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#Romance Lives Forever @ClareDargin @VickiBatman @kayelleallen #RLFblogThe top post was the RLF Gems announcement last month. I did not count it among the top bloggers because that award would go to me. I’d like to see the credit go to guests. You are why I do this!

The Top Blogger for this month is Clare Dargin, who wins a month of free advertising on the blog. Top Blogger of 2016 was Susan V Vaughn, who won a year of free advertising for 2017.

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Congratulations to these fine bloggers:
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5. Cynthia Sax, Kryssie Fortune
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CB Clark
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Four ways to Spot a Witch by Kryssie Fortune @KryssieFortune #RLFblog #urbanfantasyKryssie Fortune shares four ways to spot a witch.

1. Is the witch female?

Women are easily tempted to sin. Remember Eve and that damn apple? It taunted her from the tree branch while poor, innocent Adam ignored it. Historically, women were seen as morally week. Making a pact with the devil opened up a women’s wildest fantasies. Sometime, when struggling as an uneducated peasant, those fantasies were all she had.

Forget science and facts. Although… Okay, witches and flying go together. Ever wondered why? Most bread in the middle ages was rye bread, but that goes moldy fast. That mold’s interesting. It’s called Ergot. Too much is lethal. Smaller amounts are hallucinogenic and can give the illusion of flying. Most witch suspects were healers or herbalists, and they’d include Ergot in their potions. Rub that potion on your broomstick and straddle it, pre-flight. Middle ages remember. No underwear. Their bare genitals absorbed the potion, making them writhe and contort as it sent orgasm speeding though their body. Afterwards, they would think they’d been flying

2. Does the witch have a pet?

Don’t ever be lonely enough to take in a stray cat or dog, no matter how many purrs or puppy-dog eyes they give you. Witch hunters will claim the Devil sent the pet to her. Some believe the creature can shape shift. Historically witch hunters were warned to be on guard for small snakes, birds, cats, rats, dogs, and griffins. It makes you wonder how many griffins they found.

Pets or familiars didn’t only belong to women. During the English Civil war, Prince Rupert of the Rhine commanded the Cavaliers’ cavalry. By the age of 23, he was an experienced soldier, and everywhere he went, he took his huge white poodle, Boy, with him.

Parliamentarians thought the dog was Prince Rupert’s familiar, or even the Devil in disguise. They even claimed the dog could catch bullets in its mouth. Boy held the rank of Sergeant-major-general. After the cavaliers lost the Battle of Marston Moor, parliamentarians shot Boy, some say with a silver bullet. So, devil’s familiar? Werewolf? Or just a well- loved dog? You decide.

3. Does the witch have a wart?

Women breastfeed babies. Since I can’t find a reference to a female witch catcher, I assume they were male. Men are fascinated with women’s breasts, right? So, if the poor suspect had a third teat somewhere on her body, then that was a secret place for her familiar to suckle. Clearly men are terrified of women, why else would they need a panel of expert females to help find the hidden wart. Or maybe the men didn’t mind looking at the women’s breasts but not at her more private places.

4. Is the witch annoying?

What? Who decides this one? Does she get drunk and dance naked around the village? Some might call that local color. Does she come begging at the manor door? Surely powerful men had a duty to help the poor. Perhaps, if they were powerful, they were also greedy. What better way to not give alms than to out the poor beggar woman as a witch.

Why my interest in witches? Easy, the Tempest, the heroine in my book, Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf is one. Since she’s scared to touch her powers, she’s not a very good one, but then there’s the exploding cauldron to consider. Or the time an injured vampire crash landed on her carpet. Or the way her demon death spell bounced off a cluster of spider demons. All things considered, she’s probably best leaving her magic alone.

Kryssie Fortune’s Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.

Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.

Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate–and they’re not sharing.

A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.

A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?

Note: While loosely linked to the Scattered Siblings series, this book may be read as a standalone story.

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Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand-alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

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Welcome Mandy Devlin from Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor, a
new contemporary romance by Kryssie Fortune.

About Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor

Genre Contemporary Suspense
Book heat level (based on movie ratings): UK 18
Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends
and family–under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone
who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family.
She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s
finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see
is Adam–the man she loved and lost so long ago.
Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his
great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery
Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on
his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No
way would he marry a woman like her.
As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is
Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

Introducing Mandy Devlin

Age: 30
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Westhorpe Ridge, North Carolina
Profession: Teacher turned Hotelier.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Please provide a
physical description of yourself.
I’m a redhead, with a redhead’s temper. Not that I ever stay
angry long. I used to wear my hair long, but as a single mom, it’s easier to
wear it shorter. It still flies about in spiral curls. Other than that, I’m
sort of average—Average weight, Average build, but I have a redhead’s pale
skin.
Please tell us a
little about yourself.
This one is hard. I was the idiot cheerleader who ended up
pregnant with the captain of the football team’s baby. Circumstances, or more
truthfully, Adam’s wicked Great Aunt Edith—forced me to move away from my home
and my family. The last eleven years haven’t been easy, but I have a wonderful
son. I wouldn’t be without Ben now. I trained as a teacher, and even scraped
together enough cash to buy my grandmother’s hotel when she wanted to retire.
Owning Devlin’s hotel was a childhood dream, but I’m a bit fazed by how much
she’s let it go.
Who is the significant
other in your life?
Yeah right. As if I have time for romance. Once, I dreamed
of forever with Adam Devlin. We’d been dating for four years, then he dumped me
right in the middle of dance floor at our senior prom. At least I know he’s
moved on from Westhorpe Ridge now. According to his sister, he’s an army doctor
serving in the Middle East. Not that I’m keeping track or anything.
Are you book-smart, self-taught,
widely-experienced?
Book smart, I guess. I have a Math degree with a minor in
Business Studies. I’ve tried to wise up and be people smart too. I’ve been down
on my luck myself, so I help out wherever I can, but most of my life’s devoted
to raising Ben.
Do you get by, live comfortably,
live extravagantly?
Comfortably? I wish. I had a nest egg, a payoff from Adam’s
great aunt really, but I used it to get through school and put down the deposit
on Devlin’s Hotel. Things are pretty tight, but they’ll get better when I’ve
updated the hotel. The lunchroom’s keeping us afloat at the moment, and I’ve
got a small emergency fund. I really need to be making a profit by summer
though.
What is your viewpoint
on wealth?
It depends what you do with it. Two of my friends, Jazz
Stewart and Abigail Montgomery have just inherited a small fortune each. I know
they’ll use it to do good things. Edith Montgomery, though—that’s Adam’s old
bat of an aunt—used her millions to manipulate people. You wouldn’t believe the
things she threatened to do to my family when I refused to abort my baby. The
compromise was she paid me off and I left town after I signed a contract that
said I couldn’t tell anyone who my baby’s father is. Not even Adam.
If someone from your past
showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
Adam Montgomery. I guess part of my heart still belongs to
him, but you hit the nail on the head when you called him my past.
If someone from your past
showed up, who would you most NOT want it to be, and why?
Adam Montgomery. It would kill me to see him with someone
else. Now his great aunt’s dead though, I need to tell him about Ben. I’m not
sure where I start with that, but he’s going to freak out when he discovers he
has a ten-year-old son he’s never met.
What is your breaking
point?
This damned hotel. I’m pretty close to throwing in the towel
and going back to teaching. Every room needs a facelift, and I can’t afford to
get people in to do it. I mean, I love the place, and Ben’s settled in Westhorpe
Ridge now. The upside is I get more time with my son, but then I’m up at dawn
and working until midnight.

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Kryssie Fortune
writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon
into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular
werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her
contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females
who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.
Kryssie’s pet hates
are unhappy endings, and a series that ends on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all
stand alone, even when they’re part of a series. Plot always comes before sex,
but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and
explicit.

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Welcome Jazz Stewart from Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff, a
new contemporary erotic suspense.

About Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff

Title Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff
Genre Contemporary, erotic, suspense.
Book heat level (based on movie ratings): R
Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond
stranger when he spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she
discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the
authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her
future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.
Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t
forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a
spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her
leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their
hands off each other.
As Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need
all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his
speed in the water, will it be enough?

Introducing Jazz Stewart

Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Washington DC
Profession: Teacher turned baker
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Please provide a
physical description of yourself.
I’m five feet six, but I’m a bit on the skinny side, mostly
because I get wrapped up in things and forget to eat. I wear my hair long. It’s
more dark honey than flaxen, but I’m blonde. My eyes? I don’t know. Pale blue,
I suppose.
Please tell us a
little about yourself.
I grew up in more foster homes than I have fingers. A couple
were good, some were okay, but most weren’t good places for me. I learned early
on how to push people away. I have a bit of temper too, but it’s more under
control now than when I was a kid. I always hoped someone would see though my
tough front and love me. Not that my foster families ever did.
I trained as a teacher, but the school principle freaked
when my flatmate tried to involve me in a spy ring. As if I’d ever betray my
country. Then Mandy Devlin offered me a chance to open a bakery in her hotel. I
jumped at the chance
Who is the significant
other in your life?
Sean Mathews. That’s Sheriff Mathews of Westhorpe Ridge. He
trained as Seal, but when a bullet cost him his speed in the water he came home
and took over the role of sheriff in his home town. Of course, since he thought
I was a spy, he didn’t like me much at first.
How do you dress?
Jeans and T-shirt for every day. For evenings, I have this one
red dress. I was wearing it in Washington, at the spy soiree thingy and Sean
loved it. Of course, like me, he was there under false pretenses.
Are you book-smart, self-taught,
widely-experienced?
My education was as patchy as my home life. Changing schools
a bazillion times made things hard. There was this one teacher, when I was
about thirteen, who cared more about her pupils than I’d expected. She got
through to me and taught me the value of education. I buckled down and made
myself learn. I guess she’d the reason I trained as a teacher.
Do you get by, live comfortably,
live extravagantly?
I always lived hand to mouth, but then it turns out I had
this multi-millionaire great grandmother, but she was an evil old witch. She
knew I existed and left me in the foster system. What sort of woman does that
to her family? Anyway, I guess her conscience kicked in eventually. She left me
three-quarters of million dollars. Me? With more money than I can imagine. That’s
not all though. If me and my newfound second cousins marry within a year of her
death, me and Abigail, get another four get four million dollars.
Abigail’s married to a former Marine now, but he’s a bit
scary sometimes. That said, he loves her to pieces. He and my Sean rescued her
when mobsters kidnapped her, but that’s another story.
I haven’t met my other second cousin yet Adam yet, but he’s
a doctor in the Army. He’s due home at Easter. He gets the bulk of my great
grandmother’s estate – that’s about fifteen million dollars—along with
Montgomery Hall. Honestly, that’s too much money for me to imagine.
Are any of your skills
a source of pride or embarrassment, and if so, which ones and why?
I’m a great baker. One of my best foster mums taught me, but
then she got ill and social services moved me. Don’t tell Sean, but thanks to
my upbringing, I can throw a mean punch. Of course, as wife of the local
sheriff, I never would.
What is your family like?
I already said my great grandmother was witch. Abigail’s got
the kindest heart but she puts herself down too much. Mandy Devlin, the woman
who gave me a chance to start over in the bakery helped with a sort of mini
makeover. Mandy’s and her son, Ben feel like family too. I still don’t know
what I’ll make of Adam. He’s Sean’s best friend, but to me, he should have been
there for Abigail more when her great grandmother and her mother started to
gang up on. Considering the way her family treated her, I don’t how Abigail ever
found the courage to advertise for husband.
How well do you know your
neighbors?
Westhorpe Ridge is a small town with a big heart. Everybody
is welcoming and warm, Kevin Jones excepted of course. He tried to make trouble
between Sean and me but things worked out all right in the end.

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Today’s featured book is Dominated by the Dragon by Kryssie Fortune

Variations on a Dragon Myth

When is a dragon not a dragon? When it’s a chimera of course. A what?  Well, to quote Homer’s Iliad a chimera is thing of immortal make, not human, lion-fronted and snake behind, a goat in the middle, and snorting out the breath of a terrible flame of bright fire. That sounds like the world’s worst description of a dragon to me. No way would I want to meet this beast, especially if it breathed fire.
The Ancient Greeks had a hero for everything, even slaying a Chimera. Perseus killed Medusa, Theseus killed the Minotaur while Hercules killed pretty much everyone he met, including his wife and child. Bellerophon rode a flying horse, and together they killed the Chimera. The world must have been full of monsters back then.
Every culture has its own version of dragons. Perhaps the most well-known dragons ail from China. 
To the Ancient Chinese, the Dragon symbolized power and wisdom. They revered them as a symbol of power, but they needed to placate them. Since they believed dragons could control water, they thought floods occurred when a mortal upset a dragon.
I guess the moral of my story is whatever its species, you need to keep your dragon happy. The same applies to Flynn Hemsworth—hero of my book Dominated By the Dragon. He’s a former super soldier turned mercenary with a dragon demon bonded into his soul. 

About the Book

Title Dominated by the Dragon
Genre Paranormal Romance
Author Kryssie Fortune
A former super soldier turned dragon demon must choose between his soul mate and saving the world from a nuclear winter.
The British army’s nuclear testing bonded a dragon into Flynn Hemsworth’s soul. Military scientists vivisected and tortured him until he escaped two years later. Although he’s never aged, he’s been alone and on the run for almost six decades. When he prevents a naked woman from being the prize lot in a coven’s slave auction, he realizes she has an unexplored submissive streak.
Hope Mathews—a sassy blonde with killer keyboard skills—is a strong independent woman. When Flynn prevents her being sold to a demon, she discovers she enjoys spankings and light bondage.
Together Hope and Flynn must shut down a coven of black magicians, rescue kidnapped demons, and stop a black ops nuclear missile hitting the UK. Even if they manage all that, Hope’s the granddaughter of a billionaire while Flynn’s still on the run from the military who want to dissect him again. Can they find common ground and build a life together?
Reader Advisory: Contains explicit language, a virginal heroine who discovers she enjoys spanking and bondage. Add in some serious dragon demon loving, light the blue touch paper, stand back, and watch the sparks fly..

About the Author

Alpha males and their sassy mates rule in Kryssie Fortune’s books. If the hero’s a shapeshifter, then so much the better.
Werewolves prowl through her Scattered Siblings series, along with the occasional Fae and vampire.
She grew up climbing trees and playing with imaginary dragons. Kryssie still loves dragons, and if she can sneak one into her books she will.
Her pet hates are unhappy endings and books that end on a cliffhanger.
Kryssie’s books are hot and explicit but the plot always comes before the sex. Since she writes erotic romance, she guarantees a happy ending.

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Knights Vampire
by Kryssie Fortune 
The bucket list interview allows a hero or heroine to tell readers
about himself or herself. Today’s list is from Harriet Mortlake.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Leeds
Profession: Archivist
Welcome to Romance Lives
Forever. Your author introduced you. Now we’d like to get to know you better. Please
tell us about yourself.
I’m nothing much really. I’m tall, almost six foot, and sadly
about ten pounds overweight. I don’t think there isn’t a diet I haven’t tried, or
failed to stick to.
I’ve got a bit of a temper too. My dad used to hit mum, and I’ve
inherited my temper from him, I was twelve years old when I found him beating on
her in the kitchen. I was so angry that I hit him on the head with a frying pan
and dragged my mother off to a shelter. Mom’s convinced I saved her life that night,
but I’ve never lost my temper like that since. I daren’t. It scared me.
I have a first class degree in library studies. I was lucky to
land this job at Whitborough Castle straight from university. If the last two archivists
hadn’t vanished, and I could have shaken the “someone’s watching me” thing,
it would have been my dream job.
When someone dies, we
say they “kicked the bucket.” Therefore, a list of things that a person
wants to accomplish, places to go, situations to experience, and so on have become
known as a “Bucket List.” We’d like to know yours, please. If you haven’t
made one before, perhaps now would be a good time. Who knows? It might inspire another
book. While you’re at it, how about telling us about some of your other favorite
things? Here are the questions.
What are two places you
would like to visit before you die, and why?
I want to sail up the Amazon and see pink dolphins. They sound
amazing. Maybe that could my honeymoon trip.
I’d like to visit Jerusalem too and follow in the steps of the
crusaders. There’s something romantic about the Knights Templar or the Knights Hospitaller.
My personal favorites are the Knights Defender though.
Where is a place you would
never like to return, and why?
The hidden dungeon beneath Whitborough Castle. I can smell the
stale urine and feces just thinking about it.
I didn’t much like university life. I was too geeky to fit in.
Shall I tell you a secret? I got angry when my one and only boyfriend told me I
was frigid. I tossed his clothes out the window and shoved out into the dorm’s corridor
stark naked.
I suppose the worst place ever was my childhood home. Dad was
a bully who liked to make me cry.
Who is someone you would
like to meet, and why?
Can you imagine a real live knight defender let loose in the
21st century. I don’t mean some geeky re-enactor. Imagine a genuine knight with
the muscles to swing a broadsword and the courtly grace of Queen Eleanor’s courts.
Wouldn’t that be something?
Oh, did you mean someone real? I’m actually a bit of dreamer,
but maybe Julian Richards. Never heard of him? I’m geeky, but he’s the archeologist
come media presenter who did an in depth study of Stonehenge. Mum bought me his
popup book of Stonehenge before she died as a spoof gift, but it’s one of my most
treasured possessions.
Who is someone you would
like to avoid, and why?
Real or fantasy? I wouldn’t care to meet Blaxton’s wicked cousin
Rolf again. He’s got a vicious streak a mile wide. He wanted to create his own vampire
army and take over the world. Human life means nothing to him.
If you could time travel
to any date, what would it be, and what would you do there?
I’d love to go back to the 1180’s when Peter de Ferrers built
Whitborough Castle. He had three sons back then, and I’d love to meet all of them
before Cousin Rolf murdered them.
What is your birth order?
I’m not sure I understand the question. I almost answered Sagittarius
then it struck me you were asking about my family. I’m an only child, an orphan
now, and I still miss my mum.
I was born fully human. Obviously I’m different now.
Tell us about your favorite
toy as a child.
I had this teddy but my dad through it out in a fit of temper.
I never really got attached to anything else. It hurt too much. I was the kid who
lived in the library and read every book they possessed.
Describe your favorite
food and how it’s prepared.
Chocolate, chocolate, and more chocolate. A rare steak with a
mountain of freshly fried chips, fried onion rings and side salad sounds good too.
Tell us about your best
friend.
Blaxton de Ferrers. He’s my everything. We talk for hours and
never get bored. He was alone for centuries, but we’ve just discovered he has friends
in Zurich. I just love to see him smile. Oh, did I say he’s a billionaire property
developer with a philanthropic streak and a former Knight Defender?

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Book heat level (based on movie ratings): R

About the Author

I could read before I could walk – or so my mother says. I definitely
loved books, but at that stage I probably liked to look at the pictures. I do remember
a lovely old-fashioned library with parquet floors and filing cabinets with a card
index. I really loved that place.
Jump forward to my adult years. Two children and happy marriage
later, my heart valve collapsed. After a terrible prognosis and an amazing surgeon,
I’m strong and tough again. However, it was time I reached for my dream and started
to write that book I’d been going on about.
Fortunately Loose ID liked it. I’m grateful for their support.
Knights Vampire is my fifth book, and I’m really proud of it.

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Giving
it Up for the Gods 
Have you ever thought some gods are
too stupid to live? Not all of them of course. Saturn’s not bad, and his close-lipped
friend, Jase, is a stunner.
Sorry, I should introduce myself.
I’m Lindy Lou Majors, Country and Western singer and siren extraordinaire. You know
us sirens are the sexiest females on the planet, so I won’t bore you with that.
We have a bit of a history with self-seeking gods of course.
First Juno cheated us out of our birthright,
and then Neptune demanded an annual virgin sacrifice.
I mean, some gods like yucky dead stuff and have animals sacrificed in their name.
Artimis, the Goddess of the Hunt, always wanted game killed in her honor. Me, I’d
hear the game birds sing, not have their innards spread out all over the place.
The Greeks offered up pigs to their
Gods. Like to like I suppose, but they didn’t think of it like that. They even poured
water on the pigs head until it bowed, then they claimed it had nodded and agreed
to the sacrifice. Those poor pigs hadn’t a clue what they were in for.
Once someone split piggy’s throat,
his killer spread his entrails–especially his liver–out to see if the Gods accepted
the sacrifice. It gets pretty hot in Greece, so I bet they made a quick decision.
Just imagine the stench of rotting liver, beside people were usually hungry. They
couldn’t wait to dig in to the post sacrifice feast.
Each to their own I suppose, but us
sirens have this problem with Neptune. A few centuries
back, he got hit with a curse, and that wicked sorceress, Circe, saved him. Now
he’s the Greek-god version of the green man. He needs an annual sacrifice to renew
his youth. He doesn’t want meat. He wants virgin blood, and his sacrifice of choice
is a siren.
Neptune’s a kinky old sod He has his
henchmen strip his victims then tether them–legs and arms wide open–across his
altar. I mean a little light bondage can be good, but Neptune
takes things too far.
Each year the sirens draw lots to
see which unfortunate virgin he’ll screw that summer. That’s another reason why
sirens spread themselves around. Anything’s better than letting Neptune screw them. No way am I letting that stinky old man
touch me. I mean, would you?
Now me, I’m the dumb virgin that dreamed
of giving up to her one perfect man. I really wanted to find my soul mate. Then
Neptune abandoned the ballot this year and named
me for his sacrifice. I’m the clock now. I’ve got forty-eight hours to give it up,
or Neptune will take me by force. Suddenly, I’ve
got a great deal of sympathy for all those ancient Greek pigs and game birds.
So what with stupid Greeks killing
innocent animals, and stupid me keeping my legs crossed too long, you’d think we’d
cornered the all the stupid stuff. Only Neptune
wins the really big stupid prize. When he named me, he’s changed the ritual, and
that changes Circes spell. Apparently, if I’m still a virgin on midsummer’s day,
whoever screws me first gets a hit of supernatural powers. Not that it matters,
because I’m going to give it up before then.

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Not only angels fall.
Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit, the warrior god Janus
plummeted from the heights of Olympus to the depths
of the Underworld. After centuries of pain and torment, he finally clawed his way
free. He’ll never forgive the gods who condemned him, or the sirens for their part
in his downfall.
Each summer, to celebrate the Feast of Neptunealia, Neptune demands a virgin sacrifice. And his sacrifice of choice
is a siren.
Sirens are strong, sassy, and sexy.
Lindy’s siren heritage makes her fierce, lusty, and curious but
she dreams of loving one man forever. She won’t give her heart–or her virginity–to
a short lived mortal she might accidentally break in bed. When Neptune demands her as his sacrifice, she’s determined to
give her virginity to anybody except him.
Janus, or Jase as he calls himself now, rescues Lindy from Neptune’s mermen. He’s the one man she’s eager to bed. The
clock’s ticking. Lindy has forty-eight hours to seduce the siren-hating Jase and
win his heart. That or Neptune will find her and
take her against her will.

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Curse of the Fae King 
“Just call me Ishmael”
Well… actually, I prefer Kryssie Fortune, but I’m sure you
recognized the opening sentence from Moby Dick. So why am I talking about whales
when I want to tell you about my new book Curse of the Fae King? Because the story
starts in Whitby.
Still no wiser?
Let me explain. Whitby was once
one of Britain’s
biggest whaling towns. Now, thanks to its Dracula connections, it’s the Goth Capital
of the World. This quaint Yorkshire town, has a
rich history replete with Celtic princesses, dark-age church synods, Viking slavers,
and…wait for it…whalers. Meena–named after the heroine in Bram Stoker’s book
–wants to show you around.

