Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Passion of Thunder, Book 2 of the THUNDER Trilogy, is Now Available!

(Book 2 of the "Thunder" trilogy)
An erotic fantasy romance novel
by Linda Mooney
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-516-0
(print) ISBN# 978-1-60313-517-7
Word Count: 83.3K

Rion and Annie have made a home for themselves on Rion's world. But there are those who cannot tolerate having an "otherworlder" living among them. People who are jealous of their happiness. People who would do anything to see that their marriage is destroyed, and their lives forever ruined.

It will take every ounce of love between Rion and Annie to face the obstacles and hatred suddenly thrust at them. What they never anticipated was that an angel would resort to murder.

Warning: Contains aggravated assault, bribery, sword fighting, house arrest, forced separation, murder, revenge, seduction with berries, sex in public places, miracles, and outrageous prices for evening dresses.

Linda Mooney
Sensuous Romance with a Sci-Fi or Fantasy Flair!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Last Call for AAD!

Due to a glitch with the hotel, we were able to reopen registration till Sept, 20th! And I know you guys have been thinking about coming to the Authors After Dark Paranormal Weekend, and now is your chance to come and hangout with me for this first year's event. So many fantastic authors have signed up to come, give away goodies and sign on Saturday that you are going to miss out on something amazing if you don't attend.

Registration is 175$ and includes 4 meals, 2 parties(a candy shoppe PJ party and a Masquerade ball), a cocktail hour, a slew of reader focused events, Author lead mini events and tons of free books and goodies! And we are even doing a charity raffle to benefit the ACN and a local no kill shelter, Pets Alive! We have over 25 raffle gift baskets too!

Your room is 99$ a night, double occupancy, and can be booked through the info on the AAD website on the Registration page.

So who is going to be there? Well...
Jacquelyn Frank, Sunny, Joey W. Hill,Stella and Audra Price, Bianca D'Arc, Rosemary Laurey, Jennifer Armintrout, Madeline Oh, Georgia Evans, Mechele Armstrong, Samantha Sommersby, Cat Johnson, Cathy Clamp, Eliza Gayle, Diana Castilleja, Leigh Ellwood, Tilly Greene, Selena Illyria, Stephanie Julian, Judi Fennell, Kayleigh Jamison, Donna Grant, Robin T. Popp, Linda Mooney, Mima, Teresa Noelle Roberts, and JoLynne Valerie

The authors are fantastic, the goodies are fantastic, the books are beyond a doubt amazing. We got the authors, and the books, and the amazing events. All we need is YOU!

To register, join us at http://www.authorsafterdark.net/register.html We are looking forward to having you hangout with us this year and hope to see you there!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Release Day--Beneath the Surface by MJ Fredrick

I'm so excited---today is the release of my third full-length novel. I loved writing this book so much, and am very proud of how well it turned out. Also, LOOK at that cover. Gorgeous, right?

Beneath the Surface

Release date: September 1

Buy link: www.samhainpublishing.com

BLURB In retrospect, perhaps archaeologist Mallory Reeves shouldn’t have delivered the divorce papers to her estranged husband mere weeks before her marriage to another man. She knew seeing Adrian again would stir up memories, but she didn’t expect so many of them to be good, not after the mess they both made three years ago. She also didn’t expect to want to stay at the dig site on the Yucatan Peninsula. But the lure of the ancient ship and, yes, her sexy ex provide more of a draw than the white picket fence she thought she wanted. Marine archaeologist Adrian Reeves has good reason to trust no one. His former partner—and former best friend—made off with his last archaeological find. And his wife left him, frustrated by his obsession for professional revenge. Now both Mallory and his nemesis have returned, and it can’t be an accident that they’ve turned up in the middle of the most important excavation of his career. Seeing her again unearths old pain—and rekindles never-forgotten desire. Now he has to decide if he can trust Mallory again. More importantly, if he can trust himself with her.


Adrian stood a distance away, like a sea god, his arms raised, hands folded behind his head, the water lapping at his bare hips She turned and unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra to wash the mud embedded in the lace. Dropping to her knees and crouching to hide beneath the water, she scrubbed at the fabric, lamenting the effect the mud and salt water would have on the expensive garment.

“I can help you with that,” Adrian said, too close.

She whipped around, wrapping her arms around herself. Cautiously lifting one hand, she shoved her

muddy hair back from her face and glared.

He moved toward her, and her eyes were drawn to a deep dimple in his cheek beneath the reddish

stubble. Okay, actually her eyes were drawn elsewhere, but she forced herself to focus on the dimple.

“Go. Away.”

“A fine way to treat the man who saved your life,” he teased.

The tide flowed out and she caught a glimpse of bare hip. She had to get away from here, now. She

didn’t trust her hormones. They remembered Adrian and wanted to party. Distance. She needed distance.

Still underwater, she tugged on her dirty T-shirt, giving herself another layer of defense. It wasn’t

enough. His eyes flicked to the bra in her hand and she flushed. Damn it, she would not let him get to her.

She rose and moved deeper into the water, holding his gaze, daring him to keep his eyes on hers and not

glance at her breasts, no doubt clearly defined under her wet shirt.

He met her dare, his eyes only flicking to her cheek. “You have mud just there.”

Slipping his hand under her wet hair, he stroked his thumb over her cheek. She lost the will to pull

away, slap him, any of the things she should do. She just looked into his eyes helplessly as he lowered his


A wave swept past them, and her ring floated free of her shirt, floated between them on its chain.

Only then did she find the strength to yank away.

“Adrian,” she said, at once chiding and regretful. “It’s—it would be a mistake.” She walked out of the

ocean, her shorts still full of mud. Maybe Linda was right. Maybe this site was cursed.