IN. LOVE.

It’s Archer, in art format. And I’m. In. Love.

Thank you thank you THANK YOU to cover artist Kanaxa, who can not get more awesome.  Look at what she’s given us:

Archer has a grim future ahead of him. Accused of betraying the Bloodhound Guild once, his only chance at regaining the trust of his fellow hounds is to earn their respect, one dangerous job at a time. Crystal Springs may be the worst yet. The town has been deserted by all but the poor and the desperate, but the vampires stalking the edges of the settlement haven’t closed for the kill.  Now Archer has to figure out why.

Someone is clearly hiding secrets, and no one has more of them than Grace Linwood.  A professional liar, she’s been masquerading as a border schoolteacher for so long she’s almost fallen for her own con.  The frontier was supposed to be her chance at a respectable life, but now the cowardly part of her wants to flee.  When Archer catches her considering a run for safety, she knows it’s only a matter of time until he sees through her charade.

Both in search of atonement, they become allies in the quest to uncover the mysteries of Crystal Springs. But every knot they unravel ties them closer together.  Grace soothes a hunger Archer didn’t know he had.  Archer awakes a passion Grace didn’t know she wanted.  They both know their pasts are too shattered for a hopeful future—until their investigation uncovers a secret about the Bloodhound Guild.  One that could make betraying the Guild the only path to redemption.        

I’m so excited I’m dancing! It’s a sleepy sort of dance, but dancing all the same.

Length: Story | Rating: Erotic | Publisher: Reissued Backlist
Themes: Werewolves, Hot Techies, Erotica, Werewolves in Heat

FREE AT BARNES & NOBLE
FREE AT ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS
(epub, pdf & mobi/prc formats available)

For those of you who may not know about the series, we recently reissued them with new covers at a reduced price.  Each story is a stand alone erotic story about a paranormal character with a supernatural sex problem meeting the person who can help them fix it.  They’re short, they’re dirty, they’re occasionally campy, but they’re always edged with a little bit of romance and end happily-for-now.

So if you’d like to try something short, sweet & spicy, have a free taste.

This is a random picture of my fluffy cat. He spent the week at the vet and I was sad, but now he’s home and I am happy! Wheeee!

With that out of the way…I’ve got winners, yes I do!

Winners of a copy of Ghosts of Boyfriends Past by Vivi Andrews:

1) Beverly @ The Wormhole
2) Laura Surgenor
3) Mikaela
4) Susan
5) Belinda Wolf-Whitaker

Winners of a copy of Wilder’s Mate or an eARC of Hunter’s Prey:

1) Mary Jo
2) Tracey D
3) Myranda
4) Catydid
5) JJ

No need to do anything, winners. I’ll be contacting you with your prizes over the next few days! 

It’s BLOODHOUNDS time again!  Wooohooo!

Sarah at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books called Wilder’s Mate a ” steampunk erotic paranormal wild west romance” and I think that describes the series as well as anything.  It’s a little lighter on the steampunk and heavier on the paranormal, but there’s no skimping on the erotic or the wild west.

So! Having said that, now I’m offering review copies and holding a contest!

Reviewers: you can fill out the form below to request a review copy of either book.
Readers: you can leave a comment to be entered to win your choice – a copy of Wilder’s Mate or an eARC of Hunter’s Prey.

More about the books…

Book One: Wilder’s Mate
Blogger Cheat Sheet | General Book Page | Good Reads Listing
* Digital Release Date: March 8th, 2011 (ISBN: 978-1-60928-380-3)
* Print Release: (As Shadowed Moon) Spring 2013

Wilder Harding is a bloodhound, created by the Guild to hunt down and kill vampires on America’s frontier. His enhanced abilities come with a high price: on the full moon, he becomes capable of savagery beyond telling, while the new moon brings a sexual hunger that borders on madness.

Rescuing a weapons inventor from undead kidnappers is just another assignment, though one with an added complication–keeping his hands off the man’s pretty young apprentice, who insists on tagging along.

At odds with polite society, Satira’s only constant has been the aging weapons inventor who treats her like a daughter. She isn’t going to trust Wilder with Nathaniel’s life, not when the Guild might decide the old man isn’t worth saving. Besides, if there’s one thing she’s learned, it’s that brains are more important than brawn.

