Sunday, April 22, 2018
Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Theoden by Nicholas Bella
Title: Theoden
Author: Nicholas Bella
Series: New Haven Prequel
Genre: Gay Horror
Release Date: March 21, 2018
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Design: Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art
Summary:My name is Theoden, this is the story of my life. Apparently, there has been a huge demand for me to tell it. Normally, I do what I want, unless the command comes from my Sire, Ara. But, revealing the tale about how I became the powerful vampire Prince of the City is something I think I will enjoy telling. You'll see my first mission for the church, my first kill, the life-changing moment when I lost my virginity, and how I chose my first son, all of the things that mean something to me, that made me the vampire I am. So, sit back, and give me all of your attention, as I want your eyes on me. Now, let's begin.
Prepare to be entertained to new heights as Theoden delivers you a unique tale of his life from childhood to the vampire Master you know him to be.
Warning: This is a prequel to the highly erotic, extremely dark and twisted New Haven Series and the spin-off, Odin Chronicles. I can't stress enough how strong the sexual, violent, and adult content is in this book. It will steam up your glasses, and melt your contact lenses. The temperature in the room will rise to unbearable degrees. Pearls will be clutched and you may utter the words: "Oh my God" several times while reading. You have been warned. For mature readers only.
Once I was outside in the garden, I could no longer hold back, and I vomited blood onto a rose bush. But once it was out of my stomach, I felt better. For me, sex would never overflow, but blood could. Another lesson learned. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and, before I could take to the skies, three vampires appeared before me.
“Where do you herald from?” one of them asked me. He gripped a silver dagger in his hand a little more tightly as he waited for my reply.
I looked at each one them, gauging them and their positions to my own. I didn’t fear them because I knew just how powerful I was and I was confident in my training. This was the other part of my mission, one that Ara was certain I would encounter.
“From the Kingdom of Ara, my Father,”I declared proudly. Ara wanted me to do so, and in doing so, leave my mark.
“Is this a declaration of war?”the same vampire asked.
I shrugged. “I think not. I had an old debt to settle.”I gestured toward the rectory, and then to my clothes that were covered in the blood of my victims.
“You dare kill on our territory!”another vampire said.
“Breaching another vampire King’s territory without permission is punishable by death,”the first vampire said, then he advanced on me. He was fast, as fast as Nolan, and I had to react quickly before he could plunge the blade of his dagger into my chest. Thanks to my training with Tylendel, I knew the silver could not kill me, but it could weaken me, and that, I could not allow.
I grabbed his wrist just as the tip of the dagger pierced my flesh, burning my skin. I didn’t hesitate to take advantage of our close proximity. I sank my fangs deeply in his shoulder and injected as much venom as I could.
He cried out, and I pulled back. He released his grip on his dagger and staggered back. The other two vampires looked at him and glared in shock as his skin began to turn pale. Sweat poured from his pores as his veins began to protrude through his flesh, looking bright red against the nearly translucent skin.
I didn’t know the effect a dragon’s venom could have on a vampire and still didn’t know, as I was only half dragon. But its effect was deadly and looked to be extremely painful as the vampire had been rendered powerless against my bite until he died. I looked at the other two vampires and aimed my hand at the one who had not spoken a word, then conjured up my flames, releasing them in his direction.
The other vampire dashed out of the way, his sword drawn, but he stayed his position as he watched me burn his companion into a cinder. The vampire howled as he spun around in an attempt to extinguish the flames, but he couldn’t. I controlled them and only relinquished that control once he fell to the ground, motionless. The last remaining vampire was thinking about fleeing or fighting, which was the only reason he was still there. In the end, he decided to flee, and I chased after him.
I was shocked that I had caught up to him because I could sense his aura and knew he was at least a century older than I was. I tackled him to the ground and he rolled over, scooting away from me.
“Where do you herald from?” one of them asked me. He gripped a silver dagger in his hand a little more tightly as he waited for my reply.
I looked at each one them, gauging them and their positions to my own. I didn’t fear them because I knew just how powerful I was and I was confident in my training. This was the other part of my mission, one that Ara was certain I would encounter.
“From the Kingdom of Ara, my Father,”I declared proudly. Ara wanted me to do so, and in doing so, leave my mark.