Meena’s Whitby
Tour

Hi. I didn’t
want to love Whitby,
but when the Witch Council banished me from the otherworld, I found my spiritual
home. It’s got Goth links, and a quayside Dracula Experience, but most of all it’s
got the abbey. That’s where I first met my Leo, but back then he was all arrogance
and pride–a warrior to the core. He thought all he had to do was crook his finger
in my direction and I’d let him into my panties. He really didn’t like it when I
told him no. Okay, it was hard, since with his smooth voice, bullwhip, and rapier
he’s the sexiest thing ever.
Church Steps
Leo even thought I’d tried to poach
his newly hatched war dragon. I didn’t, of course, but the poor thing was lost and
hungry so I fed him my cheese sandwich. Is it my fault they bond with whoever feeds
them first?
Leo should have taken better care
of him in the first place. He hated the name I chose for our dragon too, but he
wanted something menacing like Dreadnought or Valiant, but my name stuck. What is
it? Not telling. You’ll have read Kryssie’s book to find out. Meanwhile, here’s
a photograph of the abbey. It’s always peaceful–and windy–up there.
After Leo left me–freaking left me
when I wanted him so badly–in the grounds, I’d no option but head off back to my
mother’s herb farm. Have you seen the Church Stairs? There’s 199 of them, but going
down’s okay. Going up’s a chore. Back in the olden days pallbearers had a specially
created resting place half way up. The locals didn’t want anyone having a heart
attack before the funeral. I know it’s flippant, but one corpse at a time please.
Leo–King Leonidas of the Fae to you–just glowered at me. Perhaps I shouldn’t have
said that.
Ship in harbor 
Anyway, the Goth shop where I used
to work is on the other bank of the river, right across the Edwardian swing bridge.
It only opens at high tide but it brings the town to a standstill. The tourists
love it. Us locals, not so much.
I dropped in at the Goth shop recently,
and they’ve still got that yappy Yorkshire terrier. I once thought that bad tempered
dog might be my familiar, but I’m really glad he’s not. So, who is? Again I’m not
telling. Leo says that’s classified information, but anyone who sees me at work
has a whopping great clue.
Apparently Maggie, the Goth shop’s
owner, has forgiven me for telling that witch wannabe that working sky clad out
on the moors was just plain dumb. How was I to know her and her giggly friends were
more exhibitionists than witches? Although, what with being naked and all–they
were more likely to get goosebumps than work magic. Those Yorkshire
moors are cold.
Maggie even offered me my old job
back, but I’ve got a new role now, and Leo makes sure I get enough rest between
working. Well, he insists we go to bed early, but that’s not the same thing at all…if
you get my drift.
That’s all my special places, but
since Kryssie started with whales, I’ll finish with
Castle ruins

whalebones.

So strong is Whitby’s
whaling tradition that the Inuit Indians gifted Whitby with a mammoth set of whalebones. One hundred
years later, in 1963 they sent a new set, along with the then Miss Alaska who ceremonially presented
them to the town. Gosh, I’ve not even started on Captain Cook, but I thought you
might like to see this scaled down version of his ship, the Endeavour.
Right, got to dash. The Elf Overlord’s
expected at the Fae court anytime soon, but he’s not in my good books right now.
Elves treat their women dreadfully, as I found out first hand. What with their lies,
deceits, and their turn-you-into-a-nymphomaniac sex potion. Later, I’ve got something
special…and very private…planned with Leo. I’m not saying what, but it involves
Lipstick.
See you later.
****
Whalebone arch
Curse of the Fae King has history, a seemingly impossible romance,
misogynistic elves, and a newly hatched dragon who is up for any mischief. Throw
in the worst carnivorous plant infestation you can imagine, a witch, a vampire–and
of course, the Fae king–and Meena’s about to learn so many secrets she can barely
keep up. And did I mention scorching hot sex? That makes it in there too.

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Acknowledgments
Thanks to Dar Albert for her sensational
cover..
Thanks to Petr Kratochvil for
the use of his public domain photo. For more of his work check out http://tinyurl.com/nhu3buq

All other photographs are by Kryssie
Fortune.
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