As the search stretches far longer than Wilder planned, he finds himself fighting against time. If Satira is still at his side when the new moon comes, nothing will stop him from claiming her. Worse, she seems all too willing. If their passion unlocks the beast inside, no one will be safe. Not even the man they’re fighting to save.

Warning: This book contains a crude, gun-slinging, vampire-hunting hero who howls at the full moon and a smart, stubborn heroine who invents mad-scientist weapons. Also included: wild frontier adventures, brothels, danger, betrayal and a good dose of wicked loving in an alternate Wild West.

Book Two: Hunter’s Prey
Blogger Cheat Sheet | General Book Page | Good Reads Listing
* Digital Release Date: March, 2012 (ISBN: 978-1-60928-575-3)
* Print Release: (As Shadowed Moon) Spring 2013

Having survived the violence of his first full moon out of a cage, Hunter isn’t looking forward to his first new moon. Ophelia offers to be the woman who sates his needs during the three long days of sexual fury, but he can’t abide the thought of hurting her in a state of mindless lust. Especially since she longs to settle into a respectable life, and his needs are anything but respectable.

Their mutual goal is simple: avoid entanglements. It’s a solid plan, at least until a vampire drug lord and a couple of nosy Guild representatives force them to work together to defend their friends and everything they hold dear–including each other.

Warning: Contains a mostly feral, vampire-hunting hero and a tough survivor of a heroine whose retired-hooker heart is more steel than gold. Also included: dangerous frontier intrigue, fancy brothels, mad-scientist weapons and a good dose of wicked loving in an alternate Wild West.

BLOODHOUNDS CONTEST!

If you’re not a reviewer but you’d like to enter to win a book, all you have to do to enter is leave a comment below.  Just tell us which of the two books you want to be entered to win! We’ll be picking winners of the contest by random drawing this weekend and announcing them on the blog next week.  Review copies will go out as quickly as I can process the requests. 

So how about some snippets from two upcoming works, Merrick’s Destiny (February 12th – story) and Hunter’s Prey (March 6th – category novel).

Merrick’s Destiny
Bloodhounds #1.5
http://www.moirarogers.com/merricks-destiny

She’d be safe enough there, so Merrick jabbed the tip of his thumb. It took only a few drops of blood on the markings for magic to zip through him, a low level hum that left a sick emptiness in its wake.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

The gears inside the door turned with a squeal of complaint, but he ignored the sound and pondered the gnawing void in his gut. It grew as he focused on it, grew until he tore open the front door, dispelling the last of the magic.

Death.

He hit his knees with a choked noise, his fingers twitching. Aching, like they’d twist into claws any second. Death throbbed in his skull, the pressing weight of the undead coming from every direction.

He heard Paralee’s soft, bare footsteps behind him. “Merrick, there’s a—oh God, are you all right?” Her hand slid over his back as she knelt beside him.

“The door—” He reached for it blindly, his hand spasming around the wood. “Close it. Now.”

She complied immediately, slamming it shut with a clang. “What happened?”

The press of death remained. Only the wards had blocked it out, and Merrick struggled to his feet. He fumbled until his bleeding hand hit the right spot, and magic flared, sealing the outpost against the outside.

Paralee’s face swam into focus. He inhaled her scent, hoping to steady himself. “Vampires. More bloodsuckers than I’ve ever felt before in my life. They must be sleeping in the caves around us in every damn direction.”

Hunter’s Prey
Bloodhounds #2
http://www.moirarogers.com/hunters-prey

When Sylvie had gone, Ophelia approached the full-length mirror beside the bed. Her hair was a mess, so she pulled the pins and shook it free. For a moment, she considered undressing and slipping into one of the extra gowns from the wardrobe. But they bore Sylvie’s scent, not her own, and there was no way to know how Hunter would react.

She exhaled a curse along with her sigh. She never should have let him leave the house, not after the violent way he’d reacted to Archer speaking of her. If Hunter had hurt Sylvie, it would have been Ophelia’s fault for not pressing him to face the truth.

Like it or not, he wanted her.

She laid her hand against the bathroom door, then knocked softly. “Hunter? It’s me.”

The sound of pacing footsteps gave way to harsh breaths, each one a seeming effort. “Ophelia?”

She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the wood. “Open the door, honey.”

