Monday, April 21, 2014

Jaċken Brun in The Bloodline War - Paranormal Romance Blog Tour & Giveaway

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 4/8/14 – 5/6/14
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Tour Promo Price: The Bloodline War will be on an Amazon Countdown Deal over the course of the tour!


THE BLOODLINE WAR, Book One in The Community Series

Beneath the streets of San Diego, California, a unique race of human beings called Vârcolac lives on the brink of extinction. Desperate to save their dying people, a brotherhood of warriors deploys to the surface to steal genetically superior women for a repopulation program.

A car accident changes everything…

A computer hacked hospital blood test confirms that Dr. Toni Parthen carries a gene that’s the key to salvation for a unique race of human beings. Abducted to a secret, underground community, Toni is asked to do the unthinkable: procreate with a man from a race called Vârcolac—a species that must consume the blood of other humans to survive. Then bizarre turns dangerous, because a new, mysterious enemy also wants her special DNA, and Toni finds herself in the middle of an all-out war to possess her.

Destined to be alone…

It’s the job of Jaċken Brun, leader of the Warrior Class, to keep the captured women safe from a demonic race of humans who rule a neighboring part of their underground world. His challenges multiply when Toni inflames the women into mutiny, and then there’s his biggest problem…his growing desire for the infuriating woman herself. Afflicted with a dark genetic makeup, Jaċken can never be with a woman. Until Toni uses her scientific ingenuity to find a way for her and Jaċken to be together. But then the new enemy faction unearths Toni and drags her to their hidden lair, where they’ll inflict an unspeakable cruelty on her to gain access to her valuable genes.

It will take every warrior skill Jaċken owns to save the woman he loves, but only if he can find her in time….


Big, Dark and Murderous was standing over by a black entertainment center, his hands planted on his hips and a scowl knitting his eyebrows into a fierce vee. The proverbial tower of manhood and menace. He was dressed in that super sexy all-black workout gear the warriors wore for training, and although he was still his usual scary self, he also looked surprisingly…well…super sexy.
Toni’s stomach gave a start and then a funny flutter at the sight of him. Powerful muscles stood out in rigid relief against the tight fabric of his gear, his body so clearly articulated with grooves and crevices he could’ve been held up in anatomy class as an example of the perfect male specimen. These are the quadriceps, class, this, the tibialis anterior, and this part right here between his legs is theoh, my. Let’s just all make a ‘yum’ noise, shall we.
Toni briefly closed her eyes. She really needed to get some help.
“Well?” he pressed in a peeved tone. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, I’m…uh…” I’m here to steal a key card so that I can instigate an escape plan. She covertly scanned the room for inspiration on another excuse, figuring the truth wouldn’t go over well with a man of Jaċken’s temperament. It was then she noticed just how black his bedroom was: black wooden dresser and entertainment center, sleek black lacquered wet bar, black bedspread with a dark gray geometric design on it. Sheesh. If her bedroom was Louis XVI, Dev’s like a cozy room out of a château, then this bedroom—in keeping with the whole French theme—was Marquis de Sade all the way. Well, at least the bedroom fit the man this time.
“I just came to see if, um…” Her gaze zeroed in on a stack of DVD’s in his entertainment center. “If you wouldn’t mind if I borrowed a movie.”
“You ever hear of knocking first? I was about to get into the shower. I could’ve been standing here naked, lady.”
That gave her pause. Despite all logic, the thought of Jaċken naked wasn’t a wholly unpleasant prospect. Not at all, in fact. Clearing her throat, she started forward. “I’m a doctor, Mr. Brun,” she said in the kind of overly patient tone she knew would annoy him. “You surely don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” Mmm, that was about as big a joke as it had been with Dev.
She drew up right in front of him, and startled as a tingle of sensual awareness lit off a short burst of heat in her belly. She was close enough to smell him now, clean male sweat and a hint of Old Spice deodorant and Irish Springs soap; everything that was completely masculine and just about curled all the fine hairs on her body. An immense power radiated off of him, like the force of a tornado barely held in check, along with determination and confidence and ruthless intelligence, and something…strangely raw.
Her lips parted on a small breath, all that was feminine in her helplessly reacting to him. What was it about this man? How was it that she was even more aware of all the glorious differences between men and women while standing here with Jaċken than she had been with Dev, when he’d been naked as a jaybird?
“Would you mind backing the fuck up?” Jaċken ground out, his nostrils flaring white at the rims. “Being this close to your smell is about as much fun as a fork in the eye.”
Cured, instantly, of all wayward thoughts. Bristling, she plunked her hands on her hips. “Up yours, Jaċken. You’re such a misogynist, I swear to God.”

