New Release: Feel the Heat Charity Anthology from IRC

Congratulations to the IRC on the release of their charity anthology Feel the Heat!

Feel the Heat Box-Set [Kindle Edition]

A collection of hot romance stories from the indie community presented by IRC. Everything from sweet to kinky is presented with a 3+ heat rating.

All proceeds will be donated to Proverbs 12:10 Animal Rescue. 

All books below are pre-published with the exception of A Touch of Frost -S.E. Smith. 

Included: 
Saving Chloe (The Beaumont Trilogy, #1) -Regina Frame 
Caressed by Moonlight (Rulers of Darkness, #1)* -Amanda J. Greene 

In the Light of the Moon (Dark War Chronicles #1) -A.L. Kessler 
Beauty and the Highlander (Moriag Series #1)- Hildie McQueen 
What the Body Needs -Laura Oliva Tequila Sunrise (Cocktail Cruise Novella #1) - Allie Boniface*  
Play with Me at Noon- Red Phoenix 
Invitation to a Vampire - Beverly Rae* 
A Touch of Frost (Magic, New Mexico #1) -S.E. Smith 
Savior (Impossible #2) -Julia Sykes 
Close Liaisons (The Krinar Chronicles #1) - Anna Zaries 

* Devil in the Details Editing Services

What is IRC? The indie romance convention is a celebration of the culture and fantastic talent that has emerged as a result of the independent writer’s revolution. We hope to highlight, educate, introduce, inspire and entertain people interested in the entrepreneurs that have made indie publishing such a success. It is not just writers we hope to spotlight, but also those who help them to achieve their goals such as bloggers, reviewers, cover artists, editors and of course, the most important of all, readers. Come celebrate IRC 2014 with us.

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New Release: Night's Deep Hush (Reveler #4) by Erin Kellison

Congratulations to Erin Kellison on the release of her PNR Night's Deep Hush (Reveler #4)!

Dreaming turns dangerous... 

Malcolm Rook and Jordan Lane are on the run from powerful forces that seek their deaths. But they are discovered by someone from Rook's dark past. Under no circumstances will Rook allow this criminal to learn how talented Jordan is in the world Darkside. Instead, Rook succumbs so that she has a chance to survive.

Rook has been abducted and Jordan assumes the worst. She's fallen for him and will do anything to get him back. Alone on the streets, she concocts a plan that will take her into the black market of dreams to find help. An unlikely ally comes to her aid, and together they search and fight...one for love, the other for vengeance.

Night's Deep Hush is the fourth installment in the Reveler serial, a hot paranormal romance set in a world where shared dreaming is a new pop culture phenomenon that allows people to indulge their wildest fantasies. But there are also unknown dangers Darkside; nightmares are slowly infiltrating not only dreams, but the waking world as well.

Revel with me.

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Excerpt from NIGHT'S DEEP HUSH (Reveler 4)

Malcolm Rook was just putting on his boots when a pop in his awareness blackened his vision for a second. He double—no, triple—blinked and shook his head to clear the residual fuzz that followed it. Then a cold sweat broke his skin. The pop was familiar, though it had been years. It was a signal—not quite a mental push but more like a flick to the skull.

Chuck had found him. Of all people, it would be Chuck.

“You okay?” Jordan adjusted the knit beanie on her head. She’d already put on her jacket to go out in the cold. Her brown hair was back in a ponytail. Face clear. Eyes narrow, reading him.

Rook had known that someone would find him eventually, tapping as he was into the old network. Staying under the radar—no credit, moving invisibly, leaving no trail—cost something, but it wasn’t a currency recognized by any bank.

“I’m good.” But his mind raced. He preferred if Jordan wasn’t present for the first meeting with Chuck, not until he’d had a chance to gauge the tone, the welcome. See what Chuck would demand for the protection of his silence. “But, um…” How to get her to go without her being suspicious? Never mind. She was too damn smart. She’d be suspicious regardless. “Do you mind going to pick up the food on your own?”