Something thumped against the wall to her right. A fist, maybe, or Hunter’s body. His snarl was low and rough. “I don’t want her. I won’t take her.”

“She’s gone. It’s just us now.”

Hesitation. She could almost taste his suspicion in the heavy silence between them. Then the lock clicked and the door edged open, revealing a glimpse of his bare chest and wild hair hanging over stormy blue eyes. “Just us?”

She could give him words, gentle and reassuring. Instead, she reached through the open door and trailed her hand down the center of his chest. “Come out, Hunter.”

The door vanished, thrown open with such force it bounced against the inside wall. But he was already there, falling on her like a bird streaking from the sky. He gripped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her hair as he forced her body over his other arm in a vulnerable arc.

For an endless moment he only stared at her, breath whistling through his teeth as the heat of him wrapped around her. “Say yes.” Not a command. A shaking plea.

It didn’t matter that she already had. All that mattered was this moment, and him knowing he wasn’t demanding something she didn’t want to give. “Yes.”

He swallowed the word with a rough kiss that laid claim to more than her body, and for more than the new moon. His teeth closed on her lip with a growl, only to be replaced by his tongue, stroking in an imperious demand for entry.

She opened her mouth with a shudder, her head spinning. It was only a kiss, full of more hunger than skill, but her body responded with a shaky need she hadn’t anticipated.

That was when she knew. Hunter had been lying to himself, but so had she.

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Wheeee!  We are settling in for a lot of Bloodhound-y fun this spring and summer.  Archer’s Lady, the third Bloodhound book, will be out in July.  Growly, vampire hunting beastmen are swinging from the rafters.  (Do you know how noisy that is?)

Reviewers–if you missed Wilder’s Mate the first time around and want to give it a try, or would like a review copy of Hunter’s Prey, they’ve both been added to the Review List!

HAMMER DOWN – Children of the Undying #2
Buy Links: Samhain Publishing, Amazon, Barnes & Noble

While the tattered remains of humanity huddle underground, hiding in their virtual world, Devi prefers living topside, making dangerous hauls through the demon-infested wasteland earth has become. The wealth that comes from smuggling supplies to those shunned as summoner-born or demon-touched doesn’t hurt, either.

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No lie, y’all. I love this book. Not that I don’t love everything we write, but this book is always going to be special to me.  I loved writing in this world, but maybe most especially I loved the chance to play with virtual reality.  Maybe because it was a chance to let my characters enjoy the same giddy joy I get to have every day that I get to write.  It’s a magical thing, getting to invent entirely new worlds with nothing but your brain and a keyboard.

And if you haven’t caught the contest, we’re giving away some ereaders and fun stuff in honor of the book release today.  So check it out:

I will leave y’all with a wicked excerpt from Hammer Down.

EXCERPT FROM HAMMER DOWN
(not entirely safe for work)

“It shouldn’t matter.” His voice grated, suddenly angry. “God damn it, it shouldn’t fucking matter. You shouldn’t matter.”

It hurt, even though she understood the sentiment perfectly. “Thanks.”

He snarled again and covered the space between them in two long strides, crowding her against the wall. His hands slapped the wall on either side of her head, but he didn’t touch her. “Liar. Or are you going to tell me you want me to matter?”

She opened her mouth to give him a kind lie, to tell him he didn’t matter in the least, not to her. “No. I wish I didn’t give a damn about you.”

“You don’t. You don’t know me.” He pressed closer, nothing but hard muscle and heat stretched out against her. “We both got it bad, sweetheart. If you want to take me for a ride and get it out of your system, I’m game.”

“I bet you are.” He’d obviously given the matter some thought, which was more than she was capable of at the moment. Her body had gone into sensory overdrive, cataloguing every bit of tactile information it could gather about him.

And it wasn’t enough. She wanted to know what he tasted like, mouth and skin. Whether she could find softness anywhere on his body, or if he was all hard. There was only one way to find those answers, so she lifted her hands to his shoulders and pushed, testing his strength.

He didn’t budge. His lips curved into that wicked smile she’d first seen at the Pit Stop, and his hands skated down to grasp her hips. One quick jerk lifted her off the ground, onto his solid, muscular thigh, and he crushed his mouth to hers.