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Hello all! I’m Tracy Tappan, a multi-genre romance author and the founder and creator of a reader-focused website called The Character Couch (, where fans can go to suggest a favorite romance couple they’d like to see in a light, entertaining therapy session. When the folks at Alpha Males Books asked for a post specific to the hero of my dark paranormal romance, I thought it’d be a kick to combine my two endeavors. So in this excerpt Jaċken Brun, Vârcolac hero of THE BLOODLINE WAR, has a confrontation with on-site Character Couch therapist, Regan Malloy. Enjoy!

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Are you still open?”
I’m not, I’m sorry.” I had my back to the voice, busy locking the door to my office. “But I can give you my card.” I dug into the purse slung over my arm, turning around. “If you want to call for an—” Words stopped coming out of my mouth.
No one was there.
Just a wash of silvery moonlight and a vast amphitheater of stars spread across the San Diego night sky. I blinked. Jeez, how many therapy clients had I seen today, that I was—?
A form dissolved out of the night, and I leapt back, my shoulders banging into the door of my office, my heart catapulting into my throat. It was a male form. Large, muscular, dressed all in black—jeans, T-shirt, leather jacket. Very scary. And moreover…where the devil had he come from?
I opened my mouth to scream.
That would be annoying,” he informed me.
I slowly closed my mouth. This wasn’t a man a woman wanted to annoy. Not in the dark. Not alone.
I need a few minutes of your time.”
A bulging swallow worked its way down my throat. To do what? “Well, I…I-I…”
Knock that off, would you?”
My mouth fell open again and I stared. How was one supposed to answer something like that?
I know how I look,” he went on. “So, yeah, you have every right to be scared. But I don’t have the patience for that right now—or the time—so just don’t. I’m not going to hurt you.”
How he looked…yes, he looked like someone I wouldn’t want to meet in a busy mall in broad daylight much less here at night with all of my colleagues already gone home. There was something sinister in the combination of black hair, dark eyes, and a face made out of bedrock…not to mention that he could force himself on me with no more than the strength in his pinkie finger. He had the body of a heavyweight prizefighter, massive across the shoulders and chest, his lean hips loose, his hands big and bone-crushing. He radiated power and a kind of lethal, feral energy that made me feel small and vulnerable in his presence. “Um…tomorrow would be—”
If we could step inside for five minutes.” He gestured at her door. “I promise not to bite you.”
Was it my imagination or did some of the hardness melt from his jaw? My throat relaxed. I had the strange sense that he’d just made a joke, and suddenly I knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t hurt me. Something in those dark eyes of his confirmed that…and spoke of a need to confess that I couldn’t ignore. I exhaled a breath. “I suppose I can spare five minutes.” I turned around and stuck my key in the lock, keeping one eye on him. “I have Mace, by the way,” I added for good measure.
I’ll keep that in mind.” A dark thread of amusement laced his voice.
Maybe he was immune to Mace. I hesitated, then led him through the waiting area into my office, turning on lights as I went. “I’m Regan Malloy.”
Jaċken,” he introduced back, leaving off his last name.
I gestured for him to take the armchair across from my desk. Normally, I met with clients in a little sitting area situated on the other side of the room, but even though I was reasonably sure I was safe with this man, it just felt better to have a large expanse of solid wood between us.
He sat down, and I heard chair jointures creak.
Going out on a limb here, but I would guess this man could cut his gym time in half and still be able to…do whatever he did. “So what’s on your mind?”
Time spun out slowly while I looked at him, then glanced down at my calendar, then back up. After all that negotiating, now he wasn’t going to—
My wife wants to have a baby.”
It was my turn to sit in silence. Utterly shocked silence. Some woman had seen fit to marry this man?
And I don’t know how to go about that,” he added.
