Thursday, August 31, 2017

Press Release: Roane Publishing signs four authors for their upcoming ONE SNOWY NIGHT anthology! #Romance

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce an upcoming sweet romance anthology, ONE SNOWY NIGHT, slated for a January release. More information regarding the release of this anthology will be made available shortly. In the meantime, please join us in welcoming three returning authors and one new Roane family member - and their ONE SNOWY NIGHT stories:

Melissa Crispin - Unforseen Circumstances

T.E. Hodden - All the Things I Should Have Told You
Laurie Treacy - Somewhere Between Falling
Charlotte Snead - One Snowy Day

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Monday, August 28, 2017

New Release: MIND'S EYE by Skyler Dean #Romance #Suspense @RoanePublishing #Giveaway



Mind's Eye
A Romantic Suspense Novel
By Skyler Dean
Release Date: August 28, 2017

Keywords: paranormal, psychic, New York City, Wiccan, astral projection, murder

Newly hired NYC blogger Cassandra Hale has finally achieved her dream-living and writing in the big city.  Eager to prove her skills and secure her place, Cassie pushes hard to gain respect from the new age publishing group where she’s recently snagged a position.

With her energies focused, Cassie’s work flourishes…until her reality rapidly unravels.

As a sudden witness to murders in her sleep, Cassie becomes convinced that she’s losing her mind.
All she wants is to discover a way of making these gruesome visions stop. But with no control over them, her subconscious mind begins to wreak havoc on her life.

At the edge of her sanity, Cassie decides to take matters into her own hands and tracks down the latest victim from her dreams, subsequently gaining the unwanted attention from NYPD detective Derek Ward.
Struggling to cope, not only with accepting her newfound abilities but with her perceived involvement in a crime, Cassie is forced to contend with interrogations from Ward, who’s convinced she has something to hide.

As Cassie and Derek both fight to discover the truth, as well as a growing, unwanted attraction towards each other, they are ultimately thrown together as the stakes jump even higher-Cassie’s premonitions turn to a man whose diabolical intentions are eerily close to her.



The spacious expanse of hardwood shined against the low glow cast by the growing moon. Despite the icy air, the window had been boldly left open, sending the filmy cream curtains fluttering eerily against the washed glass.

She moved through the palatial home, silent as a ghost. Extravagantly decorated, overly lavish with marble gleaming and crystal dripping. Cassie could hear no sound, see no movement. But that didn’t stop the fear.

As she looked across at the illuminated floor, she saw tiny drops scattered over the wood, shimmering red against the monochromatic glow of the night. She followed them into the bedroom where the trail of drops turned to puddles. Crouching down, Cassie tried to touch a finger to the wet but she couldn’t make contact, her body light as the air and just as elusive.

A gust of wind swept through the room, blasting out angry bursts of cold. Still kneeling, Cassie realized she was at the foot of a huge four poster bed. The duster and comforter pillowed out around the carved wood panels, creating voluminous puffs of shimmering trimmed satin.

She felt herself move in slow motion as she lifted her gaze up the nearest bed post. Slowly she reached forward, following the red splatters, tracing her invisible fingers alongside their path.

Rising up, over the wood and satin, the red puddles led her to the dead.

Long thin limbs lay sprawled across the bed, delicate bare feet turned under. The woman, raven haired and beautiful even in death, was stretched on her stomach with her head cocked unnaturally to one side. Her mouth slacked open and her eyes were dark and blank as a doll’s.

Cassie saw that her shoulder had been wrenched back, the bone protruding up at an odd angle. The blood that had dripped and pooled across the floor was smeared over her arm to her wrist where she had been shackled to one of the bed posts. And in the center of her back, the pool swallowed her, covering her torso in heavy crimson.

Panting now, her breath gasping out, Cassie whipped her head back and forth. She was surrounded. Surrounded by the death. Blood everywhere. She lifted her hand and saw the woman’s blood drip from her fingertips.

Desperately she tried to wipe her hands clean, for now she could feel the slimy slickness coating her skin, choking her, as she pushed away from the bed. The scream that ripped through her throat followed her out as she tumbled backward and into the black.


