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Release day for Melynda Price!! Passing His Guard!

Please join me in congratulating my lovely friend Melynda Price on the release of this wonderful novel! I had the honour of an ARC and I LOVED it!! If you love an MMA romance with steam, suspense and passion then you NEED to read this book!! 

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Warning:

17+ sexual content and profanity

When a MMA fighter clashes wills with a sexy private investigator, the gloves come off…

Aiden “Disco Stick” Kruze walked away from it all—money, family, friends, and a successful career as a lawyer in Manhattan—to pursue his dream of being an MMA fighter. When a sexy private investigator shows up at Aiden’s gym, he mistakenly assumes she’s a cage-banging groupie.

Ryann is determined to haul Aiden back home. She’s desperate to claim the reward money that will pay off her father’s creditors before the man who killed her father comes to collect from her.

Aiden is done living his life under the microscope of being a senator’s son. He’s not going back to New York—ever—and there’s nothing this tenacious redhead can do about it. Or is there?

When the demons of Aiden’s past catch up with him, he realizes the lies, deception, and betrayal run deeper than he ever imagined. Aiden must put his career and his life on the line to save the woman who’s stolen his heart.

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Series Description:

Against The Cage:

The gritty, rough, and hot-as-hell MMA men of the Cage Fighting Association never surrender. Each has his own battle-scarred past, and each has a reason to resist the biggest takedown of all: love. But when these fighters meet their matches, the battles in the cage pale in comparison with the sparks that fly outside of it. Against the Cage, Melynda Price’s MMA romance series, is big on action and high on heat, with alpha males who are just as unforgettable as they are irresistible.

  • Win By Submission (book 1)
  • Passing His Guard (book 2)
  • Grappling For Position (book 3) coming 4/

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Bio:

Melynda Price is the author of several contemporary and paranormal romance titles, including Win by Submission and Passing His Guard in the mixed martial arts–themed Against the Cage series. Price writes for ardent readers who want to fall in love over and over again. She makes the unbelievable believable while taking her characters to the limit with tales full of passion, heart, and unexpected twists. Salting stories with undertones of history whenever possible, Price adds immeasurable depth to her well-crafted books. She lives with her husband and two children in northern Minnesota, where there are plenty of snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with a hot cup of coffee and write.

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Excerpt

What are you doing?”

Ryann didn’t even try to disguise the alarm in her voice when Aiden came swaggering out of the bathroom towel drying his hair in nothing but his underwear. The boxer briefs rode low on his waist, clinging to his thighs and hugging his ass. Hanes never looked so good. The black cotton stretched taut over an impressive piece of male flesh hanging between his thighs, the detailed outline leaving nothing to the imagination.

His arms were up, displaying a roadmap of muscled abs and sculpted obliques. Not a spare ounce of flesh adorned this man’s body, a body he clearly had no shame in putting on display. Then again, why should he?—he was absolutely gorgeous.

Aiden froze at her alarmed outburst and canted his head, looking at her from beneath the towel. “What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m getting ready for bed.”

Wearing that?”

His brow arched, more in amusement than in question she suspected. “What do you propose I wear, Ryann? I don’t suppose you happened to grab my duffel bag when you were abducting me.”

No. No, she did not.

I didn’t think so,” he grumbled, tossing the damp towel on the chair as he walked past her side of the bed. Unable to tear her eyes from his incredibly hard body, she watched as he ambled to his side of the bed and flopped down, hands laced behind his head, long legs crossed at the ankle. The unforgiving mattress bounced like a trampoline, throwing Ryann into him. Her hand shot out to stop her trajectory and landed solidly on his chest. Eyes remaining closed, he chuckled. A low throaty rumble vibrated beneath her fingers, traveling up her arm like a seductive shockwave.

Aiden cracked open an eye, pinning her with that heart-stopping amber stare. “Not tonight, honey. I have a headache.”

She gasped. Shock and outrage made her impulsive and reckless. Without thinking better of it, she grabbed the flat disc of his masculine nipple and pinched him—hard. Aiden flinched, barking out a surprised curse.

You’re going to have a lot more than a headache,” she snapped, refusing to let go, and taking sadistic pleasure in wiping that arrogant smirk off his too handsome face. But her win was a short victory, at that. Perhaps she should have considered the wisdom of taking on a MMA fighter because in less than two seconds she was on her back, arms pinned above her head as his body pressed her into the rock hard mattress.

Not so funny now, is it?” he growled.

She couldn’t tell if he was angry or playing—perhaps a little of both. “Let me up,” she bucked her hips, a pathetic attempt to displace one-hundred and eighty-five pounds of hard muscled fighter.

He didn’t budge. She struggled beneath him, trying to work herself free, but his grip only tightened, his body hardening to stone as a low growl tore from his throat. “Fuck, Ryann, quit moving.”

Then let me up!”

Not until you tap.”

What? You’re insane. I’m not tapping for you.”

Then get comfortable, sweetheart, because until you do, I’m not moving.”

For good measure, Aiden ground his hips between her parted thighs, letting her feel the full force of his arousal against the sensitive bead of her sex. A jolt of heat arrowed into her core, releasing a floodgate of desire she’d been fighting like hell to hold back. Damn him. The thin cotton of her pajama pants provided little barrier to his Hanes-covered cock, and soon her body’s moisture would betray her aching need for this man.

Pride and principal warred with self-preservation.

Tap,” he mocked, arching his pierced brow, daring her to push him further.

Never.”

Aiden chuckled, a deep throaty rumble she felt all the way to her toes. With eyes locked on hers, he lowered his head, stopping just before his lips would brush against hers. Seconds ticked by. Her breath stalled in her lungs. He wouldn’t…would he?