More silence prevailed as my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. My face, I was pretty sure, was also giving off smoke. Not that I hadn’t done sex therapy before, but…with this man… I slid my gaze over my late night client. He looked like the personification of masculinity, sitting with his muscular thighs jacked wide and his thick forearms propped on the armrests, the breadth of his upper body testing the seams of his leather jacket. He could probably teach me a thing or two.
Christ,” he murmured, his own face deepening in color a bit. “I don’t mean…I know the mechanics of getting my wife pregnant. What I don’t know is how to be a father.”
Air slid out of my lungs. Okay, this was a more manageable topic. “That’s a common worry,” I said. “New moms and dads often read books about parenting, but mostly, they just need to learn to trust their instincts.”
Yeah, but that’s the thing. Where does a man get his instincts? From how he was raised, right? And my father…” An edge cut across Jaċken’s voice. “I won’t go into the details, besides to say that his mode of parenting isn’t one I would want to match.”
But you’re afraid you will, anyway,” I ventured softly, “even though you don’t want to.”
His jaw locked back up, returning to full-on hardness. “Something like that.”
I didn’t continue to probe there, sensing I’d lose him if I did. “What about your mother?”
He snorted. “She’s the only reason you’re not sitting across from an axe murderer.”
I smiled dimly. It might be better if he didn’t offer those kinds of comparisons.
She’s no longer in the picture, anyway.” He glanced down. “She died a long time ago.”
I’m sorry.” I furrowed my brow. “How about current life experiences, can you draw on those?”
He gave me a sardonic look. “I’m head of security for the town where I live. So you tell me what I would do with a son. Teach him how to crack skulls? And a daughter? Jesus, do I look like the type of man who would know thing one about dealing with a girl?”
You might surprise yourself.” I smiled, genuinely this time. “Daughters aren’t called Daddy’s Girls for nothing.”
He shrugged, mute.
What about your wife?” I asked. “Do you trust her instincts?”
His eyes snapped back to mine. “Absolutely.”
Then I say let her guide you.” I leaned back in my chair. “There are a lot of single parents nowadays, having to go it alone, which is really tough. But, luckily, you’re not one of those, Jaċken. You have a teammate.”
His eyebrows crept down, not in a frown, but in intensity; he was listening to every word I said.
Sometimes your wife is going to need your help with the kids—yes, it’s true—and other times, you’ll rely on her. Between the two of you, you’ll work it out.” I spread my hands. “If you start to head down the wrong path, do you really think your wife will just let you do that without saying anything?” I shook my head. “Don’t worry, you won’t be left guessing until your children are in college. You’ll get this.”
He sat for a long moment, just staring at me, his fingers spread wide on the tops of his thighs. His cell phone beeped. He glanced down at it, and came to his feet. “I’ve got to go. Some of my men are on a training exercise, and it’s coming to an end.” He dug into his jeans pocket and tossed a hundred dollar bill onto my desk.
Whoa.” I rose. “That’s really not necessary. You were only here ten minutes.”
Take it.” He chopped a hand through the air. “You saved me from having to go to the town therapist. I really didn’t want to do that.” He stalked for the door.
I guess that was that, then. “Good luck,” I called after him.
He stopped in the jamb and turned around. “You actually helped.” He paused. “Thanks.”
Actually,” I repeated, arching my brows. “You sound surprised by that.”
He swept his eyes over me in an inspection that made my skin tingle.
I am.” And with that, he was gone.

 Thanks for sharing this with us, Tracy!

About the Author:

After earning a master’s degree in Marriage, Family, and Child Counseling, Tracy Tappan enjoyed several years of doing clinical work before devoting herself full time to writing. She was born with a fertile imagination that has compelled her to write gritty romance novels, spanning paranormal, historical, and military suspense genres. During nearly a quarter of a century spent as a military wife, she lived all over the United States and in Europe, enjoying seven years overseas in the diplomatic community, first in Rome then in Madrid. She is also the founder and creator of a fan-based website called The Character Couch, where romance’s favorite couples are brought into a session with therapist, Regan Malloy. 

