Valentine’s Dragon Style ♥ Release Blitz!

 


Title: Valentine’s Dragon Style ( The Sanguenna Chronicles #2 )
Author: Serena Akeroyd

Genre: Fantasy, Romance 




 
 
 
 
 
Georgios has a past.
In fact, he has more than a past. It’s a doozy of a heritage. With a murderer in the family and a mate stirring in the other realm, the last thing Ios needs is to continue a lineage that has messed with the fertility of all dragonkind.
But…
There’s always a but, right?
Lara is… Well, to be frank, she’s his. Still, to save her from him, he’ll fight the mate bond. Do what he must to keep her safe because, when it boils down to it, she’s the only thing that matters.
Of course, there has to be a spanner in the works. Namely, it’s Lara. A Vampire with bigger balls than most guys, and his citrus fruit… Okay, okay, leman. 
Destined to be together, this cellphone-loathing Dragon has no choice but to embrace a world where women like having their boobs squished into torture devices called bras, bowls aren’t just regular-sized but Super, and roses are a declaration of true love.
If they can make it past the problems with his heritage, they’re on course for a happily-ever-after, but when a Dragon has courted mischief for centuries, trouble was always going to come knocking on his door.
Can they make it past the mistakes they’ve both made to finally be together? Or will his history and hers be the wrecking ball to hopes and dreams neither had dared have until they were in one another’s arms?
Book two in The Sanguenna Chronicles is a sexy stand-alone novel, coming in at just under 60k words. Prepare yourself for giggles and sighs–Ios is a hottie!!
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she
knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may
be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales,
stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a
love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!
 
A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels
enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk.
Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if
wishes were horses, eh?
 
Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her
readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

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Thief of Dragons ♥ Episode 22

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Roehn flipped through the stack of index cards in her hand, matching call numbers to drawers and filing them. It was one of the more tedious aspects of her job, but the quiet solitude gave her time to think. Usually. Today, it was impossible, because for all the silence, she wasn’t alone. She slid the drawer shut and sighed at the brooding presence standing in the corner.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today, Rynd.”

Their eyes met and held. He nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“You know, you’re not exactly giving me a confidence boost with the silent treatment,” she pushed.

The Hawk smirked, overhead lights refracting in his rust colored eyes, as he stepped toward her. “You got a guilty conscience, puss puss?”

“There, that’s better.” She smiled, her shoulders relaxing. “So what’s on your mind?”

“Just this whole meeting business,” he frowned. “I don’t understand how everything Arcylaen has done for this country can be forgotten so easily. It’s insulting that one little incident can erase years of heroic deeds.”

Roehn studied his rugged, handsome face that always appeared to have a five o’clock shadow. There was a small scar near his right cheek and another running down the side of his neck to disappear under the collar of his shirt. He looked born to be a solider, and had no doubt seen his share of war. Had one of her own family members rendered those wounds? Even if it had only been one of their allies, she felt distantly guilty and remorseful.

“You really admire him, don’t you?” she observed.

“He was the only one who ever truly believed we could save our country,” he nodded. “Who not only motivated the war to remove the Black Dogs, but stayed on the front lines the whole time. He kicks his feet about it, but he’s a natural leader. A true leader, you know? Not one who sees his position as power over others or entitled privilege, but as an opportunity to make things better. Their father was the same way.”

“Lord Malcaen Draea?”

Roehn knew Arcylaen’s parents were passed, but she’d never looked into how it had happened. She was afraid of the answer, now more than ever.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “He had the same outlook on pageantry, too, but Lady Nyris loved it. She…well, you kind of remind me of her. Very classy, but could cut a man down to size with one witty comeback.”

Roehn grinned. “A woman has to have her weapons.”

“Oh, you’ve got plenty, I’m sure,” Rynd chuckled. “And though I admired Lady Nyris greatly, the female Dragons will always hold certain ideas sacred. Those that reflect the same views as Lady Turvo. They’re very closed-minded about certain things.”

“Is that a warning?”

He shrugged. “Just a heads up. I’ve no doubt that Brejeir is right; you could charm the pants off any old Head of House, but if you can’t win their wives over, then it’s a useless strategy. They’re the ones who really run things behind the scenes. They know exactly what to say and what buttons to push to get their men to do what they want.”

“I’m suddenly ashamed of my own gender,” Roehn grimaced.

“Don’t be, they’re clever and resourceful,” he grinned. “That can be dangerous for your current position, though.”

“How do you mean?”

