Tuesday, April 17, 2018

When A Vamp Falls


When A Vamp Falls

War of Blood and Bonds

Book One


Danya Evans’s normal everyday life is turned upside down when one good deed lands her on the opposite end of fangs. The fangs happen to be attached to the sexiest man she’s ever seen.

She knows that she should stay away from the vampire who almost kills her, but everything about Ramsey calls out to her heart and soul.

Ramsey Moreau, a Vampire who has walked Earth for thousands of years has two regrets. The first is underestimating the two new vampires who’ve found their way into New Orleans and the second is stealing blood from the trusting human he can't get off his mind. His world is mundane to say the least, but when Danya is around he finds a reason to live and love again.

He'll stop at nothing to keep her safe from harm—even go to war to protect the one he loves.


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Read an excerpt:
The door opened.
Ramsey stared in awe at the beautiful woman in the doorway. Danya’s dark hair hung past her shoulders. Her bangs were severely cut above her eyebrows. Generous lashes framed vibrant green eyes. He’d thought that he’d imagined how pretty she was. But no, she was even prettier.
While he looked at her, drinking the sight of her in, she however, startled, screamed, then tried to slam the door in his face. A well-placed foot stopped her before she could.

“You. You.” She grunted as she pressed her body against the other side of the door.
When that didn’t work she kicked at his foot, trying to dislodge it. “No. No. No. You aren’t real.”
He glanced down at his body. “I’m very much real, sweetheart.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “This is all a figment of my imagination. I am delusional. This is a symptom of anemia. One. Two. Three.” She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes again.
He gave her a wicked smile. “Still here.”
Danya screamed.
Ramsey cupped his hand over her mouth and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her body close to his. She smelled of vanilla and brown sugar. He leaned in to take another languidly whiff. Delectable.
She opened her eyes wide, and panic was behind them. He didn’t allow himself time to enjoy how her soft body was against his. He had to get her back inside before she had everyone on her floor spilling into the hallway to see what all the commotion was about.
Ramsey walked her back into her room and used his foot to kick the door closed behind them. He stopped only when her back was pressed against the wall. She shook with terror.
First attack her. Then scare her to death. Perfect.
A sharp pain hit his palm. He pulled away from her mouth to see the red bite mark. “You bit me.” Her bite didn’t do any damage, and the pain was gone already. His body worked quickly to make the repair. It was confusion that made him pull away. He hadn’t expected that.

Another pain, worse, like lightning, hit his groin. He doubled over and backed away.
Being kneed in the balls felt the same whether he were human or vampire. It hurt like hell. “Why did you do that?” he asked in disbelief.
The scared woman that she’d been just moments before was gone, replaced by spit and hellfire. She balled her fists and took a step forward to kick him in his chin. He’d let her beauty distract him but recovered quickly and caught her bare foot mid-air and pushed it, slamming her back against the wall. Before she could react, he was against her body again and in her face.
“Why. Are. You. Trying. To. Hurt. Me?” His nose was less than an inch from hers.
Her stare turned icy. “Because. You’re. Trying. To. Hurt. Me.” She punched his sides then winced. “Ouch. What the hell are you made of? Steel?”
“Dammit. Stop that.” He pinned her hands above her head.
She wiggled in vain, doing nothing but making his body react to hers. He lifted her arms higher, raising her to her tiptoes. She tried to knee him again, but he blocked her by maneuvering his hip and sliding his leg between hers.
He tried to ignore her warm heat spreading over his thigh. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
She stopped struggling long enough to glare at him. “Really? What do you call this or what you did last night?”
He let out a curse. “If I let you go do you promise not to attack me again?”
“Sure.”
He didn’t believe her. “I only came to make sure that you had recovered from last night. I didn’t mean to take as much blood as I did.”
“Everyone thinks that I’m crazy because of you.”
“And for that I apologize.” She relaxed a little. “So can I let you go now?” He really wanted to keep her where she was, pinned against him, and take her. And if he didn’t create space between them that’s exactly what he would’ve done.
She gave a short nod.
He let go of her hands and stepped away and kept going until he was against the wall, giving them both space. He needed it so that his cock would go down, and she needed it so that she wouldn’t feel threatened anymore. He also wanted to put room between his balls and her knees.
“You bit me,” she said again. “Why? I was just trying to help you.”
“And you did, by giving me your blood.”
She held up a finger. “Let’s make things clear. I didn’t give you anything. You took it.”
Yeah, that sounded about right. Hearing her say it made him feel even worse. “If I had asked?”
“The answered would’ve been no.”
“It was a life or death situation. Without you I wouldn’t be standing here now.”
She snorted. “And that’s a good thing?”
“That I’m alive? I should think so.”
“Alive and coming back to finish what you started?”
He raised a questioning eyebrow.
She pointed to her neck. “To kill me.”
“I hardly have intentions to kill you.”
She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. She looked causal, even relaxed, but
her muscles were tight. She was getting ready for a fight.
“Thank you for saving me.”
“I could’ve died. You left me with a hemoglobin of 4.4!” Then she pulled her eyebrows together in thought. “What is it supposed to be normally?” she mumbled.
“Humans should have a hemoglobin of—”
“I’m not asking you, mister,” she snapped.
“Ramsey Moreau.”
“Huh?”
“That’s my name.” She clenched her jaws. He let out a light chuckle. “Nice to meet you,
Danya Evans.”
She took a step to the side, sliding further away from him. “How do you know my name?”
He winked, giving her a devious smile. “I heard your conversations with the officers last night.”
“Creep much?”
“Sometimes.”
“And I suppose that you couldn’t have found it in your heart to corroborate my story to save me from the humiliation of being labeled crazy?”
“Ah, no.” She cursed under her breath and kicked at the carpet. “But if you would let me,
I’d like to make it up to you.”
She turned her head. “And how could you do that? You can’t give me my blood back.
The transfusions took care of that.”
“I want to take you out to eat.” That hadn’t been his plan, but suddenly he didn’t want to leave her. Yet.



