Monday, March 10, 2014

Guest Post & Giveaway - Peyton's Ride and The Reaper and The Cop Blog Tour

Guest Post By Jennifer James
Why will you love Ian Coghlan?
Um…well….he comes wrapped up in a very pretty package, complete with piercings and tattoos that cover both arms. Lots and lots of muscles too.
So, at first glance he’s pretty much a walking wet dream.
And then he’ll go and make it even better when he talks to you. No, seriously. He will. Cause yeah he’s super sexy and hot and stuff. He can shapeshift and has some magic powers associated with that (that aren’t just about sex, I know what y’all are thinking, cause you’re pervs, and that’s terrific).
But seriously. He’s NICE. He’s smart, and sweet, and sorta broken hearted cause he got kicked outta the only family he’d ever known. I mean, c’mon, why wouldn’t you love a guy that would not just take you for a ride on a motorcycle, but would teach you to ride your own if that’s what you wanted?
He can totally kick ass too. If you’re Ian’s lady and someone fucks with you, they are going down hard and they aren’t gonna get up again unless he wants them to. No joke.
Ian’s a lot more interested on what’s going on in a woman’s head than he is with the packaging. Peyton’s insecurities rear their ugly head and make her think he couldn’t possibly be interested in her because he’d dated pretty much every little tiny young thing in Travers, but he’d rather hang out with someone who can hold a conversation with him than a skinny minnie college girl. Being a Fae and having to hide out, he’s had to do stuff to blend in.
So why will you love Ian? Why wouldn’t you? Well, he does have some yucky man habits, he is a dude, after all.
But I don’t see how you can’t love Ian.
I guess if you don’t, he’d got five single friends you can try out. Ya know, just to be sure.


GUEST POST By Mina Carter
Book boyfriends, you have to love them and there are several meme’s wandering the internet on the reasons why. For me the challenge is creating a hero who is realistic and interesting enough to catch the reader’s attention.
Troy from The Reaper and the Cop is no exception. Being a cop is more than a job for Troy, protecting people and upholding the law is a calling for him. He’s worked hard to get where he is, working up the ranks and putting in the extra hours when the job and cases warranted it.
Driven and focused, he’s the first out and the last back in when someone’s life is on the line. There are many people who owe their lives to him, either because he didn’t give up investigating their cases, or because he put himself in the line of fire to protect them. He’s the kind of guy who can’t leave the helpless unprotected and alone, be that a victim of crime or a stray dog or kitten.
A veteran of a big city homicide unit, he’s used to living alone because he hasn’t found a woman to put up with his strange work hours or one that completely understands his loyalty to the badge. He’d be the kind of man you’d want on your zombie survivor team, or with you if terrorists took over your building.

But under all the drive and determination, beneath the police training and the on the job training which has made him tough as nails, beats a heart of pure gold. Protective and possessive, Troy isn’t the sort of man to leave his woman wanting...in any way ;)


 Peyton’s Ride by Jennifer James

She's about to trade her treasured motorcycle in on a much wilder ride--Ian Coghlan.

Divorcee Peyton Reynolds is ready to escape the the judgement of a small town, bad memories of her failed marriage, and the grief of her mother's death. A month long, cross-country ride should do just the trick. One last check-up on her new cruiser has her tripping over her hormones while alone in the garage with the town's sexy bad boy, Ian Coghlan.

Tattooed, pierced, and able to shape-shift, Ian will give her the ride of her life.

Ian Coghlan knows he's nothing but disaster for a woman like Peyton. His place in the Wild Hunt and killer instincts have held him back from acting on a five-year attraction. When the curvy brunette responds to one tiny grin with a spark of interest, sockets fly out of the toolboxes and Peyton is knocked to the floor.

That month of solitude she wanted just disappeared, but the consolation prize is looking pretty...damn...hot.

With the magic of the Hunt in the air, Pixie pranks abound, and his old biker gang roars into the parking lot, dousing the heat in the garage with the cold dredges of mayhem. Peyton's life is on the line with his bad brothers' return to his world, and Ian has to decide if he can let her go or if he's willing risk her eternal hatred by changing her life forever.

Peyton’s Ride Links

Goodreads--https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18488922-peyton-s-ride
Others--links to come once ebook is live on release date 2/28

Peyton’s Ride Excerpt (X Rated)

“Yes. I’m sorry Peyton. But I want you to live.” He hauled her up tighter to him and cradled the back of her head in his hand. “I hope you forgive me.”

Tight bands of steel wrapped her chest, and she fought to gain a breath.

The soft, sensuous glide of a tongue inserted between her lips, and coaxed her into a response. He plunged deeper and bit her mouth. The crest of a wave broke open in her, and the sensations she’d experienced before when he’d changed shapes from horse to man
centered in her being.

She clenched his hair in her hands and managed a deeper breath. Icy cold and wild, his scent permeated her nostrils and flowed into her lungs. The throb of his erection ground into her abdomen.

Her clit pulsed, and wetness slicked her pussy as urgent need overtook her. Never had she felt this kind of sexual craving. It burned and soothed, claimed common sense and destroyed it on fires of passion. A whimper tore from her throat, and she went limp.

“Figures…” Of course she’d finally get the guy naked, right before she passed out and was half dead. She was a total failure at cougar-ing.


