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Welcome lovely readers! Please give a very warm welcome to the Cover Art Goddess and Awesomeness Author Mina Carter (aka my bff)! She’s got a new release you HAVE to read. Trust me I would not lie. Vampires, Zombies and Werewolves. It’s like everything you’ve ever wanted in a book. And best of all? It’s action-packed romance! Seriously it is AMAZEBALLS!

The only thing they have in common? Really…sharp…teeth.

Major Antonia Fielding has one goal: to escape the clutches of the Project. With the blood-virus infecting her system, though, a body bag is likely her only way out. Until her boss lets slip that he may just have a cure for her—if she brings in an escaped Lycan.

Can she trust him? Now there’s the million-dollar question. Then again, can she afford to take that chance?

Darce Foster was a Special Forces soldier, until the Project got hold of him. Now he’s a Lycan, a lab-created werewolf, this close to escaping his creators—until another of the projects experiments stops him in his tracks. Not because she has the power to hold him, but because he instantly recognizes the impossible. The vampiress is his mate.

Allowing her to bring him in is his only choice—and possibly the last mistake of his life.

Enemies or lovers, it doesn’t matter. When they discover that the Project is hiding yet more secrets, they must work together to bring it down…or die in the attempt.

Buy Links:

eBook Available to pre-order from Samhain Publishing | Amazon | Amazon.co.uk | Kobo | B&N

Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

Pub Date: 9/17/2013

Series: The Project Rebellion, #2

Format Available: ePub, Mobi, HTML, Adobe Acrobat, Rocketbook

ISBN: 9781619216556

Excerpt:

Copyright © 2013 Mina Carter
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

He held the smile. For once, he and the animal were in perfect accord. She’d locked him down with silver, but it didn’t mean he was going to stay that way. Not with the moon still in the sky and his mate within reach. While they’d talked, he’d worked the silver from his system. The metal beneath him was wet with tainted sweat. A little puddle under his ass like he’d pissed the stuff. Opening the connection to his wolf piece by piece, he let the creature free, using the strength and rage to galvanize his human frame.

“What do you mean, ‘that’s simple’?”

He finished the grin. The movement bared his teeth, revealing the lengthened canines behind his human lips. “Easy. I’m not locked down.”

His words fell into stunned silence. Her eyes widened, her slight intake of breath a soft rasp in the air. Their gazes locked and tension spiraled as each waited for the other to move.

He saw it the moment she made her decision. A red sheen tainted the darkness of her eyes, flowing over the surface like oil over water. Man, that was some freaky crap.

A bellow escaped his lips. He yanked on the cuffs. The silver-laced steel bit deep, slicing through his skin like an acid-dipped razor but he ignored the pain. Couldn’t afford to let it slow him down.

Using momentum to snap the chain, he threw himself across the space between them and reached for her. His arms opened wide to wrap her up in a solid tackle but, like him, she was already moving. With a grunt of surprise and anger, she twisted to the side, then rebounded off the metal interior to come right at him.

They met in the middle in a clash of bodies and tumbled, rolling across the truck-bed in a tangle of limbs. She fought like a wildcat. His vision filled with flying strands of dark hair and the flash of her teeth as she snarled. He winced, blocking like a demon while heavy blows rained down on his head and shoulders. Pain flared all over his body but he ignored it and fought through. Forced to protect his sides, his abdomen and his face, he ducked and turned, weaving before he went on the offensive, trying to trap her arms and pin her down.

The fight was close and fast as hell. Despite her aggression and the sheer power behind her blows, he was tougher and bigger. A long, painful minute later he had her stretched out under him with her hands above her head. Still she fought, snapping at his face and neck with fangs that didn’t look nearly so cute when they were threatening to take chunks out of him.

“Shhh…calm down.”

He held on for grim death, throwing a heavy thigh over both of hers when she contorted and tried to knee him in the balls. Sometimes being the opposite sex in a down and dirty fight had its disadvantages, especially when you were the gender with the dangly bits. He was lucky she didn’t have those sharp little fangs anywhere near his crotch. That was one blow-job he could well do without.

“Screw you.”