“Is this a declaration of war?”the same vampire asked.
I shrugged. “I think not. I had an old debt to settle.”I gestured toward the rectory, and then to my clothes that were covered in the blood of my victims.
“You dare kill on our territory!”another vampire said.
I grabbed his wrist just as the tip of the dagger pierced my flesh, burning my skin. I didn’t hesitate to take advantage of our close proximity. I sank my fangs deeply in his shoulder and injected as much venom as I could.
He cried out, and I pulled back. He released his grip on his dagger and staggered back. The other two vampires looked at him and glared in shock as his skin began to turn pale. Sweat poured from his pores as his veins began to protrude through his flesh, looking bright red against the nearly translucent skin.
I didn’t know the effect a dragon’s venom could have on a vampire and still didn’t know, as I was only half dragon. But its effect was deadly and looked to be extremely painful as the vampire had been rendered powerless against my bite until he died. I looked at the other two vampires and aimed my hand at the one who had not spoken a word, then conjured up my flames, releasing them in his direction.
The other vampire dashed out of the way, his sword drawn, but he stayed his position as he watched me burn his companion into a cinder. The vampire howled as he spun around in an attempt to extinguish the flames, but he couldn’t. I controlled them and only relinquished that control once he fell to the ground, motionless. The last remaining vampire was thinking about fleeing or fighting, which was the only reason he was still there. In the end, he decided to flee, and I chased after him.
I was shocked that I had caught up to him because I could sense his aura and knew he was at least a century older than I was. I tackled him to the ground and he rolled over, scooting away from me.
What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
I love vampires, werewolves, pretty much all things paranormal. I remember wanting to read a story where the hero of the people gets turned into the thing he hates the most. I wanted to know how he was going to cope with that and what would become of him. I hadn’t read that book yet, no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it. So, I decided to write the story I wanted to read. That is how I came up with the New Haven Series. Then all of my other series that followed are all stories that I want to read with characters I want to relate to. I still have so many more stories to tell.
When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
I actually love the whole process. Writing the first draft, getting my ideas on paper. Then going over it, making it pretty with the first round of revisions. Then when I get it back from my editor, I do another round of revisions and send it back. I enjoy coming up with character names and personalities, which just seem to come natural for each character. I don’t really do outlines, as while I’m writing the story, it flows from me. I can see it all unfold like a movie playing in my head. My fingers just have to be able to keep up. I don’t really get writer’s block. I might hit a snag, but it doesn’t hold me back for long and as soon as I get my eureka moment, which might be the next day, I’m back to writing. However, I think my favorite part of writing, overall, is crafting the dialogue between the characters. That’s when you can really let their personalities shine and readers can get wrapped up in the conversations.
When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
I will read any genre for the most part. But I do gravitate toward paranormal, erotica, horror, mystery, and suspense.
If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
There was once a time when I didn’t think I’d ever want to co-author with anyone. But then the universe brought Aimee Nicole Walker and I together and we’ve written two books already. Undisputed, which is a standalone. The second book is a part of a series called Circle of Darkness : The Genesis Circle series. We just work so well together and respect each other’s input and creativity. But, if I was going to choose one more author to work with, I would pick Stephen King. I’d love to write a horror novel with him.
Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
I’ve always wanted to write. I have a very active imagination and writing is just one of the things that makes me happy. I love bringing these crazy stories that run rampant inside my mind to the pages for readers to enjoy. It’s been my dream come true. :D
Author Bio:
About me? Hmmm, I'm just a person with a wild imagination and a love for words who was sitting around the house one day and said, "Why hasn't anyone written a book like this before?". As with every storyteller, I wanted to share mine with the world. I like my erotica dark, gritty, sexy... and even a little raunchy. I'm not afraid to go there and I hope you aren't afraid to go there with me. When I'm not writing, I love watching movies and TV shows, clubbing, biking, and hanging out with family and friends. I love life.
I'd love to hear from you, feel free to send me a shout out!
