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Book Tours: Promo Degrees of Control

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About the Book

Book coverTitle: Degrees of Control

Author: Eve Dangerfield

Genre: Romance

Charlotte Bell is a typical yoga teacher. She’s friendly, earnest and has some slight masochistic tendencies. After a painful break-up she’s determined to address her long-denied kinks with the kind of man she’s always been too terrified to approch. Her friends have select James Hunter a male model turned corporate suit and after a ‘chance’ encounter at a party, James agrees to school Charlie in the harsher side of sex. He knows she’s too genuine, too kind, too everything for a guy like him but he won’t turn down an opportunity to break in a starry-eyed submissive like her. Yet as Charlie and James embark on a strings-free sexual relationship they discover a connection that runs deeper than either of them could have imagined.

Author Bio

Author picEve Dangerfield has loved romance novels since she first started swiping her grandmother’s paperbacks at the age of fourteen. Now she writes her own unapologetically sexy tales about complex women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Eve currently lives in Melbourne with her lovely sister, extremely chill boyfriend and a rabbit named Billy. When she’s not writing she can usually be found drinking, dancing or making a mess. Often all at once. Degrees of Control is her first novel.

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Book Tours: Book Excerpt Calasade: Sanguinem Isle

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Book Excerpt

Cleptus Chapter

Caderyn stopped at the fifth apartment. From within there was scraping and a woman shouting as if she was on her last nerve. He counted the doors to make sure he chose the right place as the woman grew angrier, her shrill orders coinciding with louder scraping. Then came what approximated as someone spanking a naked bottom, a child bawling. He raised a hand intending to knock then chose instead to scratch his forehead.

Wrong casa. Had to be. Even if Cilo got married in the months since they last saw each other, the cleptus would hardly abide a ready-made family, not with his profession.

“Cilo?” Caderyn yelled. And again. Once more.

The door swung open. A feral-looking brunette glared out, her bony body sporting a loincloth and a breast-strap. The cesta—a poorer, untailored version of a strophium—flattened her tits to the shapes of empty waterskins and cut into her sides.

He mumbled, “Cilo?”

“Not here. You go.” She slammed the door in his face.

Miserable cunnus. Caderyn knocked, waited, knocked harder.

The woman again answered. Rosiness replaced the sallowness of her cheeks, blue eyes shining bright as an ocean on a sunny day.

“Cilo,” insisted Caderyn.

Not here. You go.”

“Where is he?”

She gritted and bared brown teeth. “Not—”

“Here and I should go, aio. First tell me my friend’s whereabouts.”

“Friend dead. Clepta corpse.”

Her assertion was a blow in the gut. “Dead…? When? How?”

“What when-how matter?” She tapped the side of her head. “You thick.” Then sniffed. “Phew.”

The door’s slamming boomed throughout the hallway. He lashed out with his foot, kicking the entrance open. There was a thud. A shriek. Before the woman could gather herself and come out from behind the door that had knocked her down, he barged into a room wherein a young girl rested upon a urine-stained mattress. Gouges marred the floor in front of her, the spike she had used clutched within her tiny fist. Snot ran over her lip. He scanned the wall and saw the hole for the spike from which the thief had hung his tools. The lone painting of harenarae fighting was absent as well. Like the tools and art that were gone so were the articles of clothing the thief folded and stacked under the window overlooking the avenue Caderyn had traveled.

The woman crept from behind the door wiping blood from her nose. “You no belong here. See, friend dead. Verum.”

A mouth that had gone dry turned his words into thick utterances. “For how long?”

“Last full moon.” She pushed at his chest. “Daughter me live here now.”

He retreated to the hall on heavy legs. “What happened?”

“Caught stealing. Died in—how you say square arena?—quadratum. But where make no difference. Neither when-how. Corpse never rebirth. You” —she waved as if shooing a fly— “go.”

About the Book

ecover_sanguinem_isleTitle: Calasade: Sanguinem Isle

Author: Mark Stone

Genre: Fantasy

Caderyn Fortis has been many things—loyal husband, soldier, war veteran, public servant. Now he is a fallen nobilis and gambling addict, an alcoholic who never got over the murder of his wife. In his darkest hour an opportunity comes that can help him recover his self-worth and make up for the mistakes that cost him his wife. All he has to do? Discover who kidnapped a young woman and where they took her, then rescue her. He must do this while not alienating his employer—the best suspect—or falling in love with the woman helping him.

Author Bio

Mark Stone lives in the United States and Spain with his greatest inspiration, his wife Cinta. Having written award-winning Flash Fiction, he is now a novelist writing tales of Fantasy that take place in Calasade, a world heavily influenced by Ancient Rome. You can find him at:

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