“No, no, no! Son of a bitch!”

She woke with her heart leaping against her chest. Surging up, Cassie fought to shove aside her covers. Arms and legs shaking with terror, she nearly tripped over Luna as she began running for the door. Something made her stop, made her catch her breath and think.

Derek, she realized. She needed Derek. Not only to find the woman, but she needed him with her. To help get her through.

Snatching up her phone, Cassie barely noted the time showing nearly 2am. She wasn't worried about that courtesy at the moment.

“Derek!” she rushed out his name as soon as his sleep roughened voice answered. “I dreamed about a woman, you have to help me! She’s in some really fancy condo or townhouse and she's already dead."

“Cassie,” he said when she stopped talking abruptly. “How do you-”

He halted then and after all the hesitation and doubt he'd previously grappled with, Derek allowed himself to have a little faith.

“Where is she?”


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Friday, August 25, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from WATER WOMAN by Claire Davon #Romance #Fantasy

Today's excerpt is from Water Woman by Claire Davon, part of the
Masked Hearts romance/fantasy anthology.

We hope you enjoy today's tease!


           Isidora landed on a tree outside of her property. Through her bird eyes the world was a wash of ultraviolet and electromagnetic fields. Shapes moved around her spelled fence, looking for a way in. She had been leading a quiet life in Zamora, keeping her town prosperous. These intruders offended her. She looked to the lake across the street from her house. It was a small body of water, but it was her personal one. She could boil it, as humans thought water women did, but that would kill the wildlife that made it their home. Just because she had the power didn’t mean it was smart to use it. The fish were as much a part of this life as the birds and…the Abada.
Kimoni was a mystery but she trusted him. She wanted to get to know him better. She…wanted much more than that. She had heard stories of two kinds of supernatural beings mating with one another but had never considered that. Her other lovers had been adequate, but that was all. Her heart yearned for a deeper connection with this man, this shifter from Africa who called a horse his other form.
Isidora knew she could get inside the back bedroom and grab her objects of power before they knew she was in there. Then they would pay for the insolence of violating her sanctuary. She glided past the men unseen, and to the back of the house.
Moments later she was in her human form and her hazel ring and wand were in her possession. She cast out with her senses and found the two men, cursing and struggling to get in. Isidora smiled.
Walking to the front door, she opened it. Concentrating, Isidora bade the lock on the outside gate to release and swing open. When it did so the intruders plunged through, their unshaved faces split with smiles at this unexpected piece of good luck.
Their delight turned to frowns when they saw the woman standing in the doorway. She knew she was not imposing to the untrained eye. All Alojas were small women. Their power did not come from height or strength of their human bodies. It came from within and from the ability to command water.
Hoping that Kimoni had stayed behind to protect his grandfather, Isidora smiled at her intruders.
“Looking for me, tontos?
The men looked at each other. They appeared to be common street thugs, hired to find a brute force way into her place. Her opponent had underestimated her.
“You are Isidora Marin?” the bigger one asked, moving toward her. Isidora smiled thinly and nodded.
“You have been sent on a fool’s errand,” she said. “Turn around and leave now and no harm will come to you.” Yet. Nobody could try to break into her home and not pay a price. That would come later. Let them think they could walk away now.
The other man grinned, his smile missing a tooth. Poor souls had no idea what they were getting into.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Cover Reveal: Through Fire by Sage MacGowan #NA #Romance

Through Fire
N/A Romance
By Sage MacGowan
Release Date: November 6, 2017
Confidence. Faith. Redemption.
All her life Cass has been the wallflower, quietly content to make her mark from behind the scenes. As a cognitive psychologist in the research field she will use her intellect and tenacity to heal the “broken” brain. Because she learned long ago she isn’t capable of fixing broken minds, maybe not even broken hearts.

Possibility. Strength. Acceptance.
Bryan doesn’t even want to think about his present. To escape his past, he had always looked to the future. As a materials engineer he will use his ingenuity and talent to develop state-of-the-art products. But now an accident has drastically broad-sided his life…and the hits keep coming.

