@GoddessFish Book Tour: Shift Happens by J.C. McKenzie

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Andrea McNeilly’s job as a government agent is not asking questions, but then a routine assignment turns into a botched assassination of a Master Vampire’s human servant. Answers become a priority. Her search to discover the truth is riddled with obstacles, the largest being an oversized Werewolf who resembles a Norse god. Andy can’t afford the distraction he offers, because if she fails, she faces eternal enslavement.

Wick’s job is to monitor Andy, but he prefers more intimate activities, none of them G-Rated. His choices, however, are often not his own. His ability to help Andy is limited by his bond to the Master Vampire.

Facing many trials and challenges along her path to redemption, Andy learns the value of her freedom might be set too high.


Cover_ShiftHappens“Where’s your fera?”

My knees banged against the table and my right elbow broke my fall as I leapt across the desk—the injuries mere flea bites in comparison to what raged inside my head. There was no chance to consider the ramifications of my actions. I strained forward and ignored the pain from the machine straps and chords ripping off my skin.

Tucker’s soft neck squished between my hands. I increased the pressure. No norm asked about feras nowadays. None. Not if the valued their lives. Shifters had been the hardest hit after the Purge. Every dumbass redneck who owned a gun ran out and used feras for target practice. So many died in the first years of the purge that they nicknamed the time the Shifter Shankings. I’d been born in the middle of that turbulent time and always assumed my birth parents had been two of the casualties. Why else would I be put up for adoption?

I squeezed harder, enjoying how Tucker’s eyes bulged.

The door banged open and Agent Booth stepped in.

“Agent McNeilly stand down,” she commanded. “Release Agent Tucker.”

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Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

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Friday Flicks: Fifth Element Taxi Chase

Another favorite of mine – English and bad English!

Her Fierce Knight @MySexySaturday #MSS50


Welcome to Week 50 of My Sexy Saturday! Here is a little sexy snippet from my forthcoming fantasy romance, Her Fierce Knight releasing on August 28!

His mouth, so hot, landed on her neck as he kissed her. He kissed his way to the back of her ear and back down again. He kissed his way across her breasts that she so desperately wanted to be freed yet the damn dress held them right in place. He kissed his way up her chin to—finally—her lips.

And oh, gods, what a kiss that was. His searing mouth did not take his time as he had before. He took what he wanted, his mouth pillaging her. His tongue dueling with hers. She noticed then that he did not taste like wild berries and honeywine. He tasted like whiskey. Strong, sharp, tangy. Much like the taste in the back of her throat. They had shared the drink and now shared the kiss of passion.

Laerwen pulled him to her, all the sharp angles of his body thrusting against her. She was aware of his hips bones and his hard shaft as he rocked his hips against her. And her body responded in like as a moan bubbled up her throat.

Gods, what were they doing? This was insane and she had to stop.

But she couldn’t stop any more than she wanted to stop.

Finally, she broke her mouth away from his demanding one and turned her head. “Ainthas.” His name came out a breathy whisper.

But his mouth continued to taste her and kiss her and make her mind frazzled so much so she couldn’t think or form a coherent thought.

Friday Flicks: Armageddon

The husband and I have been introducing the pre-teen to all the cool action flicks of the 90s. This was a recent movie night at our house and one of my favorite scenes!

NEWS! New Series Coming Soon!

REALLY excited and happy to announce I SOLD! I’ve signed a contract for a new urban fantasy series called Dream Walker. The first book, Two Steps From Hell, is due out later this year from The Wild Rose Press. I’m especially excited about this new series because it’s something I’ve been working on for nearly two years and have been trying to sell for over a year. After several dozen rejections, I didn’t think it would ever find a home but I’m really glad it finally it. There are five books in the series. Book two, Blood and Bone, is currently underway.

But, you say, what’s it about? Well, I’ll tell you! Angels, demons, a kick-ass heroine, a hot homicide cop, a sexy messenger angel, action, adventure, holy relics, exotic places and lots of secrets. It’s a story about the ultimate good versus the ultimate evil. So stay tuned for the release date, cover reveal and teasers!

Here’s the blurb:

Zoë Cavanaugh—immortal dream walker, sleep therapist and occasional consultant in homicide investigations—that’s me. I stay under the radar and try to help others get rid of their nightmares.