Tap,” he growled. The moist heat of his minty breath kissed her lips but his flesh did not. He was bluffing…right? Did she really know him well enough to take that risk? By the unwavering intensity of his amber stare the answer to that would be a “no.” Apparently sleep deprivation was skewing her good judgment because the insane impulse to see how far this fighter was prepared to go in order to win was too tempting to resist.

He thought he had her all figured out, did he?—thought that he could intimidate her with his body, bully her into submission. Well, he had another thing coming. Someone should really teach this guy a lesson, and Ryann was just daring enough to volunteer.

You want me to tap?” she whispered, smiling sweetly. “You first.” She closed the scant distance separating them and kissed him. Aiden froze. For a moment, she thought he was going to pull back. When he didn’t, she couldn’t help but smile against his lips—another win. He didn’t move, nor did he kiss her back, holding himself stone-still as if not certain he trusted her motives. Smart man.

What the hell was she doing? Which seemed to be his mirroring thought when he tensed as her tongue traced his bottom lip, teasing over the loop piercing. His breath passed his parted lips in shortened pants. He seemed to be at war with himself, the energy coiled inside him stringing his muscles ripcord tight.

If she was honest, she’d admit to using this game to sate her wicked curiosity. Did he really taste as good as she remembered, kiss with enough skill and passion to wipe all reason from her mind? What would it take to break this fighter?—to make him tap?

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It’s RELEASE DAY for 5 Prince Publishing’s Bernadette Marie and Melynda Price!!

I am so very excited! Today just happens to be release day for two of my favourite authors! And what’s even better is that they are fellow 5 Prince Publishing authors!

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre Contemporary Romance:
Vivian Book three of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: October 9, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120425 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-042-8
Print ISBN-10: 1631120433 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-043-5
From loss breeds new beginnings
Vivian
Monroe had been jaded. Her husband’s death only compounded the lies she’d only
come to learn about.
Clayton
North knows a thing or two about loss. He figured it was fate for him to meet
Vivian Monroe. He’ll take on the challenge of helping her mend her heart.
Midst
new friendships and new romance, Vivian must let go of her pain and face the
woman who helped Adam Monroe weave his deceptive web.
About the Author:
Bestselling
Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part
of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its
release in 2011, along with her other series and single title books. The
married mother of five sons promises Happily Ever After always…and says
she can write it, because she lives it.
When
not writing, Bernadette Marie is shuffling her sons to their many events—mostly
hockey—and enjoying the beautiful views of the Colorado Rocky Mountains from her
front step. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree
black belt in Tang Soo Do.
A
chronic entrepreneur, Bernadette Marie opened her own publishing house in 2011,
5 Prince Publishing, so that she could publish the books she liked to
write and help make the dreams of other aspiring authors come true too.
How to reach Bernadette Marie
@writesromance on Twitter

 

Excerpt of Vivan:

Chapter One

God she was miserable. Vivian Monroe sat in her
car just on the outskirts of town. The late November wind was kicking up. It
was cold and her damn car had stalled—just like everything had for her for
years.
It had been less than six months ago that she
found out her husband of ten years had married two other women before his
death.
Never in a million years, though, did she think
she’d make a new life with those other two Mrs. Monroes. Adam, her late
husband, had left her with nothing. His second wife, whom he’d left everything
to, had stepped up to make sure that Vivian and her daughters were always taken
care of. She may never admit it aloud, but she’d learned a lot from Amelia.
It had been Amelia who had come up with the
plan for Adam’s widows to take what he’d left and start a business. It would
help to take care of Adam’s children and then no one walked away with
everything. They were building a daycare center of all things. It would open
next week if everything went according to plan.
Her mind shifted to Penelope, Adam’s newest
wife. Though Penelope was only ten years, or so, younger than her, she felt as
if she were a mother to the girl. Penelope was eight months pregnant with
Adam’s baby. She needed compassion—especially from Vivian, who’d been through
the process.
Vivian gritted her teeth and tried to start the
engine again. Nothing.
She’d called for help, but it was going to be
awhile. Sam, her late husband’s lawyer and Amelia’s new fiancé, was in court.
Amelia had an inspector at the old house they were converting into the daycare
center. And Penelope and Brock, the man who had been by Adam’s side when he
died in combat and now was Penelope’s fiancé, were in a doctor’s appointment.
She was totally alone. Even her own girls were
at the rec center daycare for the day. That, she thought, was the only plus to
the day.
The day trip to Oklahoma City to find out
anything she could on Adam’s mother hadn’t turned up much. Stella Monroe, by
all accounts, seemed to be missing.
Vivian hated that she thought it wasn’t really
a bad thing to have the woman MIA. But, it did mean they didn’t know where she
was and there was a great chance she’d be coming after her.
After Adam had died, her mother-in-law had,
well, gone off the deep end. Her husband had even found it beneficial to move
her to Florida and away from Parson’s Gulch, Oklahoma where she’d made her home
for most of her life.
Still, she’d texted Vivian three weeks ago
saying she was coming after her and then the house where they were building the
daycare had been broken into. Things just weren’t adding up.
Vivian smiled when she thought about the books
that had been thrown around in the attic the night of the break in. They’d all
been full of money. Six thousand dollars had been found in between the pages
and in the cutouts of the vintage books. Adam’s grandmother had stashed it all
there. As far as she was concerned, when they were given the house and all of
its contents that included the money too. Of course, now sitting in her broken
down car meant it might have to be used for costly repairs.
Another car pulled up behind hers, but it
wasn’t one of the four people she’d called. She looked into the review mirror
and saw Clayton North stepping out of his car.
Great. The one man who had turned her head in
all these years had come to rescue her. He and that shiny gold band on his hand
that she’d neglected to see the first day she’d met him.
Oh, she had to have looked stupid flirting with
him like she was. What made her think he was available? And why did she care,
except she’d gotten caught up in all this falling in love that had been going
on. First Amelia and Sam and then Penelope and Brock. She was a woman after
all. She could certainly blame it on hormones.
She let out a long breath and waited for him to
come to her door. When he tapped on the window, she opened the door.
“It’s so dead I can’t roll down the window,”
she said, forcing a smile on her face.
“I brought cables. I’ll give you a jump.”
“Thanks.” She popped the hood of her car,
climbed out, and watched as Clayton walked back and climbed into his car. He
drove it around the quiet road so that he was parked right next to her.
He popped the hood of his car as he climbed
out. “It’ll just take a moment.”
He pulled the cables out of his car and walked
around to the front of the cars.
Clayton chuckled to himself. “I always forget
which way these go.”
“Red ones are positive. Black are negative.”
He nodded. “Right. You’d think that would be
easy enough to remember.”
Clayton went about connecting the cables and
Vivian watched, then what he said hit her.
“You said you brought cables. You didn’t just
have them and saw me stranded?”
Clayton shook his head. “The gal at the front
desk of the rec center lent them to me. I’d gone to get my girls and they said
you’d called because you were going to be late. I told them I’d come get you.”
Vivian nodded slowly, her stare fixed on this
man she’d flirted with and even had invited to a private bar-b-cue. She
sickened herself. Though he did come without his wife. That didn’t uphold his
character very well, she decided.
“You drove all the way out here to get me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Clayton looked around and then back at her.
“Because you’re stranded.”
She crossed her arms over her chest as much out
of irritation as to shield her from the cold. “Just a nice guy routine?”
Clayton’s sandy hair was blowing in the
opposite direction in which he’d combed it, giving it a ledge. His brown eyes
were narrowed on her as he held the last cord in his hand.
“No routine going on. I thought we were friends
and you needed some help.”
“Friends? I just met you a few weeks ago.”
“Right.” He winced. “You invited me to a party
too. Friends do that. Even if they just met. Remember I’m new in town. I don’t
know too many people.”
“Whatever. Thanks for coming out. Very strange,
but thank you.” She couldn’t even stand the sound of her own voice as she
talked to him. The first time they’d met she was giddy and gushy—not like her
either. But now she was being crude and snide. More like her, she thought, but
not nice.
He clamped the last cable to the side of the
engine compartment. “Okay, go start your car.”
Vivian walked back to her car and turned the
key. The car sputtered and finally came to life. When she looked up Clayton
stood there with an enormous grin looking down at two running engines.
That nerdy grin was making her insides gooey
again, just as it had when he’d arrived at the old house looking for a daycare
for his girls. Two of the cutest girls she’d ever seen.
It was stupid to be mad at herself just because
an attractive, smart guy considered her a friend. And then there was the matter
of fact that he was going to be paying some of her bills when his daughters
attended their daycare.
She let her mouth slide into an easy smile as
she climbed out of the car.
“I really appreciate you coming to help me out.
That was above and beyond.”
“I’d like to think that someone would help me
someday too.”
Cute and genuinely nice. His wife was a lucky
lady—whoever she was.
Clayton took the cables off of the batteries
and rolled them around his arm. Vivian slammed down her hood and he did the
same.
“Amelia is with the inspector now getting
everything signed off on the daycare. If everything goes well, we should be
open next week.”
His eyes grew wide. “Oh, that’ll be great. My
girls talk about your girls non-stop. They’ll be glad to be around them all the
time.”
He was easy to look at and easy to talk to. She
found herself wanting to do just that—stare and talk.
“How is school going?” she asked, remembering
that he was a new school teacher in town.
“So far, not bad. I’ve been called Mr. South,
Mr. West, Mr. East, and Mr. Northbound.”
She chuckled and he eased his hip against his
car, which only made him cuter.
“Third graders are funny like that.”
“Sometimes sassier than high schoolers.”
When he crossed his arms over his chest, she
was reminded of that wedding ring on his finger. She didn’t want to be that
other woman to worry about.
Vivian pushed back her shoulders and held out
her hand. “Thank you, Mr. Northwest, for helping me out today.”
He grinned as he shook her hand. “My pleasure.”
“I look forward to seeing the girls next week.”
She turned back to her car and began to climb
inside.
“Hey,” he called. “I’m taking the fam out for
pizza on Saturday night. That place on the edge of town with the video games.”
She nodded. She knew the place too well. That
was where she and Adam had spent many of their teenage lustful nights.
“Anyway,” he continued. “Why don’t you and the
girls meet us there? We can have family pizza night for everyone.”
Vivian swallowed hard. “They’d like that.”
He gave her a wave as he climbed into his car
and motioned for her to drive ahead of him.
She put the car in gear and started back down
the road.
Looking back in her rearview mirror, she saw
him on his cell phone. No doubt talking to his wife.
She was a big enough woman to be friends with
him—and the wife. She’d been lied to and she didn’t trust anyone, so this would
be a good step for her. Trust a man she just met that makes her insides
gooey—and spend time with his kids and wife.
Nothing seemed off about that at all, she tried
to convince herself. He was just a good, decent man. He’d come to her rescue
and his daughters would be in her care next week when her business opened.

 

But it didn’t stop the fact that he was so
handsome and she wished he was single.
 