Force of will. Daring. Absolution.
They give each other the motive to step beyond self-consciousness, to reach outside themselves to touch the other. They discover the courage to pull one another close. To love. To be loved. From one another they draw the power and fortitude to move beyond mistakes.

About the Author:

Growing up, and for quite some time after, Sage was a reader and a dreamer, but didn’t often put pen to paper. After becoming addicted to romance novels, she would often rewrite the stories in her head. Then late one night, while listening to music, with story ideas dancing in her mind, she was overcome with an undeniable urge to actually write.

Sage is a nature-worshiper and spends a fair amount of time hiking and camping (real camping, not the wussy RV kind) with her family. She also rides horses as often as she can (which isn’t often) and gets her horse fix by volunteering at the local therapeutic riding center. Her other volunteer gig is a non-profit group that helps military veterans train dogs as support animals and service dogs. In her previous life (former career) she was a veterinary nurse for over 20 years, and has always had a passion for medicine, which is behind the presence of “medicalese” in her stories.



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Friday, August 18, 2017

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from An Outlaw in her Bed by Kastil Eavenshade #Erotic #Western

Today's excerpt is from An Outlaw in her Bed by Kastil Eavenshade.

We hope you enjoy today's tease!


      After a quick look at the breech to make sure it was loaded, she raced to the front porch. Outside, three men had already approached halfway up the dusty walkway inside the fence. Each wore a pair of pistols on their hips. All had their hands ready to draw. Not one looked the least bit friendly.
Her features hardened as she pointed the shotgun at them. "That's far enough."
The one in the middle laughed. "Oh we're just passing through. Ain't we boys?"
"Then git to passing." She jerked the gun toward the edge of the fence.
He stepped forward. "What? No hospitality for weary travelers?"
The gun bucked in her hands as she squeezed the trigger. She staggered back from the jolt. Dirt sprayed the men from the splatter of the buckshot, but they remained in place.
"You only got one shot left, Ellie."
Ellie froze when the man used that name. She'd left that life behind when Owen swept her off her feet almost ten years ago back in Briar Creek. Her eyes studied the men, and her heart stopped when she recognized each one. Nash, Cody, and Buck. Three men who had attempted to share her bed without payment in her former profession, until her handsome stranger had stopped them.
"You ain't got no business here."
"I believe we do. How far did you think you could run with that preacher? Once a member of the Devil's Addition. Besides you owe us a little comfort."
"I owe you nothing, mister."
Nash hooked his thumbs in his belt and spit to the side. "Where’s your husband? Rumor has it that he's sick with a bout of lead poisoning." He moved closer as Buck and Cody snickered amongst themselves.
A shot rang out behind Ellie, nipping into Nash's boot. He stumbled back.
"The lady asked for you to leave."
Ellie backed to the side of the porch, her mouth agape for a second. Her guest stood in the doorway with her husband's Colt in his hand. Gone was the feeble man. He wore a sheet around his waist to hide his nakedness, the fabric bunched in one hand to keep it from falling. The bandages stretched taut against his well-defined muscles. She noticed the hard icy glare in his eyes — like Death being called from the depths of Hell.
"We're only having a friendly chat about acquiring her many services, same as you." Nash grinned, his hand hovering at his gun.
"Hobble your lip, boy." Her savior cocked back the hammer, his finger tight on the trigger. "Or I'll be leaving you far from above snakes."
Nash curled his fingers around the hilt.
"You unshuck that piece, and I shoot you first." He trained his gun on Nash. "Last chance to absquatulate."
"Come on, boys." Nash stepped back a few paces. "There's plenty of wag-tail at the vaulting house in town." He jerked his head, and the other two followed him back to their horses. Turning at the fence line, he pointed his finger back at Ellie's savoir. "This ain't over."
"Then throw down, boy."
With a sneer, Nash eased into his saddle and spurred his horse.
Ellie watched them leave, her tainted past coming back to haunt her. Owen had rescued her long ago from a life of prostitution. Left broke from a stagecoach robbery when traveling to seek her fortune in the West, she’d had nothing to turn to but an offer from an oily man named Reese Mason, at the Last Stand Saloon in Briar Creek. She'd sold her dignity long ago, and Owen had redeemed her in one magical night. Though their first night together was anything but a quick binding marriage contract, her husband loved her with care afterwards.
Why had these men shown up after all these years? She'd paid her debt, or at least Owen had, to release her from her contract with Mason. She'd seen the money exchange hands. Ellie had a feeling that wasn't the last altercation with those men.
Turning to thank her guest, she found him flat on the floor. Austin was behind him wringing his hands.
“I couldn’t hold him up any more, Ma.”
"It's okay, Austin. Help me get him back into bed."
Who is this mysterious man? And why is he tempting the devil in me?