Until a black-winged fallen angel insists I use my talents to find the Horn of Gabriel, one of the five Holy Relics. Even worse? His counterpart in Heaven, a messenger angel, wants to hire me for the same job.

Torn between good and evil, I’m trapped in my own nightmare uncovering a family prophecy claiming I’m the Keeper of the Holy Relics. Accepting that position means I accept my duty as the one—the only one—who can stop the coming war between two ultimate powers that can save or destroy mankind.

Can a girl get a break here? Now I must make the most important choice of my immortal life. Embrace my job as Keeper and secure the artifacts before Lucifer and his minions take them to Hell, or turn my back on Heaven’s angels and my destiny. Either way I’m pretty sure I’m screwed.

Release Date for Her Fierce Knight


I’m so excited. The final book in the Realm of Honor series, Her Fierce Knight, will be released August 28, 2014! So mark your calendars for release week because I’ll have all kinds of fun stuff happening here on the blog and over on Facebook.

To celebrate, here are the opening lines from the book. Enjoy!

Princess Laerwen emer’Aranhil Bloodfire stood on the dormant volcano and looked down into the ruin that was once her kingdom. Her gut clenched into a tight knot. The charred black earth still smoked from the recent fires. It still smelled of death. Homes had been burned to the ground. Some had stood centuries including that of the royal palace.

She had climbed this mountain numerous times as a child. She knew every handhold. Every foothold. Every nook and cranny. When things had gone to hell, the safest place for her—she knew—was here on the mountain. She’d paused halfway up to turn and watch the horror play out in front of her. Helpless, all she could do was wait for the sun to come up.

Now it had. The burning dawn revealed the loss of life and devastation.

Looking at the destruction below, one would expect such a result from a volcanic eruption. But the Hin’Dar Rhule had not exploded in thousands of years. This destruction was not from the lava that had once flowed. This was from the bloody Fomorians, a race they thought long imprisoned in the Sorrow Lands.

Laerwen wore the voluminous skirt and blouse, both bejeweled with shimmering stones against the red and green silken material, that she’d worn to the previous night’s ball. The matching sari was tossed over her shoulder, though she’d lost her veil somewhere in the fray. Glancing down at her attire, she seemed rather out of place in the aftermath of the attack. She jerked off the jewels on her head and flung them to the ground.

Hiram, her father’s advisor, trudged up the hill with a slow careful pace. He wasn’t as agile as he used to be and she was surprised he’d found her. His long cobalt tunic was smeared with a black streak of blood. The knees of his trousers had a mixture of blood and mud, as though he had knelt by someone’s side who might have been dying. His black hair stood in tufts about his dirt-smudged face. It was clear he had been running his long fingers through the thick locks over and over. Worry lines wrinkled his brow and around his mouth. Seeing it etched on his face so prominently did nothing for her nerves.

He paused next to her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. They stood together to survey their ruined realm. He emitted a little gasp of horror and she knew it was the first he’d seen it from this vantage point. It looked far worse from this distance than on the ground in the midst of it. Tension emanated off him in waves. Tension and distress and sorrow.

“So many lost.” He whispered the words, but she still heard.

“Aye.” It was the only response she could force past the lump in her throat. She swallowed it hard, regaining her composure. “How did you find me?”

“Every Fire Elf knows this is your favorite place when you want solitude.”

And here she thought it to be her secret place.

@Goddessfish Book Tour: Spirit of the Knight by Debbie Peterson

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I’m delighted to have Debbie as a guest today! She will be awarding one Art print, inspired by the novel, and signed by the artist and an ebook copy of Van Locken’s Witch and Shadow of the Witte Wieven (books one and two in the Wieven series to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Follow the tour by clicking the banner above!

Prize_Prayer for the FallenThank you so much Michelle, for inviting me to share your blog. I am excited to be here!

All right, Mizz (emphasis on the “mizz”) Peterson…just why did you chose to write your stories in the genre of paranormal romance, anyway?

With so many asking this question, I’ve had plenty of time to contemplate the answer. So what did I come up with? Well, I think it’s merely the culmination of all the books I have ever read and enjoyed over a lifetime of reading.

