Author Spotlight on Teagan Hunter

I’m doing an Author Spotlight on Teagan Hunter this week. She was a new to me author last year and I am hooked! If you haven’t read her books yet, pick them up!


TEAGAN HUNTER is a Missouri-raised gal, but currently lives in North Carolina with her US Marine husband, where she spends her days begging him for a cat. She survives off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When she’s not writing, you can find her binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural and One Tree Hill. She enjoys cold weather, buys more paperbacks than she’ll ever read, and never says no to brownies. For more information, please visit



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This is a dark, gothic, slightly erotic romantic thriller that contains elements that may be disturbing and offensive. Please read with caution if you are triggered by events depicting violence and various forms of abuse.

On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.

Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town’s abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command. But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.

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Chaos went to that quiet grave inside and waited for him to return. In all the six years she’d silently contemplated this day, not one of them had ever been this. The physical pain was a welcomed distraction to the pain in her soul. So many whys, whats, whens, whos. Why had Master hurt her so badly? What did it mean? When was this phase over? Who would tell her what to do next?

She had been told nothing. What if she did the wrong thing?

Bring back our sacrifice.

That was the only directive. No other details. She couldn’t let him call the authorities either. No one was to know. No one was to know what was coming, no one was to stop it, it was too important. For the entire town and its vicinity.

Chaos braced when Solomon drew close again. Why hadn’t she been prepared for this part? His touch. In her pitiful state, her body was weak with vulnerabilities. He’d held her hand. It had been kind and gentle and warm. She recalled her body’s panic when he would
let go. She would need to be careful. So very careful with him. The only thing she knew about him from Master was that he was going to be a very powerful sacrifice. Was he special like her? Did he too have gifts?   



Chaos wailed quietly a few feet away. Solomon used the pitiful sound to break the lobotomy horror that had begun embalming his body in its living grave. He reached into the inky space for her. The darkness was dense, indicating that wherever they were, there was no light except the fleeting one his captors had left with.

“Shhhhhh,” he managed. Hold on tight. This is your focal point, your anchor Solomon’s mind said as he touched her. He obeyed the instinct, not even questioning it. Holding her tight to his body, he stroked his hand over the cold skin of her back and arms.

He continued consoling her with shhhh, shhhh until he realized she wasn’t the one trembling, he was. He’d forgotten about her immunity to the madness around her. He was glad her mind was sheltered and numb to the reality at least.

As though she knew this, knew that she was immune and he wasn’t, her arms went around his upper body and held him in a vicious grip. “I-I’m the Redemptrix Vessel.” The whispered words brushed hot against his chest, as Solomon held her like the lone branch on the wall of a cliff. “I can talk to Master, I can make him choose me,” she said, breathless.

Her words tumbled in his mind and he fought to grab hold of them, of their meaning. “Choose you?” His mouth moved and he heard the words, and yet didn’t. Almost like he was dead… but alive. Trapped in his body.

The sudden terror of losing his mind before the master could take it, jolted panic through him. “No!” he gasped. “He can’t have you! He can’t have me.”

“I don’t want you to suffer,” she choked out bitterly, like there was no option, suffering had to come. The only negotiating might be who the sacrifice would be—her or him. “I’m the Redemptrix Vessel, I messed up. I should be the one to pay. Master always said I was the wild card in this evil game. I was the one to save the town, not you!”

Solomon’s mind and body slowly knit together more tightly. Every second, his ability to think faster and clearer returned like sparks of fire. “You didn’t mess up,” he whispered, shaking her a little. “Nobody messed up. Chaos? Listen, I need you to listen to me.” Solomon gripped her face in the dark and fluttered kisses along her mouth. “I really need you to hear me. I need you to hear me and understand something very deep in your heart and mind for me. Can you do that?”

The barest nod came with her shaky breaths on his lips as she latched her fingers onto his shoulders from behind, pressing her cold breasts against his chest. Solomon gasped at the connection, desperate for any and every kind of bond he could get with her.

