Paws with a Cause Blog Hop

When I saw the sign up for this blog hop I jumped at the chance to be a part of it. Though I don’t have fur babies of my own, this organization serves a cause near and dear to my heart—the disabled. My son has autism, and many like him stand to benefit from the generosity of this charity and those who support it.

Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs. 

PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy.  Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some.  Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen.  PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.

Paws With A Cause

4646 South Division

Wayland, MI 49348

I’d love to hear about your fur babies or those you love who cope daily with a disability. I’ve always believed that we are all broken in some way, but the less broken have to take care of those who are more broken. My gift to all who comment this week will be an e-copy of my latest release entitled Blood Promise. So spread the word and become an advocate for the disabled. Info for Paws with a Cause is below. Enjoy the hop!

How to donate:

1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause

2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.  
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
5. Next it will ask you for your credit or debit card information. 
6. Then it will ask for your email address to send you a receipt. This is so that you can submit it for tax purposes.
7. Ta Da! Your all done making your donation. Now you need to contact Danielle to enter the giveaway.
8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating! 

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle recieves more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.
We will have 4 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have 2 huge boxes of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies and Bitten by Paranormal Romance for US residents only.
Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.  

FMB Author Promotions ~ Captivated by Sarah Makela

Paranormal Romance and Beyond is pleased to welcome Sarah Makela to the fold. Today, she's sharing an excerpt from Captivated.

Title: Captivated

Author: Sarah Mäkelä

Genre: Erotic Fantasy Romance, Paranormal

Publisher: Total-e-Bound Publishing

Format: Ebook

Length: 60 pages

Purchase: Total-e-Bound | Amazon | 

After her family was killed by a dark elf, mercenary Honora Butler’s purpose is the disposal of wicked faeries, elves, and other Unseelie beings, but she’ll find herself questioning her mission when she meets Brennan, a dark elf who doesn’t conform to what she believed his kind were like.

Brennan O’Niall doesn’t know what it is about Honora that makes him crave her, but he wants to find out. However, when she’s charged with the murder of a friend, he’ll have to discover the truth and decide just how much she means to him.

The Excerpt

Gritting her teeth, Honora Butler sneaked farther into the dark, snowy forest. Danger lurked within the shadows, and she would kill or be killed. Death didn’t intimidate her anymore. She knew it too well.

Everyone she’d loved had been taken from her.

Snow crunched beneath the soles of her knee-high leather boots. When she was young, the Mercenary Guild had taken her in. They’d seen her abilities and her determination. They’d trained her, given her a chance when she’d wanted only to die, and now she did what she bloody well could to make sure the dark beings of the Unseelie Court hurt no one else.

A horrified scream erupted ahead, beckoning her deeper into the forest. It had to have been caused by her prey. Picking up her pace, she pulled a throwing knife from its sheath. Her magic surged into the blade, filling it with power and making the metal white—hot.

The trees broke into a clearing. The cause of the cries stood in the dirt road. A woman cowered on the ground while a short, stocky man dressed in blood red with a matching hat sneered at her. He looked to be having far too good a time.

"I have a husband and kids. Please, don’t hurt me," the woman whimpered. "My master…he’ll—"

The Fear Dearg snorted and crossed his arms in front of him. He stared down his crooked nose at the terrified woman as if pondering what to do first.

Honora doubted the woman was in immediate danger. The Red Man mostly engaged in cruel pranks on those he sought, but that wouldn’t stop her from killing him. Her mission in life was to rid the world of malevolence.

She slid from the trees, taking one quiet step after another. "Na dean maggadh fum," she said. Those words, ‘do not mock me’, were the best chance she had to take him down without a problem.

The Fear Dearg jerked his gaze to Honora. His lips curled back into a snarl at the interruption. "So be it. Now go on. Get out of here. Can’t you see I’m busy?" He stared at her blankly, waiting. "What? You want my favour and prosperity? Wait for your turn."

Just like that, he returned his focus to the woman. He grabbed at her dress.

