A Christmas Present To Readers

Happy Holidays, Readers! 

All my ebooks are free now on Smashwords End of Year Sale as part of a promotion through January 1.

Just Click here and pick any or all the books you want. 

 I'll have a new release in January. A New Adult, Historical Romance novella set at Woodstock '69. The Title is The Please Man and the Flower Child. 

Here's the blurb:

Can living for today lead to the love of a lifetime?

 

Daisy’s 18.

Free from foster care

Thumbing it to Woodstock.

Adulting on her terms.

Grooving to peace, love, and music

 

Shiloh, a Please Man—the festival's commune security force,

helps Daisy find the tent she stashed her sleeping bag in.

Turns out to be his tent.

Next thing,

he’s dancing barefoot in the rain with her.

 

Do the imprints of their bare feet in the mud mark a moment of wild joy?

Or are they the steps to Daisy and Shiloh’s future?

And I am bundling it with Back To the One I Love. 

At Woodstock, Cash climbed onto Keith’s motorcycle and stayed with him ever since. Fifty-something years later, she’s wondering… did she get on the wrong bike?

Now retired, Keith basks in a couch-potato lifestyle, streaming The Orville and Star Trek episodes all day.

With their marriage unraveling amid apathy and boredom, Cash and Keith turn to counseling to give love a second chance. The therapist uses an unorthodox method — a time-traveling Volkswagen van, to cast them back to those four days of Eden in ’69, where they first met.

Will the freedom and self-discovery of Woodstock lure Keith or Cash to seek a new romance? Or can grooving to Déjà vu and love…. lead them back to the harmony they once shared? 

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The Bundle will be called Rock Your Hippie Soul. 

For a Holiday Read - Check out Beauty and the Beast.

The full series. 

And the individual eBook in the series—The Bear and the Druidess, set during the Winter Solstice. 

The Bear and the Druidess (Druidry and the Beast Book 3) Kindle Edition.

 Sometimes a secret must be revealed to move from the winter of love into its spring. 

Romans stole all the winter grain from Druidess Bronwen’s tribe. Now, pursued by Romans, she ducks into a cave to hide. 

There she finds a handsome warrior who offers to help. He ignites a fiery spark of attraction within her but she can tell he’s keeping something from her. 

The prayers of a beautiful druidess he can’t resist lead the Bear God Artaois into the cave where Bronwen is hiding. He pretends to be asleep until she finds him. 

Artaois (Art) is determined to spend the longest night of the year with her. But Bronwen doesn’t realize he’s a god. He keeps his secret from her and even though he can transform into a bear, he only reveals himself in human form. 

With the Winter Solstice upon them, can Artaois (Art) find a way to save her tribe from starvation? And, when Bronwen finally discovers his secret, will she leave the romance building between them out in the cold? 

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Happy Holidays, Readers!

Happy Yule and Happy Holidays!

Yesterday was the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. I confess, I find the darker days harder and look forward to the coming of the light once again. Since ancient times, people have celebrated this time of year. They lit bonfires to drive back the darkness. That’s what our modern Christmas lights do for all of us. They’re a reminder that the days will start getting longer. Definitely something to celebrate.

 

So Happy Yule, Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays. Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you enjoy yourself with family, friends, and good food. It’s the time of year to look back over the past twelve months and look ahead to the coming year.

 

If you’re curled up inside with a cup of tea, mug of hot chocolate, or glass of wine and are looking for a book to warm your heart, be sure to check out Tempting the Black Wolf, the final book in the Lone Wolf Legacy trilogy.

Tempting the Black Wolf

Lone Wolf Legacy, Book 3

 

The wrath of the black wolf is unleashed…in this scorching finale of New York Times bestselling author N.J. Walters’s enticingly sexy Lone Wolf Legacy series

I am an immortal predator, driven to hunt and protect the wolf packs from danger—especially rogue wolves. This destiny is my blood, my bone. My will.

There are two other lone wolves—one gray, one white—but I am the strongest. The most powerful. And we all share an enemy, who set a trap for each of us: a woman with our coloring who will draw us into danger and make our wolves howl with need.

But I won’t give in to lust or passion.

I already know the face of the woman who is my supposed bait: a stunning and powerful mage named Onyx. We’ve been circling each other, wary, fueled by deeply intense attraction and fierce distrust.

But the enemy of my enemy is my ally…for now. It’s a brief truce, laced with raw, primal hunger.

Because when this is over—if we survive—we’ll have to go head-to-head one last time.

And I never lose. 

 

 

(Author Note: This book is told in third person point of view, even though the blurb is in first person.)

 

TEASER:

 

The library with its floor to ceiling shelves filled with priceless and rare tomes took a backseat to the man standing in front of the stone fireplace.

