Friday, December 23, 2016

Fever Blood Moon Rising Book One Lola Taylor!!!

Blood Moon Rising
Book One
Lola Taylor

Genre: Werewolf PNR

Publisher: Indigo Dreamer Press

Date of Publication: February, 2014 (Fourth Edition, October, 2016)


Number of pages: 114
Word Count: 33k

Book Description: 

When the Blood Moon rises, the wolves come out to play… and find their mates.

Danica has about given up on love. In a last-ditch attempt at finding “the one,” she agrees to a blind date through an online dating service. But instead of finding roses and romance, she finds someone intent on killing her. That is, until the mysterious, brooding Gage shows up to save her….

Gage is running out of time to find a mate. If the Blood Moon sets before he can find her, he’ll lose the rank of packmaster—and the peace within the pack he’s worked so hard to obtain. When he saves a luscious blonde in the parking lot of a bar, he has no idea she is his mate—until he Marks her with his touch.

Determined to keep her safe at any cost, Gage whisks Danica away into a hidden world full of lust, unlikely love, and treachery. Someone’s put a hit on his mate, and he’s hell-bent on finding out who, all while the Blood Moon looms closer, threatening to destroy his chances at true love forever. That is, if something—or someone—doesn’t kill the woman he’s falling for first.

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“Mates and Mistletoe”
A Blood Moon Rising story
Lola Taylor

When Blake
reluctantly agrees to go to a pack Christmas party, the last thing on his mind
is finding his mate. But fate—and possibly Santa—has other plans…