She struggled against his hold again. She didn’t…couldn’t break free, not with the firm grip he had on her, but each heave she gave pressed them closer together. The truck aided him, rattling over potholes and jerking them about until she was jammed in the right angle between the floor and the wall. Every inch of her slender but curvy frame pressed tight against him.

“Believe me, doll. I’d love you to.”

She froze again, her eyes widening as her struggles rubbed their lower bodies together and she clocked the erection hard against her stomach. His gaze caught hers, heat flowing between them. She dragged a shaky breath in over parted lips. His attention riveted on the pink temptation scant inches from him and he lowered his head, watching her every step of the way. Waiting for her to turn into a spitting cat again.

She didn’t.

Instead, she watched him as if transfixed, her taut body strangely pliant under his, the soft curves and hollows fitting naturally against the hard musculature of his larger frame. A perfect fit. Like she’d been made to be held in his arms. A sense of familiarity, of coming home, assaulted him and he knew he’d give up everything for a few moments in her embrace.

Her pink tongue darted out, wet her lips in unconscious invitation. He groaned. There was only so much temptation a man could take. He’d wanted to be soft, gentle…prove to her he wasn’t an animal, but need rode him hard. Like a devil on his back, it scoured all softness from him until only lust was left. The driving need to taste her, devour her, consumed him and he swooped down, claiming her lips in a hard kiss almost bruising in its intensity.

Unlike earlier, he didn’t—couldn’t—wait for her to soften.

Instead, he demanded and took, parting her lips with a hard sweep to sample the treasures within. Her taste exploded on his tongue, a heavenly combination of tart and sweet, fascinating his senses and totally indescribable. She tasted sublime. Ambrosia. If he died right now, he’d go having tasted a little piece of heaven itself.

The truck rattled again, rolling him so he completed the movement. Pulling  her into his side, he held both her wrists with one hand and used the other to sweep down the length of her body. She started, a jump of surprise when he cupped her ass and palmed the luscious curve before pulling her leg up over his thigh. He settled against her. His hips cradled in hers, he moved in to deepen the kiss.

She didn’t fight him, just held her body still under his as he stroked his tongue along hers. Enticing her. Teasing her. She moaned, the sexy little sound lost under his lips. He ravaged her mouth, taking and demanding, then giving back in equal measure when she responded. Slowly at first, just the tentative sweep of her tongue, her body rigid as though she fought temptation…then the dam broke. She whimpered against his lips, the sound of her surrender sweet music to his ears, and kissed him back.

Triumph roared through him. All the while his mind screamed at him about operational awareness. That now he had her subdued, he should be doing something about escaping. Wrap the chains around her wrists and imprison her against the cold, hard steel of the truck-side instead. Not kiss her like his life depended on it. Certainly not groan as her tongue slid against his, and roll so she rested on his chest.

Her hands drove into his hair, tugging and pulling at the long locks as she plastered herself over him. Her breasts mashed against him, the soft mounds delicious pressure against the hard muscles of his broad chest. Her nipples were hard bullets under the damp fabric of her T-shirt and his groan joined hers as she rubbed herself, cat-like, over his chest.

Heat arched, little lightning strikes every time her skin slid over his, a storm playing out over and between them. A storm of passion he wanted to wallow in, dancing and screwing in the rain to make the woman under him his at last.

Knees on either side of his hips, she ground down, rocking against him and nipping his lower lip. Arousal shot through him at the pleasure-pain, washing over his scalp in a thousand tiny pinpricks before rolling through his body.

“Tease.”

He broke from the kiss to accuse, then dragged his lips along the sensitive curve of her neck, pausing halfway to breathe in her scent. Arms wrapped around her slender waist, he closed his eyes and held her to him.

Perfection. Utter perfection.

“I’m the tease?” She challenged, hands in his hair to drag his head back so she could look in his eyes. The red in hers was gone, replaced by a new darkness that set his blood and body aflame. He surged into movement, sitting up with her in his lap and reached for her lips again. She was his. He had to have her—

The truck braked and turned, the mechanical sounds of a gate and conversation reaching them. Darce stiffened, fingers biting into her hips but once again she was too quick for him. The needle pierced his shoulder before he could push her away. Silver flooded his veins, the fresh hit stealing his ability to move. With a grunt he slid back, his eyes still on her.

