Winners of Amber’s Away contest!

Random.org has chosen our winners!

International Winner: Christina Az.

US Winner: Carla

Christina Az, I need you to email me and let me know either which backlist ebook you would like, or which future ebook you would like.

Carla, I need you to email me your mailing address, so I can get your mystery prize out to you!

Ladies, please email me at authoraccomplice@gmail.com

Didn’t win this time? Don’t be discouraged, I’m sure I’ll have more, don’t tell Amber, contests in the future! ;)

Throwback Thursday!

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Blurb:

Book three in the Mercenary Love Series

After spending years defending his country, will Jonathan lose the battle over his heart?

When Jonathan Stevens meets Kai Stromwell, it’s attraction at first sight, but can a brief sizzle turn into a lasting fire? A series of events leads Jonathan to believe someone is trying to kill Kai. The question is who? With no obvious motives the most he can do is stick close to the handsome man and stay alert. Keeping Kai safe becomes the focus of his life while he fights his own personal demons.

Kai Stromwell has worked hard to build up his fortune. Upon meeting Jonathan he wonders if maybe there is more to life than long hours at the office. When attempts on his life become more and more aggressive, he turns to his new love for answers. Depending on someone has never been easy, but he would give up his millions if he could spend the rest of his life teasing Jonathan.

 

Excerpt:

 

With his makeshift breakfast sandwich in one hand, Jonathan left the building and headed for the crosswalk. His head hurt as the bright sun assaulted his eyes. Still walking, he slipped his sunglasses out of his pocket and slid them on.

He sighed at the instant relief. If only all of life’s problems were so easily fixed.

A small crowd of people had already gathered on the corner to wait for the light. Rush hour always had the sidewalks packed with people in suits rushing to their offices. The idea of spending all day confined in one space made Jonathan shudder. He did, however, like a man in a suit. Something about an elegant man all dressed up made Jonathan want to muss him.

Engrossed in his own thoughts, it took Jonathan a minute to notice the guy standing beside him. Once he spotted him, Jonathan couldn’t look away.

Beautiful. 

The tall, slim man had dark hair, professionally styled in layers, and wore a brown suit tailored to fit a well-proportioned body. Bright green eyes scanned Jonathan up and down as if he were one of Callum’s featured dishes and he couldn’t wait to dig in. Jonathan appreciated that the man stood only a few inches shorter than his own six-foot-four frame. He wasn’t one of those guys who wanted a smaller lover to cuddle. He preferred a strong man who could hold his own.

“Good morning, handsome,” the stranger said. His rich baritone voice rolled through Jonathan like a physical touch.

“Good morning.” Jonathan didn’t consider himself ugly, but the man beside him hit an eleven on a scale of one to five. Handsome without being too pretty.

Jonathan took a bite of his omelette sandwich so he wouldn’t drool.

The light changed and they both stepped off the curve. Jonathan’s eyes strayed back to the dark-haired man beside him instead of paying attention to the crowd. People tended to move out of his way by instinct, not wanting to be trampled by Jonathan’s big feet. Sometimes he felt like the monster in one of those old time horror movies where the people fled in terror from the large creature stomping through the city.

Only because his eyes were already trained on the stranger did he see the car barrelling towards them.

Moving on instinct, Jonathan dropped his breakfast and grabbed the guy’s arm. With a strong grip, he yanked them both to safety. The SUV’s tyres squealed as the driver bulldozed through the pack of pedestrians. Unfortunately the vehicle’s angle didn’t allow Jonathan to get a licence plate number before it raced away.

With an experienced eye, Jonathan evaluated the damage. He and the man he’d grabbed had escaped harm. However, not all the pedestrians were so lucky. No one appeared seriously injured, but a big guy in a business suit and shiny shoes had been clipped and lay on the street. His briefcase had slid across the asphalt, popped open, and the wind blowing his papers across the universe. Jonathan hoped he had extra copies.

A few women were crying from shock and several others stood on the sidewalk looking around as if waiting for the vehicle to return.

With his nerves surprisingly steady, Jonathan reached into his pocket to call the police. Once he reached an operator, he reported the incident in cool, even tones while he checked on the injured. Only one person’s wounds looked serious enough to probably require stitches, though several others had scrapes from falling on the rough road or sidewalk. Jonathan hung up after he’d given his location. They didn’t need him to stay on the phone tying up the line. Surveying the damage, Jonathan knew it could’ve been much worse. He hoped this day didn’t end with another string of nightmares.

