Friday, May 31, 2013

Twist is on Sale

Feel free to snag this image and information. TWIST (Mageri Series: Book 2) is on sale for 99 cents for one week only. Book one (Sterling) is currently available for $2.99, so that's two full-sized novels for under $4.

TWIST (Mageri Series: Book 2) is on sale for 99 cents!



Selected as the Reader's Favorite & Reviewer Top Pick on GraveTells
"An outspoken woman makes the world a livable place. You have fire in you, and I would never put that out."

Adult Urban Fantasy Romance

Months after moving to the mysterious city of Cognito, Silver is developing her gifts as a Mage and learning how to live under new laws. She is forced to give up her old life and live in secret among the humans. There is finally hope of leading an ordinary life . . .

Until Logan Cross walks into it.

Their chance meeting leads her close to discovering the identity of the nameless Mage who once stole her light and discovered the unique power she possesses. That knowledge poses an unimaginable threat to Silver, fueling the search to find out who he is before he finds her.

Lives are at stake. Truths are revealed. And an unexpected passion ignites.

Book 1 - Sterling (Mageri Series: Book 1)
Book 2 - Twist (Mageri Series: Book 2)
Book 3 - Impulse (Mageri Series: Book 3)
Book 4 - Gravity (2013)
Book 5 - TBA (2013)


Go on and take your kiss, Mr. Cross.”
I tensed, expecting him to drag me back to the car. The earth crunched beneath his shoes as he parted his legs, leaning forward. My fingers continued working to loosen the knot. Logan lifted my chin with the crook of his finger, and lowered his head to meet mine.
“Give me your lips,” he growled. It was insistent, and there was no desire coating his words. This meant nothing to him; I might as well have been a tetanus shot in his ass.
“Why do you want this?”
His lip twitched. “A Mage is my enemy, and I should know everything about my enemy. I’ve never been close to a female of your kind,” he said inching closer, “and I find you… puzzling.”
Puzzling wasn’t a word a man had ever called me before.
His gaze was detached, as if he were studying the inner workings of a pocket watch.
Logan abruptly planted his warm lips on mine. I stood very still, waiting for those sharp teeth to slice me up, but they remained retracted.
Something changed while his lips explored mine, softening with every stroke.
Bark from the tree snapped above my head, showering small chips of wood in my hair. His fingers clawed against it, and I sensed a shift in his energy.
There was nothing demanding or rough about Logan’s kiss. His fleshy lips touched mine with soft pecks on the corners before returning front and center. They diligently tried to coax mine to respond, but I did not reciprocate. Up close, his body carried a masculine smell, one that made it very tempting to capture a breath and hold it in. His lips tasted of peppermint, and his chin was shaved so close it was baby smooth.
Logan didn’t kiss me as a man who wanted more—he kissed me adoringly, reverently. I didn’t even know this man and he kissed me with more passion than any man I’d ever known. My knees wobbled and I tried to steady myself.
Kiss me back,” he breathed.
When he rubbed his face against my cheek in one long stroke, I grew alarmed. Not because I was afraid of him, but I was afraid of what I was feeling. He was inciting a desire to participate, and I had an urge to nuzzle against his neck.
“I don’t like games. I told you—”
My words cut off when a vibration rumbled from his chest.
His brow arched. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” he chuckled, brushing those soft lips over mine… again and again.
My lips wanted to obey, and I knew it was wrong. An internal battle was ensuing—instinct vs. common sense—two dominant forces at the root of all decisions.
His breath over my mouth whispered, “Kiss me, Little Raven.”
Common sense got its ass kicked.

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