Release Blitz; Wild Hearts
Title: Wild Hearts
Series: Blood & Judgment #1
Author: Eve Newton & Franca Storm
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2016
Blurb
Two alpha women on a mission. Two alpha males hungry to claim them.
But can these wild hearts be tamed?
Rough and hard-as-nails Alpha wolf, Aria.
Series: Blood & Judgment #1
Author: Eve Newton & Franca Storm
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2016
Blurb
Two alpha women on a mission. Two alpha males hungry to claim them.
But can these wild hearts be tamed?
Rough and hard-as-nails Alpha wolf, Aria.
Classy and fierce vampire, Ember.
The strongest of their kind, they reluctantly join forces to protect the supernatural world from extinction.
Things become complicated when an all-powerful warlock sets his sights on Ember, while a soldier of the enemy seeks to claim Aria. Passions and desires ignite.
The strongest of their kind, they reluctantly join forces to protect the supernatural world from extinction.
Things become complicated when an all-powerful warlock sets his sights on Ember, while a soldier of the enemy seeks to claim Aria. Passions and desires ignite.
Loyalties are tested.
Enemies abound.
The stage is set for one hell of an epic battle in the first installment of this smoldering paranormal romance saga.
The stage is set for one hell of an epic battle in the first installment of this smoldering paranormal romance saga.
Excerpt
“Well, Draven, it seems that I am here for you then.” Yeah, my confidence is returning as I suddenly get a sense that everything is going to work out. The Head of the Coven! No wonder I felt his power in my vision. This warlock standing before me is probably the most powerful creature on Earth. I swallow loudly and feel my cheeks turn red again. It also means he is Jacob’s brother. I remember Simon’s words: “His brother is the Head of the Coven that Sasha is a member of.”
“Me?” he scoffs derisively. “I don’t do sloppy seconds.” He stalks off, leaving me reeling at the insult he just casually threw my way. Aria is snickering behind her hand and Jacob is smiling at me with that too-friendly smile.
“Jackass,” I hiss at him and stalk off after Draven.
I find him in a very elegant drawing room, pouring expensive scotch into a cut crystal glass. I give him a frosty glare, all of my previous girly feelings completely shattered under his scorn for me. No one insults me and gets away with it.
“What makes you think I came here for that?” I ask him with my arms crossed.
“They all come here for that,” he says mildly and sits on a comfortable looking sofa and props his ankle on his knee.
“Such modesty,” I growl at him.
“I tell it like it is,” Draven says. “They use Jacob to get to me and, like I said, I don’t touch my brother’s whores.”
“You bastard,” I spit out at him. “You wouldn’t know class if it smacked you around your thick skull with an antique candlestick.”
“Class,” he repeats and gives me another raking once-over. “Mm, perhaps, once. Fucking my little brother to get yourself into my Coven HQ is something only a whore would do.”
“Call me a whore one more time and I will rip your tongue out,” I snarl.
“Oh, feisty,” he says, totally unconcerned that he has brought forth the beast. I can feel my fangs and claws pop out, but I pull back before I take a swipe at him and ruin any chance of making my life’s work a reality.
“Sexy too, in a common sort of way,” he drawls and takes a sip of his scotch.
“Common?” I repeat, utterly outraged. That’s a worse insult than ‘whore’. “Why you…” I launch myself at him, giving him a well-deserved, resounding slap across his face.
His look of surprise is almost comical as he gapes at me and then stands up, towering over my five-five frame.
“Do you have any idea who you are messing with, vampire?” he says, clearly trying not to roar at me.
“Do you?” I retort. “Warlock.” I put every ounce of disgust I can into my last word and it makes two red spots on his cheeks flare up.
For a split second I think how cute he looks, but push it aside. This idiot has gotten on my proper bad side and there is no coming back from that. Even if he is the one to pull this circle together.
“Good enough to fuck…” He leaves the sentence hanging.
“I wouldn’t touch you if you begged me to,” I say with my hands on my hips. “Ask your brother what you are missing out on.”
I hear Aria clear her throat behind me and Jacob lets out a strangled chuckle.
“Mmm, hmm,” he mutters lewdly.
“Get out!” Draven roars at the two of them, holding out his hand and letting off a current of magic that has them stumbling back and the double doors slamming shut. He slams his glass down on the antique end table, making it rock unsteadily. I flinch when I think about how he nearly broke such a priceless item. That, coupled with his show of magic, makes me take a deep breath.
“Let’s start again,” he says, clutching at his self-control like a lifeline in a tempestuous storm.
“Why?” I ask obnoxiously.