She’s now settled back in sunny San Diego with her husband, a menagerie of pets, and two children who seem to think they can come and go as they please.

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The author is running a giveaway on her site during the tour. USA residents only, please. Click here to enter to win!

Prizes (4 total): (1) $50 gift card to Chili’s Restaurant, (1) One pound box See’s Candy assorted chocolates, (1) $15 Amazon gift card, (1) swag pack, including Character Couch T-shirt, scented sachet, bookmark.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Alpha Male Goodreads Groups

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Forbidden Peak (The Carnal Games) by Angelica Boone and Hayden Voss Blog Tour

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 3/13/14 – 3/27/14 

Genres: Erotic Romance, Romantic Fantasy

Tour Promotion: $.99 on Kindle


"A sexy, mountain adventure with twists and turns...and smoking hot love scenes." - Virginia Wade, author of The Moan For Bigfoot Series

Riley may be one of the top female mountain climbers in the world, but when testing her abilities by scaling the forbidden mountain, she encounters an adventure completely out of her control. The mountain is forbidden for a reason, and when she finds herself in unknown territory, surrounded by a mountain tribe she never knew existed, her stubbornness thrusts her further into a ritual she knows very little about. She becomes a prize in The Carnal Games…and she’s not so sure she wants to be in that position, but she has no choice.

This title contains sexual content unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

This is a novelette containing approximately 16,182 words.


The thing that boils the blood in my veins more than anything else is when someone tells me I can’t do something.
Do you really plan to be able to even announce the climb?” Jared asks, and then laughs. “Listen, Riley, even if you could handle the physical strain, there are political aspects baring anyone from trying.”
Physical strain? Are we truly having this discussion? Poke fun all you want,” I say and pat his bare chest. “Listen, I mapped it out. Should be a piece of cake.”
Riley, when will you rest? What do you have to prove? Seriously. Why don’t you just drop it and move on? You can’t do it,” Jared says.
That’s all it took, those four words and the heat rises to the surface of my face, and anger takes over. “I can do it, and no one will stop me.” I push off him and climb out of bed. I pull my jeans on, and search around the room for my bra.
Awe, come on baby. I didn’t mean anything by it. I take it back. I know you can do it, I just meant, not by yourself, you’d need a team. Why don’t you come back to bed?” Jared begs.
You may be one of the world’s leading climbers, but I’m your equal, Jared,” I say, finding my tank top first. I put it on, and grab my bag.
You’ll end up killing yourself, Riley,” Jared rises up on his elbows, the sheet falls off most of his godlike body, and I’m almost tempted to join him.
I’ll see you in a few months, Jared.” I turn and leave the room, slamming the door behind me. He’ll soon see not how only equal I am, but how superior. No one tells me I can’t do something. No one!
The closest I can get to Mount Gangkar, includes being a part of the 19-day Mount Gangkar Trek starting in Paro. Only four other people make up our small party of trekkers, and I’m not just the only American, but also the only female.
You know, dear lady, the traveling chaps will provide our basic necessities, like food and water,” the English man, Conner, says and smiles. The others laugh with him. They’ve been teasing me about my pack since we began.
I’m well aware of that fact,” I say, smiling and pushing past these amateurs.
You have to admit, she’s one spunky broad,” Conner’s friend, Kyle, says. “How many women actually want to do this. I couldn’t get Miriam to even consider it.”
One more day and we will reach the destination that will allow us all to part ways. Then, what’s really in my pack will become so much more useful.
Even the toughest of women need to bring a shitload of stuff wherever they go,” Conner says. He and his friend laugh, and I move further up the line, passing the lead packhorse, but I can still hear their whispers. “I’m glad Miriam isn’t here, so I can stare at that ass all day long. Man, what I wouldn’t give to have just a five-minute fuck session with her.”
It takes everything I have to ignore his asshole comments and keep trudging along. I remind myself of my true quest, and know this is only temporary.
The rhododendron and bamboo forests begin to thin out, revealing the breathtaking mountains. Snow covers the peaks, and excitement boils under my skin. It won’t be easy slipping away in the night, through unknown territory, but I know the sacrifice will be worth it.
What will the guide do when one of his hikers goes missing? At the exact location where the government forbid such trespasses?
As the others break at a yak herder’s camp, they accept an invitation to join them for some butter tea. I decline and sit outside viewing the very mountain I’ve been dreaming about for months. Mount Gangkar…the highest unclimbed mountain in the world. 