observed the party with a look of supreme distaste. Crescent Manor had been
decked out in blue and white twinkle lights, silver garland, and sparkly
tinsel. Just looking at it made his eyes hurt. Not to mention the smell. Oh,
God, if he ever had to smell pine, cinnamon, or pumpkin spice
whatever-the-hell-it-was-called again, it would be too soon. Being a werewolf
royally sucked sometimes, mainly the enhanced sense of smell. And this
place—his damn home for the past fifteen years—was doing nothing but reminding
him why he hated the holidays.
here seemed to have found a date or had brought their mates. All but him.
It wasn’t his
fault he couldn’t find a mate. Hell, he’d tried dating. And rutting. That part
he especially enjoyed. But the Mating Mark, the mystical symbol that designated
his soul mate, had yet to appear on anyone. Which was supremely frustrating.
Damn, did the
universe hate him that much? He was thirty-five, for shit’s sake. And he was
beginning to wonder if, maybe, he was destined to be alone for the rest of his
His best friend
and fellow Moonstruck Pack member, Ryan, walked up to him, interrupting his
scowling. Ryan had gotten a little more into the Christmas spirit, wearing a
red button down and black slacks. Blake, on the other hand, had gone with a
Metallica T-shirt that should have been thrown away ten years ago, a pair of
rugged jeans, and his shit-kickers. Like hell he was dressing up for a party he
didn’t want to attend in the first place. These people had been lucky he’d
shown up to this damn circus. If it were up to him, he would’ve stayed up in
his room, reading. Yeah, yeah, despite appearances and general “don’t give a
shit” demeanor, he loved a good Brandon Sanderson novel.
Ryan surveyed
him with a knowing twinkle in his eye and nudged him. “Someone piss in your
“This ain’t
champagne. I hate that bubbly shit. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a
Guinness. Poured it in this fancy glass so Alara doesn’t yell at me.” Alara,
the queen of the Moonstruck Pack and one of the newest additions to their
ever-expanding family, was the only reason he’d deigned to show up to this shit
show. One, because she was a hell of a leader and business woman. In the past
few months since she’d been here, she’d increased profits from the pack’s real
estate business by fifty percent. Blake, loving the shit out of math and money,
could appreciate that. Especially since he was the pack’s accountant.
Two, he
downright respected Alara. Not only was she smart, level-headed, and beautiful,
she was into epic fantasy. After her mate, Nik, convinced her to binge-watch
the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy
and all six seasons of Game of Thrones,
she was hooked to the genre. Knowing he was a big fan himself, she’d asked to
borrow his wide collection of fantasy books. He’d happily obliged, and the two
of them had become fast friends.
Friends or not,
however, this was downright torture. But it wouldn’t be right, for political or
friendships’ sakes, for him not to attend. Alara was one of the few people he
considered a true friend. Plus, he was the pack’s accountant, and he loved his
job. He wasn’t about to spit in their faces by not spending Christmas Eve in
hell, er, at a party.
Ryan was quiet a
moment. “You’ve been holding that wall up all night. Gonna come talk to some of
“Nah. People
seem too busy sharing pup pictures and dancing with their mates.”
Ryan tried not
to look ashamed. He’d found his own mate, Stephanie, about a month back. Blake
had been both thrilled for his bud and disgruntled their bachelor evenings were
coming to an end.
Blake rolled his
eyes, giving Ryan a dry smile. “You don’t have to hide your happiness—or your
mate—from me, man. I’m glad you found Steph.”
Ryan’s shoulders
seemed to relax, and he looked out at the dancing crowd. They were in the
parlor. The furniture had been pushed aside to make room for a dance floor. A
gorgeous brunette danced with a group of friends. Her face lit up when she saw
Ryan, and she smiled and waved.
A stupid-happy
grin, one that Blake couldn’t help feeling jealous of, lit up Ryan’s face as he
waved back.
He and Blake
made small talk after that, with Blake checking the clock every couple of
minutes. God, had time stopped? Shit, he loved his best friend, but he couldn’t
take much more of this. Every second here reminded him of how alone he felt,
and exacerbated his fear that he would never find someone to share his life
After a
conversation about hockey, another of Blake’s true loves, Blake said, “Hey,
man, I’m gonna grab another beer and get some air. Care to join?”
A slow song
started, and people went for their dates or mates. Stephanie started to
approach. “Nah, man. I owe Steph a dance. Promised her before we came down.
I’ll catch up with you later for that beer.”
“Holding you to
that.” He said “hello” to Stephanie before slipping from the room.
After snagging
another beer from the kitchen, he let himself outside, onto the back patio.
Nobody was out there. One, because it was freaking freezing, even for a
werewolf. Their body temperatures ran hotter than that of a normal human, but
cold was cold. And the air was practically subzero.
His breath
fogged as he looked up at the stars, at the open sky, full moon, and silvery
tips of trees in the forest surrounding the property. This place was beautiful.
Always had been, even when it had sometimes felt like a prison during
Malachite’s reign.
Blake shivered,
banishing thoughts about that psychopath to the recesses of his mind. After filing
those bloody, dark memories away in the archive of “Shit He’d Rather Not Think
About,” he took another swig of his beer about the same time a husky voice
said, “Taking a break from the glitter festival, too?”
Blake nearly
choked on his beer as he struggled to swallow and inhale at the same time.
Whirling, he could barely make out the curvy figure standing in the shadows.
Then she stepped into a pool of moonlight, and he forgot how to breathe.
Holy hell.
She was
gorgeous, like something from a dream. With curves that would make Marilyn
Monroe jealous and long, satiny blond hair that tumbled over her shoulders in
waves, she looked like a siren come to steal him away into the night. Her dress
was black, shimmery, and skin-tight, clinging to her like a second skin. Her
four-inch crimson pumps made her nearly as tall as his six foot five.
A wave of desire
made his skin hot, and an assortment of lustful thoughts filled his mind.
Down boy.
Clearing his
throat, he shifted his weight and angled his body in such a way he hoped it
would mask any obvious signs of his growing desire.
Could it be a
mating fever, the time when all a werewolf could think about was sex? Possibly.
Then again, sex was usually at the back of his thoughts, especially since he
hadn’t had any in the past two months. Work had simply kept him too busy.
But now, in the
presence of this dream girl, he found he couldn’t stop thinking about how soft
her skin would feel or what her full, cherry-red lips would taste like.
As if sensing
what he was thinking, she slowly smiled, and his heart skipped a beat.