“You are a difficult woman,” he broods, straightening his jacket and picking up his scotch again. This time he sits himself in a straight-backed armchair. “Take the olive branch, or you can get the hell out of here, never to return.”
“Fine,” I grumble, knowing that I have no choice.
“Now, Ember, what is it that I can do for you?” he asks politely. Too politely. Dick.
“Well, Draven, it seems that my vision has led me to you and you are to help me and Aria—”
He frowns at me.
“The wolf,” I elaborate and he nods slowly, a surprising realization dawning on his handsome face. “We need to form a circle...”
“To fulfill the prophecy,” he mumbles and sits up straighter.
“To fulfill an ancient prophecy… Wait? What?” I ask a bit sideswiped. He knows?
“Before my mother passed, she told me a vampire and a wolf would appear at my door and that, together, we would bring down the Jurisdiction,” he explains quietly.
“Your mother was a Seer?” I ask amazed, losing my defensive stance and sitting on the coffee table in front of him, scooting it back several inches so that our knees aren’t touching.
“Yes,” he says. “How do you know?”
“I, too, am a Seer,” I say. “I have had visions for many years, all of which have led me to Aria and now to you.”
He takes that in, his brow furrowing even deeper. Geez, the man knows how to brood.
“Your mother… was she from the other Realm?” I ask carefully.
He looks up in surprise. “Yes,” he confirms.
I nod and it all makes sense now. “So was mine and Aria’s.”
“You had a mother?” he asks incredulously.
“For fuck’s sake. Have the lot of you never heard of born vampires? Do you all live under rocks or something?” I snap at him.
“You are a rarity,” he says, the look in his eye now back to the glowing desire that he had before he found out I banged his little brother. “Such a treasure.”
“Eurgh, please,” I say, really not going back to the doe-eyed moron I was earlier. I have been well and truly snapped out of that nonsense.
“You are,” he says, sitting forward.
I lean back as his face is inches from mine and I’m worried he is going to try to kiss me or something.
“Back to the prophecy,” I say clearing my throat, glad that I don’t have to explain it to him.
“Yes,” he says softly. “I was never sure if what my mother said was true, but I guess it is.” He takes a sip of his scotch and then holds the glass out to me. “To our new endeavor.”
I stare at the glass with a frown at the intimate gesture. I wouldn’t even share a drink with Simon, never mind this buffoon.
“I didn’t spit in it,” he says to me with a smile that lights up his eyes.
“I might.” I take it from him anyway as he laughs at me.
I take a teeny sip with a moue of distaste and hand it back to him.
“I am not easily offended, Ember,” he says. “You could have refused.”
Now he tells me. I lick my lips and stand up. A very bad idea as his face is now perfectly in line with my pussy and he is licking his own lips, like he wants to delve his tongue right down my slit.
“Uh,” I say and stumble backwards. “We should get going, you know, daylight...”
“You can stay here,” he says grandly, offering us his home for the day.
“Aren’t you afraid I might corrupt your brother?” I say stupidly, thinking of a reason not to stay. I don’t trust him. His turnaround was far too quick and accepting for my liking and that can only mean he wants something. As I’ve said, his kind are sneaky and devious and he is the Head of all of this sneakiness. It makes me very nervous.
He grimaces at me, but then his face relaxes. “I am not worried about Jacob,” he says dismissively. “You are mine, Ember. We belong together. I know that, because my mother told me. She had a vision on her death bed and it appears she was right about everything else.”
“W-what?” I stammer and head for the doorway. “No, no. I am here for one reason only.” His? His? Is he fucking joking? No one has the right to claim me, especially not him.
He boxes me in, coming up so close behind me that his body is touching mine. I reach for the door handle, but he slams a big hand to it, keeping it closed. I can feel the magic coming off him in waves and it is making me feel lightheaded. I need to feed and soon.
“Two reasons,” he whispers in my ear.
“But you don’t do sloppy seconds,” I say, not liking to refer to myself in such a way, but needing to get him off me.
“Think of Jacob as a warm-up,” he says darkly. “When I take you to my bed, Ember, you will know what it is like to be with a real man.”
“Ah,” I choke, trying to regroup my thoughts. “I have been around for two hundred years. There isn’t a single thing that you can do for me that others haven’t,” I tell him, feeling beads of sweat pop out on my forehead.
“Just wait,” he says with a dark laugh and steps back from me.
“Well, Draven, it seems that I am here for you then.” Yeah, my confidence is returning as I suddenly get a sense that everything is going to work out. The Head of the Coven! No wonder I felt his power in my vision. This warlock standing before me is probably the most powerful creature on Earth. I swallow loudly and feel my cheeks turn red again. It also means he is Jacob’s brother. I remember Simon’s words: “His brother is the Head of the Coven that Sasha is a member of.”