He’d kept her close since they’d fled Las Vegas and what they’d discovered there, always looking over their shoulders for the long reach of Chimera and the corruption associated within it.

Jordan lifted a brow. “You feeling all right?”

“Dizzy.” He was fine now, but that had been the truth thirty seconds ago.

She smiled sly and sexy. “Tired you out, did I?”

Screw Chuck and the food. “Come here and we’ll see.”

“Nope.” She laughed. “I just got dressed, and I want lo mein.” She peeled a twenty from their dwindling wad of cash. “You rest up. I’ll get the grub, and then maybe”—her voice went mock husky—“after I’ve taken your temperature…” She waggled her eyebrows.

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Erin Kellison is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of the Shadow series and Shadow Kissed series, which share the same world, where dark fantasy meets modern fairy tale. Delve into dreamscapes in her new Reveler series, releasing Summer 2014.

New Release: Now You See Me by Maggie Collins

Congratulations to Maggie Collins on the release of her romantic suspense Now You See Me.

Now You See Me
by Maggie CollinsPaperback, 352 pages
Published June 5th 2014

Witnessing a jewel heist was the last thing rising, Miami news anchor, Tori Claremont expected while away on a much needed vacation in New York City. What she also wasn’t expecting, was to meet Jack Grady, a sexy stranger whose heated kisses she can’t seem to forget.
Traveling the world and tracking down jewel thieves has left Jack Grady with little interest and no time for any serious relationships. But all that changes when Tori Claremont, a blonde stunner with a million dollar smile, walks into his life and his latest case.
But Tori and Grady’s growing passion unexpectedly hits the pause button when their work take Grady half way across the globe and Tori back home to Miami, where she finds herself in the middle of a twisted and deadly plot orchestrated by one of the thieves. Instead of running for cover, Tori jumps right in to the scheme, ready to uncover the mastermind behind the heist, while getting the scoop of her career.
But these bad guys are playing for keeps. And it looks like nothing or no one will stand in their way. That is until Grady shows up, determined to save the woman he loves.

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Maggie works in the financial services industry. An avid reader of romantic suspense for years, she is now the author of DEADLY SHADOWS and ONE STEP CLOSER, and BE STILL MY BREATH which are all available on Amazon.com. She is a wife, busy mom of three teens and lives in the beautiful Hudson Valley in New York.

New Release: Karma by Donna Augustine

Congratulations to Donna Augustine on the release of Karma the first book in her new urban fantasy series.

Karma
by Donna Augustine
People say karma's a...well, you know. Personally, I don't think I'm that bad. It's not like I wanted this job. I wasn't even in my right mind when I accepted the position.

Now, I'm surrounded by crazy coworkers like Lady Luck, who's a bit of a tramp, and Murphy's Law, who's a bumbling oaf. But the worst is Fate. He's got a problem with transfers, like myself, and I have to see him constantly. It's unavoidable, since we're hunting the same man, my murderer.

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Excerpt

“No. Just you. Everyone has their own department. You are Karma.” He pointed toward me dramatically, the way someone would try and accent a meaning to a person who didn't know the language. 

“I'm not sure I'm adequately suited for this position. Even for a month. I'm more of a “bygones be bygones” kind of person. Don't you need someone a bit more vengeful?”

He looked down at the file spread on his desk. “I would disagree. Your file said you would be an excellent candidate.”

“May I see that?” I asked, eying up said file on his desk. How much did Harold know about me? Everything? That was an uneasy feeling. Even the best of us had our secrets and even though I considered myself a decent human being, I didn't think I fell into the saintly category. 

The file didn't look big enough for my entire life to be in it. It didn't even look thick enough for a short story. Maybe just a highly edited Wiki version? 

“No, absolutely not.” He shut the Manila folder quickly, as if I were going to jump up and try to peek. The guy took neurotic to a whole other level.