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About the Author:

“Lola Taylor” is a pen name created for the romances I can’t show my grandma without blushing. My favorite genre to write is romantic suspense, usually involving hot werewolves, warlocks, or any other type of paranormal creature. Keep the action hot and the romance hotter—that’s my motto! I’m a horror film junkie, I still love Halloween as an adult (seriously, I think I get more excited for it than some kids do), and what precious spare time I have is spent with my family, reading (everything from sci fi to middle grade), playing the flute, painting pretty pictures, or screwing around on Pinterest or Etsy. Hailing from the South, I currently live in the Midwest with five fur babies and my hubby.

I’m pretty easy-going. If you want to get to know me or just say “hi,” you can find me on Facebook, Google + , Pinterest,and Goodreads.


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Monday, November 28, 2016

Bounty Huntress By Sheri Queen!

Bounty Huntress 
Sleepy Hollow Hunter 
Book One 
A Hotel Paranormal Story
Sheri Queen
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Wilda Press
Date of Publication: November 9, 2016
ISBN: ISBN-13: 978-0692803370
ISBN-10: 0692803378
ASIN: B01M226DL7
Number of pages: 163
Word Count: 40,422
Cover Artist: Kelley York, X-Potion Designs

Book Description: 
Janda Gray’s a Lykoi—part werecat, part wolf—shunned by both sides of her lineage.
She yearns for the day when she can escape the disdainful glances and leave her home on the outskirts of Sleepy Hollow, NY. When she lands a lucrative bounty hunter contract, she thinks her life is finally turning around. All she has to do is lure her werecat target from the safety of the Hotel Paranormal.
Then she meets a werepanther. Her life will never be the same 
Alexander Holden, second-in-command of a powerful werecat clan, is accused of murdering the woman he was to marry. He must find the real killer to clear his name or spend the rest of his supernaturally long life on the run.
Complications arise after Janda falls for the man she’s supposed to be capturing. 
Now she must decide if following her heart is worth risking everything, including the love they’ve found in each other’s embrace.
Love is about making sacrifices. Saving him is all that matters.
Bounty Huntress is the introduction to the Sleepy Hollow Hunter series, as well as a Hotel Paranormal story.
The Hotel Paranormal is THE place for supernatural beings looking to get away from it all. Beings like werewolves, vampires, elves, sprites, djinn and more check in from all over the world for business and for pleasure—and sometimes for both.

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Short Excerpt: 
Half a block stood between me and my future happiness, but it might as well have been a mile for all the good it would do me. From the alley to the bar there was no cover, no shadows to absorb my presence. I’d scoured the surrounding area for another entry point to no avail. Barred windows and a padlocked backdoor thwarted me. I had one shot at getting inside before anyone could stop me, and that meant waiting until the barkeep kicked the last of his patrons out at closing time. While they were busy getting on their bikes, I’d make a mad dash to the front door. I was grateful the street was deserted at this hour, but it was almost too quiet. One stupid move on my part could mean disaster.
I calculated the distance from where I stood, hidden in the alley, to the bar’s entrance and figured I’d probably be fast enough to make it as long as the wolves were so drunk they wouldn’t notice me until it was too late. It was a long shot, but the only one I had. Wolves were quick, even inebriated ones. Their metabolism burned off alcohol within minutes of downing it, which meant my window of opportunity was about the size of a mouse hole. In my Lykoi state I was faster than a wolf—I’d honed that particular skill long ago with all the times I’d been chased—but I couldn’t go Lykoi. Paws didn’t lend themselves to turning doorknobs, so I’d have to do this the hard way. Nothing new there.
I leaned against the brick wall and let the cool autumn air soothe my restless body. My calf muscles twitched, and my stomach rumbled. It was tempting to give in to the urge to transform and run through the woods I’d passed on the way into town. Maybe even hunt a bit of rabbit. I let out a slow breath and resisted my primal desires.
I counted four bikes outside the bar. Mutther’s might be a neutral, no-colors establishment, but I still had to get past the owners of those bikes. Four big-ass obstacles between me and the portal to the Hotel Paranormal. I knew portals existed in most major cities—definitely in Manhattan—but, of course, my only way into the hotel would be through a wolf biker bar. My luck ranged from bad to stinking bad. I was long overdue for a bit of good luck, but I didn’t look for that to happen tonight. My usual mode of blending into the background to avoid attracting attention wasn’t going to work here. There were no crowds to lose myself in, and the glaring neon sign covering three quarters of the bar’s facade was a beacon spreading a swath of red across the sidewalk. Anyone wishing to enter the bar would be doused in light. This had to be the hotel’s idea of a joke—or a test.
My Review
I love finding new books that I love!! What a new take on shifter hybrids and the Hotel Paranormal anthology that features this story is the beginning of the series that follows the Sleepy Hollow Hunters series by Ms Queen. And I honk it's gunna be awesome!! With excellent characters that I can't wait to see more of, and some great world building and a pretty awesome romance, there's much to love her. 

