactly these kinds of hard conversations when he and Mary had started the adoption process, he really didn’t want to admit this early that he couldn’t handle the job.

Okay, note to self: Find an online course on being a father. Surely there had to be a curriculum for this kind of thing.

“I’m just worried,” she said. “It’s scary for me, okay?”

Jesus, it was scary for him, too. He had so much more to lose with her in his life.

Rhage went over and knelt down. Bitty had tucked her arms around herself and her eyes were steady as if she were not going to accept a load of bullcrap.

Opening his mouth, he . . .

Closed it. And wondered what he needed to do to jump-start his brain. Maybe bang it into a wall?

“You know my car?” he heard himself say.

As Bitty nodded, he had an image of Puskar Nepal–ing himself until he passed the fuck out from foot-to-forehead contact: Of all the things for his subconscious, or whatever was running his program, to spit out, he led with his GTO?

“Well, you know when I was teaching you to drive?”

Yeah, Bits, right before those kids attacked Mary and you found out that I have a dragon for an alter ego? Har-har, good times, good times.

God, he wanted to throw up.

As she nodded again, he said, “You remember when you were figuring out the gears and the steering wheel and the brakes? Going back and forth, again and again, until you could get it right?”


“You know how I drive that car?”

“Oh, yes.” Now, she smiled. “Fast. Very fast and fun. It’s like a rocket.”

“So, someday, you’re going to drive her just as well as I do. You’re going to know where the gears are by feel, and you’re going to work the clutch and the gas without thought. And if someone swerves in front of you, you’re going to react so quick and so sure, you’re not going to be aware of even thinking about it. If somebody slams on the brakes, you’re going to shift lanes instinctually. You’re going to feel the tires hydroplaning on the highway in the rain and you’re going to know to slow up on the gas, but not hit the brakes. And all of that is going to happen because you’re going to practice, practice, practice on a car that is kept in tip-top shape.”

“I’m going to practice. So I drive better.”

“Right. Even if the people around you drive dangerously, you’re going to be aware and focused and trained to deal with whatever comes at you.” He put his palm over his daggers, over his heart. “I have been out there fighting for a century, Bitty. And everything I take with me into the field—the weapons, the gear, the support in the form of my brothers—all of it is engineered to keep me safe. Is it a perfect system? No. But it’s the best it gets, I promise you that.”

Bitty’s arms uncoiled and she looked down. The pink and green bracelet on her wrist was made out of faceted beads that sparkled like real gems. Moving the thing around and around, she took a deep breath.

“Are you . . . good at it? I mean, the fighting?”

God, he wished he was an accountant. He really did. Because if he were some pocket-protector’d numbers cruncher, he wouldn’t be having to tell an innocent that he excelled at killing things.

“Are you?” she prompted.

“I’m very good at keeping myself and my brothers safe. I’m so good at it, they’re having me teach younger people how to do it.”

She nodded once again. “That’s what they were saying. At Last Meal the other night. I heard people talking about you and the other Brothers teaching people.”

“That’s where I’m heading right now. While you hang here with Bella and Nalla, I’m meeting the trainee class out in Caldwell to show them how to stay safe.”

Bitty tilted her head, her brown hair cascading over her shoulder. And he let her stare at him for as long as she wanted. If that made him a little late to work, who cared.

“You must be really good at it to be a teacher.”

“I am. I swear to you, Bitty. I am effective and I take no more chances than I absolutely have to in order to get my job done.”

“And the beast will keep you safe, won’t he.”

Rhage nodded. “You better believe it. You saw him. You know what he’s like.”

She smiled, sunshine replacing the worry. “He likes me.”

“He loves you. But he doesn’t love people who get aggressive with me.”

“That makes me feel better.”

“Good.” He put his palms up, and as she high-fived him, he said, “You’re never going to be alone, Bitty. I promise you.”

In that moment, as he sought to relieve any and all of her anxiety— and his own, for that matter—he nearly came out with the one thing Bitty didn’t know about her adoptive parents. Yes, her new old man had a dragon living under his skin, but her new mom had an even fancier secret.

Mary was a unique flavor of immortal. Thanks to the Scribe Virgin— and this remained true even though V’s mahmen was no longer in charge—Mary did not age, and could choose when she went unto the Fade. It was a gift beyond measure, insulating this family in ways that other people’s weren’t.

Except Rhage stayed quiet on that front. Even though the knowledge might have helped Bitty in the moment, he really felt like it was Mary’s information to share, not his.

“You’re never going to be alone, Bitty,” he repeated. “I swear to you.”


As Mary sat behind her desk at Safe Place, she put her bag down and shrugged out of her parka. Extending her arm, she pulled the sleeve of her turtleneck up and smiled at the pink and green bracelet that twinkled at her wrist.

She and Bitty had made matching ones the other night, the pair of them sitting at Fritz’s kitchen table in the mansion, a jewelry-making kit spread out everywhere, a huge array of clear plastic boxes holding a rainbow’s worth of iridescent beads. They had talked about nothing and everything, and greeted each person who came in, and split a bag of Combos and a Mountain Dew. They had also made a necklace for Rhage, a different-colored bracelet for Lassiter, and braid for Nalla to play with. And even Boo had come over and curled up to watch, the black cat’s green eyes inspecting everything.

