Book Spotlight: A Good Year by Tara Fox Hall

Blurb:

There's no Heaven . like Hell.
Faced with losing Pandora Productions as well as her best friend Rebecca to the smarmy Paul, savvy film executive Debbie makes a pact with the demon Shaker, agreeing to bind herself to him as his human master in return for killing Paul and securing Pandora’s future. Yet even as Pandora gains accolades and renown, Debbie’s strong resolve begins to crumble under the weight of her actions. And the pleasure she finds in Shaker’s arms is becoming more than sex.

Is Debbie doomed to lose her heart as well as her soul to a demon who has only been waiting for the chance to claim both?

Excerpt:

When Henry saw her home that night, he didn’t step away and leave as he usually did after she kissed him goodnight. Instead, he held her. “May I come in tonight?” he asked gently. “I don’t want to leave yet.”

Debbie smiled faintly, then said the words she’d mentally rehearsed all though dessert. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you, Henry.”

Henry blinked in surprise at her refusal. “Why not?”

Debbie wiped the fake smile off her face, and let some of her real anguish show through. “The last man I was involved with was…he was married, Henry. It ended badly. And I swore after that I wasn’t going to have any casual love affairs—”

“This isn’t casual,” Henry persisted. “You must know that, Debbie. I’m very serious about you.”

“I’m not saying this to hurt you,” Debbie said, flushing again. “I just made a promise to myself that I wasn’t going to leap into any more relationships until I was absolutely ready. And I’m not.” She touched his cheek gently. “But I will be soon, Henry. Please give me a little more time.”

Henry looked disgruntled, but he nodded. “I understand.” He stepped back, his smile gone. “I’ll call you.” He walked away quickly to his car.

He’d known I was lying to him. It was all over his face.

Debbie fumbled for her keys, and shoved them into the lock, nearly breaking them off in her haste to get inside. She shut the door hard, the roar of Henry’s car driving away loud in her ears. The finality of it broke something inside her and she fell against the door, beginning to sob. Her legs buckled.

Shaker’s arms materialized around her before she hit the floor. “Shh, Mistress. I’m here.”

“I can’t do this,” Debbie sobbed. “I can’t do this anymore, Shaker.”

“Shh,” Shaker said, picking her up in his arms. He kicked the door shut with his hoof, then carried her into her bed, laying her down. He undressed her to her underwear, then pulled the blankets over her, flipping on the air conditioning.

“Leave me alone,” Debbie cried. “Leave me alone tonight.”

Shaker paused, then turned to her. “Are you sure, Mistress?”

Debbie sobbed, and didn’t answer.

Shaker moved to the door, then turned to her, his red eyes glowing in the gloom. “Get some sleep,” he said, flipping off the light. “Tomorrow is another day.”

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Author Bio:

Tara Fox Hall's writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children's stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children's stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.

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Blurb:

 Sarelle’s return to her loved ones brings a brief measure of solace, even as she mourns all that changed in her absence. Rene’s presence and Sar’s pact with Shaker add as much tension as comfort, as the delicate balance of Sar’s life threatens to collapse under the weight of all she endured as Michael’s prisoner. Determined to reclaim her life, Sar fights back, inadvertently sparking Danial’s memory as an unseen ancient enemy prepares to strike a fatal blow.

Excerpt:

Just before the first snow, the bulbs I’d ordered a month in advance arrived. Devlin joined Lash and I the next night in planting them around Darkness’s grave. “There’s something disquieting about me planting flowers called ‘I Love the Sun’,” Devlin said in a lilting voice, as we worked. Lash burst out laughing.

I stopped digging and gave him an exasperated look. “I told you, I ordered ‘Harvest of Memories,’ Dev. They sent me the others because they were out, and this kind is yellow, too.”

 “Whatever you say,” Devlin said, obviously trying not to laugh. “I’m just saying—”

“Shh, Oathed One.” I planted my last bulb, then patted the ground. “Rest easy, good dog. You are loved and remembered.”

After we came in, Devlin and Lash excused themselves to take a conference call. Telling them I was heading to bed, I headed up to Devlin’s bedroom, peering inside first to make sure Rene was not there waiting for him.

There’s nothing for it. I’m going to have to start knocking first. Another peculiarity in my life is nothing new at this point.

I’d no sooner taken off my clothes than I felt a soft touch of hot skin as a large hand caressed my naked back. I let out a yelp, and darted away, looking back to see Shaker standing there behind me.

“What are you doing here?” I exclaimed, grabbing a robe, and slipping it on.

“You didn’t call for me,” Shaker said, giving me a faint grin. “Not that you said you would. But I expected you wanted to see me, after our dream together. So here I am, in case you did, and were too shy to ask me to come. And in the flesh too, so you’ll get the full experience this time.”