Heat blazed through Devi. Nothing, not even the way she’d spent the last few days craving him, had prepared her for the way she reacted to what should have been a simple kiss. His tongue touched hers and her knees went weak, leaving her grinding down on his leg. He knew how to take a woman’s mouth with single-minded determination, waging all-out war on her defenses. His thigh began to move against her, and he matched the thrusts of his tongue to that slow, deadly rock.

Devi jerked her mouth from his with a gasp. “Harder.”

“Bossy.” He bit her lower lip, and his chuckle rolled over her. “You want something, you take it.” He fit his mouth to hers again as his rough fingers curled around the back of her neck.

He liked being in control, but so did she. When she rocked against him this time, she dropped her hand and caressed the hard ridge of his cock in time with her body’s movements.

She swallowed his hissing moan, and a heartbeat later he snatched up her wrist and pinned it against the wall. “If that’s how you want to play…” He moved his other hand from her hip to her ass, dragging her into his next grinding thrust.

A little creative wiggling put her legs on either side of his, and she arched off the wall. She wanted to play, so badly that once wouldn’t be enough. She’d fuck him fast, round off the sharp edge of hunger twisting her belly. Then she could take her time, learn all those things she couldn’t leave without knowing.

He groaned, a rumbling noise that was half pleasure, half something darker, but he let her wiggle as he lowered his lips to her ear. “Impatient, aren’t you? Do you usually fuck men who roll onto their backs for you?”

“Sometimes.” She moved her hips once more, and a bolt of pleasure shuddered through her. Anticipation prickled over her skin and tightened her nipples.

“Lazy bastards. Not that I wouldn’t let you ride me, sweetheart.” He squeezed her ass. “But not until I’d had my fingers between your thighs. I bet you bite when you come.”

The mental picture his words painted was intoxicating. “And you like the thought of my teeth on your skin.”

“Depends on where you sink ’em.” He worked a hand between their bodies, his knuckles skimming the edge of her pants. “Where would you let me sink mine?”

“I’m not nearly so picky.” Flip, easy words, handy for hiding how deeply his touch shook her. “Bite me wherever you want.”

“That’d be just about everywhere.” His fingertips were hot as they grazed her bare skin. Rough breaths fell against her cheek, almost panting, proof that he wasn’t nearly as unaffected as his cocky, casual tone implied. “Fuck, I wanted to do you slow, but I’m losing my damn mind. Can’t think about anything but being inside you.” He traced his tongue around the shell of her ear and proved the words with a low groan.

The wet trace of his tongue made her hands clench in his shirt, and the fabric ripped a little. “Shit, sorry. Take it off.”

A rough denial as his fingers jerked at her pants. “If you weren’t wearing these, I’d be fucking you already.”

Devi bit his jaw. “You’d be fucking me already if you didn’t talk so much.”

“And I’m talking—” He froze, his hand halfway into her pants, and cursed as his gaze jerked to the door.

She heard it a second later, pounding footsteps coming down the hallway. Zel backed away and eased her to the floor. She wanted to withdraw, smooth her hair and take a moment to compose herself, but there could be trouble. If there was, it was likely to affect her crew.

So she jerked open the door as Cache skidded to a stop outside of it. “What happened?”

Cache couldn’t hear her words, but she apparently had no trouble interpreting her meaning. Her fingers flew, three quick gestures in a row. Tanner. Guard. Fight.

“Fuck.” Devi grabbed her vest and shrugged into it with a quick glance at Zel. “Tanner’s found trouble. A fight with a guard.”

He swore and jerked his shirt back into place, seemingly oblivious to Cache’s too-curious appraisal. Devi turned back and signed to Cache. Where?

Cache pointed behind her, toward the hallway that led to the main common area and the tunnel to the rest of the compound.

Zel appeared at Devi’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere in the compound…” She scrubbed her hands over her face. The last thing they could afford after Cache’s potential snooping was violence. “We have to stop it. Come on.”

She didn’t wait for him to follow, too preoccupied by the knowledge that they were heading into a fight that likely involved more than one halfblood. The same demon heritage that made them such fierce warriors also gave them enhanced senses.

She had Zel’s scent all over her, and vice versa. Which meant that, in very short order, the complications Zel had wanted to avoid would come crashing down around them.