In a mansion full of priceless stuff? That time together had been the most precious, irreplaceable thing.

Looking across her desk, Mary reached out and picked up a photograph of Bitty from two weeks before, when the little girl had been taking selfies with Rhage’s phone. Bit was making a crazy face, her dark hair back-brushed until she looked like something out of an eighties glam metal band.

And in fact, Lassiter was over on the left, doing his best Nikki Sixx impression.

Unexpected tears pricked Mary’s eyes. In all her life, she had never expected to be a woman who had pictures of a daughter at her work desk. Nah, that hypothetical, blessed, stranger of a person, that lucky female who had a husband and a family, and holidays to look forward to, and homemade things on her wrist? That had always been someone else, a stranger whose reality was something you watched on TV or saw in Maytag ads or overheard at the table next door in a restaurant.

While you were eating alone.

Mary Luce was the nurse to an ailing mother who had died horribly and too young. Mary Luce was the cancer survivor left infertile after chemo. Mary Luce was the ghost on the fringes, the shadow that passed unnoticed through a room, an allegory of where you didn’t want to end up.

Except life had corkscrewed on her in the best of all possible ways. Now? She was exactly where she had never even dared to dream of being.

And yup, this unexpected destiny came with a not-too-small dose of PTSD. Hell, sometimes, when she woke up next to her gorgeous vampire of a husband? And especially now, when she tiptoed into another bedroom to check on Bitty at nightfall? She expected to wake up, back in her nightmare of a real life.

But no, she thought as she put the picture down. This was the real stuff. Here and now was the story she was living.

And it was . . . amazing. So full of love, family, and happiness that it felt as though the sun lived in the center of her chest.

They were all survivors, her, Rhage, and Bitty. She of her illness. Rhage of the curse he had to live with. Bitty of the unimaginable domestic abuse she and her mahmen had suffered at the hands of her birth father. The three of their lives had started to intersect here, at Safe Place, when Bitty and her mahmen had come in seeking shelter. And then Bitty’s mother had died, leaving her an orphan.

The opportunity to take the girl in had seemed too good to be true. It still did, sometimes.

If they could just get through this six-month waiting period, the adoption would be final and Mary could take a deep breath. At least there were no relatives coming forward. Even though Bitty had talked initially about some uncle, her mother had never mentioned having a brother or disclosed anything about any blood relations, either during intake or in subsequent therapy sessions. Notices posted on closed Facebook and Yahoo groups had yielded nothing so far.

God willing, it would stay that way.

On that note, Mary signed in to the computer network, her heart starting to bang in her ribs, a sick flush blooming in her body. As social media aficionados went, she was below amateur status, the anti-Kardashian—and yet every night, but only once a night, she hopped onto Facebook.

And prayed she found nothing.

The FB group she checked was one specifically devoted to vampires, its closed roster restricted to members of the species. Created by V after the raids, moderated by Fritz’s staff, the clearinghouse was an opportunity for folks to connect about anything from safe-house locations—always in code—to garage sales.

Scanning the posts in the last twenty-four hours, she exhaled in a rush. Not at thing.

The relief made her office spin around—at least until she went to check the Yahoo group. Recipe for Crock-Pot. Knitting group having a meeting . . . snowblower for sale . . . question about where to get a computer fixed . . .

Also nothing.

“Thank you, God,” she whispered as she put another small check on her wall calendar.

Almost to the end of December, which meant they were nearly two whole months down. By May? They could move forward.

As her heart shifted out of tachycardia, she wondered how in the hell she was going to face this IT gauntlet another hundred and thirty times or so. But she had no other choice. The good news was that she was able to stick to this once-and-only-once-a-night check. Otherwise she’d be on her damn phone every fifteen minutes.

She had to be fair, though, to whoever else might be out there. Extinguishing parental rights in blood relations was serious business, and with no modern precedents in the vampire race to follow, she, Marissa, as head of Safe Place, Wrath, the Blind King, and Saxton, the King’s head counsel, had had to devise a procedure that provided an adequate notice period.

Emotions did not have waiting periods, however, and moms and dads who loved their kids couldn’t toggle back the speed of their hearts.

As if Marissa could read minds, the female put her head in the open doorway. “Anything?”

Mary smiled at her boss and her dear friend. “Nothing. I swear, I have never been more excited for May to get here.”

“I’ve always had a good feeling about this, you know.”

“I don’t want to jinx anything, so I’m staying quiet.” Mary focused on the calendar again. “Hey, I’m not going to be in tomorrow night. Bitty’s got her physical exam scheduled.”

“Oh, that’s right. Good luck—and it’s too bad you have to go all the way in to Havers’s.”

“Doc Jane says she just doesn’t have the appropriate knowledge base. Pediatrics for vampires is a thing, apparently.”

Marissa smiled gently. “Well, my brother may be complicated for me personally, but I have never questioned his ability to provide good care to his patients. Bitty couldn’t be in better hands.”

“I’d really rather just keep her with us at the training center’s clinic. But at the end of the day, what’s right for her is all we care about.”

“That’s called being a good parent.”

Mary looked at her bracelet. “Amen to that.”


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