 
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Available from 5 Prince
Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal
Release Date: October 9, 2014
Digital ISBN 13 978-1-63112-071-8 ISBN 10: 1631120719
Print ISBN 13 978-1-63112-072-5 ISBN 10:1631120727
Braving the Darkness
All have sacrificed, but one
will sacrifice all…
Just when Olivia thought she’d finally
have everything she always wanted, she was never closer to losing it all. Haden
rocked Olivia’s foundation when he professed his love for her, and then turned
himself in to the High Court. Although it was for the best, watching him walk
out of her life was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
Liam has always been the angel that holds her heart. But
nothing will test the bonds of that love more than when a sick twist of fate
brings all their lives crashing back together again.
Bitter enemies in love with the same woman, Liam and Haden
must put their differences aside to battle an evil whose reach is far greater
than either of them ever imagined. It will take all their strength to protect
Olivia from an enemy that’s come to claim her and usher in a power-play to
overthrow the High Court.
Love, sacrifice, and betrayal… It all comes to a
heart-stopping conclusion in Braving the Darkness.
Melynda Price:
An avid lover of paranormal romance, Melynda was inspired to
write her own series after reading the Book of Enoch. She’s always had a
fascination with stories about angels, and the role they’ve played in the
history of our multi-dimensional world.
She attended Bethel University in Minnesota and graduated in
2003, holding AA, ASN and BSN degrees.
She lives in Northern Minnesota where she has plenty of
snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with her Chihuahua, and a
hot cup of coffee, to write. She’s blessed with two amazing children, and a
wonderful husband of nineteen years.
Redemption Series:
“Writing the Redemption Series has been a fantastic
adventure, culminating a world of mystery, suspense, love and deception. Have
you ever wondered what it might be like to see beyond our dimension? Step into
Olivia Norton’s world, where nothing is quite as it seems, and evil lurks where
she least expects it.”
Excerpt of Braving
the Darkness

Chapter One

“Olivia!”
The knot of unease tightened in Liam’s gut as
he waited for her to answer. Muttering an oath under his breath, he stormed
down the stairs and headed in the direction Haden had come. He should have
known the bastard would be early, his only regret was agreeing to meet him
here. The farther that bastard stayed from Olivia, the better. But
unfortunately at the time, he’d been of no mind to argue location. He’d just
been relieved Haden hadn’t decided to bolt, leading him on a merry chase that
would take him away from Olivia.
As he entered the hall, he came to an abrupt
halt at finding her standing by the kitchen, staring at—nothing. She looked
utterly shell-shocked, as if her world had suddenly come crashing down on her.
“Olivia?”
When she didn’t respond, he took her face in
his hands and bent down, breaking into her line of sight. She blinked a few
times, as if coming out of a trance, and those beautiful emerald orbs slowly
shifted into focus. Instinctively, he stretched his senses, searching for their
connection, trying to take her emotional pulse. Encountering nothing, but that
damn empty void, his jaw, clenched in frustration, biting back the snarled
curse hovering so close to his lips. Any fool could see she was upset, but the
why of it was what had him concerned.
Damn Haden! No doubt that bastard was to blame
for this. What had he said to rattle her so soundly? Odds were she wouldn’t
tell him if he asked. For some reason, she’d taken it upon herself to protect
him. She claimed her concern was for his salvation—and maybe it was—but part of
him wondered if there wasn’t more to it.
“Olivia, are you all right?” He tipped her face
up to get a better look at her. “You’re pale.” Pale? She looked downright
ghostly. Fucking Haden…this son of a bitch was quickly turning into the bane of
his existence.
Her hand absently flittered to the flat of her
stomach, looking as if she was about to be sick. “I’m…fine.”
Her airy, haunted voice told him she was
anything but that. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he gently guided
Olivia into the kitchen and pulled out a chair for her to sit down. She had
that look she often wore right before her stomach rebelled.
Come to think of it, she’d been ill a lot since
they’d left Rebecca’s. He knew she was prone to motion sickness and they’d
spent a great deal of time traveling over the last few weeks, but they had been
home now for several days and the nausea still plagued her. Were they still
bonded, he’d sense if anything were amiss. His loss of connection to her
continued to seethe like a slow, burning acid in his veins.
“Do you have any of Rebecca’s ginger tea left?”
Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, he filled it with water and stuck it in the
microwave.
“No, but I think there’s some holiday spice in
the drawer by the stove. Liam…?”
He tensed at the uncertainty in her voice and
glanced over his shoulder. She worried at her bottom lip, a nervous habit that
gave away her unease. “Yeah?”
For a moment, she didn’t speak as if she wasn’t
certain she should or could put her thoughts into words. “What do you think
will happen to Haden once you get to court?”
So that’s what this was about? He ground his
teeth together, biting back the snarled curse just begging to get out. The Neph—it
was always the Neph. Schooling his features as to not giveaway the extent her
concern for the half-breed galled him, Liam shrugged as if to say he cared not
either way—which he truly didn’t. Were it not for Liam’s devotion to this
female, and a hefty dose of guilt that made it neigh impossible to refuse her,
Haden would have been dead thrice by now. “Hard to say… I suppose that will
depend on him.”
The microwave stopped and the shrill beep stung his preternaturally acute
hearing. He yanked the door open, cutting off the alarm, and pulled out the
mug, dropping a tea bag inside the steaming water before carrying it over to
her.
“Umm… Liam? There’s something I have to tell
you.”
Well, this didn’t sound good. He took a seat
beside her and pressed his palm against her forehead, checking for a fever.
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”
Despite her nod, he wasn’t the slightest bit
convinced. Her hand held a notable tremor as she raised the cup to her lips.
When she sat it down, he took both her hands and gently squeezed—a silent
encouragement to proceed. “What do you have to tell me, Olivia?” Whatever she
had to say couldn’t be good. The pulse in her wrist battered against his thumb
as he lovingly caressed her silken flesh.
Liam hadn’t seen her this shaken since the
night he and Haden rescued her from Gahn. That night still haunted him and
would for some time to come, for too many reasons to name, and for others he
refused to lay claim to. Still, the one unanswered question that continued to
plague him, above all, the rest: Why didn’t Gahn kill Olivia in the Everglades? It was no secret he wanted her dead; he’d
tried and failed for years. She was too great a threat to the Dark Court to keep
alive, so why not finish it when he had the chance?
The way he’d staked her to the floor, the salt,
the pentagram—all of it indicated he’d had every intention of ending her life
that night. So what had changed his mind? Liam wasn’t fool enough to think the demon
had been struck with a moment of conscience. Perhaps Haden would know the
answer. He knew the demon better than anyone else, having been raised by him,
and those two were cut from the same cloth—deceptive, ruthless and rotten as
hell.
Olivia swallowed and the arid click in her
throat broke the silence stretching between. “Liam, I’m—.”
Bang!
Bang! Bang!