“You saved my life,” a now-familiar, deep voice said.

Distracted by the wounded, Jonathan hadn’t seen anyone walk up behind him. He turned. The beautiful man he’d noticed before was standing on the sidewalk regarding him with an awed expression. Jonathan’s heart raced, no doubt still on edge from the jolt of adrenaline he’d received while escaping the path of the SUV.

Although he knew he’d pulled the man to safety, an odd compulsion gripped Jonathan to verify that the stranger had completely escaped injury. Stepping closer, he carefully examined the man from head to toe.

A wide smile crossed the stranger’s face. “I’m unhurt, thanks to you.”

“I’m glad I was there.” Jonathan didn’t want to even imagine the amount of damage the SUV would’ve caused if it had hit the other man going at full speed.

“You saved my life,” he repeated.

Jonathan clenched his fists to hide the trembling in his hands. To imagine this beautiful man’s life snuffed out made him queasy. He took a slow breath to balance out his churning stomach.

“It was probably a drunk driver,” Jonathan said dismissively. He didn’t know that for sure, but he didn’t want to cause panic among people already stressed from the incident. He didn’t know if anyone else was listening to their conversation and hearing that a psycho in a SUV had tried to end their lives probably wouldn’t go over very well.

The vehicle had appeared to be aiming at the man beside him, but barring a confession from the driver, Jonathan couldn’t prove anything. So far this hadn’t turned out to be a very good day.

“I’m Kai Stromwell.” The gorgeous guy held out his hand to Jonathan.

Well, there was one good part of his morning—the man standing in front of him. If Jonathan had ever collected any good karma in his life, he considered it completely paid back at that very moment.

“Jonathan Stevens, nice to meet you.” He shook hands with Kai and bit his lip to hold back a gasp as a jolt of sizzling attraction surged through him. The burst of electricity danced through his body and settled down below. Hell, he’d had full orgasms with less satisfaction than that one gentle touch.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Kai asked, his eyes lit with excitement. Kai stepped closer and Jonathan barely resisted the urge to rub his body all over a guy he’d just met.

Jonathan nodded. He’d be an idiot if he didn’t admit it and at least pursue a date. That much attraction deserved exploration. They didn’t have to commit to a lifelong relationship. Right now Jonathan would settle for getting laid. Kai’s expression indicated that he might be open to that sort of proposition.

Before he could make any sort of arrangement, they were interrupted.

“Excuse me, but did either of you witness the hit and run?” a uniformed cop asked.

They both nodded.

The cops separated Jonathan and Kai to get their statements. Afterwards, Jonathan lost track of his new friend. Disappointment hit him as he realised he’d probably lost his one chance to get Kai’s phone number. Usually he’d think a man like that was out of his league, but the sexual magnetism zipping between them had told a different story.

 

Amber’s Away, We shall Play Contest!

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Hi everyone,

It’s Sheri, Amber’s assistant. Amber is away meeting readers at the Romantic Times Convention in Dallas Texas. If you’re in town, Amber will be signing Saturday May 16, 2015 from 11:00 am to 2:00 pm at the Hyatt Regency Dallas. Here is the link if you want more information. https://www.rtconvention.com/event/giant-book-fair-0

 

Now on to why you’re all here!

 

Mystery Prize

 

I’ve decided to give away a Mystery Prize to one US commenter, because of shipping cost. For the international people, I’m going to give away one future Amber Kell ebook! So there will be two winners, one US based and on International.

If you’d like to win, please comment and in your comment make sure you say if you’re US or International. Also, for a fun question, if you could attend a book signing where Amber was signing, what book would you need to have Amber sign?

Throwback Thursday!

attractingFree at all outlets!

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Anthony Carrow never thinks to find the love of his life when he goes to a bar with his best friend Steven Dell. Getting over the death of his lover has been a hard task for Anthony. After two years he’s still broken-hearted and doesn’t have any intention of joining the dating scene. However, going with Steven to scope out a werewolf club to help his friend find a mate leads to unexpected consequences.

Silver, alpha leader of the Moon pack, has been searching for his mate for a long time. Unhappy with the men he meets he’s given up searching for the man of his dreams until Anthony walks into the bar.

Can a man who’s already suffered a loss once be persuaded to give love a second try or will fear hold them back from finding the love they both deserve.