About A.M. Griffin:


A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She's a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

For more information please visit www.amgriffinbooks.com




Thursday, June 15, 2017

Possessed by Him ~ Jacey Holbrand



Hey folks! Today I'm happy to announce that I finally have another story out! It's called Possessed by Him and is the first book in a new series: Helldorado Mongrels MC. But first a little about me...


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Jacey Holbrand believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.
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This story is the first book in my series called Helldorado Mongrels MC. The series follows different immortal shifter families, a couple of humans, and the quest for stolen gold. It takes place in southern Nevada. I’ve been toying with the idea for this series for the past few years after catching an episode of Haunted Highway on Syfy regarding the Hellhounds of Eldorado Canyon.

In book one, Possessed by Him, two human brothers are returning to the canyon where, as teenagers, they had a frightening experience in a gold mine when confronted with wolves. Cameron, one of the heroes of this story, also can’t stop thinking of a man who’s been invading his dreams for years since the incident and is surprised when he comes face to face with him in the flesh.

Cameron and dream man, Gabe, are hitting it off and the trip is going pretty well until Cameron is kidnapped by a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC.

Want to know what happens when Cameron finds out the guy he’s super attracted to is an immortal wolf shifter and if he escapes the Mongrels? Well, you’ll just have to read the book now, won’t you? *wink*


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Forced to return to a place of childhood trauma, Cameron Russell fears he’ll have to confront the specter of the past once again. Instead, he comes face to face with the man of his dreams. Literally.

Unbeknownst to Cameron, Gabriel Dyson would do anything to help his human mate realize his destiny, including playing savior and invading Cameron’s dreams. When they finally meet face to face, all seems to go well. Then a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC kidnaps Cameron, putting Cameron in mortal danger again.

While restrained, Cameron is told a fantastical story of werewolves, which has to be myth…right? Yet memories flare to life—visions of bites and kisses—making him question everything about Gabe.

Can Cameron and Gabe’s cosmic connection, their choices, and their love surpass the secrets Gabe has and the Mongrels’ evil plans?

Be Warned: m/m sex, anal sex, outdoor sex, language, violence

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Cameron rubbed his clammy hands against thighs and took a deep breath.

The handsome man strode forward, his hand outstretched. “Hello. I’m Gabe, the tour guide.”

Holy shit. His eyes are sexy. Bedroom like. Almost wolfish. The way I’ve always dreamt them.

“Cameron.” He accepted Gabe’s handshake, and when their skin made contact, a sharp, electric sensation zapped Cameron hard.

An acrid, burning scent filled Cameron’s nose. The smell reminded him of the time his platoon had been out in the field for a training exercise during a rainy season. Lightning had struck close by the camp. Too near for comfort. All the men had complained about the ozone stink.

Had he been hit by a random bolt? A peek at the sky revealed not a cloud in sight. He took another lungful of air. Slowly the burnt fragrance interchanged with a faint pleasant smell. He could barely make it out, but it kind of reminded him of the holidays.

What he perceived as reality seemed to morph, bringing the time in his youth when he’d first seen the man at the campfire to touch upon the present moment where the man, Gabe, now stood. Once again, Cameron couldn’t help feeling like they were connected in some kind of cosmic way and that he knew the man who stood before him. Knew all his loves and hates, his quirks, the way the man would look at him with a dark and sultry, passion-filled gaze after they made love. Feeling like something clicked into place within him, it was as if Cameron had found a piece of his soul that he hadn’t realized was missing.

Just like I felt years ago. But how couldGabe be him?

The whole situation struck him as being uncanny, but so right at the same time.

Well said, Mate. The inner voice sounded like Gabe’s.

Cameron’s heart skipped a beat at the unbidden thought that popped into his head. Fighting the lust coiling within him and trying to calm his heart so it wouldn’t bang out of his chest, he reluctantly released Gabe’s hand.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Cameron.” Gabe smiled.

There’s that grin I love. Cameron could have sworn the world slipped away and just the two of them were left. Him, alone with a stranger who wasn’t a stranger. He wanted to believe he stood before the love of his life, but he needed hard, tangible proof Gabe was who Cameron hoped he was. Not just some mystical, wishful thinking or facial expressions anyone could offer.