The pounding against the kitchen window cut her off and Olivia jumped, letting
out a startled yelp. Liam’s head snapped up and he leveled Haden with a
murderous glare.
“Come on!” the half-breed barked impatiently,
scowling through the glass. He lifted his wrist and tapped his finger where a
watch should have been.
“Just a minute,” Liam snapped. Had he ever
wanted to kill anyone more than this bastard right now? Well, perhaps Gahn, but
that was beside the point. Turning his attention back to Olivia, he mumbled an
apology for Haden’s rude interruption. “Go on, now what were you saying? You’re
what?”
She hesitated, suddenly seeming unsure. Then,
as if decided on something, she exhaled a breath she’d been holding and blurted,
“I’m…I’m really going to miss you.”
Liam’s chest tightened as if an invisible hand
had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. Damn, he didn’t want to
leave her again—even if only for a few days. “I’m going to miss you, too,
sweetheart, but I won’t be gone long. I promise.”
“Will you do me a favor?”
He nodded. “Of course…” Did she even have to
ask? There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.
“Please…tell Haden…thank you. And that I’m
sorry.”
At the mention of Haden’s name, Liam tensed; his
face tightening to a furrow of displeasure, his waning patience for the bloody
male was well beyond its expiration date. “I feel as if you and I need to talk
when I get back,” he grumbled, no longer trying to hide his ire.
She nodded, and once again he cursed his broken
connection to her. In the week since they’d returned from the Everglades,
Liam had intentionally given her space. What she’d gone through had been
terrifying and traumatic. He’d hoped that with a little time she’d open up to
him on her own and talk about what had happened between her and Haden that
night out in the yard. Liam’s measure of grace only stretched so far, and it
seemed this male was quickly becoming a sore subject between the two of
them—one that was going to need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.
Resigned not to part from her with strife
growing between them, he stood and kissed her goodbye. “I love you, Olivia,
always and forever. You know that, right? Nothing will ever change that.”
She nodded, a pensive smile touching her
beautiful lips. “I love you, too. Always and forever,” she returned the vow,
her fists twisting in the collar of his shirt as she clung to him, seeming
reluctant to let him go.
He sensed no hesitation in her words. No deceit
or confusion as she confessed her heart to him. But, undeniably, her heart was
troubled. About what, he intended to get to the bottom of as soon as he got
back. With a final brush of his lips against her forehead, Liam turned and
walked toward the door. The only thing that kept his feet moving was the knowledge
he was coming back—alone.
As far as Liam was concerned, he couldn’t part
ways with Haden fast enough. That Olivia felt the need to apologize to the
bastard was proof enough that this manipulative shit was still trying to get
his claws into her. More than once over the last week, he regretted his
decision to go back into that burning building. Had Liam refused Olivia’s plea
to save Haden’s life, his world would be a shit-load less complicated right
now, and he wouldn’t be saying goodbye to Olivia so he could play chauffeur to
this prick who was too arrogant to realize the opportunity set before him. Life
or death—it was his to choose. The bastard was damn lucky the decision wasn’t
up to Liam.
“It’s about damn time,” Haden growled as Liam
stepped off the porch. The Neph stood beneath a palm, leaning casually against
the tall, curved spine. His arms crossed defiantly over his chest, his tawny
brows knitted in that perpetual scowl of annoyance. Bracing his shoulder
against the tree, the male shoved off and lumbered toward him. “Let’s get this
over with.”
“Gladly.”
When the Neph approached, Liam stuck out his
hand. Haden stopped short and gave him an ached look. “I’m not sure what I’ve
done to give you the wrong impression, but I don’t swing that way. Sorry to
tell you. But truly, I’m flattered—.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Liam growled, grabbing
Haden’s hand in a crushing grip. The tough bastard didn’t so much as flinch.
“Were there any other way to get you into my world, believe me, I’d do it.”
“Then by all means, here’s my other hand if you
want it.” Liam knocked the offending extremity out of his way and marched
around the house to a more private place to disappear than the front yard on a
Monday morning.

Release Day! Courting Darkness – Melynda Price

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Courting Darkness
Redemption Series Book 3
Melynda Price

Courting Darkness

Available from 5 Prince Publishing http://www.5princebooks.com books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction / Romance/ Paranormal
Release Date: January 23, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-91-2 ISBN 10: 1-939217-91-1
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-92-9 ISBN 10: 1-939217-92-X
Purchase link : http://www.5princebooks.com/buy.html

I have been so excited about the release of this book!  If you haven’t read this series that do yourself a favour and grab it now!  If you love paranormal romance then this series is for you!  I had the honour of reading an advanced release copy of this third book of the series and I LOVED it!!  More info below!