Email: nicholasbella1@gmail.com
Theoden: New Haven Prequel
New Haven Season 1: Chained in Darkness
New Haven Season 2: House of Theoden
AMAZON US / AMAZON UK / B&N
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New Haven Season 3: Prince of the City
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New Haven Season 3: Prince of the City
AMAZON US / AMAZON UK
B&N / GOODREADS TBR
New Haven Season 4: Kingdom of Ara
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New Haven Season 4: Kingdom of Ara
AMAZON US / AMAZON UK
B&N / GOODREADS TBR
The Odin Chronicles Season 1: Episode 1
The Odin Chronicles Season 1: Episode 2
B&N / GOODREADS TBR
The Odin Chronicles Season 1: Episode 1
The Odin Chronicles Season 1: Episode 2
Promo Tour: Victorian Town by Nancy Thorne
Title: Victorian Town
Author: Nancy Thorne
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal Romance, Mystery, Time-Travel
Release Date: March 28, 2018
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Summary:
Abby Parker planned out her whole life: complete her final year of high school, go to college, get a job, move away from her insane family, stay best friends with Jessica.
But, that was before she broke into the nearby tourist attraction and unwittingly answered a call from a centuries-old spirit who dragged her into the 19th century.
Now she must solve a Victorian mystery without getting herself killed, or worse, spend a lifetime trapped in the past, leaving behind everyone she loves and altering their lives forever.
When she meets gorgeous Benjamin, the future looks a lot like wreckage.
I looked for a lock on the door but there wasn't one. All I needed was for Dr. Edgecombe to walk in and see me naked, even if he was a real doctor or a real delusion. I stripped while listening for footsteps and placed my torn and dirty clothes in a pile beside the washbasin table. The porcelain pitcher was filled to the brim with water, seemingly prepared for unexpected guests. I poured it all into the basin.
A small box that read LYE SOAP had been placed on two woven facecloths and one towel. I dipped one of the cloths into the water and felt the ring slip to my knuckle. I ran the washcloth over my hands before scrubbing every other part of me. It was when I dried myself with the extremely scratchy towel that I noticed the sparkling luster of the ring's silver. I squinted at it uncertainly. Nothing made any sense. I needed to get into that bed.
Plopping onto the mattress, my body sank gently into the feathery stuffing until I was sure I'd never been that comfortable in my life. I grabbed the side of the bedspread, pulled it over me, and fixated on the ceiling for what felt like the longest time, counting the circular knots in the wood − and that's when I must have dozed off.
"Are you awake, Abigail?" Martha's voice seeped through the door.
I opened my eyes, one at a time, to the ceiling. Still in Victorian Town. "Yes, I think so."
"Dinner is almost ready. You must be famished."
Dinner? I must have slept for hours. "Oh, okay. I'll just be a few minutes."
"Do take your time, Abigail. I have given you a respectful allotment of advance notice."
The latch secured to the chest at the bottom of the bed was easy to open. However, the solid wood lid was heavier than I imagined and difficult to raise. I heaved until it stayed upright, then peered at the contents. Linens and clothes in a multitude of colors and prints were folded with exactness and nestled in layers. On top of everything was a red dress.
"Will have to do." I lifted it from the trunk and placed it on the bed. It had a fitted waist and a wide full skirt with buttons that ran up the front from the midsection to the lace trim on the collar. I then took out everything that looked like underwear and placed each item beside the dress. Every piece of clothing appeared lovingly cared for. There was nothing at all in the trunk that resembled a bra, and the closest thing to clean panties I was going to get were the pajama-style pantalettes Martha had mentioned. They reached almost to my ankles and were sewn together along the inside seam until reaching the crotch, where they were just, well, open, so I don't think spinster aunt had mended them very well.
What Others Are Saying:
✯✯✯✯✯ What a unique love story! by Liza O'Connor
I don’t even know how to share this story without spoilers.
Thereforth, let me tell you about the author...she has done a great deal of research for this story which takes place in modern times and the Victorian era in the U.S. She lays the town out in fabulous detail. The clothes, the houses, the blacksmith, even the privy.
The heroine, Abby, was born in modern times to an unhappy family. The only ones who seems to love her is her dog and her best friend.
By placing a ring Abby found upon her finger, she ends up in the same town, only more than a hundred years earlier. Despite her strange clothes (she’s wearing pants), her bemoaning the loss of her cell phones, and the inability to dance properly, a family takes her in, and she adapts and falls in love with the smithy Ben.