 

At almost seven feet tall, Dagen Kern was an intimidating sight. His jet-black eyes tracked her from head to toe, missing nothing. She fought the urge to shuffle her feet and instead met his assessing gaze with one of her own, conveying a sense of detachment that was a lie. His black hair fell to his shoulders in a silky curtain that tempted a woman to run her fingers through it to see if it was as soft as it appeared.

 

A long-sleeved black shirt was snug against muscular arms and broad shoulders. Black pants and boots completed his ensemble. They were dressed almost identically.

 

 

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N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, assassins, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

                   

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Ancient Ireland - Survival is Never Guaranteed...#sexy heroes #hard fighting heroes #hard loving heroes

 I felt slightly guilty after mentioning Marcán in  Eyes of the Seer, book two in the Warrior Kings, and leaving Daughter of the Overking and Curse of the Healer out, so I will make up for that now by featuring book three, Daughter of the Overking.

Warrior Kings is the perfect title for the series because in Ancient Ireland, that's exactly who was in charge. They didn't have knights, dukes, and fealty. They had wild land and constant fighting for control. That's exactly who these heroes are. 

The first title was a problem, though. In Ireland, the "BIG" king who owns the most land is called the Overking. There were not actual Kings, like William in England, but there were kings (small k) who owned less land and listened to the Overking. I thought small k - king, would work. Daughter of the king- nope! - people thought it referred to God!?!?!? I'd think he'd be a big K myself so I had to change it to Overking. 

Brighit, the strong-willed heroine, is the daughter of Sean from the Norman Conquest series. He shows up in book two, The Gentle Knight, and has his own story in The Irish Warrior.  When I created Sean to be competition for Peter, the readers didn't like him because he was king of...arrogant. I felt bad so I gave him a heart and his own story...and his own love. Comment below with the name of a one of my books you'd like to read. I may give an e-copy away :)

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Snag an Urban Fantasy Novella for free!

Hey all, AK Nevermore back with you! This month I'm releasing book 2 of my Urban Fantasy Romance Series, Air & Darkness.  If you're a fan of sassy female leads and ridiculous situations, then this is the series for you! 

Some people are meant to burn...

Before Envy Starr was a halfling with a bad attitude and a drinking problem, she was living in the lap of luxury as singing sensation at Noir, Vegas’s premier casino. When a bet with a mysterious daemon goes wrong, it kicks off a chain of events that thrusts her out of the limelight and into the shadows, giving her no choice but to run.

With only her self-absorbed mother at her back, and Sugar Daddy out for blood, weird biker dudes and cult-following hicks are just the beginning.

And unless she figures out whole stigmata thing, it could also very well be the end…

Excerpt:

I sidled up to the roulette wheel and the croupier raised her eyebrow at me. I grinned back and she just shook her head. None of the staff would nark on me as long as I didn’t hang out at any one table too long. Plausible deniability and all that.

A group of dae and a smattering of normals were placing their bets. One of the dae glanced at me, and I looked away, my cheeks hot.

Look, daemons, well, fae in general, are beautiful. In their normal guises at least. Noir had a strict no elemental forms policy, so no horns, fangs, or anything like that. All the dae were rocking here was bronzed skin, midnight hair, and silver grey eyes. The men looked like GQ linebackers, and the women were supermodels. Yep, every last one of them. It makes elementals easy to pick out, along with what kind they are. Dae are dark, sylphs light, undines, I dunno just look wet and sad, and gnomes are earthy.

And let me tell you, this one fit the dae mold; tall, broad, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Like a sexy one, not a lame Steven Seagal rat tail.

I glanced up, and he smiled, making his way around the table. Crap.

They were also hella dangerous. I won’t lie, that totally added to their allure, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. They drew normals like a Neiman Marcus sidewalk sale. I was sure feeling the pull right then. I tried to ignore the murmur’s double thump in my chest. God, I hated that.

“And who might you be?” the dae asked, leaning against a convenient pillar. The room was lousy with them. It was supposed to be a reproduction of some shrine in a vampire flick. Fitting, since I was afraid to look anywhere but his throat.

Why? Garnering any fae’s attention is dangerous, and yes, I’d already totally screwed myself on that front, but you’re never, ever, supposed to look into a their eyes. If I did, there was a very real possibility he’d glamour my ass and suck my will away, turning me into his meat puppet. No freaking thank you.

“Rose,” I croaked out, all nervous. You don’t tell them your name either, but like I said, that wasn’t really mine. Hmm? Oh, it’s hard to explain. Like, I just knew it wasn’t, and no, I’m not telling you what I thought it was. Names hold power.

“Rose.” He rolled the name around his mouth like it was delicious, and my gaze locked on his lips. He wet them and I shivered at his smile. “I’m called Cy.”

He was, and I did. Sigh, I mean.

“Can I buy you a drink, Rose?”

“I— Yes. Please.” What? Like I was gonna turn down alcohol, and if I was doing this, I was gonna do it. I’d never actually spoken to any of them before, but I could handle it. Probably. I squared my shoulders Calista-style and looked up at him through my lashes.