She’s captured the hearts of Heaven and Hell…

Betrayed by her true love, Olivia cannot let go of the angel her mind doesn’t remember, and her heart refuses to forget. In an attempt to reclaim her broken life, she is determined to unearth her past, but some secrets are better left buried.

To save her life, he sacrificed everything. Universal Law was broken when Liam violated Olivia’s free will. His guardianship has been revoked, and the pain of letting her go is nothing compared to the torture of enduring their shattered bond. He can no longer sense her, no longer feel her, and the enemy he risked it all to save her from, now has free reign to claim her for his own. To get her back, Liam must turn away from all he is, all he was, for the one thing he may have already lost forever—Olivia’s love.

Haden will stop at nothing to possess Immanuel’s Stone, and locked away in Olivia’s memories is the key he needs to find it. But in his quest for vengeance, he never expected to lose his heart to the enchanting green-eyed beauty. Forced to choose between love and revenge, Haden becomes captivated by a woman who will never be his…or will she?

Melynda Price:
An avid lover of paranormal romance, Melynda was inspired to write the Redemption Series after reading the Book of Enoch. She’s always had a fascination with stories about angels, and the role they’ve played in the history of our multi-dimensional world.
She attended Bethel University in Minnesota holding AA, ASN and BSN degrees, but her true love is creative writing and story-telling.
She lives in Northern Minnesota where she has plenty of snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with her Chihuahua, and a hot cup of coffee, to write. She’s blessed with two amazing children, and a wonderful husband of nineteen years.
Redemption Series:
“Writing the Redemption Series has been a fantastic adventure, culminating a world of mystery, suspense, love and deception. Have you ever wondered what it might be like to see beyond our dimension? Step into Olivia Norton’s world, where nothing is quite as it seems, and evil lurks where she least expects it.”
Visit Melynda at http://www.MelyndaPrice.com