“Me?” he scoffs derisively. “I don’t do sloppy seconds.” He stalks off, leaving me reeling at the insult he just casually threw my way. Aria is snickering behind her hand and Jacob is smiling at me with that too-friendly smile.
“Jackass,” I hiss at him and stalk off after Draven.
I find him in a very elegant drawing room, pouring expensive scotch into a cut crystal glass. I give him a frosty glare, all of my previous girly feelings completely shattered under his scorn for me. No one insults me and gets away with it.
“What makes you think I came here for that?” I ask him with my arms crossed.
“They all come here for that,” he says mildly and sits on a comfortable looking sofa and props his ankle on his knee.
“Such modesty,” I growl at him.
“I tell it like it is,” Draven says. “They use Jacob to get to me and, like I said, I don’t touch my brother’s whores.”
“You bastard,” I spit out at him. “You wouldn’t know class if it smacked you around your thick skull with an antique candlestick.”
“Class,” he repeats and gives me another raking once-over. “Mm, perhaps, once. Fucking my little brother to get yourself into my Coven HQ is something only a whore would do.”
“Call me a whore one more time and I will rip your tongue out,” I snarl.
“Oh, feisty,” he says, totally unconcerned that he has brought forth the beast. I can feel my fangs and claws pop out, but I pull back before I take a swipe at him and ruin any chance of making my life’s work a reality.
“Sexy too, in a common sort of way,” he drawls and takes a sip of his scotch.
“Common?” I repeat, utterly outraged. That’s a worse insult than ‘whore’. “Why you…” I launch myself at him, giving him a well-deserved, resounding slap across his face.
His look of surprise is almost comical as he gapes at me and then stands up, towering over my five-five frame.
“Do you have any idea who you are messing with, vampire?” he says, clearly trying not to roar at me.
“Do you?” I retort. “Warlock.” I put every ounce of disgust I can into my last word and it makes two red spots on his cheeks flare up.
For a split second I think how cute he looks, but push it aside. This idiot has gotten on my proper bad side and there is no coming back from that. Even if he is the one to pull this circle together.
“Good enough to fuck…” He leaves the sentence hanging.
“I wouldn’t touch you if you begged me to,” I say with my hands on my hips. “Ask your brother what you are missing out on.”
I hear Aria clear her throat behind me and Jacob lets out a strangled chuckle.
“Mmm, hmm,” he mutters lewdly.
“Get out!” Draven roars at the two of them, holding out his hand and letting off a current of magic that has them stumbling back and the double doors slamming shut. He slams his glass down on the antique end table, making it rock unsteadily. I flinch when I think about how he nearly broke such a priceless item. That, coupled with his show of magic, makes me take a deep breath.
“Let’s start again,” he says, clutching at his self-control like a lifeline in a tempestuous storm.
“Why?” I ask obnoxiously.
“You are a difficult woman,” he broods, straightening his jacket and picking up his scotch again. This time he sits himself in a straight-backed armchair. “Take the olive branch, or you can get the hell out of here, never to return.”
“Fine,” I grumble, knowing that I have no choice.
“Now, Ember, what is it that I can do for you?” he asks politely. Too politely. Dick.
“Well, Draven, it seems that my vision has led me to you and you are to help me and Aria—”
He frowns at me.
“The wolf,” I elaborate and he nods slowly, a surprising realization dawning on his handsome face. “We need to form a circle...”
“To fulfill the prophecy,” he mumbles and sits up straighter.
“To fulfill an ancient prophecy… Wait? What?” I ask a bit sideswiped. He knows?
“Before my mother passed, she told me a vampire and a wolf would appear at my door and that, together, we would bring down the Jurisdiction,” he explains quietly.
“Your mother was a Seer?” I ask amazed, losing my defensive stance and sitting on the coffee table in front of him, scooting it back several inches so that our knees aren’t touching.
“Yes,” he says. “How do you know?”
“I, too, am a Seer,” I say. “I have had visions for many years, all of which have led me to Aria and now to you.”
He takes that in, his brow furrowing even deeper. Geez, the man knows how to brood.
“Your mother… was she from the other Realm?” I ask carefully.
He looks up in surprise. “Yes,” he confirms.
I nod and it all makes sense now. “So was mine and Aria’s.”
“You had a mother?” he asks incredulously.
“For fuck’s sake. Have the lot of you never heard of born vampires? Do you all live under rocks or something?” I snap at him.
“You are a rarity,” he says, the look in his eye now back to the glowing desire that he had before he found out I banged his little brother. “Such a treasure.”