With a snap of her wrist, Honora sent the throwing knife sailing through the air. A wash of blood arced in a thick spray as the Fear Dearg collapsed, the knife lodged in his head.

Shrieking, the woman scurried backwards from the corpse. Her eyes were wide and horrified at the sight of the dead faerie. "What have you done?" she asked, glancing Honora’s way. Shaking her head, she picked up her large basket with foodstuffs that lay on its side. Most of the food had fallen out, but the woman didn’t bother gathering it. She took the basket, then ran off down the dirt road.

What had that been about?

Honora watched the woman until she disappeared around the curve of the path. She walked over to the dead Red Man then tugged her blade out of his skull. It came away easily, blood dripping off it in great crimson drops. She wiped it clean on his jacket before tucking the knife back in its sheath.

Her stomach rumbled. On the ground was an unsoiled loaf of bread from the woman’s fallen food. She stripped off her bloody gloves and crouched. She brushed off a few leaves then tore a piece from it and lifted it to her lips.

In the distance, she heard a faint noise like that of a large flock of birds beating their wings. That couldn’t be right. Birds weren’t typically active at night there. Yet the sound grew louder.

The sudden realisation of what it was punched her in the gut. She dropped the bread and raced after the woman. Honora needed to find the safety of shelter. She couldn’t be out here when the Sluagh—restless spirits of the dead—flew over. What they did was worse than death. They captured their victims’ souls.

Behind her, the cries became impossibly louder. She didn’t have much time at all. She had yet to spot any homes or places to hide and knew if she were spotted she would be connected with the murder of the Fear Dearg, and hunted. She wouldn’t be safe unless she found somewhere soon.

Chancing a look over her shoulder, she saw a horrible black mass darken the sky. Screams of their victims filled her ears then. They were close. She caught sight of an elegant manor off to the left.

Meet Sarah

Sarah Mäkelä lives in North Carolina with her husband and cats. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, computer and console games, and traveling all over the world. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, as well as the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers and the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapters. Find her online at www.sarahmakela.com.

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Tour Schedule for Captivated:

Feb. 21st- Coffee & A Book Anytime (Review)

Feb. 22nd- Free Erotica Books (Spotlight/Giveaway)

Feb. 25th- Simply Ali (Book Soundtrack/Giveaway)

Feb. 26th- Paranormal Romance Fans for Life (Guest Post/Giveaway)

Feb. 27th- HEA Romances With A Little Kick (Excerpt/Giveaway)

Feb. 27th- Kaidans Seduction (Guest Post/Giveaway)

Feb. 28th- Paranormal Romance and Beyond (Excerpt)

Mar. 1st- Full Moon Bites (Review/Giveaway)

FMB Author Promotions ~ Cover Reveal Deceived Part 3: Chloe's Revenge by Eve Carter

Paranormal Romance and Beyond is happy to reveal the cover for Deceived Part 3: Chloe's Revenge by Eve Carter.

Deceived Part 3 Chloe's Revenge by Eve Carter

Genre: Erotic Romance

Publisher: Carter Publishing House (Self-Published)

Format: Ebook

Length: approx. 130 pages

Release Date: March 15^th 2013

Book Description:

The steamy Deceived romance trilogy by Eve Carter, in the bestselling tradition of Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James and The Blackstone Affair by Raine Miller.

When Chloe Swanson, an innocent mid-western college graduate, lands her dream job in New York City, she doesn't realize what kind of a ride she's in for.

It doesn't take long before her boss, the charming and sharp businessman Patrick Collins, deceives her into being part of his plan to land the biggest account of his life.

However, he never expected that he would fall for her. Suddenly, he finds himself trapped between a ruthless billionaire client, who has her own eyes set on Patrick, and his deep affection for the beautiful Chloe.

What follows is a sensual and passionate journey of self-discovery, as Chloe faces the harsh reality of jealousy, love and money in the big city.

Stimulating, amusing and highly arousing, Deceived is a romance that will excite and titillate your senses.