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Excerpt of Courting Darkness:
Guardian? Olivia’s pulse kicked in her throat, choking off her air in a startled gasp. At the last moment, she jerked her hand back before Tate could make contact. Oh shit, this guy was crazier than she was. Stumbling away from her “guardian,” her retreat was halted when she collided with the wall, smacking the back of her head.
Tate winced with a that-must-have-hurt grimace as the bang echoed throughout the elevator.
It did. A lot.
“Actually, I’m your new guardian.”
She reached up to rub away the sting, scowling at the stranger as if this was his fault. Two thoughts crossed Olivia’s mind. One, you’re about to become a skin suit. And two, play along with this nut job until the elevator stops, then run like hell.
Swallowing back the panic, she forced a negligent shrug. “New guardian, huh? What happened to my old one? He get fired or something?”
At her sarcastic bark of laughter, the stranger gave her a disapproving scowl and grumbled, “Something like that. And he’s not too happy about it, either.”
Could this elevator go any slower? Looking at the very large, very attractive man, no one in their right mind would ever suspect he was bat-shit crazy. Perhaps that was how he lured unsuspecting women into his web of death—right before he Ted Bundyed them.
Humoring the guy and yes, stalling while this elevator took the painfully slow journey from the sixth floor to the lobby, she asked, “So, what did he do to uhh… get fired?”
“The fact that you don’t know is precisely the reason.”
Well, that’s…cryptic.
The elevator suddenly came to a jarring halt between floors, pitching Olivia forward. Her hands shot out, bracing for a fall, palms planting solidly against his chest. The rich scent of muted spices enveloped her, reminding Olivia of…nothing. Dammit, another black hole.
Trying to play it cool, she hastened an apology and quickly retreated to her respective corner of the elevator. Pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath that failed to calm her jangled nerves. “I’m trying to follow you here, I really am. But I don’t see what my having amnesia has to do with you or my so-called ‘guardian.’”
“You don’t have amnesia.”
A cynical bark of unladylike laughter tore from her throat. “Well, that’s good to know. But I’ve got about twenty-thousand dollars worth of medical bills that beg to differ with your diagnosis, Dr. Tate.”
She reached over and slammed her palm against the “emergency” button on the control panel, sending a shrill alarm up the elevator shaft.
Tate scowled, making no attempt to disguise his irritation as he reached in front of her and very pointedly hit the button again. The sharp ringing abruptly ceased. “Look, Olivia, your free will has been violated, and it’s imperative that I speak with you about this. I— Why are you looking at me like that?” he snapped impatiently.
“Because I never told you my name. How do you know me?”
“I already told you. I’m your guardian. I assure you, I have no intention of harming you, Olivia.”
“Guardian of what?” she challenged. “Because you certainly don’t look like an angel to me.” Just how naive did this guy think she was? What kind of a creep would hang out at a psychiatrist’s office and prey on emotionally damaged women? Did this guy really have nothing better to do with his time?
He exhaled an exasperated breath, muttering something about stubborn women and never wanting this job in the first place. When he looked back at her, he seemed to have rallied a measure of patience. “Exactly what is it we’re supposed to look like, Olivia?”
Well, for starters, how about not huge, hot, and terrifying?
“Am I to have a halo over my head, wear a white flowing dress, and sprinkle fairy dust about wherever I go?”
The sudden arch of his dark brow suggested he was poking fun at her. She was having none of it. “Well, that would help,” she quipped back with equal snark to his sarcasm.
“Sorry… I’m not that kind of an angel.”
An angel! Seriously…? He wasn’t even denying it!
Suddenly, as if a light clicked on, it all made sense to her. This guy must be one of Dr. Shriner’s patients. He had to have been in the office and overheard the secretary calling her name—that’s how he knew her. Oh shit…then this guy really was crazy, which was a hell of a lot more terrifying than hypothetical nuts.
Her hands swung up to back him off. “Look, Tate, maybe you don’t mean to scare me, but you are. Honestly, you’re really freaking me out right now. If you truly believe that you’re my guardian angel, then you need some serious help. Perhaps you should talk to Dr. Shriner about this God complex you seem to have. I’m sure she can help you, but please, leave me alone.”
At her request, the elevator jerked and continued its descent. His furrowed brows were a combination of frustrated and pissed off, and neither look said “hey, you can trust me not to kill you.”
As the elevator chimed, announcing they’d reached the lobby, Olivia made a final attempt to diffuse the situation. “I thank you for your concern, but I don’t want a guardian and I don’t need a guardian.” As the metal prison doors slowly slid open, she bolted for the exit, slipping out sideways before they could even open all the way.
“You’re wrong, Olivia. You need me,” Tate called after her. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.”
At this taunting reply, she glanced over her shoulder, making sure he wasn’t following her. With each hurried step, her sandals clapped briskly against the gray tile floor. When the elevator doors slid closed, she caught a glimpse of Tate dragging his hand through his hair, growling what she could only imagine was a very unangel-like curse.
Olivia exhaled a sigh of relief to be away from the nut job and hastened her steps. The moment she was safely locked inside her car, she’d call up to Dr. Shriner’s office and report this Tate, whatever his last name was. Someone definitely needed to adjust that guy’s meds.
Rushing out the glass doors, her poorly anchored sandals slapped against the marble steps with rapid-fire clap, clap, clap. She was nearly to the sidewalk, her black Camaro in sight, when the stranger suddenly materialized out of thin air.
Olivia let out a startled yelp. Headed right for him, she put on the brakes, but the laws of physics were not in her favor. Momentum pitched her forward, her foot slipping off the step and hitting the one below. White-hot pain exploded in her ankle as it rolled beneath her. Her knee buckled under the duress and she reached for the iron railing, trying to catch herself before face-planting into the now scowling man.
He looked as if he wanted to come to her aid, but wisely stayed back. “Are you all right?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
She wasn’t buyin’ it. He was probably worried she’d scuff her knees and damage his skin suit.
“Are you all right, dear?” an elderly woman asked, hobbling over to her. The well-meaning geriatric looked like she needed more help than Olivia did, but she was limited on her choice of saviors, so granny was gonna have to do.
“No. I’m not all right,” Olivia replied, unable to keep the panic from edging into her voice. Lifting an accusing finger, she directed it at the stranger and accused, “This man is harassing me.”
Following the direction of Olivia’s outstretched arm, the old woman’s cataract-grayed eyes squinted to the bottom of the marble steps. After a moment of hard looking, she readjusted her glasses and gave it another try. “Dear, there’s no one there.”
“Oh Lord, I really am crazy,” she murmured.
Grandma laid a sympathetic hand on Olivia’s arm and gave it a patronizing pat.
“You’re not crazy,” the figment of her imagination piped in.
“Let me get someone to help you,” sweet granny offered. “Here, take my cane and sit on the bench.” She gestured to the vacant wrought iron bench on the sidewalk, precisely four feet from Olivia’s very large, very muscular illusion.
“She can’t see me,” he explained, taking a step up the marble stairs. “Let me help you, Olivia.”
The familiarity in the way he used her name added insult to injury. Ignoring his offer, she tested the strength of her ankle. When it refused to hold her weight, she begrudgingly accepted the old woman’s cane. “Thank you. I just need to sit for a minute. I’m sure my ankle will be all right.”
“I’ll get you some help.”
Before Olivia could protest, the Good Samaritan hobbled away, leaning heavily on the railing as she snail-paced it up the stairs.
“Are you always this stubborn?” her illusion asked, folding his arms across his wide chest. He followed a few steps behind as she gimped to the bench. On the plus side, if she was going to start imagining guys, at least she made them hot.
“Ignoring me won’t make me any less real,” he persisted.
Then Plan A was a bust, because that was exactly what she’d intended to do. “Will it make you go away?” she snapped.
“No. Not until I tell you what I came here to say.”
Somehow, Olivia wasn’t so sure that even then, he would leave her alone. But the way she saw it, she had two things going for her. One, if Tate was a figment of her imagination, then at least he couldn’t kill her. Two, if by some unexplainable phenomena he really did exist, then it was doubtful he’d whack her right here in public. So either way, it was unlikely death was imminent. Besides, Grandma was going for help, albeit not as quickly as Olivia would have liked, but help was on its way.
“All right then, talk,” she snapped impatiently, looking down at her watch. Shit…she was going to be late. “Tell me whatever it is you have to say and then go.”
He stood before her, dark brows scrunching in displeasure. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate her candidness—or perhaps being told what to do. This guy looked like he was more used to giving orders than taking them. She had to admit, for a figment of her imagination, his commanding presence felt pretty damn intimidating.
He watched her a moment in contemplative silence. Then, as if deciding on something, knelt on the sidewalk before her. “Let me see your ankle.”
She didn’t miss the note of impatience in his voice. Before she could refuse, he reached out and gently but firmly grasped her foot, slipping off her sandal.
His touch sent a jolt of awareness flooding her veins. “You are real,” she gasped, unable to deny the power coursing through his hands and seeping into her ankle. Liquid heat spread up her leg as the throbbing pain steadily diminished. “Why can I see you but that woman couldn’t?”
Tate stopped the assessment of her injury and glanced up at her with a dark violet gaze that made her heart ache with unexplainable loss. She didn’t like the way he made her feel. The emotions he stirred to life were painful and confusing. As a surge of overwhelming grief knifed into her heart, she suddenly found herself fighting back the urge to start sobbing.
“That old woman couldn’t see me because I wasn’t in corporeal form. You can see me because you have the gift of Sight, Olivia. Your eyesight can transcend dimensions, which means you possess the ability to see angels and demons. I can block your sight, demons cannot, which is why you’re in danger. You are a threat to the Dark Court because you can expose them. They want you dead. My job is to make sure that doesn’t happen. Your job is to let me do my job, and so far you haven’t been cooperating very well.”
He focused his attention back on her ankle, and Olivia winced when his fingers found a particularly tender spot. His grimace looked genuinely remorseful. Maybe, just maybe, he was telling her the truth. And if he was…God help her.
“Back in the elevator, you said you were my new guardian. What happened to my old one and why can’t I remember him? What was his name?”
Seeming overly focused on his task, he looked reluctant to answer, his dark brows furrowing in contemplation. “Look, Olivia, I’m not even supposed to be here, and I’m sure as hell not supposed to be telling you this. But the way I see it, you haven’t given me any other choice. Your life is at stake—”
“Tell me his name,” she pressed, believing Tate more and more with each passing second. Something told her he spoke the truth. The comforting heat infusing her ankle warred with the dread churning in her gut. Could it be possible that this…angel held the answers she’d spent the last eight weeks seeing a shrink to get? After two months of therapy, she wasn’t any closer to the truth now than before. “Tate…”
He gave a pensive sigh and met her stare. “His name is Liam.”
Her heart hammered against her chest at hearing the same name her mother had spoken the night she’d picked Olivia up from that hospital in Duluth. She hadn’t uttered it since, and wouldn’t talk of it now, even when Olivia had pressed her for answers. Her mother claimed she didn’t know anything. The only thing she could tell her was that Liam was an “old boyfriend” from several years ago. Minutes before she was to walk down the aisle and marry Mitch, he’d snuck into the church and abducted her. Kim didn’t know anything beyond that, other than there had been an accident. She’d been in a coma for days before Liam had called her mother and father to come and get her. By the time Olivia had awoken, he was gone, and so was her memory.
“There were rumors…that he loved you. That he…” Tate cleared his throat, seeming uncomfortable to continue. Casting his gaze to the ground he murmured, “That he…crossed boundaries of an intimate nature with you.”
Oh Lord…had he? Did they? She couldn’t remember.
“I should say, in his defense, that these allegations were never proven in court. But ultimately, he lost his guardianship of you because he violated Universal Law. Even though his bond to you has been severed, and he can no longer feel your emotions, I believe your connection to him remains. Although you can no longer remember him, I think you’re still in love with him, Olivia. And as long as you are, I cannot bond to you. Without that bond, I can’t sense you. I cannot tell when you’re in danger so I can’t keep you safe.”
Tate’s hands left her ankle to grasp one of hers—pleadingly. Were someone to see them across the street, one might think he was proposing to her. His grip was strong, surprisingly gentle. It seemed crazy, but she’d swear she felt his energy coursing through her veins as he looked up at her, imploring, “Olivia, you have to let him go. If you don’t, I can’t protect you and you will surely die.”
“This is crazy. How can you expect me to stop loving someone I can’t even remember? And what exactly does that mean? Violating Universal Law?” Her mind was reeling, trying to absorb the information he’d just dumped on her. She was still stuck back in the conversation where her guardian was in love with her. And she loved him, too? Really? Was that why her heart ached so? Why she felt like a part of her was missing?
“Universal Law demands that at all costs, a human’s free will must be honored—even unto death. You don’t have amnesia, Olivia. Liam stole your memory—”
“There you are, dear,” an aged voice called from the stairs.
She swung her head to look over her shoulder. A security officer was escorting the hobbling old woman toward Olivia. The warm hands that held hers disappeared, and when she glanced back, Tate was gone.