“You are my wife now.” He stated the fierce words right on her lips, not wanting anything in that cell to steal them. “I want to take care of you. I want to have children with you, be a family, that’s what I want. Are you hearing me?”

She let out a sob against his mouth and nodded.

“Tell me you want this too. Chaos, you have to tell me—that you want this.” “I want this, I want this,” she said bitterly. “But I can’t. I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” he said fervently. “You can. Do you trust me, Beautiful?” Words had never ached and burned inside of Solomon more.

He felt her nod again and Solomon focused his mind, knowing this hour—these seconds—might be his last chance.

“I know that this means a lot to the town, I understand that. I understand that there is a curse that has to be lifted. But did you know…” he said, ideas swirling in his mind, “that when you found me, you found more than the answer to your curse?”

Solomon had kissed her between every other word, and she now struggled to kiss him back, her fingers clutching desperately along his neck. “W… what? Tell me,” she said.

He slipped his fingers beneath her hair and cradled her head while she pressed soft innocent kisses on his mouth. “I’m here to end the curse,” he said. The urgency in her lips made him even more desperate to convince her that they had to live.

“Yes,” she whispered, her kisses hotter now. Solomon followed the tightly woven fabric of lies in her mind while being careful not to move too quickly and suddenly. The last thing he needed was to push her into a mental place that might break her. Keeping his kisses fervent, he continued, “It’s finally so very clear to me, Beautiful. I was brought here to help Master. I think you knew, you knew all along, and that’s why I was picked. Because I would be able to help set it all right.”

“Yes, you’re the one.” Her fingers raked through his hair as he moved his mouth along her face to her ear.

“Master doesn’t realize it…” he said, building his case for their survival. “He’s been taken by the curse. That’s why I was called here, I was called not just to save the town, but to save Master too. Master isn’t a bad man, but the curse is trying to take him.”

She gave little moans, her lips kissing along his neck. “He’s very good.”

Solomon gritted his teeth as acid rose in his throat at her words. But she wasn’t hearing what he needed her to. “I know he is. I know you’re good too, I’ve known this since I met you.” Her lips were on his chest now and he gasped when her mouth covered his nipple and sucked with a sweet hunger. His cock decided to come alive at that moment, desperate to survive, too live, and love her.




“Come to me, Beautiful.”

She couldn’t deny the joy that stole her breath and made her smile bigger than she ever had. He laughed at seeing it. She snuggled into his chest. “You’re like a fairytale dream,” she said wrapping her limbs in his and encountering his arousal. “What’s this?” she asked, stroking him with a smile.

“It’s you, that’s what it is,” he said hungrily, rolling so he laid above her. He kissed her, his lips and tongue sending fire to explode through her. It mixed with the new things growing inside her. The power it created made her feel invincible, perfect, and beautiful.

She rolled him onto his back and straddled his waist. Staring into his gaze, she rose up and placed him at her entrance, holding his liquid blue stare as she lowered down very slowly. His strong hands gripped her hips but didn’t help, only held.

The new emotions and feelings bubbled hot and pure until she felt drunk. Her lips parted and her eyelids grew heavy with it. She let her head fall back as she lowered down on him with a savoring pace. At hearing his sounds of pleasure, she brought her head forward and stared into his eyes again, stroking her hands along his, and down his arms.

When she sat fully on him, his eyes clenched tight and his fingers dug. Her breaths came faster as his desire pulsed deep inside her, a furious rhythm, yearning to run wild and free in her. She wanted that. She wanted him wild and free in her.

He flicked his hips with a grunt, hitting against that place inside and drawing a soft cry of ecstasy. This place was so sacred to her. The harder and faster he touched it, the deeper it took her into another world. A paradise. And the long, soft groan sounds he made said it did the same to him.

“Make love to me, my Beautiful wife.”

Beautiful wife. The name stole her breath and Chaos began moving on him, testing different rhythms while watching what he liked most. He liked when she flicked her hips toward him while sitting fully down. She was happy he liked it, because it was perfect. God, it was so perfect.