Purchase Deceived Part 1 - New York: Amazon

Purchase Deceived Part 2 - Paris: Amazon

Tour Schedule for Deceived Part 3:

Feb. 28th

• Waiting on Sunday to Drown
• Tamara's One Stop Indie Shop
• Musings From An Addicted Reader
• Coffee & A Book Anytime
• Book Lovin' Mamas
• Free Erotica Books
• Paranormal Romance Fans for Life
• My Sexy Escapes
• HEARomances With A Little Kick
• Pink Fluffy Hearts: Diary of a Coffee Addict
• The Avid Reader
• Books to Light Your Fire
• Pure Textuality
• Fictional Candy
• YA Books of Witchcraft and Wizardry
• A Bibliophiles Thoughts on Books
• Simply Infatuated
• Queen of the Night Reviews 
• Sweet n' Sassi
• Unputdownable Books
• Kaidans Seduction
• Buffy's Ramblings
• whirlwindbooks
• Paranormal Romance and Beyond
• KY Bunnies Blog
• I am, Indeed
• Books & Tales
• Tana Rae Reads

Five Star Review For Blood Promise...

Blood Promise has been out a little over a week now. Last night I got a very unexpected surprise. Blood Promise received its first review and a five star no doubt. Only an author can understand how it feels to put so much of yourself into a project and to have someone truly connect to it.

http://www.paranormalromanceguild.com/reviewsashlynnelaynn.htm

FMB Author Promotions ~ Excerpt: The Summoner's Tale by Victoria Danann

Title: The Summoner's Tale

Series: The Order of the Black Swan #3

Author: Victoria Danann

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: 7th House

Format: Ebook

Length: 300 pages

Release Date: February 14^th, 2013

Purchase: Amazon

Book Description:

Coming Valentines' Day 2013

Book Three - The Summoner's Tale

Reading The Series In Order Highly Recommended.

A secret society, a witch, a psychic, vampires, modern day knights, heroes, elves, fae, assassins from another dimension, and fairytales come together where emotions intersect. Two souls, joined by a mystical bond, separated by distance, must simultaneously struggle through pain and darkness in an ultimate confrontation with character and an ultimate struggle for life proving that true love waits patiently through lifetimes and finds courage to survive. Even in the strangest places. Even when you're least expecting it. Even when you're far, far from home.

Excerpt:

CHAPTER ONE:

BLACK SWAN FIELD TRAINING MANUAL Section I: Chapter 1, #1

The plural of vampire is vampire.

When the rush of activity subsided, he found himself alone with his own thoughts; a condition that was more than familiar since he had spent hundreds of years that way. Without the distraction of his friends' banter, since his proposed staff had left Edinburgh, he had begun to see his task not just as a job, but as a mission, one immersed in the duality of joy and gravity.

He had never considered himself to be impatient. Quite the contrary, everything he had ever pursued in earnest, from painting to music to writing, had depended upon patience. But, his cognizance of the enormity of the burden he had accepted had grown over the past months and he had turned to brooding about the time that was passing.

Every day that nothing was accomplished was a day when more people had their humanity taken from them, another day when vampire remained imprisoned in bodies infected with the foulest disease imaginable, and, also, another day when people died.

The project was moving painfully slowly. Everyone who had originally been assigned to work with Baka was gone: married, retired, whatever. Everyone except Heaven - who had turned out to be anything but.

The large work space, intended for several people, seemed deserted with him alone most of the time. He worked from early in the morning till late at night, challenging both the hours in the day and the fact that he was one excruciatingly short-handed task force leader.

When Heaven was present, her moods ran the range of a shallow bell curve from disagreeable to surly to sullen. He admitted that he had provoked her on their first meeting, for reasons that were a mystery to him. Something about her instantly put him on edge and made him feel anxious.

Even though that feeling persisted, he had attempted to make amends so that they could work together amicably. To no avail. She was prickly to the core, spurning every effort on his part to develop a rudimentary standard of civility. She behaved as if simple courtesy was more than she could manage which meant that "nice" was a goal way too distant.