I can credit my mother who read to me from the earliest days of my childhood, as well as my third grade teacher, for instilling in me a love of books. In those days I loved reading fairy tales (ghosts, witches, warlocks, fairies…), the Nancy Drew series (adventure, mysteries…), and anything wherein a horse played a central part (always contemporary). As I grew a bit older my aunt introduced me to romance novels by suggesting I read Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. Not long thereafter I gravitated to novels written by Victoria Holt, Mary Stewart, and Daphne Du Maurier. From there I discovered and found myself enthralled with authors such as Johanna Lindsey and Kathleen Woodiwiss (books obviously historical in nature). Are you seeing the pattern?

So, when my husband (and he gets all of the credit) convinced me to pick up my pen and write the stories floating around inside my head, I discovered my present-day romances were all interwoven with elements of the paranormal, history, adventure, and a dash of mystery…go figure.

Now, I’m also quite certain I can blame my three ghostly romances on the influences of “Dark Shadows,” (the soap opera, not the movie) where–in a particular segment–the dashing Quentin Collins fell in love with the ghost of the lovely Daphne Harridge. I rooted for this couple, just as I did for the ghostly Captain Gregg and Mrs. Muir—both in the movie and the series. I also feel the need to mention the characters of the very mortal Jack Crawford and the ghost of Mary Plunkett in the movie comedy “High Spirits.”

I had to wonder how such a love as these could possibly end in a happily-ever-after. And if somehow it did, then my-oh-my, what a unique and special love it must be in order to overcome such impossible obstacles. With that idea in mind, I wrote Spirit of the Rebellion, published in 2012, Spirit of the Revolution, published in 2013, and Spirit of the Knight, now available on Kindle, with a world-wide release date of July 9th, in both print and E-book. For those who chose to read my books (and I truly hope you all do), rest assured, each story does indeed have a Happily-Ever-After ending!

I hope you enjoy reading them every bit as much as I did writing them!

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Cover_Spirit of the KnightBlurb:

She fell deeply in love with him in the early days of her childhood. And in return, she captured his heart the moment he first cast his gaze upon her…

Renowned artist, Mariah Jennings hired to paint a thirteenth-century Scottish castle, gets the shock of her life when she encounters the handsome knight who has dominated a lifetime of portraits and sketchbooks.

But Sir Cailen Braithnoch is no ordinary ghost, nor did he suffer an ordinary death. Magic of the blackest kind cast a pall over the knights centuries ago. As the ghost and his lady seek to unravel the paradox surrounding his death, black arts, otherworldly forces, and a jealous rival conspire against them.

Will those forces tear them apart, or is their love destined to last throughout the ages?


He tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “It wouldn’t have mattered. I didn’t know when I brewed it that you had already given your heart away. And of all th’ stupid, ridiculous things you could possibly do, you gave your heart to a ghost. I should have realized it from th’ beginning when I first laid eyes on your sketches. Therefore, my potion wouldn’t have had th’ desired effect.”

“And you think this new one will?”

“Och, without doubt.” He nodded his confidence. “This one will make you forget any of th’ knights ever existed. Do ye ken? All your memories of them will be gone in th’ mere blink of an eye.”

The arrogant tone roused her temper even further. “Just so you know—there’s not an herb, potion, or magic incantation powerful enough to erase Cailen from my heart. He’s possessed it far too long. You’re wasting your time.”

He shrugged. “We’ll see.”

Though she tried not to show it, Evan’s calm assurance scared her half to death. Her thoughts drifted to Cailen. Surely when he returned to the castle, he would move heaven and earth to find her. If she called out to him periodically, he would hear her. He could find her simply by following the sound of her voice—

“If you’re thinking your knight will rescue you, let me save you th’ trouble of hoping,” he said. “Cailen is not coming back.”

About the Author:

Debbie has always had a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, and happily ever after endings. Stories of love and make believe filled her head for as long as she can remember. However, it was her beloved husband who encouraged, cajoled and inspired her to take up a pen and write some of them down. Her journey to published author could fill quite a few pages. However, in June of 2010, she submitted her debut novel “Spirit of the Rebellion” to her wonderful, patient, editor at The Wild Rose Press and the rest is history. She now has five published novels to her credit.

When she is not busy conjuring her latest novel, Debbie spends time with the members of her very large family, within the lovely, arid deserts of southern Nevada. She also pursues her interests in family history, mythology, and all things ancient and historic.