 

Excerpt:

Sweeping the dance floor with a piercing gaze, Silver searched for the source of his unease. From what he could see from his vantage point, everything appeared to be running smoothly. He saw no fights breaking out and no unwanted touching occurring. Out of habit, Silver closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the scents of the club. His senses first located members of his pack in the dense crowd. A few dozen were there to keep the club moving smoothly, a few others were hunting for mates of their own.

For several minutes, he couldn’t find anything different or new. Certainly nothing that demanded his attention. Silver was about give up when the scent of a deep, cool forest drifted up to him from the crowd.

Delicious.

Longing filled him. Silver yearned to run under the full moon with rich dirt flying under his clawed feet, to run to the source of that smell. His wolf howled inside him, aching to get out. With a great deal of effort, he snapped back to reality.

There wasn’t a patch of good running land for miles. Silver closed his eyes and inhaled again, turning his head as the smell drifted past. Unable to help it, the alpha growled.

Someone in the club smelled irresistible.

“What is it?” Thomas asked, his eyes riveted to the expression on Silver’s face.

“Don’t you smell that?”

“What?”

“Heaven.” Silver sighed.

Following the trail of the scent, Silver’s gaze landed on a dark-haired man in tight jeans and a red shirt who swaggered across the floor. An unremarkable looking man with dull blond hair, a sweet ass, and a scent from Silver’s hottest dreams. The blond’s movements were more like a graceful dance than a walk, as if the music itself propelled him across the floor. Without a shirt, he got a good look at the man’s smooth, tanned skin, poured over sleek muscles by a generous creator. The leather pants he wore outlined an ass so fine moisture pooled in Silver’s mouth. He had never met Mr Sweetass, but now was the time. It had been too damn long since someone had caught his attention.

“I think I just found the Mr Average of my dreams,” Silver muttered to his lieutenant. Placing his hands on the wooden banister, he gripped it firmly before flinging himself over the balcony. With their enhanced senses, the dancers fled with seconds to spare. Silver landed on the recently vacated space and strode through the quickly parting crowd to reach the pair now standing and talking in the corner.

The blond faced away from him, giving Silver a view of the tattoo across his upper back. His enhanced sight let him make out the word Andrew.

Fury rushed through Silver at the thought of someone else touching the sleek blond. If his splendid smelling man already belonged to another, there would be a murder tonight. No one else could own the man who would soon belong to Silver.

Mine.

The possessiveness he felt toward this one man took him by surprise, but it didn’t stop him from approaching the pair.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Silver Moon, the owner of this club. I don’t believe I’ve had the chance to meet you. Are you new members?”

He was rather proud of the fact that he didn’t just grab the blond and drag him back to his lair.

See him use restraint.

Both men turned to face him, but Silver’s eyes locked onto the blond.

The dark-haired man stepped forward, drawing his attention. “Nice to meet you, Mr Moon. I’m Steven Dell, a new member, and this is my friend Anthony Carrow who’s come as my guest. I’m trying to talk Anthony here into getting back into the dating pool.”

“No.” The objection burst from his lips without a filter. Silver quickly followed it with a charming smile; he didn’t want to scare away the splendid smelling man. Anthony looked up, and Silver saw the color of the other man’s eyes for the first time. Amazing. This ordinary looking man had extraordinary golden eyes that sparkled like they were made of trapped sunlight.

“Is there something wrong with the men here?” Anthony asked in a smooth tenor, a sweet, dimpled smile lighting his plain face.

Silver cleared his throat to come up with something plausible. He concentrated on the brunet because he seemed to be the spokesman for them both.

“There’s nothing wrong with the men here, but you don’t want to jump into anything. Why don’t you two come back to my table? I’m always happy to get to know new members.” Not a complete lie. “The two of you will be able to see everyone from there.” He darted a glance at the blond. “I’d feel bad if you chose the wrong man on your first foray.”

Of course, Silver didn’t tell shy, sweet Anthony that the wrong man was anyone but him. Instead, he held out his hand and bit back a moan when the blond’s palm slid across his to shake.

There were many moments in Silver’s life that made up special memories, but this one eclipsed them all. It wasn’t every day you touched your mate for the first time.

Throwback Thursday!

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Blood Signs

Book 1

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Re-release of the same title, if you have the previous version please do not repurchase.

Randall is a poor medical student looking for a job. When his roommate Darren tells him all about an easy position with the company he works for, little does he know that he’s about to become the favorite blood giver of the toughest vampire in town.