Thursday, August 17, 2017

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Roane Publishing Contracts Sharon Hughson and REALITY EVER AFTER #Contemporary #Romance #NovellaNiblets

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce that we have contracted REALITY EVER AFTER by Sharon Hughson. This is the third novella in her Virtual Match Series and is slated for release in January 2018.

More information regarding the release, including the Cover Reveal and Release Blitz will be made available shortly.

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Friday, August 11, 2017

#FREE on #Kindle LOVE'S SORROW by @TerriRochenski #Historical #Romance


Love's Sorrow
Means of Mercy #1
Historical Romance Novel
by Terri Rochenski

Hired as a nanny for her cousin’s children, poor English rose, Anne Tearle finds security and a loving family. The children are a dream, but London society is a world of its own, one where a displaced farm girl has no business being. But, wealthy Scottish rake, Gavin MacKay, helps her to see associating with the upper class might not be as horrid as she first assumed.

Like all things worthwhile, love comes at a price, and the cost soon bestows more anguish than joy. Lost, but not undone, Anne must find the courage to begin life anew, or succumb to sorrow's unrelenting waves of grief.

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from SOUL OF DUST by Adam Millard #UF #Paranormal #Demons

Today's excerpt is from Soul of Dust by Adam Millard.
We hope you enjoy today's tease!


The explosion went off just behind me, sending me sprawling forward. My face grazed the floor as I fell, but my right shoulder took most of the impact. My ears rang as my legs came over the top of me. Now, I’m not the most flexible of guys, so when a foot goes past my head wearing one of my boots, I know I’m in a spot of bother. I managed to convert the twisted somersault into a roll that would hurt a lot less when I landed. It still hurt, but at least I didn’t have a broken neck. The last one of those had been a nightmare to heal.

The heat from the blast scorched at my back and legs. For a moment, I thought my ass was literally aflame, and I reached around and began patting myself down. The sound of my attacker’s boots on the concrete somewhere behind me reminded me that I needed to act fast, lest I be finished by a follow-up assault.

I quickly clambered to my feet and turned to face the street. A small fire raged twenty or so feet away. I’d been blown halfway down the road by the explosion. The unmistakable stench of magic drifted through the air on a steady breeze. I didn’t know where I was looking, or what I was looking for, but my attacker was still out there, watching from the shadows, preparing to strike again. I could sense them, could feel the power emanating from them. I’ve been doing this long enough to know when I’m up against a formidable opponent. The sonofabitch that had tried to dust me was no amateur.

I glanced down at my hand and realised I was already holding Phoenix. That was a good thing. It meant my instincts were working just fine. I must have pulled the wand out on my way through the air. And yet I hadn’t sensed the danger. I’d been too busy thinking about Maria West, about her new boyfriend, who may or may not be a wolf, vampire, or daemon.

I stepped off the kerb and crouched behind a parked Volvo. I needed to get my bearings, or at least wait until the damn ringing in my ears went away.

Who would want to kill me?

Stupid question, really. There weren’t too many Jack Bridge fan-clubs out there. I could count on one hand the people who actually enjoyed my company—and still have fingers left over—but it had been a while since someone had taken a pot-shot at me. If I was human, I’d have been nursing my feelings in that moment.