“I’m sorry. I have to take you in.”

Author Bio:

Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.

So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than

 Good morning lovely readers! Welcome to the cover reveal for Love’s Interception by N. Kuhn! Check it out!

Love’s Interception

Brianna Woods spent her high school years getting picked on for being different. After being the butt of a joke from her crush and the mean girl in school, she graduates then moves cross country to reinvent herself. She spends years in LA modeling before moving home for a chance to be on the cheerleading squad for NFL team Buffalo Bucks.

Brent Coleson was the star quarterback in high school, college and now for the Buffalo Bucks. When the one that got away falls back into his life, he’ll stop at nothing to keep her there this time. He’s had eyes only for Bree since high school.

Can these two fix years of misunderstandings and damage without losing their NFL careers?

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Excerpt:

Sucking in a deep breath, I push those sad
memories aside. Hoisting my gym bag over my shoulder, I head towards the
entrance. A few men in workout clothes come up behind me, laughing and joking
with each other. Sometimes I wish I had close friends, instead of being such a
loner. The people I knew in LA were all superficial and out for fame. Already
feeling nervous about try-outs, I didn’t want to get in their way. I step aside
to let them pass, but one of the guys stops and looks at me. “Hey, you need help?” I’m captured by his
eyes. Bright green pools, handsome face, the sick feeling in my stomach gains
force. It’s Brent. The man of my nightmares and dating fears.

“No, actually, I have to go,” I stutter as
I turn to run back to my car.

“Hey, wait. Are you here for tryouts? You’re
going the right way.” He reaches a hand out to grab my arm and as I pull
away, I trip over my own damn feet, falling right into him.

“Here,” he says, wrapping his arms around
my waist. Fire surges through my body as he touches the bare skin on my stomach.
His face looks somber, and he doesn’t laugh at my clumsiness as I expected. “Let
me help you. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Sucking up my pride, I push
off of him, maneuvering myself out of his grasp. My hand flies up to straighten
the high ponytail I had been instructed to put my hair up in.

“Do I know you?” he asks me.

“No, sorry. This way you said?” I point
towards the garage door open in the underside of the stadium. He nods and turns
to head that way.

“Here, I’ll show you the way. I’m Brent.”

“Thanks,” I say, trying to avoid giving him
my name. We walk silently into the building and I stop for a moment for my eyes
to adjust to the darkness.

“First time at NFL cheerleading tryouts?” he
asks me, trying to make conversation. Nodding my head, I continue down the
hallway towards the field opening.“Woods, you’re late, let’s get going. Didn’t your agent tell you to get here
early?” The loud petite woman at the other end of the hallway yells down to us.
“Stop flirting with the players and hustle.” Moving to a jog, I rush past her,
leaving the dark hallway behind for the sun covered football field. I’ve been
here for games before, but never down on the field. Everything looks so huge,
and yes, still intimidating. The cheerleaders are all at one end and the
players at the other. Seeing as how they have already drafted and pulled
together their team, they are just here for typical practice. Men move back and
forth, running laps around the end zone and tackling into each other.

“Coleson, get your ass moving,” a man yells from the practice end.

“Brianna, let’s go, we’re over here, get signed in and start warming up.”
Snapping out of my awe, I turn towards her.

“Brianna Woods. Oh my god.”……

 

 

 

 

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N Kuhn stands for Nicole Kuhn. She raised in a small town, in the middle of nowhere. Small town life is something she cherishes. Having spent her afternoons outside or with a book, she grew up with a love of reading and writing. Her mother and grandmother fully encouraged this in her. Many years later, after a husband and children, she made a promise to her dying grandmother to fulfill her dream of being an author. Her grandmother lived to see Nicole’s name in print. This was a turning moment for her. Driven by ambition and a promise made, she has since published her first trilogy (The Mohawk Series). N Kuhn has also signed on with WheelMan Press for the much anticipated Tucked In (The Hollywood Files) series as well as Nevermore Press for Travis, the first in her Buffalo Rocker Series.

 

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