Thus, she returns to her own time soon after. For it she stays, she’ll change history. To prove the point, she and her best friend research the town in modern time. However, when people that she loves in this past have futures that turn out less than what she wants, Abby returns to try and fix matters...several times. It’s a tricky thing when you play with the past. And the best of intentions are not a sure fix.
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✯✯✯✯✯ Great read! by Sarah Rutter
Honestly couldn't put this book down. I kept telling myself "just one more chapter" but then I'd read five! Overall a really great read.
✯✯✯✯ YA Time-Travel by Petula Winmill
Abigail Parker chases her dog into a local tourist attraction and finds something he dug up. She ends up suddenly transported into the past, with a mystery to solve. Will her traveling backwards and forwards mess with history ?? If so who will be affected ??
This is a sweet innocent time-travel story. Our heroine is a teenager with an unhappy family life and a best friend who is not pleased with her new interest.
An entertaining book for younger readers.
✯✯✯✯ Changing the past by Rebecca Austin
Abby Parker is following her dog Riley when she finds a ring that takes her back in time to 1876. There she must solve a mystery regarding the disappearance of Elizabeth Edgecombe, the sister of her new friend Martha.
But when Abby takes off the ring she is back to the current time with her best friend Jess. The two work together to try and figure out what happened in the past.
But when Abby meets Benjamin Dunstone in the past, where will Abby remain?
I enjoyed this book and how Abby was torn between the two worlds and trying to do what she could to save those she cared about. Yet she found her friendship with Jess was starting to get strained as Jess was worried that Abby was going to change the past so that it would alter the future.
I thought it was great how the author explained everything in the past to Abby and how much of a hard time Abby had initially with adapting to everything. She thought it was a joke to begin with so it was pretty interesting how she realized the truth.
I was super curious to see what was going to happen every time Abby went back after learning what was going to happen with the archives and how she did change certain things.
I wasn't really surprised at the end but part of me was as I really thought Jess would be involved.
Nancy Thorne is an award-winning author of fiction inspired by the romance, courage and struggles of youth.
Born and raised in a suburb of Toronto, she fostered a passion for creating stories in grade school but hid it much too well. Five years ago she stepped away from the pediatric health care field to pursue her lifelong dream of telling them.
When she's not writing books or reading, she's dreaming.
Nancy lives outside of Toronto with her husband, two sons and an incredibly energetic fox-red labrador.
99cent Book Blast: Omega Sacrifice by Quinn Michaels
Title: Omega Sacrifice
Author: Quinn Michaels
Series: Pine Creek Lake Den #2
Genre: M/M Romance, Paranormal, MPreg
Release Date: February 18, 2018
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Summary:Will he sacrifice his true mate for revenge?
An alpha of the Pine Creek Lake pack killed Devon's father. But when Devon discovers his true mate amongst his enemies, will a forbidden love force Devon to choose between his pack and his heart?
Seeing the love of his life choose another, Zeke faces a bleak future as an omega with no hope of a mate. But when he stumbles into the arms of a strange and handsome alpha, is this a second chance for a happy ending? Or will he be cast aside...again?
Star-crossed mates must make the ultimate sacrifice to save each other.
Omega Sacrifice is a fast-paced, satisfying mpreg omega werewolf romance that will leave you hot and bothered with a happily ever after to melt your heart.
Short. Sweet. Steamy. No Cliffhanger.
If you love Mpreg Omega werewolf romance with knotting, true mates, and hawtness, start reading Omega Sacrifice, Book 2 of the Pine Creek Lake pack series, today!
Devon froze. In his wolf sight, the omega male was a monochrome figure in gray, brown, and tan. He had a round face and light hair, escaping in scraggly curls that were tied at the nape of his neck in an elastic band. If Devon had been human, his mind might have drifted to poetry. The soft roundness of his figure was hinted at tantalizingly beneath a thin rain jacket and sodden yoga pants. His lips were full, his nose upturned endearingly at the tip.
The omega smelled like the sweetness of fresh kill, and Devon wanted to lick him. To taste him.
Stupid with desire, Devon whimpered.
This was bad. A deep, instinctual part of him recognized that the omega in front of him was his true mate.