Sasha had been looking for the perfect mate for most of his long life. When Randall comes looking for a job Sasha knows he’s found his eternal mate. Now all he has to do is convince the skittish human that he needs to belong to Sasha forever.

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 Samhain’s Kiss

Book 2

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Re-release of the same title, if you have the previous version please do not repurchase.

Held hostage by the spirit of a dead fae king, Randall discovers being in charge has exciting benefits, particularly with his mate. But will the dominant vampire, Sasha, accept his mate’s new found confidence?

Last week’s winner: Sandra Welch, please email me (Sheri, Amber’s Assistant) at authoraccomplice@gmail.com. I’ll try and host another giveaway soon. ;)

What’s Going on with the Blog Story?

Okay you are probably wondering what I did with the blog story. I’ve decided it’s too disorganized to finish how it is. I’m going to have to revamp the entire thing to tie up loose ends. Sorry but it needs a solid redo.

I’ll be starting a new one when I get back from RT in two weeks.

Thanks for your understanding!

Also I let my FB group know if you aren’t going to a conference and live in the US you can order a stress ball dragon for the cost of box and postage. You can order one here if you are interested. I will also be at RT, Euromeet, UK Meet, GRNW, & GRL to hand out dragons. *hugs all around*

Tuesday Teaser (on Wednesday)

This one’s working title is Barely Human (but it might change)

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Edward had heard rumors all his life about his mystical family tree. How there was scarcely any human blood to mar its paranormal branches, but it wasn’t until today that he’d put his own ability to the test.

It all started with a cat up a tree.

He’d just gotten off work at the police station. Heading home he cut through an affluent neighborhood that butted up against his working class digs. A soft meow, and the sound of crackling fire had his head snapping around to find the source.

“What are you doing up there?”

A small cat at the uppermost branches of a tree wouldn’t draw a lot of attention. The fact the animal crackled with fire certainly would. Glancing around Edward didn’t see anyone on the streets. Apparently rich people didn’t have time to walk down their well manicured sidewalks they were too busy raking in their billions.

Not that he was bitter about the split with his wealthy family or anything.

A family that laughed when he said he wanted to be a cop and tossed him out when they realized he wasn’t kidding. Police didn’t belong in a magical family who thrived on theft and deception. As far as they were concerned Edward had turned traitor by going the straight and narrow path.

“Here kitty, kitty,” Edward said in a sing song voice. On that famous family tree were more than one siren giving the ordinary policeman a few extraordinary abilities.

“Meow.”

Edward sighed. “I’ll catch you.”

The hell cat crackled on the branch a bit more, charring the innocent tree and making Edward wince at the damage. As soon as the stupid animal came down he could pull up his limited fae abilities and heal the poor plant.

“Meow.”

“Dammit, you’re going to make me come up there aren’t you?”

He hated doing it but he couldn’t let the hellcat stay on the tree, possibly catching it on fire if it lost its temper or became even more distressed. A distressed hellcat could bring down a city. He’d be damned if it burned down his city.

Glancing around again and not seeing any occupants Edward accessed the one power he hated above all others…flying. Scared of heights, he held a great deal of sympathy for the pathetic cat. Taking a deep breath Edward released his hold upon the earth and let the breeze carry him up to the flaming creature.

When he reached the branch holding the cat he held out his arms. “Come on?”

The cat looked at the ground and then at Edward.

“Don’t ask.”

If he didn’t know better he’d think the cat understood him but that was ridiculous. Hellcats were the lowest of the demon pool. This one probably was brought over by a newby wizard who promptly let the little thing escape.

The cat reached out a paw but then jerked it back before he touched Edward.

Impatient and getting nervous about his ability to keep the same height for long, Edward snatched the cat off the tree bracing himself for claws.

A low purr was the only response. Pleased with his victory Edward floated back down to earth letting out a sigh when his heels touched the ground.

The cat gave a soft meow when Edward finally was all the way down again.

“No. I’m not putting you down. You can’t burn me, my great-great-grandmother was an ice witch.” One of the many immunities granted him at birth. Edward might not have any strong abilities or a tendency towards any particular branch magic but his jack-of-all-trades approach worked for him. On the outside he looked like a normal human but on the inside there were barely a few completely human genes to rub together.

“We’ll take you home and then I’ll call a friend of mine to come check you out.”

He’d call Fields his demonology expert. Fields would know what to do with a flaming cat who needed to return to hell. As turned and headed towards his apartment, Edward waved his hand and muttered a few words. He heard the tree’s whispered thank you as he walked away.