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Friday Flicks: We are going to live on

Happy Independence Day

Friday Flicks: Interstellar

Here’s another movie I’m looking forward to this summer!

@Goddessfish Book Tour: The Fox’s Mask by Anna Frost



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Cover_TheFoxsMaskDemon hunter Akakiba keeps many secrets from his human companion. The fact he’s a werefox isn’t the worst one.

In feudal Japan, magic is dying. As a demon hunter, Akakiba finds this problematic. The evil he’s been trained to destroy is disappearing and, along with it, the shape-shifting abilities of the clan he left behind. With his only companion, a determined young human named Yuki, Akakiba traverses the country slaying demons and performing odd jobs.

But when an army of demon-possessed humans masses to exterminate his clan, Akakiba must put aside old feuds and protect his family–-all while hiding an important secret from Yuki. Will they find a way to defeat the demon possessed before it’s too late? With magic dwindling, will it matter either way?


Sometime later, the boy woke.

“I’m hungry,” he said shyly. “Are we there yet?”

“Do you want a rice cake, um, you?” Yuki blinked. “Uh, you never gave us your name.”

“I’m Taro, because I’m the firstborn in my family,” he explained as if they couldn’t figure out that a person named “eldest son” was likely to be the eldest son.

After discovering Taro’s name, they also discovered that once he was finished being awed into silence, it was very difficult to get him to stop talking.

“Why is your name Akakiba?” Taro asked. “Is it a warrior name?”

“No. It’s the name I was born with.”

“Why would your parents pick that name?”

“My father is named Kiba, the fang. My mother is Akahana, the red rose. They compromised with Akakiba, the red fang.”

“Oh. Do you always wear your swords?”


“Even when you sleep?”


“Even when you take a bath?”


There was an all-too-brief moment of silence before Taro asked another question. “Why is it the Fox clan and not the Dragon clan? Foxes don’t fight demons, dragons do.”

Yuki intervened, perhaps sensing Akakiba’s growing impatience. “Foxes fight demons too. Don’t you know the legend?”

“There’s no legend with fighting foxes,” Taro asserted.

“Is that so? Then I can’t tell you about it since it doesn’t exist…”

“Tell me!”

Yuki’s voice softened as he began. “A long time ago, when foxes were more than mere animals and possessed great powers, it wasn’t rare for them to take our likeness and live among us unseen. It so happened that a fox disguised as a beautiful lady fell in love with a strong and honorable samurai. They married and lived happily for a time.

“One day, a dog wandered into their garden and started chasing the fox lady. So afraid was she that she turned back into a fox and leaped to safety on top of a wall. Having witnessed the scene, the samurai begged her not to leave, swearing to love her forever even if she were a fox. She heard truth in his voice and returned to him. They had many children and lived happily for a time longer.

“In those days, demons were strong and cruel, and they despised foxes for their willingness to side with humanity against them. One such demon descended upon their home and killed the samurai before the fox lady’s eyes. In her anguish, she took up her husband’s sword and slew the monster.

“The fox lady’s sorrow was, however, too great to bear; a wasting sickness took her, and she was soon on her deathbed. Sensing her death approaching, she told her children that they were to become slayers of demons, for nothing else would allow her to rest in peace. Her children obeyed and founded the Fox clan to honor their mother. Ever since, the Fox clan’s warriors have been fighting demons wherever they can be found.”

Akakiba glanced at his friend with surprise. “I didn’t know you knew the legend.”

“I didn’t know it before. Someone in the village told the story during the festival. You should have told me. It’s interesting.”

Akakiba heard the unspoken reproach: You never tell me anything. But why should he? There was no need to speak of his clan. He himself hadn’t dealt with them in years, not since he rebelled, left the clan house, and found Yuki.

Taro spoke up. “But how did the fox lady know how to use a sword?”

Akakiba and Yuki sighed in unison. The road would be a long one.

About the Author:

Anna Frost is a Canadian girl who spends winters writing and dreaming of summer. An overdose of Japanese culture and media has led her to write fantasy inspired by Japanese mythology. In a shocking break with literary tradition, Anna does not live with cats. Instead she lives with chinchillas, which can be just as demanding and evil as cats.

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