The omega froze in place. "Who's there?" He wiped the sleeve of his jacket over his face and blinked. Squinting into the darkness. "Hello? Who’s there?"
Devon held his breath. This omega was his true mate, and instinct demanded that Devon make his claim. But he had a job to do. If he revealed himself, he would put his entire pack in danger.
The omega sniffed the air. Between the rain and his weaker human senses, he should not have been able to smell Devon. But he tensed, and Devon recognized both fear and curiosity as the omega turned toward him. "You're an alpha. I don't know you." The growing panic was evident in his tone. He would shout for help soon. Devon was surprised he hadn't shouted yet. Maybe there was some way to salvage this. Devon shifted, and then hands raised, he stood.
Cold rain streamed down his body. Though Devon knew he lacked the essential viciousness that made an alpha truly strong, none of that was reflected in his body. A surge of pride washed over him as the omega's lips parted, and his eyes grew wide, and Devon smelled his desire.
"I'm Devon."
"Ezekiel. Zeke. Your, um…" Zeke ran his tongue between his lips, and imagining that tongue in those lips on him made Devon's cock swell.
Devon kicked himself. He should have stayed hidden. He should have killed Zeke before the omega had seen him. But Zeke was his true mate, and even if he hadn't been, Devon didn’t have it in him to kill an innocent omega in cold blood. He wasn't his father. He wasn’t his grandfather. Which meant Devon would have to take Zeke with him, at least until all of this was over.
Zeke was his true mate, and there was no way he was going to let the omega come to harm.
But first, he had to make Zeke comfortable enough to trust him.
"I have some clothes in this backpack," Devon said, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you mind if—?"
"Yeah! You should do that!" Zeke swallowed. "Not that I mind looking at you. I mean, you’re really hot and—" He shook his head, and judging by the tint of embarrassment in his scent, Devon guessed that Zeke had flushed as well.
It was perfect. And terrifying.
The omega smelled like the sweetness of fresh kill, and Devon wanted to lick him. To taste him.
Stupid with desire, Devon whimpered.
This was bad. A deep, instinctual part of him recognized that the omega in front of him was his true mate.
The omega froze in place. "Who's there?" He wiped the sleeve of his jacket over his face and blinked. Squinting into the darkness. "Hello? Who’s there?"
The omega sniffed the air. Between the rain and his weaker human senses, he should not have been able to smell Devon. But he tensed, and Devon recognized both fear and curiosity as the omega turned toward him. "You're an alpha. I don't know you." The growing panic was evident in his tone. He would shout for help soon. Devon was surprised he hadn't shouted yet. Maybe there was some way to salvage this. Devon shifted, and then hands raised, he stood.
Cold rain streamed down his body. Though Devon knew he lacked the essential viciousness that made an alpha truly strong, none of that was reflected in his body. A surge of pride washed over him as the omega's lips parted, and his eyes grew wide, and Devon smelled his desire.
"I'm Devon."
"Ezekiel. Zeke. Your, um…" Zeke ran his tongue between his lips, and imagining that tongue in those lips on him made Devon's cock swell.
Devon kicked himself. He should have stayed hidden. He should have killed Zeke before the omega had seen him. But Zeke was his true mate, and even if he hadn't been, Devon didn’t have it in him to kill an innocent omega in cold blood. He wasn't his father. He wasn’t his grandfather. Which meant Devon would have to take Zeke with him, at least until all of this was over.
Zeke was his true mate, and there was no way he was going to let the omega come to harm.
But first, he had to make Zeke comfortable enough to trust him.
"I have some clothes in this backpack," Devon said, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you mind if—?"
"Yeah! You should do that!" Zeke swallowed. "Not that I mind looking at you. I mean, you’re really hot and—" He shook his head, and judging by the tint of embarrassment in his scent, Devon guessed that Zeke had flushed as well.
It was perfect. And terrifying.
Pennsylvania native, Quinn Michaels is a fan of fantasy, werewolves and M/M mpreg romance! She strives to write action-packed adventures of romance, self-discovery and second chances, all served up with a hefty helping of sweet, sexy Omegas and hot, determined Alphas who will do anything to cherish, love, and protect their mates. She also enjoys the sexytimes!
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