A bright light flashed to my left, and the Volvo I’d been crouching—cowering?— behind leapt into the air. I managed to roll away just as the vehicle came down, two tonne of twisted steel. I didn’t stop moving until I hit the wall of some industrial building.

I turned and my attacker rush past a row of parking meters. They were quick, but not quick enough. I brought Phoenix up and yelled, “Ignis!” A bright orange stream of pure energy burst from my wand, lighting up the entire street, singeing anything it came into contact with. The torrent of power arced down on my enemy. I can’t tell you the joy I felt when the dark cowl they were wearing burst into flames. The scorching heat didn’t stop them, though, or even slow them down. The assailant disappeared around the corner of a disused bowling alley.

When someone tries to kill you, and fails, it’s probably best to chalk it up as a small victory and move on with life. I couldn’t do that. I like to know who my enemies are. Nine times out of ten they’re people I’ve already met, spoken to, which doesn’t say a lot for my people skills.

I jogged—the explosion had taken some of the va-va-voom out of me—across the street, mindful that the last attack had come from seemingly nowhere. I didn’t think there was more than one of them, but you could never be too careful. Another one of those blasts, and I’d be shedding charred skin for the next month or so.

As I reached the corner, the acrid tang of burnt flesh stung my nostrils. That was a good thing. I’d inflicted some damage.

With my back to the wall, I quickly stuck my head out and back again. I was glad to find it still attached to my neck when I did. Slowly, I edged around the building, and that’s when the smoking pile on the concrete, not ten feet away, came into view.

My attacker’s cloak. A thick, grey cloud of smoke billowed up from the garment, and I knew in that moment the damage would have been severe enough to mark my assailant.

Good. Fuck ‘em. Hope I carbonised the sonofabitch.

The smoking cloak, though, was all that remained. Now that I could hear again, I tuned my senses in, focused on the area directly in front of me, the only possible escape route of my cowardly assassin. I didn’t have to adjust my mind too much before I heard the unsteady gait of an injured asshole. The footfalls were moving away, back toward the city.

I blew out a huge breath and pulled the water from my pocket. As I sipped, I scanned the street. The small fire in the middle of the road. The crumpled mess that was once someone’s pride and joy, the smouldering cloak.

I needed sleep more than junkies need a fix.

I didn’t hang around any longer than necessary, but once the cloak stopped smoking I picked it up and tucked it into my trench. Did I mention I have one of the most expensive microscopes on the market?

Monday, August 7, 2017

New Release: Must Love Fashion by Deborah Garland #Contemporary #Romance @RoanePublishing #Giveaway


Must Love Fashion
Contemporary Romance
By Deborah Garland
Release Date: August 7, 2017

Keywords: Contemporary, Romance, Novel, Fashion, Widower, Model, Second Chance

Gwendolyn Mallory has landed her dream job. After years at a small fashion retailer, she’s been given a chance to show off her public relations skills for a major brand. What woman wouldn’t be excited to work for Prada in New York City?

Former male model turned Prada Brand Manager, Andrew Morgan is ready to move on with his life—his wife passed away from cancer fifteen months ago. Even though he and Gwen share an initial fiery spark, getting involved with a co-worker has always been on Andrew’s to-don’t list.

The weeks leading up to an L.A. fashion show bring Andrew and Gwen closer to the flame. At night, she dreams of this tall handsome man taking her on his desk. And Andrew is having a hard time keeping his own fantasies under control. But when one of the designers vies for Gwen’s affections, Andrew is awash with jealousy. And out of excuses.

After the show, they share an intense, passionate kiss and some killer heavy petting in one of the dressing rooms. And in her bed, Gwen brings out the man Andrew used to be, wild and hungry. But in the afterglow of their bliss, Andrew learns Gwen has been hiding something about her health. Unable to deal with all that pain again, he leaves.

During a business trip to Milan, Gwen and Andrew give into the heat still smoldering between them. Then Gwen finds out she’s about to be transferred to Italy. Andrew doesn’t want to hold her back from such a great opportunity, but he can’t live without her. He proposes in hopes of keeping her in New York, with him.