He studied her again, as if deciding whether or not to continue. Lucky for him, he chose wisely, otherwise Roehn would’ve become the biggest thorn in his side until he spilled the beans. Sometimes, it was delightfully effective being that obvious.

He released a sigh and lowered his voice a little more. “The truth is, Lady Turvo may be blunt with her words, but that doesn’t mean she won’t fall back on manipulation when the words fail to get her what she wants, and she is her father’s favorite,” he elaborated. “The Turvo’s are second in line to the Dragon’s Head position, but they had all girls this generation and much like the archaic rites, the laws stating the position can only be held by a male Dragon heir has never changed.”

“It’s both frightening and sad how grateful I am for that,” Roehn admitted with pure female reluctance.

“Yeah, I think it’s safe to say we all are,” Rynd agreed. “But, the tradition of uniting the two Houses by marriage, which has long been deemed the remedy for that gender bias, has now been threatened by your Echelonite’s choice. The presumed promise that the Turvo’s would get their time sharing the power allotted the Dragon’s Head with Eleqwyn and Arcylaen’s betrothal is no longer a sure thing. That gives House Turvo zero reason to vote in favor of Arcylaen remaining their leader. And if Lord Turvo takes Cylaen’s place, I guarantee you, it will be Eleqwyn, her mother and her sisters running the country behind the scenes.”

“That sounds like a very bleak future for Skaulling,” Roehn managed, horrified.

“It’s been worse, but yeah,” he said. “It won’t be what the Lords Draea and all their allies fought so long and hard for, that’s for damn sure.”

Roehn let that work around her mind for a moment, understanding that they could pretty much count on House Turvo voting against them, but that still left eleven other Houses.

“He has to be voted in by the Dragon Houses first, before the people get a say, doesn’t he?” Roehn had already deduced as much, but didn’t mind having a confirmation, which the Hawk gave her with a simple nod. “Why didn’t he just secure the position, officially, once the war was over?”

“Sorry, kit-cat, that’s something you’re going to have to ask him, yourself,” Rynd smirked. “All I have are my theories.”

“Which would be?”

“My theories,” he repeated. “You’ll have to come up with your own, or ask the man straight out.”

“How clever and resourceful of you,” she jabbed.

“Are you calling me a woman?” he balked with a surprised laugh.

Roehn just shrugged with a chuckle, as she turned out of the rows of filing cabinets and walked right into Arcylaen’s solid chest. His scent was right there to pervade all her senses, before she could even blink, adding a drugging haze to the fright.

“Damn it, we’ve talked about this,” she hissed, slapping a hand to her thundering heart.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” he asked, his expression a little too dark and serious.

Crap, how much of the conversation had he overheard? A quick replay had her worry easing. They hadn’t been talking about anything more than what his entire household had just discussed at the breakfast table a few hours ago.

“Not unless you wanted to help sort index cards,” she answered. “What are you doing here?”

Arcylaen studied her for a moment, the muscles ticking in the back of his jaw. He looked angry, which made her uneasy. Had something else happened? Another meeting dumped in his lap or worse? “I came to take you to lunch.”

Roehn glanced at her watch and sighed. “I didn’t even realize it was that late already.”

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” he remarked.

“What are you getting at?” she narrowed in, not appreciating his tone one bit.

Rynd stepped into the area at that moment and Arcylaen’s dark gaze flicked to his. “Alone.”

“You got it boss,” the Hawk nodded and stalked away.

Roehn’s mouth fell open, as she realized exactly what the Dragon’s problem was. When he looked to her again, his expression turned leery at the sight of her disapproving scowl.

“What?”

“Don’t you what me,” she snipped, though dropped her voice to a near whisper. “You think just because we shared a bed last night that I’m not even allowed to talk to Rynd anymore? The one man on the face of this planet who respects and admires you more than anyone else?”

His eyes widened with surprise, before his expression turned sheepish with shame.

Roehn shook her head in disbelief. “You’re an ass.”

She stalked past him, heading toward the staff break room, where he couldn’t follow. Then she remembered that he ran the whole freaking country which pretty much came with an all rights pass. Not that it mattered, when she didn’t even make it to the door, before he grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.

“Leandra, wait. I’m sorry.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him an expectant look, waiting for a far better explanation than that.

“I don’t know why I reacted that way. Honest. I just heard you two laughing and it…” he bit off his own words and ground his teeth, seeming to struggle for the right way to explain himself.

“It what? Angered you? Made you jealous?” she pressed.