He not only had to work with a person who detested his very presence, but, adding insult to injury, it seemed he couldn't shake an inexplicably strong attraction to her. He found himself staring at the curve of her cheek with her head bowed over work. Or the shine of her chestnut hair when she walked through a ray of light. Or the way her lips pursed whenever he gave her something to do. It was damned aggravating.

To make matters worse, he seemed to have lost interest in pursuing other women.

At exactly fifteen after five she double checked her wristwatch, closed an open folder, rose, pushed her arms into her sweater jacket, put her purse on her shoulder and, like every other day, walked out of the office without saying goodnight.

He perpetually struggled to concentrate because the space seemed to vibrate with a low level, but annoying irritation when she was there. It was stand to reason that he would be glad to see her gather her things and go, but, in fact, he hated it even more when she left. He heaved a big sigh. Fuck me.

Baka had been a person with a well-developed sense of morality, and a well-functioning conscience before he became a vampire. During the last hundred years of life as a vampire, having survived long enough to blessedly recover his understanding of right and wrong, he had voluntarily turned himself into The Order and served as "consultant" voluntarily consuming only artificial sustenance.

No. He had never been short on conscience. And that conscience was rubbing a hole in his brain telling him that it would be wrong to simply sit at a desk and plan a strategy on paper while, at the same time, doing nothing. So, keeping his own counsel, for better or worse, he determined that he would continue to work as a bureaucrat during the day, but would spend his nights - at least part of them - looking for others he might help back to the light.

He had worked with Monq at Jefferson Unit labs to develop a delivery solution. Taking a page from the methodology of the late Gautier Nibelung, they had decided that the safest and most effective approach would be dart gun. Each dart was outfitted with a tiny canister that would puncture on impact releasing a formula that was part stun and part cure. The proper dose of stun solution had been determined by tests on Baka himself. So he knew it worked. First hand. Obviously vampire must be incapacitated while the viral antidote works. As medicinal remedies go, it is fast working, but not instant. There is a delay of two to four hours between introduction to the system and complete reversal of the disease, depending upon the age and constitution of the individual.

His plan wasn't perfect. It depended on encountering one vampire at a time and extracting him, while paralyzed, without engaging other vampire. Tricky, but the alternative was waiting for a task force to be vetted, assembled, and trained. And waiting was the one thing he couldn't manage. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done, but, hell, he'd had a long life.

           To his advantage, he still had certain attributes that were extra human. Not like comic book heroes. More like human plus. No one knew if these benefits would fade away over time, but, for now, he was a little stronger, a little faster, and could see in the dark a little better than most people. All traits very useful for vampire hunting.

It just so happened that he found his assigned base of operations in prime territory that qualified as a vampire magnet on all counts. In Edinburgh's Old Town there was a large pedestrian population that came out at night and it was built on top of an underground system that was not utilized to any extent that would interfere with the needs of vampire. All this was literally in sight of his office - five minutes' walk away.

In a darkly poetic way, it was fitting that vampire would thrive in Edinburgh's underground city which consisted of a system of tunnels, caverns, and cells cut into the much softer sandstone under the rock that the above-ground Old Town is built upon. It's a place with grisly history where thousands of hapless poor lived in darkness, packed together without sanitation and with the vilest of criminals. Plague victims were not removed and buried or burned, but just sealed in their cells.

Modern day Ghost Tours offer a shallow excursion - shallow because individuals don't want to stay in the underground very long. Words like "creepy" are frequently used even by hard-core insensitives. That leaves miles of maze for a vampire haven.

Baka had been a vampire long enough to know all about how they think. He knew that the days of the Beltane festival would be a gorge fest for vampire. The Royal Mile, just over the heads of vampire living in the Underground, would be crowded with visitors to the city, visitors intent on celebration and revelry, danger being the last thing on their minds. It would be a blessing to vampire in the original sense of the word which was bloodletting; when, as a rite of passage, young pagans would stand in a pit under a grate where a bull was sacrificed and bathe in the blood that fell.