So Janda is a Lykoi- half wolf shifted and half cat shifted. Her pack sucks for her. So she made her life being a bounty hunter. She's great at her job and loves it. She does her job and keeps herself on target. Until her new target is Alexander. She definitely falls for him. Kinda hard to be a bounty hunter when you want your target. And it's complicated. And it's not love at first sight either. And along the way we meet some other awesome side characters that add a lot to the story too!! 

The writing is well done and it is short and sweet since it's a novella in an anthology but it's still a good one. I'm definitely looking forward to reading more!! I'm impressed and want more!! 5 PAWS!!

 Happy Tails and Tales Author Interview with Sheri Que
First, tell me a little about your book J….
Bounty Huntress is a story about a young woman of mixed heritage who longs to escape the side-glances of the wolf pack she grew up in. When she lands a lucrative bounty hunter contract, she thinks her life is finally turning around. Soon she’ll have the money she needs to get out on her own, but first she must bring back her werepanther target from the hotel where he’s hiding. The hotel is in an alternate dimension—one where time isn’t the same as her normal world—and her stay there becomes more complex than she intended. After meeting her handsome target, she’s smitten and must decide if the love she has for him is worth risking everything to help him.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
I’ve always loved reading and making up stories in my head, but it wasn’t until the last ten years that I decided to act on actually writing those stories.

What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
My first novel was a thriller that was inspired by a quilt I had been working on, as well as the idea of a woman who suffered from a brain tumor that severely altered her personality. She became obsessed with completing the quilt by using fabric from the clothing of those she murdered. That book has not been published, but it was a great writing experience.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
I think it’s probably difficult for writers not to be influenced by events and people in their life, but my writing is never about any one person or event. It’s more like throwing a lot of different people together to become a new character—one who comes alive in his/her own right.

How do you chose when/which characters die in your books? 
A character dies if and when their death promotes the story line.  So, I suppose the story dictates who dies and when.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
I’m a bit biased with this one because I went to school with some amazing writers. I love KW Taylor’s time travel novel The Curiosity Killers. Also, Traci Douglass has a couple of awesome romance lines. Rebecca Halsey did a great jazz age romance called Notes of TemptationThen there’s Carrie Gessner’s fantasy The Dying of the Golden Day. At the moment I’m reading Cara McKinnon’s series The Faye of Sky that I’m really enjoying. I could go on with this, but you get the idea.

Who do you look up to as a writer?
I think Shelley Adina is an amazing author. She does so much to help other writers just starting out. Her steampunk line, Magnificent Devices, is amazing. 
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?
I’m never completely satisfied with my work, so I have to stop myself from continuous edits or it would never get published. Bounty Huntress had some “rules” to follow, since it is part of a multi-author series, so if I could have I would have made it longer in order to develop certain characters and situations more. Still, it was a lot of fun to write and is a lead-in to a new series I’m writing—The Sleepy Hollow Hunter series.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Time. I know that sounds trite, but my life is such that I can’t fit in as much time as I’d like to actually write. I’m hoping in the next year that will change, but until then, I write whenever and wherever I can.
What book are you reading now? Or what genre?
Cara McKinnon’s Essential Magic. It’s a fantasy with lots of fantastic world building.

Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?

My designer is Kelley York of X-Potion Designs. She and I worked very closely together to get exactly what I wanted. I gave her a few images to give her an idea of where I wanted to go with the cover design. She took it from there and did an amazing job.

Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?
I’m always learning and discovering more about me as a writer with each story I pen. Bounty Huntress had to fit certain criteria when it came to heat level (no sweet romance and no erotica). This was part of the group requirements in this multi-author series, and it was a bit of a challenge. I kept wanting to spice it up more, but I had to use my word limit to work on other aspects of the story. In the end, I think it was fairly balanced in heat level and story line, although I would have loved to have done even more with Janda’s relationship with Alex. I suppose that’s why authors like writing series—we can dive more deeply into different characters as the series develops.

If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose? 
That’s a tough one. Janda, of course, is a favorite. However, as I was writing I have to say Sebastian—the ancient and powerful vampire—became a strong favorite. He will get a lot more air time in the next book.

Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?
I don’t think I could answer that properly, since everyone has slightly different taste in what they enjoy reading. I read across genres, which others might not do as much. However, I’d say that even people who stick primarily to one genre should look into reading other types of stories. The authors I mentioned earlier all have good books, but for different reasons. For instance, Shelley Adina’s Magnificent Devices series is up to eleven books now. I highly recommend her stories for those who enjoy steampunk. Maria Snyder is another great author to follow. Heidi Ruby Miller writes some cool SF-Romance. My writing leans more towards urban fantasy and so I’d say check out Patricia Briggs. Her Mercy Thompson series is awesome. Darynda Jones writes a wonderful paranormal series—the Charley Davidson series. So, enjoy your “just because” reading list. Lol.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you. Really. I can write a story, but it’s the readers who enjoy it and give me constructive feedback that make me want to write the next one. And thank you, for having me as your guest today.

About the Author:
Sheri Queen received her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She grew up in the Hudson Valley region of New York—an area she loves to depict as a backdrop for her stories—and enjoys traveling to new places where she is constantly discovering inspirations for her writing. In particular, she loves visiting old graveyards.

Twitter: @SWQueenFlemming

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Friday, November 18, 2016

Belle Chasse Sentinels of New Orleans By Suzanne Johnson!!!

Belle Chasse  
Sentinels of New Orleans 
Book 5
Suzanne Johnson

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: TOR Books

Date of Publication: November 8, 2016

ISBN: 978-0765376992

Number of pages: 336
Word Count: approx. 93,000

Cover Artist: Cliff Nielsen

Book Description: 

Suzanne Johnson's "strong and intriguing" (Publishers Weekly) urban fantasy series continues with Belle Chasse. The Sentinels of New Orleans series has earned starred reviews from Library Journal ("a resourceful heroine who relies on her magical ingenuity") and PW ("vivid...a lively tale jam-packed with action, magic, and intriguing plot twists").

With the wizard-elven treaty on the verge of collapse, the preternatural world stands on the brink of war. Unless former wizard sentinel DJ Jaco manages to keep the elven leader, Quince Randolph, focused on peace and not personal matters.
With no one on the throne, Faerie is in chaos, with rival princes battling for power. The still-undead pirate, Jean Lafitte, is building his own army of misfits, and DJ stripped of her job and hiding in the Beyond to avoid the death sentence handed down by the wizard Council of Elders can’t get anywhere near her beloved New Orleans or her significant something-or-other, Alex.

It's time to choose sides. Friends will become enemies, enemies will become allies, and not everyone will survive. DJ and her friends will learn a hard lesson: sometimes, even the ultimate sacrifice isn’t enough.