“Solomon,” she cried out, placing her hands on his legs behind her.

“Jesus, yes,” he whispered, meeting her grinding with his own flicks.

“Touch your clit, Princess.”

She quickly obeyed the heated order, giving herself to the glorious power rushing through her. “Solomon,” she gasped, feeling it surging like a hot tidal wave. “It’s coming.”

His hands tightened on her hips and he moved her in rapid jerks, holding her so tight to him. The intensity drew her orgasm on a scream and she rode the brutal pleasure. She was suddenly on her back and he was kissing her, thrusting hard and fast into her, obliterating that place no man had ever been before. Only her Solomon. Only her Solomon knew the way to this place. All her life, she’d been Satan’s whore but with Solomon … with her immaculate husband, she was always a princess. Pure, innocent, and beautiful.


Author Spotlight of Ashley Jade

Author Spotlight


It’s Author Spotlight time and I’m sure you will love this author as much as I do! She has a ton of books under her belt, 17 to be exact, with the most recent one to be released this month!

Check out her books and author bio and be sure to stalk her proper.

The Devil, Part of the Cards of Love series, COMING SOON!!


Blame It on the Shame series- Box set:

“This series is like The Sopranos, but with much better sex.” —Dorian Bane, Dark Night Sound



Shame. It wounds us. It damages us.
Or, for the few poor souls out there like me…it defines us.
I’m the son of the devil, himself—the most feared mob boss who ever lived.
I was cursed from the moment I took my first breath.
I hate him…and I never wanted to become him.
And I sure as hell never, ever, wanted anything of his.
Until her.

My name is Ricardo DeLuca. There are two things you need to know about me. The first—is that I’m in love with the girl who belongs to my father. The second—is that it turns out I am my father’s son after all.

My name is Lou-Lou, and you probably think I’m a bitch.
You would be right—because I am.
You think you know all there is to know about me because of the man I belong to.
What you don’t know—is my past, because I’ll never tell you.
What you don’t know is my shame.
Because if you did—you’d be worse off than dead.
You’d be broken.

There are two sides to every story…this is ours.

Warning: Due to strong language, some violence, explicit sexual content, and some dark elements, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Trigger Warning: This series contains elements of emotional, sexual, and physical cruelty. Any readers with sensitivity to the above topics should proceed with caution, and at their own risk.

Please Note: This is a spin-off series of the full-length novel ‘Blame It on the Pain’ (featuring a different couple.)

Part 1 of this series is considered the prequel to that novel and the events in Part 1 take place before any of the events in ‘Blame It on the Pain’ do. Part 2 of this series follows the same timeline of Blame It on the Pain and if you have not read that book, you might miss some little ‘Easter eggs’ and things might not be as clear to you. Part 3- (the final installment) takes place after ‘Blame It on the Pain’.

While it is not required that you read Blame It on the Pain before starting this series, it will enhance your experience.


Blame It on the Pain

Blame It on the Pain is a Full-length standalone. No cliffhanger.



Pain. It hurts us. It pushes us. It punishes us.
Or, for the few poor souls out there like me…it defines us.
I’m not a good person.
There are no redeeming qualities about me…not anymore.
Any that I had, I’d given to the devil on the night that changed everything.
The night my baby sister died.
The night I murdered her killer.
Yes, I’ve taken a life…and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
And I would never, ever, have an ounce of regret for being who I am.
Until her.

My name is Jackson Reid. There are two things you need to know about me. The first—is that I’m in love with Alyssa Tanner. The second—is that I’m a murderer.

My name is Alyssa Tanner, but you probably know me as the whore who caused her step-father to lose the election for New York City Mayor.
And you would be right—because the day the world branded me a slut I decided to become one.
You think you know all there is to know about me because you’ve seen what I look like naked.
Believe me, you haven’t even cracked the surface.
What you don’t know—is my past, because I’ve been forced to keep it a secret to ensure my safety.
What you don’t know is my pain.
Because if you did—you’d be dead.
I bet you think you know how this story will unfold…but trust me, you really have no idea.