So Baka finished his day, went to dinner alone, and slowly savored every bite of his of actual food. Afterward, driven by a heartfelt desire to do some good in the world, he pulled on a pair of cargo pants and equipped the dozen pockets with two dart guns and as many canisters as he could carry without being slowed down. He descended the stairs to the main foyer wondering if, even partial redemption for a long life of misdeeds, is possible. The fact that he was not accountable for that infamous history should have given him some peace of absolution. But didn't. He said good evening to the doorman and headed out into the night.  

About the Author:

Though works of fiction are a departure for me, I have had this series simmering on the back burner of my mind for years, but time is at a premium. In addition to authoring and illustrating Seasons of the Witch and writing course work for Seasons in Avalon, I play Classic Rock music and manage Houston’s premier variety and R&B band.

This series will include some of my education in the paranormal and fictionalized anecdotes from my journals during the years when I was a practicing “metaphysician”, but most of the material is fantasy – of course.

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Guest Author Series: Cyndi Harris

Today, I'm pleased to have new author Cyndi Harris on Paranormal Romance and Beyond. Cyndi is the author of  the newly released Heart of a Stripper. Tantalizing, right? The cover alone gives me chills. So, give a big PRaB welcome to Cyndi.

The Interview:

Where are you from? Tell us a little about yourself.

Cyndi: I’m a Jersey Girl!

What made you want to be an author?

Cyndi: My love I had for reading at an early age started it. I would always figure out the books before getting to the end, or come up with even better things that should’ve happened in the book, but didn’t. That prompted me to try my own formulas on paper.

What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least?

Cyndi: I love coming up with my own characters and sharing them with others. I love the reactions I receive, even if they aren’t things I want to hear haha. What I like least is killing a loveable character or getting hung up on naming them lol.

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?

Cyndi: I definitely don’t plan! When planning I get stuck more for some reason, so I let the story lead me. I never stay on the same path from beginning to end. The story just flows out on its own as if it has its own mind.

What influences your writing? And why?

Cyndi: When I pick up a great book, and see it's the same thing I have ideas for, it drives me to work harder at my craft. I want to have others pick up my work and love it.nswer: When I pick up a great book, and see it's the same thing I have ideas for, it drives me to work harder at my craft. I want to have others pick up my work and love it.

Name one thing readers don’t know about you.

Cyndi: I love to be scared.

Are love scenes easy/difficult for you to write?

Cyndi: Very easy! I can’t wait to do them because I love to tease during my books. So, when it does happen it’s well deserved.

Do you have another career besides writing? What is it?

Cyndi: Full time chef, maid, personal assistant, and nurse! In other words, I’m a mom lol

What hobbies do you enjoy when not writing?

Cyndi: I love to curl up to a good scary movie.

If you could be any supernatural creature, what would it be and why?

Cyndi: I’d have to go for a vampire. Not the new age vamps either. I mean early adaptations of vampires. I’ve loved them since I was young. They get to sleep in, stay up all night, have mind control, and can manipulate their form to be another person or being. Besides that, they love hard. So why not?!

If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?

Cyndi: NEVER give up! No matter how many doors shut in your face, push forward. All the greats had to fight for their spot and you should too!

Do you have any future project that we can look for?

Cyndi: Yes, definitely! I have my next book in editing phase as we speak. This one will be the first in a series; it's going to be Paranormal Romance fiction. So stay tuned!! I'll be glad to reveal the cover here if you’ll have me.

Tell us more about Heart of a Stripper.

Cyndi: I came up with the story idea a few years ago, I want to say in 2008. It was just an idea, but nothing I ever wrote down, but needless to say it stuck with me. It came from me crushing on a celebrity who is 13 yrs my senior lol. (He sure doesn't look it lol) Anyway, that's where the age gap ties in, but I didn't want my guy to be too much older than her. So, doing research, I saw the youngest principal was 26. I thought going for 25 would be better to cut down the age gap more.

As far as the teacher student idea, that was just an element that presented itself. I thought hey, it would be cool if instead of just a somewhat older guy, let’s throw them in a different element. But as I said, I never wrote it down. It just floated in my head for a few years, until now. I felt like it needed to be shown the light of day.