The Whats & Whys

This week celebrates the first full novel release in the Children of the Undying series.  Hammer Down involves the meeting of two strong people–a mercenary heroine who leads her own trucker crew, and a half-demon hero who leads an outcast settlement.

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Instead of holding a boring contest on our blog, we decided it was time for another knock-down bare-fisted brawl.  You get to choose the side you’d rather belong to and tell everyone who disagrees with you how very wrong they are.  (And they are wrong.  They are so wrong, they won’t even know how wrong until you tell them! Which you must. Often!)

And the grand prizes for this epic brawl pitting  friend against friend?

That’s right!  We’ll be picking one lucky warrior from each team to win their choice of a kindle touch, a nook simple touch or a kobo touch.  So how do you get in on this brawl?

The Hows

Step One: Bloggers/Authors/Journalers Only

Declare your side! At the end of this post, you’ll find information about each team along with graphics and disclaimer text to create your own fighting post.  You don’t have to have read the books to participate–all you have to do is pick a side!

Important: Once you’ve made your post, come back here and leave a comment with a link. That’s important for step two! Because we’re going to be sending a lot of people your way.

Step Two: Everyone

FIGHT! As posts are made declaring for one team or the other, I’ll be updating the master list of battlegrounds on this post.  You enter to win by commenting on those posts–not by commenting here.  Go to the people supporting your team and tell them how right they are.  Go to the people supporting the opposite team and point out the obvious flaws in their logic.  (Make up reasons. There’s no fact checking in war!)

Every comment on one of our participating bloggers’ posts will count as one entry.  At the end of January, I’ll add up the number of comments on each post and use that to randomly draw one winning comment from each team.  The person who left the comment wins their choice of the ereader prizes, and the blogger who posted the winning comment gets a $50 gift certificate to Amazon or Barnes & Noble as a reward for hosting a good fight.

Participating Blogs

Visit any (or all!) of the blogs below and leave a comment! Each blog you visit & comment on gives you another entry for the kindle, and you’ll get to explore a little more of the blogging community while you’re at it!

Team Trucker

1. Book Recommendations
2. Fiction Vixen
3. Wicked Little Pixie
4. The Book Binge
5. ParanormalCityGirl
6. My World
7. Dark Haven Book Reviews
8. Sadie Hart
9. RhiReading
10. …join the fight!

Team Outcast

1. The Book Pushers
2. Book Lovers Inc
3. Novel Thoughts
4. Reading the Paranormal
5. Smexybooks
6. Paranormal Haven
7. Under the Covers
8. A Hidden Haven
9. My Odd Little World
10. The Wormhole
11. Firestar Books
12. …join the fight!

More About the Teams

Need more information before you pick a side?  How about a little idea of who you’ll be siding with.

Devi: Devi is third-generation trucker and a human citizen in good standing. Human leaders pay her well to brave demon attacks while hauling goods between cities. Outcasts pay her even more to accept off-books trade missions. She’s loyal to her people, but fully capable of throwing you to the demons if you threaten those she cares about.

Juliet: Don’t even bother, macho men of the world. Her guns are bigger than yours, and she can use them. Juliet’s never come across a firearm she couldn’t master, and she’s seen her share. As Devi’s resident weapons expert, she’s at the front of any battle–and is usually the one to end it. Okay, maybe she has a secret in her past…but what mercenary doesn’t have secrets?

Tanner: Speaking of secrets… Tanner is the original man of mystery. He came from a mysterious training outpost in the southwest. He sometimes speaks Spanish. He could kill you with dental floss, if you have enough credits to find some dental floss after the apocalypse. Ladies, he’s a flirt. Feel free to ask him his sign–just don’t ask why he’s inhumanly fast.

Cache: One bad run-in with a demon can ruin your whole day. Cache lost her access to the human world when she was declared demon-tainted and lost her hearing when a back-alley doctor botched her network chip replacement, but she hasn’t let either setback stop her. If you get on her bad side she might just hack your brain. She can do that, you know.

Shane: Shane might not be able to hack your brain, but he could build you a new one out of wires and circuit boards. If it runs on electricity, Shane can build it, fix it or enhance. The city offered him a posh job, but a serious case of claustrophobia drove him to choose open-if-demon-infested freedom of the road over a life underground.