What woman wouldn’t be excited to marry a devilishly handsome man in a Prada wedding gown?


It was a secret Gwen would keep throughout the day. A secret for her and Andrew to share.
Gwen and Andrew… That did have a nice ring to it.
“So, he takes up a lot of oxygen in the room, doesn’t he?” Andrew pushed on one of his knees and stood.
“Salvatore’s all showy though.” Gwen fingered the skirt and swooshed the fabric back and forth.
“Do you prefer a man who is more subtle?”
It was the first time he’d dared to ask her personal preferences for a mate, and before he could retract his question or dilute it, she said firmly, “Yes, on the surface.” And smoldering underneath. Like you Andrew.
He stepped a few inches away. “I’m still concerned all the attention will be on you in that dress.” He held his chin, smooth and fresh.
“I was planning on wearing my hair up.” She gathered a handful of waves and swept them away from her face. But when he only stared at her bracelets as they clanged together, she let the bundle fall. “Or—”
“No. No.” The words caught in his throat. His fingers brushed past her cheek, lifting the hair off her shoulders again. “This is perfect.”
Yes, it is perfect. And he should be kissing her by now. Those amazing lips, pink and full on hers...and on other parts of her body, making her feel alive.
His eyes bore into hers, but he said nothing. Gwen preferred to not have to make the first move. How would she know if Andrew really wanted her in the first place, and wasn’t just taking advantage of a willing partner? But how long could she wait for him, before a crazy impulse took hold of her?
“I guess it’s settled. I’m wearing my hair up tomorrow,” she whispered, locking eyes with him.
He cleared his throat and stepped back, letting her hair fall. The weight of so many waves warmed her skin, even though she preferred the heat coming off his body. She stepped back as well and slipped into co-worker mode. “Andrew, be honest. Is this dress…too much? I prefer clothes that are simple and classic. Conservative even.”
“I would call you classic, Gwen. But not simple. You wear our clothes beautifully.” He ran his hand over the suit jacket she had draped on a desk chair. “The way they sit on you tells a story of…of the woman we know other women want to be.”
The compliment left her breathless. “Thank you, Andrew.”
“No, Gwen. I want to thank you.” His shoulders softened. “I need you to know, I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“That’s not true.” She swiped at eyes she suspected were shiny with tears, she wouldn’t let fall. Better to be respected as an equal, and not thought of as a weepy lightweight. “You’ve run plenty of these shows.”
“Yes, and I know what it takes to pull this off. There was no way I could have done what you’ve done…for this show.” He ran a hand through his hair, his wedding band was—gone!
The sight took Gwen’s own breath away. She twisted her hair to the side, to keep her hands busy. “Did you want to do one final walk through for tomorrow?”
“No. We’re set.” He bent down to the pick up the shoebox. His back straightened, emphasizing his dramatic height.
She moved toward Andrew to hug him. Immediately there was a different feel to his touch from the night of their first drink. The night when everything had turned around. And upside down. His fingers pressed into her skin. His body molded against hers. Oh, the smell of him, musky and woodsy. Masculine. There it was, his heart, beating wildly. There was so much of this man, his heart must work so hard to pump his rich blood through so many veins.
The feel of his grip softening, meant it was time for her to let go. “Have a good night Andrew.” She touched his hands and leaned upward for a kiss on the cheek. The edge of his mouth—warm and tender as she remembered—caught the corner of her lips. Tickle, Tickle went her stomach.
A strand of her long hair caught in his collar, binding them together for a brief moment. Creating a bridge that could bring them together…if someone was brave enough to cross.



Deborah Garland is a former computer and sports journalist, turned romance and women’s fiction author. She likes to write about love and the struggles of complicated relationships. Her heroines are strong, and the heroes fall hard for them. She lives on the North Shore of Long Island with her husband and when she’s not writing, she’s either in the gym, or reading, cuddled up with their two pugs, Zoe and Harley.



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