He stepped closer. “Anything in particular, or shall I surprise you?”

I can’t even begin to tell you how appealing he made that sound. I played with a tendril of my hair, all coy. “I like surprises.”

“Do you?” He called for something over his shoulder. I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, abruptly glad Sugar Daddy made us dress for dinner. It wasn’t anything fancy, just high-waisted black slacks and a red tank, but I knew I looked good. I mean, I told you I’m gorgeous, and not even a burlap sack could hide that fact. What? I totally am, and by his expression, he thought so, too.

“Are you here for the convention?” I asked.

“No.” His eyes lit up with his smile. Oh God, yeah, I was totally looking at his eyes. I glanced away, and he laughed, low and smooth.“I’m here for sport.” His knuckles trailed down my arm, and no lie, I almost died.

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AK Nevermore enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.

Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time. 

AK pays the bills writing a copious amount of copy, along with a column on SFF. She belongs to numerous industry organizations, volunteers for far too many committees, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.

It's Christmas...again

 

 

A friend asked me if I had ever written a book with a Christmas theme. I remembered a short story I had written for a writer's challenge. I told my friend that I write thrillers with an erotic twist, centered on FBI agent Nicolas Hayes and his dominant lover, Jacklyn Hollander. Nicolas works in the Violent Crimes Unit, dealing with serial killers, armed bank robbers, and other crimes the FBI is asked to investigate. Jacklyn, on the other hand, is a physical therapist and part-time mistress. She was the one who influenced Nicolas to become her submissive, giving him a much-needed break from his daily grind.

My friend laughed and then asked if I ever include the holidays in my stories. If the plot follows the seasons and Christmas fits in, I mention it, but it has never played a major role. However, I remembered that in the second book in the series, Jacklyn gave Nicolas a special gift, so here's the excerpt from Famous Murders.

 

What the book is about -

A killer on the loose, an FBI-agent in love, and a famous actor in danger.

 

After three murders in the Washington, DC, vicinity, the FBI Agents Hayes and Beckham are assigned to solve the case. Although the murders seem incoherent at first, it becomes clear that there are connections between them. It turns out that the murderer is far from having reached the end of his deadly list.

Aside from the investigation, Agent Hayes has to find a way to get on with his demanding girlfriend and her challenging love games. Can he do both and not lose himself?

 

Excerpt

If asked, Nicolas would’ve bet his year’s salary on Jacklyn’s old friend Richard Tusk reserving the best table of the evening for himself. He was also right that the lawyer lavished Jacklyn with compliments to her outfit, hair-do, and make-up, leering included. Nicolas lifted a hand when Richard was about to extend the praise to him. He hadn’t thought of the gift Jacklyn had made, but their host certainly noticed and caught the pendant of the bracelet.

“A charm for the lover?” Richard laughed and wiggled his brows. “Ah, Nick, what a wonderful thing!” He turned to Jacklyn while Nicolas pulled the chair for her. “A golden charm bracelet with a little padlock. How thoughtful of you! And tasteful.” He sat down. “You don’t stop amazing me. I wish I’d gotten such a gift.”

“There was no need to protect you from all-too-eager admirers, Rick.”

Richard laughed out loud. “Point taken! I couldn’t get enough. And there’re some I still think of.” He indulged in a sexy smile that caused Nicolas to look away. “Oh, I see, I should stop, or Mr. Hayes will leave us and never return.”

“Rick, can that attitude!” Jacklyn warned, but she laughed saying it.

“I just can’t.” Richard batted his eyelids at her. “You’d have to gag and blindfold me to reach that goal.”

“Yes, you might be right, but it won’t be me doing that.”

Richard put a hand over hers. “Not even if I asked you really nicely?”

Nicolas knew the lawyer was playing the game and trying to provoke him. He made an effort to ignore the hands, the words, and Richard leaning forward to fall nose first into Jacklyn’s décolleté. Instead, he watched the owner, Harry Fuller, chat with other, obviously important guests. There were local politicians and their wives, and Nicolas recognized a deputy of the district attorney in company with colleagues. Nicolas assumed they all searched for unique, classy entertainment, and Harry Fuller’s club provided the thrill to distract them from their daily grind.

Their drinks were served, and the show was as splendid as Jacklyn had predicted. The dancers were excellent, and even though their performance was tempting and very sexy, they never crossed the line to open pornography on stage. Nicolas divided his focus between the performance and Jacklyn, who watched so intently as if she was about to memorize the dancers’ moves. When the dancers chose a guest of the audience to participate in yet another part of the show, Nicolas used the pause to get up and walk toward the restrooms.

About a dozen guests scrutinized him on his way. Some checked him up and down, and some told him by a glance they were available. He lifted his hand casually as if to correct his tie and smiled at seeing that the charm worked and kept insiders from further advances.

 

 

 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

 

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