Zel: With a mother strong-willed enough to escape a demon’s clutches and a step-father capable enough to hold together an outcast enclave, Zel was raised to leadership. It’s too bad his demon nature is more suited to savagery than statesmanship. He’ll lead his people because it’s his duty, but he’d rather be punching someone in the face. Repeatedly.

Hailey: Hailey’s mother could summon demons. Her father was demon-spawn. She’s one of the first generation of hybrids, humans with strong demon and summoner blood mixing in their veins to create magical ability. Or, in her case, psychic ability. Hailey knows if you’ve been bad or good, and will make you regret it if you try to lie to her.

Lorenzo: Some halfblood demons are fighters. Some are lovers. Then there’s Lorenzo. Technically he’s only half-incubus, but that hasn’t stopped him from being 100% irresistible to women and men alike. He’s also the iron fist that will crush any halfblood caught using magic to cross the line between seduction and coercion.

Trip: Being mostly human doesn’t make you powerless–not when you’re a world class hacker in a network-dependent world. Whether it’s security, communication or entertainment, he’s the final word on computing in virtual reality among the outcasts. If you’re really nice to him, he might share his stash of pre-apocalypse music and movies, too.

Jai: Most halfblood outcasts were born to human women who escaped demons. Jai’s halfblood mother worshiped them as gods. There are probably more comfortable places to grow up than a demon hunting camp–Sparta and Hell being among them–but Jai has done his best to adjust to a life with human rules, even if he’s more demon than man.

Headers & Disclaimers for Bloggers

Here’s everything you need to make your own post.  Feel free to copy any images, covers or biographies that you want to use to make your point!  Your post should contain one of the header images, the disclaimer text (including the link back to this post, please, so they have access to the rules!), and any arguments you’d like to make about why you’d choose to be on Team Outcast or Team Trucker.

This post is part of Moira Rogers’s Post-Apocalyptic Trucker vs Outcast Showdown. A comment on this post will enter you to win your choice of a NOOK Simple Touch, or a Kindle Touch or Kobo Touch with special offers. For rules, details on more ways to enter or information on how to pick your own side, visit the contest page at Moira Rogers’s website.

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Rules & Disclaimers

1) Replying to this post does NOT constitute an entry. Comments on participating blogs are the only comments that will be considered. 2) Contest ends January 31st, 2012. 3) No purchase necessary to enter, void where prohibited, odds of winning dependent on number of entries. 5) Winners will be drawn between February 1st and February 14th, and prizes will be awarded in the form of gift-certificates to applicable outlets. No substitutions.

And now we get to reissue them with new covers at affordable prices, and that makes me super excited!  Wheeeee!  (Because of their length–30-35 pages each–and the fact that they’re backlist reissues, we settled on $0.99 each.)

Hope y’all are enjoying the last few days of 2011. Look out 2012!

This post was originally posted at Eliza Gayle’s Demon & Magic Mixer. I’ve reposted it here because I have received a few questions about the Children of the Undying series, and I think this sums up the content in the books fairly well.

As a writer, sometimes you have an idea and you know what it’s going to be. A paranormal romance. An urban fantasy. A romantic suspense. A mystery.

Donna and I almost never know what our books are going to be.

Our Southern Arcana series straddles the line between Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy. Our Bloodhounds series mixes Weird West Alternate History with borderline Erotic Paranormal Romance and just a hint of Steampunk. And our new series, Children of the Undying…

#1) Spicy Romance

The intro novella, Demon Bait, and the first novel, Hammer Down, both contain no holds barred loving between halfblood demons and women brave enough to take them on.

#2) The Apocalypse

#3) Demons & Magic

#4) Virtual Reality

#5) Truckers

So there you have it!

Spicy paranormal romance with a demon apocalypse, a side of virtual reality, and some badass truckers. What genre should we call it? We’re not entirely sure either. What we do know is that it was a ton of fun to write, and we can’t wait to share it with the world.

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We’re going to be running some fun contests to celebrate the release of Hammer Down during the first week in January.  There will be ereader giveaways galore, ebook prizes falling from the rafters and lots of general chaos.

But I’m going to put up a couple ARCs of Hammer Down today!  If you’d like to read the book early, leave a comment and let me know which aspect of the series you find most interesting! Winners will be chosen at the end of the week.

EDIT: Sorry, to be clear, this is a digital ARC. I try to remember to disclaim that every time, but sometimes I forget!