Time to say it. “I’m sorry. I don’t.” Shaker looked dumbfounded, then chuckled. “My bad, then. But are you sure? I can whisk us away to Maui, where we can lie on hot sand and make love in the waves.” He gave me a look with enough intent and cunning glee to make me freeze. “We’ll make them steam, Mistress. No one here will be the wiser, I guarantee it. Just say the word, and you can have your heart’s desire—”

I thanked God in that moment for all the guilt I was feeling, because it was helping me do what I knew was right. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I made a mistake, asking you to do what you did.”

“What, Terian?” Shaker said, advancing languorously. “That whelp needed a little quiet time. I heard what you said to him. Most of it made him feel better. So it was a good thing.” He reached out for me. “Come to me, Mistress. I wish to worship you again. And this time I’ll use a spell to make our night together seem to last days instead of only hours—”

 “Stop,” I said loudly, and Shaker stopped, looking disgruntled. “Sar?” Seth said from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?” “Fine,” I called back loudly, then turned to my demon, who had taken my distraction as an opportunity to move closer.

“Leave,” I said adamantly to Shaker. “I’ll call you if I need you. But you have to go. You can’t be here, not like this!”

“I’ll settle for another dream,” Shaker said, sliding closer. “Let me touch you gently, as I did before and kiss away your pain. You have only to ask. I’ll give you anything you want—”

“There aren’t going to be any more shared dreams. I want you to go,” I said stridently. “Who is Mistress here? Go!”

“I must be losing my touch,” Shaker said humorously. “It’s the hooves and horns, isn’t it?”

In spite of myself, I began to grin at his humor, then pushed it down. “Go or I’ll start quoting Scripture! I mean it!”

“Quote me some of Solomon,” Shaker said, grinning widely. “Or I will quote some to you, my Valkyrie goddess—”

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Author Bio:

Tara Fox Hall's writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children's stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children's stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.

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Author Spotlight on Tara Fox Hall and Tempest of Vengeance!

Blurb:

A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical "dream bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good. The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and Sar face the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their combined strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.

Excerpt:

It was now or never.

            I said a quick prayer as I slid my hand to my belt, flipping open the blade as I yanked it free. I kneed Theo as hard as I could. He let out a cry, struggling to hold me. I stuck the knife Lash had given me into his arm, and he snarled in pain, flinching back from me, but he still had me with one hand. I bit his wrist as hard as I could, then jerked free. Theo was almost fully shifted into cougar form, but he was not only injured, he was tangled in his clothes. I ran out of the room as soon as I’d unlocked the door, and upstairs to the study, the knife still in my hand.

            Before I reached the top step I heard a throaty purr, and heard clawed feet scrabbling on the stairs as they bounded up them after me. I got into the study just in time to slam the door and lock it, hoping to God Danial hadn’t moved the gun he had kept here since the attacks by Manir more than a year ago. Because I was running to a dead end with no way out, if what Theo had told me about teleporting was true. But I’d never have made it out the front door before he was on me. I tried to teleport immediately, and nothing happened. I tried the phone to call Terian, and got only static. An extension had to be off the hook somewhere.

            Shit!

            The office door shuddered under Theo’s assault. He roared, and hit it again. Danial, however, had put this door on after the assault by Manir. The reinforced steel and oak creaked, but it held.

            I wiped the knife off on my pants and folded it up, clipping it back to my belt loop, thanking God I’d put it on tonight. Unlocked the hidden safe in the wall, I retrieved a gun and bullets from inside, swearing because it was a regular silenced gun, not an explosive bullets gun. At least the rounds were jacketed hollow points. I had just gotten the first bullet into the chamber when I heard a key in the lock.

            The door opened, and Theo stood there, nude, his blue eyes determined, a key in his hand. His arm where I cut him was still bleeding. “I’m not healing, Sarelle. You have werepoison on your blade,” he growled, advancing slowly. “That’s Lash’s knife clipped to your belt! I recognize it!”

            I trained the gun on him, holding it with both hands so it didn’t shake too much.

            “That’s a regular .38. You shoot me, you’d better hit my heart,” Theo growled. “Because you miss, and I’ll be on you in a second. This little chase you’ve led me on is over! Terian isn’t here to save you! Danial and Lash aren’t here to save you! And Devlin will be too late!”

            “You have one chance to leave,” I said in a hard voice. “Or I will shoot you, Theo.”

            Theo looked at me for a few moments, and then he lunged for me with a roar.

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Bio:

Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer," published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

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Eye of the Storm, Promise Me Book #10, has released!