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I expected Christof to start a snowstorm above Rand’s head. What I didn’t expect was for the prince to lower his head and charge Rand like a raging bull, head-butting him in the midsection. They hit the ground, and I saw my chance at the same time Eugenie spotted me.
I motioned her toward the woods where the transport lay. To hell with the Blue Congress wizards. We were going to make a run for it while Christof kept Rand too busy to notice. 
She set off for the woods, and I met her halfway. “My family thinks I’m crazy!” she wailed, loud enough to draw the attention of the tall, skinny Blue Congress wizard with the rooster haircut.
“Hey, stop!”
Holy crap. I whipped out the elven staff, paused long enough to aim just to the right of the wizards. They already had their hands up and were doing some of their nifty Blue Congress magic when I released my fire and blew up the tombstone next to them, sending a rain of marble and playing cards onto their heads. Around us, evidence of their magic appeared as tombstones began moving to block our escape route.
I grabbed Eugenie’s arm and pulled her around a marble stag the size of a small SUV. It had lowered its head and pawed the ground as if to charge. Blue Congress magic was so damned cool— create and re-create.
“Stop, DJ!” Eugenie grabbed my arm as I tried to race past her. “A sinkhole!”
I looked stupidly at the ground in front of us, which had opened a gulf big enough to drive a Greyhound bus into. “Go around and run fast,” I shouted, sending another shot of the staff toward the Blue Congress wizards and blowing up a ginormous marble eagle perched atop a nearby tomb.
We didn’t stop to see if the stag was chasing us, but ran for all we were worth. Finally, at the edge of the tree line, I hazarded a look back at Christof and Rand. The faery stood watching us; the elf had crumpled on the ground. Not dead, though, because in my head, far behind my protective barriers, I heard him yelling my name.
Christof grinned and motioned for us to move along. He didn’t have to motion twice, because the wizards were chasing us, still chanting and doing their finger dance. The stag was getting way too close.
I raised the staff and blew a hole in the earth in front of the advancing stag, forcing him to change direction. Luck was on our side for a change— the stag began charging toward the wizards instead, who had to stop pursuing us in order to protect themselves from being trampled beneath marble hooves.
“Let’s run to the transport before those idiot wizards can get out from under the stag.” I grabbed Eugenie’s hand and we ran to the clearing. “Help me roll this werewolf out of the transport.”
To her credit, she didn’t ask a single question. We tipped the werewolf onto his side and rolled him outside the interlocking circle and triangle, leaving him at an awkward angle with his
feet in the air. Oh well.
I touched the staff to the edge of the transport and said, “Winter Palace, Faery” just before the Blue Congress wizards reached the edge of the clearing. I waved at them as the transport sucked the air out of my lungs. They were too late.
As soon as we materialized on the round floor of ice in the Winter Palace, Eugenie screamed. I figured she was getting her first look at the grisly remains of Faerie Princess Tamara until a blinding light knocked me off my feet and a big crack appeared in the ice between us.
“Where is my brother?”
I whirled to see Florian sitting on a block of ice behind us bundled in a heavy coat, a blanket spread beneath him, no doubt to protect his royal assets from getting cold and wet.
“He’s in Shreveport, Louisiana, at Our Lady of Perpetual Help church, having a fi stfi ght with an elf,” I said, pretty confident that of all the things he might expect me to say, that wasn’t it.

My Review 

Yes!!!! We jump right in from the last book and man I was dying for this one!!! There's a war coming and DJ is right in the middle. DJ is staying with Jean Lafitte in the beyond. The sentinels aren't happy. Christof and Florian have the faerie throne. And the beyond is her only safe place right now, without Alex. And the battle begins and everything goes hay wire. Everyone seems to chose a side. And even the weather is changing. 

Man, DJ is my hero. I love her and everything about her. And she's even got some new skills. I'm trying not to give away spoilers but her best friend is now in deep trouble and DJ wants to protect her. Alex is in the living Nola without DJ and she's with our favorite werewolf pirate and merman. And we can't forget Charlie :) 

The plot is awesome!!! I'm learning more about the wizard world and some isn't so good. And DJ is trying so hard to help everyone. There's also some devastating moments. And some hilarious moments. And some sweet moments. And some super awesome action!! And I can't believe the ending!!!!!! I absolutely am addicted to Ms Johnson's writing. Everything she touches is platinum. I adore her!! And I can't wait til the next book!! This one gets the rare 6 PHENOMENON PAWS!! 

About the Author: 
Suzanne Johnson is the author of the award-winning Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series but perhaps is best known for her romantic suspense and paranormal romance books written as Susannah Sandlin, including the Penton Vampire Legacy paranormal romance series, the Wilds of the Bayou suspense series, and The Collectors romantic thriller series. Her awards include two Holt Medallions in 2013 and 2015, a 2015 Booksellers Best Award in romantic suspense, and nominations in 2014 and 2015 for the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice Award. A displaced New Orleanian, she currently lives in Auburn, Alabama. Suzanne loves SEC football, fried gator on a stick, all things Cajun, and redneck reality TV. 

Twitter: @Suzanne_Johnson

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