About the Author--Jennifer James

For a girl whose first book was called “The Scariest Forest Ever,” the jump to romance may seem to be a far one. But a love of happy endings and the stories she kept making up in her head for strangers on the street lead to an unhealthy amount of time spent behind the keyboard typing away and giggling mischievously over sassy heroines,
sexy heroes, and healthy sprinklings of geek humor.

With time split between a day job staring at teeth, two little girls, college courses, workaholic husband, and too many voices in her head, Jennifer still finds time to sneak off and devour all the books she can find – even if it means hiding in the closet to read them.

She insists on her jokes being dirty, drinks spiked, and tattoos placed in intriguing, muscular places you can only find when the clothes come off.

Author Links--Jennifer James

Website--- http://www.authorjenniferjames.com/
Blog--- http://www.authorjenniferjames.com/?page_id=14
Facebook--- https://www.facebook.com/JenniferJames.Author
Twitter--- https://twitter.com/JenniferJames34
Goodreads--- https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6444267.Jennifer_James
Pinterest--http://www.pinterest.com/authorjenniferj/


The Reaper and the Cop by Mina Carter


Death’s big business. For Laney Larson, it’s a full time job.

The latest in a long line of Reapers, Laney hits Liberty, Oakwood expecting the usual ‘reap and run’ type of job. However the small town holds far more secrets than she expects, including a sexy cop who blind-sides her reaper instincts big-time.

Liberty. It used to be a nice town until the things that go bump in the night moved in.

Detective Troy Regan moved to Liberty to claw back a little of his soul after working homicide in the big city. But the sleepy little down has problems of the paranormal kind and it’s police department have gone from calls about lost cats to Boggarts in the basement. Then the seriously nasty stuff moved in.

Sparks fly when a sexy Reaper meets a hot as hell Cop...

Troy’s not sure exactly what flavour of paranormal Laney is, but he doesn’t care. She’s tiny, delicate and gorgeous. When he finds a Lycan looming over her in an alley, all his protective instincts flare up. He needs to get her home, keep her safe…in his bed.

But is she the answer he’s been looking for to fill the empty spot in his heart, or the most dangerous creature he’s ever met?

The Reaper--Links

Others--Buy links will be emailed out as soon as book is live on release day 2/28


The Reaper Excerpt

I turned my attention back to the room, and the other new occupant. My mood picked up. Another cop, but not a Comfortable. Oh no, the owner of the nice shiny silver, almost-ready-to-reap lifeline, was a Young and Driven type. Booyah. Lucked out on the first night. I resisted the urge to fist pump, and took a closer look.

The typical, tall, dark, and handsome, he wasn’t as young as some—around mid-thirties—but boy was he driven. Energy surrounded him like a force-field, his movements animated as he slid into place opposite a Comfortable and started talking. God, I hoped the other guy wasn’t his partner. They’d drive each other nuts within a month.

He turned a little, still talking, and scanned the bar. It was automatic behavior, and with the seat he’d chosen, facing the rest of the bar with his back to a wall, told me that he had to have seen action somewhere with a higher crime-rate. The sort of place where you checked out the entrance and exits and kept a hand on your weapon just in case.

His gaze skittered over me as I expected, but allowed me to get a good look at his face.

Heeeelllo, handsome. Yeah, he was the type I went for. Clear blue eyes, dark hair, and a lean, hard-muscled body no amount of clothing disguised all the way. The shirt clung to a set of broad shoulders, hinted at a wide chest, and tapered into slim hips. Couldn’t see the legs from where I was, but if they matched the rest of the package, I was sold.

He looked at me, gaze direct and unconfused, and I tried to breathe whiskey—I don’t recommend that by the way. The bastard stuff burns the inside of your nose better than paint-stripper. Shit. I was half in the shade, so he shouldn’t be able to see me. Not see me and keep his gaze on me that long. Blue eyes swept me from head to toe, taking in the form fitting bike leathers and heavy boots.

Unlike my brother, I can ride, but I never bothered with the death’s head helmet. Or any. Not like I’m worried about getting knocked off and killed. Reapers are hard to kill, like really hard to kill. Until the big man decides your ticket is ready, you ain’t leaving this mortal coil.

There are legends of Reapers who had tried to kill themselves. They all failed. Even standing in front of a speeding train doesn’t do it, although the guy in question was out of action for a couple of months as all his limbs grew back. I shivered at the thought. I’m not into that level of pain
I managed to stop coughing and shot him another look. He winked at me. Honest to goodness winked.
Shit.

Throwing some bills onto the bar, I grabbed my pack and beat a hasty retreat out the door.

Following the cops to get to the bodies was one thing. Following cops who could see me, and the methods I used to strip the souls from their bodies, was different. The fact that I had zero makeup on and my hair was a mess was absolutely coincidental.

Honest.


About the Author--Mina Carter

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 their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all...

(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)

The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She's addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.

Author Links--Mina Carter

Website--- http://mina-carter.com/
Blog--http://pinterest.com/minacarter77
Facebook--- http://facebook.com/mina.carter
Twitter--  http://twitter.com/minacarter


Giveaway
Giveaway is for an ecopy of Peyton’s Ride and an ecopy of The Reaper and the Cop. It’s open international.

3 comments:

  1. LOL Jenn so had me with piercings and tattoos. *hangs head* I'm so easy! lol

    Thanks for hosting the ladies today!

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    1. Heehee. :) Ian is a smexy guy. (His buddies are tatted up and pierced too.)

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