“It just struck me that he’s here, while I’m across the damn city,” he grit out. “Not only does he get to spend all this time with you that I miss out on, but if something were to happen, he’d be the first one there for you, instead of me.”

“And you’ve a whole building of people who get those same things with you, Arcylaen,” she pointed out, though she’d softened a little with his confession. “Look, I get it, okay? But, that doesn’t mean you get to take it out on Rynd. I was the one who started talking to him first.”

“Asking questions,” he stated, rather than asked.

Roehn narrowed her eyes. “You’re going to apologize to him,” she stated firmly, cutting off his attempt to turn the conversation around on her.

When he frowned, she turned into the break room to gather her things, but he was still sulking by the time she returned.

“Does it really bother you that much?” she asked.

“You already made me apologize to Brejeir this morning,” he complained.

Roehn laughed and shook her head. “The big bad Dragon’s Head, afraid of words. Maybe if you stopped being such an ass, you wouldn’t have to worry about it. Now, where are you taking me for lunch?”

He smiled for the first time since arriving, his golden eyes glinting in the semi-darkness. “What is soon to be the best restaurant in the entire Heart City,” he replied.

Try as she may, Roehn couldn’t keep from smiling over that. “So, you roped your brother into playing Chef again?”

“First, my brother is a Chef, he wasn’t just playing at it,” he informed her, to which she smiled even brighter as that was a pleasant surprise. “Second, no. We’ll be dining alone.”

Roehn nibbled on the inside of her cheek for a moment. “You know, we probably should be eating out in public like Brej suggested,” she reminded him, even though the idea filled her stomach with anxiety.

The look he gave her was still edged with his previous foulness. “I understand that, but I want one more day of having you all to myself before I’m forced to share,” he grumbled. Before she could respond, he perked up and gave her a completely different look; one filled with hesitant hope and mischief. “Besides, there’s something I want to show you.”

“What?” she hesitated, loathing the idea of any more surprises.

So far, her number of bad surprises far outweighed the good. Even if the surprise of falling for a Dragon was slowly creeping toward better.

“It’s a surprise,” he winked.

Roehn groaned, which only seemed to brighten his mood. “Gentlemanly and gives surprises,” she griped. “You sure know how to treat a woman, your highness.”

Arcylaen laughed, the big, sexy sound echoing off the cavernous ceiling and marble walls of the museum’s lobby, causing heads to turn.

“Oh, kitten,” he sighed. “Only you would find fault in that.”

©A.C. Melody

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Bad Wolf ♥ Release Boost!

 
 
Title: Bad Wolf
Author: Jo Raven 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
This is no fairytale…
Once I fell in love with a gorgeous boy next door.
Years later, he’s back—a total hunk, hot as hell, and bad. So bad.
Rude. Arrogant. Hard.
And I’m dying for a taste.


Jarett was our neighbors’ adopted son.
Handsome, strong, quiet, he was my protector, and my friend.
Now he’s back, and he’s still gorgeous.
Tall, dark and s*xy. All man.
But he’s a bad guy, moving with a dangerous crowd.
So why do I keep winding up in his arms?
On his lap. In his bed.
I know better than this—I’m better than this. I should stop.
Only my heart tells me there’s good inside Jarett.
That I could save him.
Then again, what happens to gullible girls who climb into bed with the big bad wolf?
…Right. 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MME fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed into the present, loyalty and raw emotion. Add to that breathtaking suspense, super-hot sex scenes and a happy ending, and you have a Jo Raven® story.
 
 
 
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#SongLyricSunday ♫ “Call Me” – Blondie

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While beta readers are having a go at Scavenger, I’ve been working on getting ready for April’s Camp NaNo. Is anyone else going to be participating in Camp NaNo this year? I plan to attempt finishing Thief of Dragons, which I started with the November NaNoWriMo 2 years ago already! Time flies when you’re having fun? Okay, ya, it flies regardless, which is why it’s already Sunday again – time for another music challenge hosted by Helen over at This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time!

This week’s theme is: Phone Calls/Calling

Uh…yes, of course the first thing that came to mind was Blondie! I’m a total 80’s child, #sorrynotsorry. Hitting No. 1 on charts in 1980 after playing during the opening credits of American Gigolo featuring a much younger Richard Gere than Julia Roberts got to reverse role play with –  “Call Me” was thankfully included on the Best of Blondie album (I mean the vinyl record) allowing weirdos like me to jam out to all of the band’s awesome tracks without moving the needle. Enjoy!

Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you’re comin’ from

Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) my love
You can call me any day or night
Call me

Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I’ll never get enough
Emotions come, I don’t know why
Cover up love’s alibi

Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) oh love
When you’re ready we can share the wine
Call me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, he speaks the languages of love
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, amore, chiamami, chiamami
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any way
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day-ay

Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) for a ride
Call me, call me for some overtime
Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me in a sweet design
Call me (call me), call me for your lover’s lover’s alibi
Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me)

Oh, call me, oh, oh, ah
Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me any, anytime

♫♪♫♪

Songwriters: Deborah Harry / Giorgio Moroder
Lyrics found on Google
Lyrics Legal: Call Me lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management US, LLC

I have no rights to this song, video or lyrics. All rights remain with the artists and their respective agents. No copyright infringement intended.

#SongLyricSunday ♪ “Inflatable” – Bush

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I’m happy to announce that I got the final edits back yesterday for Scavenger (Dark Day Isle #2)! I’m so excited, because to date, this has been one of the longest and worst struggles with a novel for me. The original version, the beta reads, the revisions…I honestly lost faith for awhile that it would ever get finished. It’s been well over a year (going on 2) since I released Collar Me Foxy and I never intended to make my readers wait so long for the next installment. My relief is ginormous right now!

That’s it, I don’t have a story to share for the Sunday challenge, but if it makes you feel any better the above paragraph is 100% true! 😀

And that’s this week’s theme: Truth

If you want to join in the fun or check out all the other participant’s song choices, please head over to This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and read Helen’s interesting story on why she chose this week’s theme!

I’m sure my song choice can be perceived many different ways, but it’s always struck me as being about one of the hardest kinds of truths: the truth you know about the lies you’re allowing, and loving someone too much to let the truth ruin the comfortable façade of those lies even when you’re sure they’re going to get worse. Plus, I mean, who doesn’t love the voice of Gavin Rossdale? Yeah, I don’t care about his personal life, he’ll always be at the top of my list of favorite singers in the world. Enjoy!

Let it slide overhead
When I believe in you my soul can rest
But as love that’s really love can never fail
But fail it does
When we shine like the sun
You seem the only one my only friend

You’re so pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
So pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
When you’re faithful

I resigned from myself
Took a break as someone else
It’s like we’ve come undone
But I’ve only just become inflatable for you

You’re so pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
So pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
So pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
When you’re faithful

I don’t mind most of the time
But you push me so far inside

You’re so pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
So pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
So pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
So pretty in white, pretty when you’re faithful
When you’re faithful
When you’re faithful

♪♫♪♫

Songwriters: Gavin Rossdale
Lyrics found on Google
Lyrics Legal: Inflatable lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC

I do not own any rights to this video, song or lyrics. All rights remain with the artists and their respective agents. No copyright infringement intended.

Apologies!

I just wanted to say “Sorry for the glitch” to all of my blog followers. Apparently, when today’s post for Raw Touch went out to everyone who follows my blog, it came with a whole lot of confusing HTML from one of my older Thief of Dragons posts! I have no clue how this happened––how it is even technically possible––and hope it was only a one-time fluke!

❤ A.C.

The Raw Touch ♥ Blog Tour!

 
Title: The Raw Touch
Author: Serena Akeroyd
Genre: Romantic Thriller
 
 

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Touch. 
The simplest form of communication. 
For some, the most complex.

Undercover cop, Lucia has more secrets than a rat’s nest. She works the beat, works it well, until she infiltrates a gang where she finally finds her place. Jungle justice suits her down to a tee, but the day comes when she has to return to her real life, and brothers in arms suddenly become enemies, as she flounders to find her place in the world once more. 

Martinez, a gang boss, one of the most powerful men in the city, has had his eyes on Lucia from the start. His instincts told him she was the rat in his midst, but other, baser, parts of him swayed his judgment. When his brother is sent down thanks to Lucia’s testimony, he can think only of revenge. 

When a woman who can’t stand to be touched has to fight for her life in the bed of a man who can kill her in the blink of an eye, everything, even reality, unravels. 

On the run, her past as a cop and footsoldier chasing at her heels, Lucia’s safety lies in the hands of the one man who can and will hurt her the most. 

Through his raw touch, she has to find a haven where all around her, there is nothing but hell. Can she allow him into the ashes of her life, if it means her survival is at risk? 

Find out in The Raw Touch. 

Reader Advisory: this full-length novel contains scenes of dubious consent, as well as information that readers might find upsetting.


 
 
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Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty! A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh? Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!