“Eurgh, please,” I say, really not going back to the doe-eyed moron I was earlier. I have been well and truly snapped out of that nonsense.
“You are,” he says, sitting forward.
I lean back as his face is inches from mine and I’m worried he is going to try to kiss me or something.
“Back to the prophecy,” I say clearing my throat, glad that I don’t have to explain it to him.
“Yes,” he says softly. “I was never sure if what my mother said was true, but I guess it is.” He takes a sip of his scotch and then holds the glass out to me. “To our new endeavor.”
I stare at the glass with a frown at the intimate gesture. I wouldn’t even share a drink with Simon, never mind this buffoon.
“I didn’t spit in it,” he says to me with a smile that lights up his eyes.
“I might.” I take it from him anyway as he laughs at me.
I take a teeny sip with a moue of distaste and hand it back to him.
“I am not easily offended, Ember,” he says. “You could have refused.”
Now he tells me. I lick my lips and stand up. A very bad idea as his face is now perfectly in line with my pussy and he is licking his own lips, like he wants to delve his tongue right down my slit.
“Uh,” I say and stumble backwards. “We should get going, you know, daylight...”
“You can stay here,” he says grandly, offering us his home for the day.
“Aren’t you afraid I might corrupt your brother?” I say stupidly, thinking of a reason not to stay. I don’t trust him. His turnaround was far too quick and accepting for my liking and that can only mean he wants something. As I’ve said, his kind are sneaky and devious and he is the Head of all of this sneakiness. It makes me very nervous.
He grimaces at me, but then his face relaxes. “I am not worried about Jacob,” he says dismissively. “You are mine, Ember. We belong together. I know that, because my mother told me. She had a vision on her death bed and it appears she was right about everything else.”
“W-what?” I stammer and head for the doorway. “No, no. I am here for one reason only.” His? His? Is he fucking joking? No one has the right to claim me, especially not him.
He boxes me in, coming up so close behind me that his body is touching mine. I reach for the door handle, but he slams a big hand to it, keeping it closed. I can feel the magic coming off him in waves and it is making me feel lightheaded. I need to feed and soon.
“Two reasons,” he whispers in my ear.
“But you don’t do sloppy seconds,” I say, not liking to refer to myself in such a way, but needing to get him off me.
“Think of Jacob as a warm-up,” he says darkly. “When I take you to my bed, Ember, you will know what it is like to be with a real man.”
“Ah,” I choke, trying to regroup my thoughts. “I have been around for two hundred years. There isn’t a single thing that you can do for me that others haven’t,” I tell him, feeling beads of sweat pop out on my forehead.
“Just wait,” he says with a dark laugh and steps back from me.
Author Bios
Romance authors, Eve Newton and Franca Storm have joined forces to bring forth an epic paranormal romance series, BLOOD & JUDGMENT.
Between them, Eve and Franca have penned over 40 romance novels.
Eve Newton
Eve is a British novelist with a passion for anything paranormal & erotic. She loves Louboutins, good wine, and of course, a good book!
Eve has always loved to read, anything paranormal catches her interest, and writing has always been a passion of hers, so she decided to take the plunge and combine the two into a series of paranormal erotica novels. This led Eve to try out contemporary and erotic romance novels as well. Eve has loads more ideas churning around in her head and can't wait to see them develop into books for you to enjoy.
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Franca Storm
Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.
She is a long-time lover of erotica and romance novels, especially those with sexy-as-sin alpha males. She decided to try her hand at writing her own and writing romance is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use!
Her writing spans many different sub-genres of romance: contemporary, biker romance, paranormal romance, new adult, romantic erotica and romance suspense. She’s got a ton of stories to tell and many more works up her sleeve.
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Romance authors, Eve Newton and Franca Storm have joined forces to bring forth an epic paranormal romance series, BLOOD & JUDGMENT.
Between them, Eve and Franca have penned over 40 romance novels.
Eve Newton
Eve is a British novelist with a passion for anything paranormal & erotic. She loves Louboutins, good wine, and of course, a good book!
Eve has always loved to read, anything paranormal catches her interest, and writing has always been a passion of hers, so she decided to take the plunge and combine the two into a series of paranormal erotica novels. This led Eve to try out contemporary and erotic romance novels as well. Eve has loads more ideas churning around in her head and can't wait to see them develop into books for you to enjoy.
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Franca Storm
Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.
She is a long-time lover of erotica and romance novels, especially those with sexy-as-sin alpha males. She decided to try her hand at writing her own and writing romance is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use!
Her writing spans many different sub-genres of romance: contemporary, biker romance, paranormal romance, new adult, romantic erotica and romance suspense. She’s got a ton of stories to tell and many more works up her sleeve.
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AMAZON
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