Warning: Due to strong language, some violence, explicit sexual content, and some dark elements, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

AU: Hearts- Book 2



Breslin—I was in love with Asher Holden the moment I saw him…and I knew nothing would ever be the same.
Then he hurt me. He wrecked me. He ruined me.
I spent three years putting myself together—fixing what he broke.
I never thought I’d see him again after that day.
I was counting on it.
Little did I know—life had other plans…and things were going to become a lot more complicated.

Asher—I finally know who I am. I own it, I embrace it…I’m no longer afraid.
I live my life with no regrets now, because I’ve learned my lesson—the hard way.
I thought I had it all figured out.
But then my past collides with my present…and things become complicated.
Turns out I don’t really know myself after all.

Landon— My life was all mapped out.
I knew exactly what direction I was heading in—I didn’t have time for any roadblocks or obstacles.
Then I meet her.
And him.
Now, my heart is split right down the middle.
She controls the rhythm. He controls the melody.

Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it…and there’s only one way this can end.

Warning: This story is for mature readers only. This duet contains language and explicit content featuring m/f, m/m, m/f/m.

Trigger Warning:
This story is strange and unconventional. It’s everything you hate. That’s the only warning I can offer you.



Audio: Hearts- Book 2

This is Book Two (the final book) in the Complicated Hearts Duet.



Asher loved her then.
Landon loves her now.
Then…they both fell for each other.
Does that make them enemies or lovers?
One thing’s for sure—it’s going to get complicated.

See why readers are calling the Complicated Hearts duet “An unconventional, New Adult romance unlike any other.”

This is Book Two (the final book) in the Complicated Hearts Duet. Book One must be read first.

Warning: This book is not for everyone. These characters are flawed and the situation is intense and frustrating. Emotions—all of them—run high. If you’re looking for perfect characters and a perfect story…this book isn’t for you.

Trigger Warning:
This story is strange and unconventional. It’s everything you hate. That’s the only warning I can offer you.

AU: Complicated Hearts- Book 1


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Ashley Jade craves tackling different genres and tropes within romance. Her first loves are New Adult Romance and Romantic Suspense, but she also writes everything in between including: contemporary romance, erotica, and dark romance.

Her characters are flawed and complex, and chances are you will hate them before you fall head over heels in love with them.

She’s a die-hard lover of oxford commas, em dashes, music, coffee, and anything thought provoking…except for math.

Books make her heart beat faster and writing makes her soul come alive. She’s always read books growing up and scribbled stories in her journal, and after having a strange dream one night; she decided to just go for it and publish her first series.

It was the best decision she ever made.

If she’s not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find her listening to music, hanging out with her readers online, and pondering the meaning of life.

Check out her amazon page and Facebook page for future novels.
She recently became hip and joined Twitter, so you can find her there, too.
She loves connecting with her readers—they make her world go ‘round.

~Happy Reading~

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Meet the Author

I love meeting new authors! Linny Lawless is a new author in town and her debut book is coming soon!


☆☆Meet the Author☆☆

Linny Lawless grew up in Northern VA, right outside Washington DC. Over 20 years have been spent on her professional career in sales operation, and 13 years as a biker chick. She has been riding Harleys with her husband for those 13 years. She loves the freedom, wildness, and rebellion of the biker world. Living the biker life is tribal, and primal at times.

Linny has also been a bookworm ever since she was a young teen. She reads all genres, but the one she loves the most is Romance! Recently a story and characters began to talk to her. Scruffy, sexy alpha bikers who belong to a tribe, their club, and the women they fall in love with. They live in a world full of chaos, not unlike reality. But within that world of chaos, they live their lives the best way they can and discover true love.

She’s a Contemporary & MC Romance Author who’s currently working on her first novel, “Salvation in Chaos.” She’s hoping to release sometime in January of 2018.

Linny enjoys talking with fellow Authors as well as her future readers. If you’re interested in learning more about her, and her works she can be found here:


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