“The love that lasts the longest is the love that can never be.”

For twenty-two year old Mitchell McCallister, that statement never seemed true. Finding the woman he loved happened in a snap, or so he thought. That was, until he found a connection with someone else, in a place he least expected. One kiss was all it took to keep him breathless and wanting more, but falling for a stripper he would never see again seemed foolish.

Being abandoned by her mother and living with her alcoholic father, Nevaeh Sky never really knew what it meant to feel wanted. Moving to a new town still wouldn’t change that, right? Waltzing into the office as a senior transfer to her new high school, Nevaeh is bemused to find the very mysterious stranger who was too shy to make a move on her at her new job. Having Mitchell as her new principal, she’s sure it will cause more harm than good.

With an impending marriage, Mitchell struggles to keep his distance from Nevaeh, until he finds her beaten and bloody on the school steps. Taking her in and learning her secrets, the explosive forbidden attraction between them leaves Mitchell wavering; not only with her, but in his own life. Determined to save her from the life she’s chosen, Mitchell has no idea his world will never be the same again.

But will saving Nevaeh be worth destroying everything he’s worked so hard for?

A tasty excerpt from Heart of a Stripper

Nevaeh walked into the apartment she shared with her dad, and saw him staring at the TV. They locked eyes briefly as she stood by the door, before closing it. She was surprised to find him awake that time of day, in the afternoon. Sucking in a breath, she started to walk past him to her room. He was wearing a white tank top and blue shorts with white socks. His hair was rough and he had a beard to match. Of course, there was a can of beer in his hand, and she was sure he was drunk.

“Where the hell you been?” he grumbled, in a husky voice.

“School.” She said, sarcastically as she slipped between him and the TV.

“You’re in my way!” he shouted throwing the beer can at her.

She dodged it, and it hit the flat screen TV that she brought a few days ago. On impact, the beer splattered all over the screen. That enraged him and he shot to his feet.

“Look what you did, bitch!!” he shouted.

“Sorry, I didn’t let it hit me.” She said cynically, yet hurt by his words.

“Clean that shit up now! And after that, cook me dinner.” He ordered staring over at her.

“I’m not your wife dad.” She Cyndied.

“What did you say to me?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

Swallowing hard, she shook her head.

“Nothing, dad.” She sighed walking towards her room.

“Get back here and clean my damn TV!” he shouted.

“I have homework!” she shouted back, as she sat her book bag on her bed.

Her room was tiny, but she was working on making it look cozy. So far, she had a twin sized bed and had decorated her walls somewhat. Closing her room door, she pulled out her text and notebooks before sitting down. Not too soon after, he door swung open and her dad was standing there, more than irate.

“Don’t sit there and act like you’re smart.” He barked. “You’re not good for anything but lying on your back.”

Nevaeh looked up to him as she gripped the pen she had in her hand. She fought back tears as he kept tearing into her, chipping away more and more of her soul.

“You’re a whore just like your mother. Don’t think I don’t know that you sneak out of the house. You’re never going to amount to anything but a slut.” He bit.

“You don’t know anything about me.” She whispered.

“I know plenty.” He insisted. “You think making a little money from selling your body is going to help you? You’ll never amount to anything just like your mother.” He growled.

Where can readers find more about your stories, books and you on the Internet?

Website: http://angryprincess.weebly.com/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17253708-heart-of-a-stripper

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AngryPrincess23

Blog: http://romanceauthorcyndiharris.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/YourFantasy

Now for my fast five:

Angels or Demons? Demons

Vampires or werewolves? Vampires

Coffee or Chocolate? Definitely Chocolate

Early Morning or Late Night? Late Night

E-book or Paperback?  E-Book

Buy Cyndi’s Books at:

AMAZON   SMASHWORDS

Dare I say this experience has been educational to say the least. Good luck with the new release, Cyndi, and thanks for appearing on PRaB. Come back to visit us again!