Blurb: Sar and Theo move on from Sar’s affair with Lash, struggling to build a new life with their werecougar son Devon. Rebuffed, Lash resumes his solitary existence, biding his time. Ulysses lurks in the shadows launching repeated attacks on his enemy Devlin, whose darker side emerges rampant in an effort to protect those he loves. The vampire Danial prepares his dhamphir son Theoron for manhood, even as Ulysses delivers a last crippling blow to Devlin in his relentless quest for revenge.


Excerpt:
        Lash stepped closer to me, his arms going around me.
“Don’t, please,” I said softly, my weak words so rife with need that I flushed.
“I’m not going to do anything but hug you,” Lash hissed in my ear. “I need to breathe in the scent of you to calm myself. I’m worried about tonight, about letting you go to that damn Hallows party with only Theo to protect you.”
I inhaled his familiar scent, closing my eyes. There came the gentle touch of his hand on the back of my head, gently pushing it against his shoulder as he stroked my hair.
“But there’s no way I can go with you, Danial would shit a brick.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said confidently, trying to step back. “Rip will be there—”
“Fucking demons can’t be trusted!” Lash hissed angrily. “Rip is not a fighter; he’s a sorcerer, like Titus. He’s not fast at all! You’re mortal, Sar! All it would take to kill you is one well-placed bullet!”
“Nothing’s going to happen,” I reiterated. “Devlin will be with me, Lash.”
“That’s the only reason I’m not crashing the party,” Lash hissed meaningfully. “I know he’ll stay close to you at all times, and he’ll keep you safe. Plus I have to watch Venus and Devon while you’re all out in your finest.”
I looked up into his flat eyes, their coldness giving nothing away. “Change back for me.”
Lash’s eyes reverted to their dark black-brown color in a split second, his fangs disappearing. “Why did you ask me to change back?” he said, tilting his head with a faint smile. “Are you remembering that night we—?”
Desire rose in me, mingled with sadness and longing. “I like to see your eyes. I like to look into them. I can see what you’re feeling in your human eyes the way I can’t in your snake ones.”
Lash’s dark brown eyes darkened, his expression changing from curiosity to abject craving. “Tell me I can kiss you,” he said sensuously, taking my face in his hands. “Just one kiss, Sar—”
I looked down at his lips inches away from mine, and ached to taste him, to feel his body against mine as he devoured me…
Stop. Right. Now.

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Night Music is Live! :)

Happy Summer Solstice! 

I've long looked forward to Night Music being released as its own Ebook...and finally here it is!

I originally wrote this short story while staying at Letchworth State Park, the location this romantic paranormal novella takes place at.  I also spent my honeymoon there too! It IS as beautiful and magical as described in the book. If you are ever in the Western New York Area, stop in and at least drive through the park to see the 3 separate waterfalls, the magnificent stonework, and the historic Glen Iris Inn.

Yes, this novella is set in Letchworth State park, a REAL state Park in Western New York. All the locations in the novella are real and as described in the work, such as Caroline's Cottage, the Glen Iris Inn, The Chalet, Inspiration Point, the graveyard, the trout pond, and the majestic waterfalls. I wrote this mostly to try to get people interested in the park, as the stonework its famous for is slowly falling apart, and it could use more people supporting it. I lived in New York all my life and never even knew it was there until I got married, yet I always knew about Niagara Falls, and that bothered me.

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Blurb: Grieving Krys Markman has come to lose herself in family memories at Letchworth State Park, and try to figure out her next step. Yet the unearthly beautiful music she hears each night stirs her soul to romance. Can its creator, the attractive vampire David Helm, heal her broken heart?

Excerpt: Someone was playing music. Groggily, Krys opened her eyes, and sat up in bed. Though her head was pounding and her eyes felt like sandpaper, her senses were awash in that same unearthly music. Yet this was a subtly different tune, more longing, more hopeful somehow than the other had been. Odder, it came from no violin; this was some kind of piano, or electric keyboard.

It had to be David.

Suddenly struck with a plan, Krys grabbed her cell phone, turning it on.

****

The next evening, Krys was ready and in position when dark fell. Soon after the sun disappeared, David appeared, again walking up the road toward the forest. She hurried to intercept him.

“I heard you playing again last night,” she said, stepping in front of him.

He looked at her innocently. “I’m sure you’re mistaken—”

Krys clicked playback on her phone. The melodious tune broke the silent night, drifting on the night air.

“That’s not on any radio,” Krys said. “It’s too original, for one thing.” She clicked off the recording. “What I don’t understand is why someone so talented doesn’t want to take credit for his work. You wrote that, didn’t you?”

“What do you want from me?” David said pointedly, folding his arms across his chest. “Sheet music to sell, or my autograph?”

“Just the truth. Who are you?” Krys asked. “Are you a famous musician?”

“I was once,” David said sadly, letting out a breath. “I was a lot of things once. But I’m not anymore.”

There was so much loss in his dark blue eyes. Krys stared into them, riveted.

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