Released Today: Shades of Darkness by Melynda Price

Since signing my own publishing contract I have had the pleasure of coming into contact with many other authors. One of my fellow 5 Prince Publishing authors has her novel published today!

Shades of Darkness – Melynda Price

Melynda book coverFree will comes at a cost…

Three years after losing the love of her life, Olivia Norton refuses to continue living in the shadows of what will never be. But how can she marry another when her guardian angel still holds her heart?

Bound by Universal Law, Liam is forced to choose between his honor and his heart. Returning for Olivia nearly cost him his salvation once, but twice may prove to be his final undoing. Some sacrifices are worth the risk, while others could bring consequences that would last an immortal lifetime.

The game has changed—new players bring new threats and challenges. The evil that nearly took Olivia’s life three years ago has returned with a vengeance. A legion has been sent, and the Dark Court will not rest until the last sighted female has been killed.

An old enemy returns… Evil has a new face, a new name, and Haden will stop at nothing to possess the key Olivia holds, unlocking the power he needs to claim his revenge against Heaven and Hell.

About Melynda Price
An avid lover of paranormal romance, Melynda was inspired to write her own series after reading the Book of Enoch. She’s always had a fascination with stories about angels, and the role they’ve played in the history of our multi-dimensional world.
She attended Bethel University in Minnesota and graduated in 2003, holding AA, ASN and BSN degrees.
She lives in Northern Minnesota where she has plenty of snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with her Chihuahua, and a hot cup of coffee, to write. She’s blessed with two amazing children, and a wonderful husband of seventeen years.

Where to buy

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Paranormal

Release Date: February 28, 2013

Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-35-6 ISBN 10:1939217350

Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-34-9 ISBN 10:1939217342

Purchase link: www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm