Friday, May 17, 2013

SUPER BOOK BLAST: CREAM BY ZENOBIA RENQUIST


Lets give a warm welcome to Zenobia Renquist as she visits us today on a L.B.O.N.  She's here today promoting her new book with Ellora's Cave, Cream.  I've also been reminded by the lovely author to tell you folks that she's going to be raffling off a $25  Gift Card from Starbucks at the end of her tour to one lucky commenter. So make sure to comment at the end of the blog for a chance to win.  With that being said...lets get to the star of our show...CREAM. :D

Dakota 


BLURB:

She’s entered a world where blood, sex, and cash rules everything around her. 

What do a four hundred-year-old vampire and a mid-level necromancer have in common? Money. Jeliyah needs it to pay off the people who trained her and Teaghan enjoys killing to get it. Together they hunt rogue vampires—assuming Teaghan can focus on something other than getting her in bed and Jeliyah doesn’t put a bullet in him first. 

The uneasy partnership promises to be lucrative until Teaghan and Jeliyah get on the wrong side of a feud. Jeliyah is forced to use forbidden magic and finds herself bound to a man she should hate—but whom she can’t stop fantasizing about. 

Every second they stay alive fuels a growing desire Jeliyah is unwilling to deny. Is it the magic? The danger? The only way to get the answers she craves is to outrun the enemy or kill them. She knows Teaghan’s preference but it’s Jeliyah who must put their mind-blowing sex aside and make the choice that will decide both their fates.

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EXCERPT:
Teaghan kicked the room door shut behind him and then laid her on the nearest bed. “At least this time you’re not glowing. Let’s not make a habit of this.” 

“I feel the same.” 

“Then again…” His gaze wandered to her breasts. 

Images of Teaghan running his hands over her breasts and teasing her nipples entered her mind. She reared up and smacked him at the same time she brought her other arm up to guard her chest. 

Teaghan didn’t react except to grin at her. “You’re flushed, necromancer. Your heart rate jumped too. My little idea get you all hot and bothered?” 

She glared at him. 

“No? How about this one?” 

A mental picture of Teaghan yanking off her panties so he could run his tongue over her clit invaded her mind. The detail was so vivid Jeliyah felt her pussy twitch in anticipation. Damn the man and this stupid mental connection. It might be one way, but she had access to his thoughts and now he wasn’t trying to hide them. “You can’t do that without an invitation.” 

“So invite me.” 

“Shouldn’t you be going to sleep? The sun is up.” 

“Sun’s got nothing to do with me.” He moved closer, planting his hands on either side of her legs and leaning into her. “Invite me.” 

Jeliyah scooted back off the bed and away from him. Once on her feet, she said, “Don’t get all cocky just because I took some of your blood, vampire. I told you that was a one-time thing and not to get ideas.” 

“Yeah, I heard you but,” he hopped the bed and crowded her against the wall, “here’s the thing. You could have gotten the same results by asking me to open a vein. A simple prick to the finger for a few drops of blood would have sufficed. You kissed me, necromancer.” 

“It was a split-second decision. Back off.” She clutched the necrome at her throat and said, “Shield.” 

Teaghan laughed as the shield expanded to include him. “Forget something important, did you? Your necromes recognize me now. I’m not a threat.” 

Shit. She’d forgotten one of the major side effects of Recognize. Her necromes—and any others made from her blood—no longer worked against Teaghan. There was no way to deactivate Recognize either, just like an invitation once given. 

She shoved at his chest but he kept leaning forward until his lips were close to hers. 

He said, “Let’s talk about that kiss.” 

“It was spur of the moment. It meant nothing.” 

“Care to test that theory?” 

“You can’t. I haven’t invited you.” 

“Kissing is the one thing I don’t need an invitation to do.” He pushed his lips against hers as he forced her hands over her head and pressed his body closer. 

Jeliyah couldn’t turn from the kiss, though she tried. This wasn’t fair. Vampires needed permission to enter a person’s body. Why didn’t that extend to kissing? And why was she giving in to his kiss?

AUTHOR BIO: 
Zenobia Renquist lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Hawaii living with her husband and two cats. 

She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she’s accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn’t have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers. 

On the few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Zenobia likes to read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or experiment with a new chain maille weave. 

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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

BOOK SPOTLIGHT AND REVIEW: Dragons Lair: The Summoning


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BLURB: 
As dragon shifters, Remy and Philippe had spent their lives searching for their perfect mate, and in Lilly Montague, they found her. But enemies from their past are threatening their happiness. Dragon law dictates that they must meet the issued challenge and face their enemies in battle. But when Lilly sees them in Dragon form, will she be able to accept them?

EXCERPT:

Lilly Montague smiled, her full lips curving upward as she savored the glide of her lover’s hand over her thigh. It had been only six months earlier that she had first met Philippe, in the very same exclusive club where they now indulged their desires. Sprawled atop him, her breasts crushed tightly against his chest and the hard ridge of his massive arousal pressed intimately into the juncture of her thighs, she savored the sensation. Still, there was something missing, or someone, more particularly. She was trying not to think about it, but her mind refused to cooperate. Lilly had two lovers in fact, two beautiful men who saw to her every whim and desire, as well as to one another’s. Rising on her elbows, she stared into Philippe’s handsome face, noting the honey-colored scruff that shadowed his firm jaw, highlighting the supple curve of his lips. 

When he met her gaze, he sighed just a bit. “Stop thinking about it.” 

Lilly’s sigh matched his. “I know he’s only been gone for a few days, but it feels like an eternity.” 

Philippe’s hand moved farther up her thigh, disappearing beneath the hem of her skirt, and encountered nothing but bare skin. “You need a distraction, cher.” 

Lilly shivered as his hand coasted over her behind, his fingertips lightly dipping into the cleft. “Don’t tell me,” she said. “Show me.” 

It was only seconds later that she felt his lips on hers, claiming, ravaging her mouth in a hot, almost brutal kiss. His left hand fisted into her hair, using the dark locks to tug her head back. The other hand continued the sensual torment, sliding over the curve of her behind, between her parted thighs, his thumb circling the tight rosette while his fingers delved between dew-slicked folds. She let out a soft moan, unable to hold it back. There were other people in the club. The bartender was stocking the coolers with beer and other refreshments, and the new waitresses were in the storage room, doing inventory to make certain that all members’ toy chests were accounted for. Lilly thought of the first time she’d been in the storage room, seeing the various and sundry items that the club’s members used for their pleasure. Remy had been with her, his hot gaze like a physical caress on her body. She hadn’t known then who she wanted more, Remy or Philippe. It had never dawned on her to imagine that she would have them both. 

“So wet, so hot for me,” he murmured, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of her throat. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, and she knew it would leave a mark. But the delicious shivers arcing through her body made it more than worthwhile. 

Remy stepped into the dimly lit interior of Dragon’s Lair, his own private domain. At the end of the hallway, entering the main room, he paused and took in the scene before him. On the far side of the room, in the private alcove reserved for the three of them, Lilly and Philippe were ravishing one another. The hot kisses, the sight of Philippe’s skilled hand pumping into the sweetness of Lilly’s cunt, had him hard instantly. He didn’t have to make a sound. Philippe looked at him over Lilly’s shoulder, and Remy felt the zing of connection between them. There was a fantasy building in his mind, a tableaux that he allowed to play out for Philippe’s benefit. It had been nearly a week since he’d had them, since he’d tasted either one of them. Other things would wait, but his passion would not. 

Moving toward them silently, he began to remove his tie and then his jacket. By the time he reached the alcove, his shirt was unbuttoned and his cock was raging. Philippe was urging Lilly on, whispering hot, erotic things to her that did not leave any of them unaffected. Her top went first, some gauzy confection that only highlighted her feminine appeal. It landed in a dainty heap on the floor, followed by her skirt. Clad only in high heels and a black lace bra, she straddled Philippe’s hips, rocking against the massive erection he sported for her. Moving behind her, Remy slid his hands over her shoulders, down to the soft globes of her breasts. He closed his fingers over her nipples, pinching them with just the amount of force she liked. She shuddered and leaned back against him. 

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she said on a dreamy sigh. 

He smiled as he claimed her mouth, tasting Philippe’s kiss on her lips. “I’m glad to be home... I’ve missed you. Both of you.”

AUTHOR BIO: 
Seraphina Donavan is a hopeless romantic with a wicked & oh-so-dirty mind! Those things, combined with her love of writing, prompted her to take the leap and transform those fantasies into written words on a page. As a curvy girl herself, Seraphina has made it a point to celebrate those women with delicious curves with her work through writing and the hot men who love them. 

She currently has 11 published books & is working on many more.. 

Living in Central Kentucky, Seraphina spends her time rescuing stray animals, working for a non-profit agency and dreaming of becoming a best-selling author. She lives in a home that has more character than working parts and enjoys spending time with her fur babies. Feel free to contact her with any questions or thoughts on your mind.. She loves connecting with her readers & hearing from anyone! 


DAKOTA'S REVIEW:
Wow....this book should've come with a warning label. Sexy dragon shifters, where nothing is taboo. I absolutely loved the dynamic set up in this book between the three characters. For a short book this one is fairly well rounded. I would've loved to see how they managed to capture Lily's attention at the beginning of their relationship but the author has done a wonderful job filling in what was sure to be a very hot courtship as Phillipe and Remy pursued and then finally claimed their dragonswan. I love the chemistry between the three and the only wish the book had been longer. 




Friday, May 3, 2013

SUPER BLAST BOOKTOUR: Nameless by Claire Kent

BLURB:
They named it anything but love.

After a failed marriage to a domineering man, Erin refuses to be controlled by anything or anyone. That includes Seth, the father of her baby—a man who was supposed to be only a one-night-stand, a man who’s used to always getting his way.

There’s a reason that Seth Thomas, a successful defense attorney, is often referred to as the Bulldozer. If something needs to happen, he makes it happen. That includes being part of his baby’s life—even if he never expected to be a father, even if Erin doesn’t really trust him.

They’ll work out an arrangement in the best interest of their baby—and if they occasionally have sex, well, that’s just an added perk—but they both agree on one thing.

What they have will never be love.

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EXCERPT:

Erin frowned. “Don’t start with that again. It was just a fluke. Not evidence of any particular talent of yours in bed.” 

“If you say so,” he said with a little smile. “You want to stay the night?” 

Erin thought about it for a minute. “Nah. It’s not late yet, so I think I’ll head back to my dad’s. I’m twenty-six, but he still worries sometimes.” 

Seth’s face changed, and a haunted expression replaced the casual amusement. 

Swallowing, Erin remembered the funeral he’d attended that day. She felt a surprising swell of tenderness rise up in her chest. 

He glanced over at her and seemed to notice her expression. Their eyes met, and they shared something in the silent gaze. 

Something abstract. Indescribable. Powerful. 

Then it was gone. 

Seth arched his eyebrows. “Then you’d better go assuage his worries.” 

Erin snorted and rolled out of the bed to collect her scattered clothes. “I can’t believe you can use the word ‘assuage’ after the night we’ve just had.” 

He grunted. 

Giggling, she started pulling on her clothes. “That’s more like it.” 

When she was fully dressed, she turned back to him. He sat on the side of the bed watching her—his expression thoughtful and guarded again, despite their light banter just moments before. 

She knew what this encounter had been for him: a temporary reprieve, an escape, an interlude not connected in any way to his real world. 

Exactly as it had been for her. 

“Take care, Seth,” she said softly. 

“Thanks. You too.” 

There was nothing else to say. She felt a tiny clench in her belly. 

But she and Seth shared nothing but a night of great sex, and there was no use in pretending that they did.

Don't forget about the giveaway!

Claire will be awarding a $50 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour 


AUTHOR BIO:

Claire has been writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British literature and, when she's not writing, she teaches English at the university level. 

She also writes contemporary romance under the penname Noelle Adams.

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Thursday, May 2, 2013

Review of Deadly Relations - Book Three by Alexa Grace

BLURB: 
In Deadly Relations, a serial killer of young women hides in plain sight in a quiet county in the Midwest. He hides behind a friendly face that inspires trust, a personality that is charming and persuasive — and has a rage to kill he can't control. Detective Jennifer Brennan, still haunted by her abduction five years before, devotes her life to serve and protect others. So when three young women go missing and are found murdered on her watch, she vows to find the killer — or die trying. A personal relationship with her partner, Detective Blake Stone, would be violating the strictest of the department's unspoken rules and career suicide, especially since she is the sheriff's daughter. But the connection Jennifer has with her partner, Blake Stone, is nothing short of electric. Working with him daily and denying her attraction is hard. But when he moves in to protect her, it becomes unbearable. As they fight temptation, two detectives race against time to find the killer before he strikes again. It is the most important case of their careers. It could be their last.

EXCERPT: 


Catherine Thomas awoke from a drugged sleep with every bone in her body aflame. Breathing in and out triggered a torturous throbbing in her head. 

She wanted her mom. Though in her early twenties, Catherine had always needed her mother most when she felt ill. Though she rarely got sick, she knew something was very wrong. 

She shivered as the cold seeped into her consciousness. Why was she freezing? Where were her blankets? Catherine tried to move her legs but they seemed frozen in place. She attempted to stretch her arms, but couldn’t. Her eyelids felt heavy and swollen and she feared the pain that would accompany opening her eyes to the light. But she had to find her mom. Catherine slowly opened her eyes to inky blackness. Was it night time? Her facial muscles flexed involuntarily and she realized something was tied around her eyes. It was then she remembered. 

She and Nicholas had had another fight. This one was a doozy, and she’d slapped him, leaving an ugly red mark across his jaw. Though he hadn’t admitted it, she knew he was seeing someone else. He’d been distant and his usual insatiable desire for sex had diminished so much it was practically nonexistent. There was someone else, and he didn’t have the balls to tell her. 

Consumed with anger, Catherine had rushed out of his house and drove home to change clothes to go for a run. Running had become her salvation. She ran when she needed to think or to drive away her demons. 

She’d changed into her running clothes and was pocketing her keys and cell phone when her dad appeared in the hallway. Catherine remembered smiling at him. For a second, she’d been tempted to throw herself into his arms for one of his special bear hugs. But, instead she’d hurried to her car so she could make the most of the remaining light of day. 

Catherine’s original plan was to run at the high school track like she usually did, but once she got there and saw the number of people running, she’d changed her mind. She’d needed some alone time, so she’d backed her Honda Civic out of the lot and headed toward Deer Run State Park ten miles away. If she hurried, she could get her exercise done before the park closed at nightfall. She’d feel better about her fight with Nicholas. Running made her feel better about everything. 

Once inside the park, Catherine had studied a sign that listed each trail and the degree of ruggedness. She’d chosen trail number ten, which was advertised as moderately rugged and would give her a good workout. Maneuvering between several groups of people leaving the park, she’d reached her trail and started out in a jog on the narrow, dirt path. Catherine noticed few people on the trail, and that was fine with her. She valued her alone time and concentrated on the exercise. 

Catherine hadn’t gone far when she reached a wooden platform built over a deep ravine. Peering over the railing, she saw the river surging below and a deer drinking on its bank. She continued down the trail, alternating between jogging and walking, depending on the terrain. It was unseasonably warm for March, and the scent of the tall pine trees and ferns filled her senses. Catherine was calming. With or without Nicholas, she was going to be okay. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for. Who needed Nicholas? She’d go to the Police Academy in eleven months and start the career of which she’d always dreamed. 

Catherine slipped as she made the descent to what the park labeled as the “Ice Cave.” She slid a few feet on her bottom, but was able to stop herself by grabbing a sapling. Pulling herself up, she assessed her injuries to be just some scratches and scrapes on the back of her legs. 

Her senses went on alert. Catherine felt as if someone were watching her, but when her eyes scanned the wooded area, she saw nothing. She continued on the path down the hill. 

Once she’d reached the sandy bottom, she stood before the Ice Cave. A twig snapped. Spinning around, trying to spot any danger, she heard the crackling of dry undergrowth with each step as someone approached nearby. Was someone following her? Catherine launched herself into the next section of the trail, cursing herself for being so angry with Nicholas that she lost all thoughts of personal safety. When she hiked, she always had her small stun gun and a pocket knife with her. Sticking her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants, she felt only her cell phone and keys. She turned her cell phone on only to find there was no signal. Damn. She turned if off again and shoved it back in her pocket. 

Catherine pushed on as the path wound around a steep hill. On one side of her was a thick forest of trees and vegetation, on the other was a slope that led to the rushing creek below. She stopped frequently to look back, but saw nothing. Figuring she was at the half-way point of the trail, she pushed forward and prayed she’d make good time getting to the end. 

The sun was waning in the horizon in hues of orange, pink and red. Daylight was running out, and she quickened her pace as she brushed a spider’s web from her face. The crunch of brittle leaves and twigs behind her continued, but each time she searched the thicket of woods, she saw dark shadows sheathing the trees as the light diminished — but no humans in sight. 

Turning a bend, Catherine lost her footing again and tumbled down the descent of the dirt path. She crashed face-down to the bottom of the slope, knocking the wind out of her. She lay on her stomach for a short while as she sucked in air to fill her lungs. 

Catherine felt him nearby, rather than saw him. She rolled over and looked up at him. She recognized him. Thank God. She’d seen him at the cafe. Catherine smiled at him as he offered his hand to help her up. Grasping his hand, she pulled herself up and was about to thank him for his help when he swung her around, slamming her body against his, gripping her in place with his left arm locked around her neck. Catherine’s eyes widened in terror as she noticed the hypodermic needle in his right hand. An explosion of pain rocked throughout her body. Her world went to black as he plunged it in her neck. 

Her heart slammed against her ribs with the memory. Where was she? She tried to move her arms and legs again, but it was impossible. The effort to move caused the structure she was lying on to creak and rock. Catherine moved her fingers to scratch at the surface and realized she was secured on a long, wooden table. He had her strapped to a wooden table, with a dark blindfold stretched across her eyes! She couldn’t move. She couldn’t see. What was he going to do to her? A primal scream started in the depths of her chest and rushed through her throat until she discovered her mouth had been sealed shut with tape, muffling the scream into a moan. 


ABOUT the AUTHOR
Alexa's journey started in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she'd held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her childhood dream of writing books. Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels.

She was recently named one of the top 100 indie authors by Kindle Review. A chapter is devoted to her in the book Interviews with Indie Authors by C. Ridgway and T. Ridgway.

Her book Deadly Offerings is Book One of her Deadly Trilogy. The second book of the trilogy, Deadly Deception is available as is Deadly Relations, the final book of the Deadly Trilogy.

Deadly Holiday is her holiday-themed romantic suspense book. If you liked the books of The Deadly Trilogy: Deadly Offerings, Deadly Deception and Deadly Relations, you'll LOVE this nail-biting, holiday-themed novella where the characters return to search for a lost boy, fight breast cancer, deal with the personal financial impact of a bad economy, and seek a Christmas miracle.

Profile of Evil, the first book of her Profile Trilogy will be available in spring 2013.

Alexa earned two degrees from Indiana State University and currently lives in Florida. She's a member of Romance Writers of America (national) as well as the Florida Chapter. Her writing support team includes five Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues. As a writer, she is fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and emails from readers.

You can visit her at - http://www.alexa-grace.net/

Friend her on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAlexaGrace

Follow her on Twitter - @AlexaGrace2

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DAKOTA'S REVIEW: 

I loved reading the conclusion of this trilogy. Just as the first two books in this series, the plot took center stage as Jennifer and Blake hunted down a serial killer.  I loved the fast paced action of this book, even as our hero/heroine attempted to resist the chemistry brewing between them.  It was great to also revisit old characters in this book, like Jennifer's father - the sheriff, but more importantly I was happy to see Jennifer thriving after what had occurred to her in the last book.  (but I'm not going to spill on that count. You'll have to read Deadly Deception for that.)  All in all, I'd say this book was a great follow up to the second and greatly enjoyed reading it - so much that I read it in one sitting. Kudos Ms. Grace :D 



©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Review of Deadly Deception - Book Two- by Alexa Grace

BLURB:
In Deadly Deception, the second book of the Deadly Trilogy, enter the disturbing world of illegal adoptions, baby trafficking and murder with new detective Lane Hansen and private investigator Frankie Douglas.

Lane Hansen has a problem. He needs a woman to portray his wife in an undercover operation and the only females on his team are either very pregnant or built like linebackers. Then he remembers gorgeous P.I. Frankie Douglas -- a woman who could take his breath away by her beauty and take him down in 2.5 seconds. Unfortunately, she's the same woman he treated like a one night stand six months before.

Frankie Douglas has a problem. She wants to rid the world of one baby trafficking killer. The only way to do that is to partner with Lane Hanson, the man who hurt her by disappearing from her life after a night of mind-blowing sex.

They've been warned! Getting personally involved with a partner can put cases and lives at risk. Going undercover as husband and wife, Lane and Frankie struggle to keep their relationship strictly professional as their sizzling passion threatens to burn out of control.

EXCERPT: 

 “Lane, I know you’re ready to do undercover work, but with this case I need two cops who can pose as a married couple.  Unfortunately, we’ve got three women on the team. One is built like a linebacker and the other two are pregnant."
“Sir, for this case, why don’t we go outside the department?  I know a Private Investigator who can handle herself on a job like this."
Newly appointed Sheriff Tim Brennan’s brows drew together in a suspicious expression.  “What’s the PI’s name?”
“Frankie Douglas.  I worked with her last year on the Charles Beatty serial killer case.  She’s a former sharpshooter for the Army.”
“Is this the same Frankie Douglas you shot?”
Lane’s face flushed with the guilt he still felt about the shooting.   “Yes, sir.  It was an accident.  We were heading down the stairs of Beatty’s cellar to apprehend him when one of the steps gave way and when I fell my gun went off and hit Frankie.”
“Has Frankie Douglas done police work before?”
“I heard she’s a former detective.”
“I think I’ve heard about her.  Isn’t she a pretty tall blonde woman?”
“Oh, she’s smokin’ hot.  Think Victoria Secret hot.”
“Is that right?  Do you have a personal thing going with Ms. Douglas?”
“No sir.  Strictly professional.”  Of course, if he’d had a chance, he’d have made in personal in 2.5 seconds.
Brennan glared at Lane then picked up his phone and dialed a number.  “Hello, Frankie, this is Uncle Tim.  I may have a job for you. Would you please drop by my office?”


ABOUT the AUTHOR
Alexa's journey started in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she'd held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her childhood dream of writing books. Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels.

She was recently named one of the top 100 indie authors by Kindle Review. A chapter is devoted to her in the book Interviews with Indie Authors by C. Ridgway and T. Ridgway.

Her book Deadly Offerings is Book One of her Deadly Trilogy. The second book of the trilogy, Deadly Deception is available as is Deadly Relations, the final book of the Deadly Trilogy.

Deadly Holiday is her holiday-themed romantic suspense book. If you liked the books of The Deadly Trilogy: Deadly Offerings, Deadly Deception and Deadly Relations, you'll LOVE this nail-biting, holiday-themed novella where the characters return to search for a lost boy, fight breast cancer, deal with the personal financial impact of a bad economy, and seek a Christmas miracle.

Profile of Evil, the first book of her Profile Trilogy will be available in spring 2013.

Alexa earned two degrees from Indiana State University and currently lives in Florida. She's a member of Romance Writers of America (national) as well as the Florida Chapter. Her writing support team includes five Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues. As a writer, she is fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and emails from readers.

You can visit her at - http://www.alexa-grace.net/

Friend her on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAlexaGrace

Follow her on Twitter - @AlexaGrace2

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DAKOTA'S REVIEW:  
Of course after reading the first book in this series, I was thrilled to get my hands on the second one.  In this book we get to see more of the feisty P.I. Frankie Douglas and of course the mouth watering Deputy Sheriff, Lane Douglas.  I loved the interaction and chemistry between these two since the first book.  Frankie is a character you just love to cheer on as she not only confuses the crap out of Lane but also keeps him on his toes.  But of course this book isn't all about the developing relationship between Frankie and her hunk of man but also has a very in-depth plot revolving around a series of murders and baby trafficking.  Needless to say I won't spoil the ending, but I will tell you however it will keep you guessing right up to the end if, Frankie and Lane get their man and save Frankie's cousin. (oops sorry, I let that slip.) That's your one freebie.  If you want to know more...go buy the book. I promise you won't be disappointed. 



©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.