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Angelica Boone was born in the south, and enjoys being outdoors, especially on the beach under the hot sun. During the evening hours, she enjoys writing short erotic stories, which allows her deepest, darkest fantasies to come to life.

Hayden Voss enjoys life even when it’s not all filled with candy kisses, hot men, and beautiful women. She lives each amazing moment of this precious life to the fullest.

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Monday, March 24, 2014

Earl Hollsopple in Edge Of Civilization (Veteran, Literary Fiction) - Blog Tour, Giveaway, and Excerpt

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 3/14/14 – 3/28/14
Genres: Literary Fiction


Earl Hollsopple lived on the edge of civilization in a deserted shack for nearly forty years. His life was one beautiful night of stargazing after another, until a helicopter flies overhead, and exposing his meager world. It is a sign; it is time for him to return to civilization.
Unknowingly, Earl’s journey parallels another he had deeply repressed, and that is his return from the Vietnam War. The lone survivor of a plane crash, Earl waits for rescue that never comes. He is left to find his way home alone.
On his quests, old Earl and young Earl learn lessons of survival, overcoming isolation and handling conflicts; his travels teach him not just about himself, but humankind. Reaching pivotal points in both journeys, Earl meets fateful loves, leading to destinies that are ultimately intertwined.
Everything in life circles until we are able to answer the riddles that plaque man and humanity. Only until we take the journey, solve the problems of our own existence, do we find our way home.


Earl munched on a Mango and waved away palm leaves, as he sung every song on the Beatle’s White Album to keep him company and sane.

Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse.

Earl was careless of his steps when he came through the dense brush and to an area completely blackened and charred. He paid little attention until something caught his attention; it was a bloody arm with no body attached.
“Helter Skelter!” he yelled, finding himself in Hell. He could go back the way he came, or face the carnage and walk through it. Something inside him hinted life was on the other side.
Earl tried not to look, but it was hard not to see dead babies, cradled in the arms of their rotting mothers. Heads and innards littered the field with birds of prey and earthly scavengers fighting for food. Closing his eyes, he choked away his tears and his disgust. Well, at least animals benefit from man’s carnage.
He put his goggles on to obstruct his peripheral vision. Focusing only on his footsteps, Earl stepped across the field, avoiding any patches of red, but he could not escape the dead eyes that stared at him.
When he made it to the other side, Earl collapsed by a tree and vomited. He looked up at the sky; he wished he could be there—anywhere but here. Earl urgently searched through his satchel; he had to find his journal and write down his thoughts.

Littered and disfigured by the heat
Trampled down by uncaring feet
Boys and girls left out to die
By a swarm of large insects in the sky.
How unfortunate I am to wander
Through the bodies that lay asunder
Is this the punishment for what I’ve done
Horrendous deeds civilian man will shun.

Earl closed his journal, burying his visions within the pages. It was out now, no going back, never to visit again.

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Inspiration comes from watching way too much Monty Python. The abstract and the absurd way of looking at normal life, not only offers humor, but questions many problems in society in a light-hearted manner. If we can laugh at ourselves, if we can laugh at life, problems do not seem quite so difficult to tackle.  In fact, problems are not as complicated as they seem; everything is very simple. If you can laugh at it, write about it and read about it, most likely one would think about it.
Author Jennifer Ott has written several satire fiction, Wild Horses, The Tourist and two non-fiction books Love and Handicapping and Ooh Baby Compound Me! She recently published, Serenidipidus and Edge of Civilization. She also is the host of the SuperJenius Internet Radio show on Artist First radio Network.
Jennifer Ott lives in Long Beach, California, enjoys the sun, the sand, the surf and lots of Mexican food. 

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