Book Blitz & Excerpt: Frozen by Lies + Giveaway

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Frozen by Lies
by Martha Sweeney
(Sleigh Riders, #1)
Publication date: December 6th 2022
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

BESTSELLING author Martha Sweeney presents her first paranormal romance/fantasy series (Sleigh Riders) that features bikers, swearing, spiked hot chocolate, magic, innuendos and so much more.

The bitter fault of one caused the magic from within to wither and die.

A feud has ensued for many generations, leaving most from both the Frost Clan and the Klaus Clan unaware of its origin. What happens when Noelle Frost and Nikolaus Klaus find themselves drawn to each other? Will their worlds collide, destroying everything in their wake? Or, do they have the power to bridge the ancient chasm and restore balance to the world?

This is NOT your average holiday story and NOT for the faint of heart.

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“He is gorgeous!” Hope squeals from behind Noelle.

Spinning around sharply, she replies, “He’s okay.”

“Okay?” Hope balks.  “You were practically drooling over him.”

“I was not.”  Noelle scoffs, moving toward the sidewalk.

“It’s okay.  He was doing the same with you,” she giggles.  “Now, I know why your family was being odd.”

“They’re odd whenever a guy talks to me,” Noelle reminds.

Hope takes a sip of her drink and shakes her head.  “Not if they know who he is.”

Noelle’s brows furrow.  “What do you mean?”  She looks back in the direction of Nikolaus’ departure.

“You’re from a biker community,” Hope scoffs.  “How do you not know?”

“Know what?” Noelle sips her eggnog, inspecting the cup a second later.  “This isn’t too bad.  I could probably do a mix with this and my hot chocolate.”

“That would be a fun experiment,” Hope agrees.  “We can try it tonight if you’d like.”  She consumes more of her drink, then adds, “The Sleighers…as in the Sleigh Riders.”

Noelle’s becomes slack jaw as her steps come to a halt, staring dumbfoundedly at her friend.  She’s heard whispers of the Sleighers from her cousins, but didn’t believe them.  She always thought that they were a made-up nemesis to make her cousins and the Blades seem like bigger men.

“You okay?” Hope asks when she realizes that Noelle is no longer by her side.

“Are you shitting me?” she mutters.

“Nope.   It was obvious.”


Hope giggles.  “You didn’t see the emblem on his jacket?”

Noelle tries to remember if he was wearing a jacket just now and the other night.

“Of course you didn’t,” Hope muses.  “Silly me.”


“You were too busy ogling him to notice,” she declares.

“I wasn’t ogling him.”

“Yeah…you were.  You two were practically making out.”

“We didn’t touch,” Noelle reminds.

“Didn’t need too,” Hope states.  “It was all in both your eyes.”

Noelle shakes her head, trying to map out everything that has happened since the other night.  “Are you sure?”

“You both were smitten.”

“No.”  Noelle huffs.  “I’m talking about him being a Sleigher.”

“Yep.  Why?”

Noelle looks back over her shoulder.  “That can’t be.”

“Why not?”

“He wasn’t on a bike,” Noelle states.  “He was driving a truck.”

“He said he was heading back to Alyona,” Hope reminds.  “Exactly where the Sleighers are from.”

Noelle lets out a nervous giggle, shocked and amused by the revelation.

“So, what did you two talk about?” Hope pries as they make their way back to the house.

“Nothing,” Noelle lies.

“That didn’t seem like nothing,” Hope states.  “But, then again, you two were ogling each other quiet a bit.”

Noelle lets out a heavy breath.

“It would be poetic and…ironic,” Hope declares.

“What would?”

“Ironic…maybe…but, I’m sure there’s a better word for the situation,” Hope says more to herself.

“What are you talking about?”

“You two meeting and falling in love,” Hope coos.

“We aren’t in love,” Noelle counters.  “I don’t know the guy.”

With a singsongy tone, Hope hums, “Odder things have happened.”

“You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Nope,” she says cheerfully.  “I’ve never seen you look at a guy like that before.”

“How did I look at him?”

Hope grins and snips her drink.  “Like a woman in love.”

“I’m not in love!”

“Well…at least some lust,” Hope snickers.  “I thought, for a second, you two were going to do more than make out.”

Noelle rolls her eyes.  “Just don’t ever say anything to anyone in my family.”

“Who am I going to tell?” she replies.

“I’m serious, Hope.”

“So, you are smitten.”

“No,” Noelle denies.  “I just don’t want the drama.  There’s always plenty of that with my family…more so this time of the year.”

“It’ll make a great story for the kids and grandkids,” Hope muses.

“Fuck,” Noelle huffs.

“I’m just messing with you,” Hope claims.

Noelle shakes her head.

“Do you think he has a cute brother or cousin?”

Noelle laughs hard enough that it almost brings a tear to her eye.  Hope watches her, perplexed by what was said to make her react in such a way.

“What about Josiah?”

Hope shrugs.  “Maybe a Sleigher is the best way to lure him out and get him to finally ask me out.”

“Or, maybe you’ll fall for your own Sleigher,” Noelle goads.

Hope considers the option.  “I’m open to love wherever it may be.  I’m twenty-five and need more in my life.”

Noelle snickers.  “If you married a Sleighers, and the whispers are true, then we wouldn’t be able to be friends.  You know that, right?”

“What are you talking about?” she asks.

“Blades and Sleighers are rivals.”

Hope abruptly stops walking.  “That’s not funny.”

Author Bio:

Martha Sweeney is a BESTSELLING author who writes in a variety of genres: romance (contemporary, romcom, suspense, paranormal and historical), suspense, fantasy, thriller, coloring books, and soon, science fiction. She strives to push herself as a storyteller with each new tale and hopes to push her readers outside of their comfort zone whether it be genre or the stories themselves.

With a B.S. in Psychology, Martha utilizes her knowledge of human and animal behavior successfully in the business world and in her writing to present realistic characters and situations. She’s been creative since she was little, always drawing, coloring or making crafts, so her venture into being an author was a natural transition.

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Series Blitz: The Monster’s of Saint Mark’s, JA Huss

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JA Huss writing as KC Cross
Publication date: December 6th 2022
Genres: Paranormal Monster Romance

THE MONSTERS OF SAINT MARK’S is a fun paranormal monster romance series about a girl named Pie who accidentally stumbles into a monster’s 2000-year-old curse only to find she’s exactly where she’s supposed to be.


When I answered an ad for a caretaker at Saint Mark’s Sanctuary I thought I’d be dusting chandeliers and polishing floors. I didn’t expect to be tricked into a curse, going in debt to a monster, and being forced to take a self-paced “Let’s Learn Magic” course so I can fix a two-thousand-year-old problem.

And that monster?
Not your ordinary, everyday beast.
He has hooves, and horns, and fur on his legs.
But ya know where he doesn’t have fur?
Yep. There.
Which is fine.
Except he doesn’t wear pants.

Nothing at Saint Mark’s is exactly what it seems.
The entire inside is magic, the hallways upstairs are nothing but parties from the past, and the super-hot guy who lives in the dungeon?
Not human.

My name is Pie and all I want is to be a normal girl with an average life.
I refuse to get stuck in this curse.
I refuse to learn magic to break it.
And there is no way in hell I will fall in love with a monster.


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Author Bio:

JA Huss is a New York Times Bestselling author and has been on the USA Today Bestseller’s list 21 times. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings. Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world. Her book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively. Her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017. Her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Her book, Total Exposure, was nominated for a RITA Award in 2019.

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Book Blitz & Excerpt: Moon Tamed +Giveaway

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Moon Tamed
by Audrey Greene
Publication date: December 6th 2022
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Coraline Patten enjoys nothing more than facing new challenges, but when she’s asked to evaluate Moonriver’s ruling faction, she worries she’s bitten off more than she can chew.

Allasandro Stephans has reigned since she’d been a child, unwavering in his dedication to Moonriver. His heir, Calden, has supported him every step of the way. Together, the shapeshifting widower and his son appear to be the perfect men for the job of preserving and protecting their home.

When Moonriver’s heir asks her to free his father from the burden of leadership, Coraline is determined to do what is best for her people, even if it costs her the love of her life.

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Sila snickered. “With that comment, you just guaranteed your selection. That is what normal people call testing their luck. Have you worked for the Hunters before?”

“No.” With Sila, short and to the point worked the best. If I gave her a single opening, she would talk me to death and force me to regret my decision to be her friend.

Sila meant well, however, even when she drove me mad.

My friend rubbed her hands together. “They’re pretty nice to work for. While most of them are predatory shifters, they’re respectful of time and energy. It helps they can smell fatigue and frustration, and they understand a happy worker is a better worker. They stop problems before they become problems as a general rule. The male temps get the short straw—they get into pissing contests with the Hunters. Us women? We already know how to avoid the pissing contests. We win when we don’t play the game.”

When Sita started spouting sexist nonsense, it often sourced from a bad night with her latest suitor. “Did you have a bad date last night?”

“It was horrible. Who knew a Legacy researcher could be so clueless? I educated him, but there won’t be a second date. He was so dry I thought about asking him to do my laundry.”

The few times I’d dated a Legacy member, I’d emerged better educated but lacking in the basic relationship department. Members of Legacy lived for the pursuit of old knowledge. Intellectual company appealed, but I also longed for the other facets of a good relationship, including physical affection, sweet nothings, and someone I could be near in safety and comfort.

Still, Legacy members could be taught, and I’d met more than a few who were kind to a fault but oblivious. “Maybe you should give him a second try, Sila. You bothered to educate him. Why not benefit from your tutoring. Is he nice?”

“He is disturbingly nice,” she complained.

Well, some problems had simple solutions. “Teach him to get a little rough with you, then.”

“I might. He texted me this morning. I replied that I was getting my work assignment. You think I should try him again?”

“He’s nice and can be taught, Sila. Find out if he cooks and cleans. If so, he might be the perfect man.”

“You make a good point.” Sila sighed, dug out her phone, and tapped at the screen. “There. I told him that, assignment allowing, I’m free most nights this week if he’d like to get together. This might be for the best. I was about to hit up someone from Moonward.”

I winced. Of Moonriver’s factions, Moonward attracted the most ambitious men and women with an interest in magic. Witches made up most of the membership, but they accepted all types. “Dangerous dates are not wise, Sila.”

“I’m looking for love. That is dangerous.”

No kidding. Before I could reply, our manager rang his little silver bell so he could deliver the news—and reveal who would assist the Hunters. “I’ll keep this as short as possible, as we have a busy day. I already drew the name for the Hunter contract while you gossips talked up a storm.”

When Almon Friarin went the route of serious efficiency, we had a higher number of requests than normal.

“Today is going to be fun,” Sila predicted.

I huffed and refrained from cursing. “Sure. It’s going to be about as fun as a lobotomy.”

Before I could further embarrass myself, our boss said, “Line up for your assignment. You’ll just have to accept I won’t be turning our job into a circus today. Maybe tomorrow. The Hunters of Moonriver have asked for discretion.”

“Well, this sucks,” Sila muttered. “He lured us all here so nobody would skip out on a crazy day.”

“You’re probably right.” My fellow co-workers queued up to receive their assignments, and I joined the line, dragging Sila with me. “Be grateful it’s not a parade. Or worse, a positive reinforcement day.”

“Good point. There is only so much public praise I can handle a year. A ten-minute lecture on how good I am at following basic instructions would break me today.” Sila made a show of shuddering. “Last time, one of the clients had sent him a photo of my work along with praise. I almost perished.”

I knew of one way to derail my friend before she delved deeper into the dark waters of her self-inflicted stress. “Did you get a raise?”

“Ten cents an hour for accomplishing perfection.”

Well, that backfired in a painful fashion. “I’ve never gotten a raise for perfection,” I informed her.

“I asked for it. Did you?”

The next time I got pulled into our boss’s office, I would make a point of asking. “Did the ten cents an hour actually help your budget?”

One of the distinct disadvantages of remaining unaffiliated was our pay; the factions made a point of paying their members competitive rates for their work. Migrant workers made up the majority of the unaffiliated, although holdouts like me existed.

I accepted lower pay and less say in the governing of Moonriver in exchange for flexibility and freedom.

“Every penny counts, except when it doesn’t.” Sila shrugged.

Author Bio:

Audrey Greene writes sweet paranormal and urban fantasy splashed with some romance and hints of science fiction. She lives in California, loves going to the beach, and appreciates taking the time to smell the roses.

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