Okay, the file wasn't that important. I needed to keep the peace and simply explain in better detail how I'd made an error in judgment. Be nice. My southern mother had always said you caught more bees with honey than vinegar. She had tried to drill it into my head since I was a small child. It wasn't something I'd come naturally to, that was for sure, but it was a valid tactic, even if that wasn't the lesson my mother had meant to instill.

“Harold, when I agreed to work for you, I was under the duress of seeing my dead body. You can understand how jarring that can be, right? I wasn't thinking clearly at all.” It sounded logical enough to me, but I wasn't sure if he'd ever had the pleasure of dying and his manner didn't scream naturally empathetic. 

He cleared his throat and I could tell by the set of his mouth that I wouldn't like the next words. “I'm sorry, but that's not how things work here. Like I told you, there’s a mandatory one-month trial period. An active one-month.” 

He leaned back in his chair and pushed his glasses up closer to his face. His almost black eyes, artificially enlarged from the lens, stared at me in a bit of an awkward way. I wasn't sure if there was a bite to follow up his bark but his magnified beady gaze sure made the situation less than desirable. 

Still, beady gaze and all, I had to try one last time. Perhaps a different angle. Regardless of my record, he clearly thought I was an idiot; maybe that was the way to go. I had no problem playing a stooge if it got me out of here quickly.

“As you stated, I'm a transfer. You really don't want me. I'm a horribly slow learner. The mistakes I've made in my life, geesh, you'd squirm if you knew.” I twirled a finger in my hair for effect and wished I had some chewing gum to smack. 

“Yes, I'm well aware.” 

He was? Hey, wait a minute; I didn't think I'd done too badly for myself. What were these jerks writing about me in that file? 

“Fate will help you with that.”

And just like that, I had bigger problems. I wasn't just stuck here; I was stuck with him. “The guy who helped me so far?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“It has to be him.” Harold threw his hands in the air, as if why am I bothering him? Not his orders.

“Then I'll work alone.”

I'd be clueless but peaceful. There was something wrong about that guy. There was something too bossy or too intense. I couldn't even describe exactly what it was about him that was too much, but it was.

Even the brief moment I'd actually been in my right mind around him, it was as if his presence exerted some sort of gravitational pull, stronger than a normal person’s. As if his intensity could throw me out of orbit. And I didn't want to go out of orbit. I had enough things to handle besides ping ponging around.

“Non-negotiable. I've got orders.” Harold folded his hands and rested them atop his desk, littered with paper.

“From who exactly?” 

“The universe.” His chin notched up a hair.

“Would it be possible to speak to this universe person? I'm sure they'll understand that there is a personality conflict.” It was time to bump my complaint to upper management.

“No one speaks to the universe.” 

“Then how do you know what to do?” I leaned in a little.

“Simple. Through my orders.” His eyes started to twitch. 

“Which you get how?”

“My memos.”

“Then you can send a memo to the universe. I won't work with him.”

“I'll file your complaint but it won't matter. And don't forget, as I've already explained, it has to be an active month.”

Twenty-five days. I've dealt with worse for longer. One case in particular came to mind. The guy actually tried to bite me when we lost. Harold didn't seem inclined to bite and he didn't get into my personal space. I could deal with him. 

On the other hand, Fate looked like he might be the biting sort. 

“Do the last five days count toward the thirty? Time served and all?”

“Yes.”

“These first days were highly unpleasant. Do you think I could get extra credit for those? Maybe, I don't know, you could knock off a day or two? Like they do in jail for good behavior?”He squinted his eyes and tilted his head. I was going to take that for a no. 

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Donna Augustine’s lifelong ambition was to become the crazy cat lady. Unfortunately, when family allergies cut short her dream of living in a house full of furries, she turned her ambitions toward writing. Combining her love of fantasy, scifi, horror and romance, she tries to string together interesting twists on urban fantasy.

A native of New Jersey, when she isn’t writing, or overdosing on caffeine, she can occasionally be spotted in disguise at the local dog park.

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