“Same,” Cameron managed to croak, then he cocked his head. Maybe if he played it cool and poked around with the right questions, he could figure out what the hell was going on. “We’ve met before, haven’t we? I feel I’ve seen you somewhere, like we already know each other.”

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Love & blessings to all!
Jacey

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Breaking Bad: 14 Tales of Lawless Love


Breaking Bad: 14 Tales of Lawless Love

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Blurb:
Nice guys finish first, said no one ever. But we guarantee you’ll finish this collection filled with dark and dangerous alphas who obey no one, play by their own rules, and least of all allow anything to come between them and what they desire most. Download these 14 tales of Lawless Love and you’ll never look at thieves, hit men, bounty hunters or ex-cons the same way again. Break bad and our sexy-as-sin bad boys will steal your heart.

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Star Crossed by Koko Brown
Some people are born bad…again and again, and again

Sleeping With The Enemy by LaQuette
When sleeping with the enemy, hate becomes their addiction, and love... a complicated distraction they can’t afford

Indebted by Author Sharon C. Cooper
Even when he does good, he’s bad.

Notorious by @CaitlinDaire
He says he's not guilty, but he might be the death of me anyway...

Bad Things, Good Killers by SW Frank
He thought he buried the past; but one woman won’t rest until he’s paid the debt for his sins.

Dangerously Theirs by A. M. Griffin
She thinks she can outsmart the law, but can she outrun the bounty hunters who want to claim more than the reward for her capture?

Hideout by Billy London
Rae can hide from everyone out for her blood but she can't escape what she's done.

Drive Her by Bridget Midway
There’s no honor among thieves and con artists, and no rest for the wicked, but can there be love?

His for the Taking by Nia K. Foxx
When the lines are blurred it’s hard to distinguish between the good, bad and predators.

Debt Collector’s Due by Shyla Colt
He’ll collect what he’s owed at any cost.

Rectified by Author - Xyla Turner
His lifestyle wasn’t fit for a queen and only one dead man stood between them.

One Hit by Victoria Smith
He’s her new neighbor and she’s curious. She’s his new neighbor and well... he wants a taste.

Burned by Eve Vaughn


Mistaken Identity by Theodora Taylor

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Valentine's Day Blog Hop



Hank’s Justice

Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 14, 2017



Blurb:

Justice needs to start afresh someplace her abusive ex can’t find or hurt her and her son anymore. Just her luck to be stranded in Scenic Falls, Montana where, instead of being faceless people in the big city, they stick out like sore thumbs. Being so conspicuous and drawing everyone’s attention, especially that of hot cattle rancher, Hank, means they can’t stay. No matter how much it feels like home.

Hank was born, raised, and plans to die in Scenic Falls. What he doesn’t need is to obsess over the city woman who’s come to town and no doubt would soon move on. Then Justice becomes his live-in cook and bookkeeper and, despite knowing she has secrets she won’t share, Hank realizes he’ll do anything to make her stay in the small town, and with him. That is, until Justice’s past comes calling, threatening everything.

Including their lives.


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Excerpt:
Justice studied the worn menu. What she really wanted was a nice, juicy, medium-well-done steak with a side of scrambled eggs. Her stomach groaned with just the thought of it. She saw the price, fifteen dollars. That wasn’t a lot of money, but her funds were rapidly depleting. They were still saying at the bed and breakfast and, at sixty-nine dollars a night for the past two months, had taken up a hefty chunk of her money. Luckily Abigale provided breakfast every morning and even though she wasn’t obligated to, cooked dinner every night except the weekends.

Justice also had to spend money on new clothes. Well, not new-new, but new to her. She’d gotten them from a secondhand shop for a bargain, but money was spent just the same. All in all she only had a little over three thousand dollars left.

What she needed was a job.

But a job meant setting down roots. Which meant supplying her driver’s license and social security number. Both were a way for Tyler to find her and TJ. She’d known that this was inevitable, but she was sure that the ten thousand dollars she’d taken from Tyler’s safe would’ve been enough to support her and TJ a little while longer. She’d wanted to get the extra five thousand from her own savings account but waiting until the bank opened in the morning hadn’t been an option at the time.

If she was feeling lucky, she could go to the bank here in town and withdrawal money from her account. But she wasn’t feeling that lucky. Tyler had access to her bank account and would see on the statement exactly where she’d withdrawn the money from. Nope. Not an option.

“Um, water with lemon and a side of toast please.” Her stomach grumbled in protest. Tonight was not one of the nights when Abigale cooked dinner, but she would survive until the morning.

“Water and toast?” Madeline frowned. “That’s not a healthy lunch.”

Justice stored the menus back in their spot. “I had a large breakfast. Abigale makes sure of it.”

That seemed to please Madeline, because the frown dropped from her face. “I can attest to that. Abbie sure loves to cook breakfast. That’s one of the reasons she started her B&B in the first place.” Madeline stuffed her notepad in her pocket. “And of course chocolate milk for the young man here.”

“Yes!” TJ beamed.

“TJ, don’t yell. These good people want to eat in peace and quiet.”

“He’s not bothering anyone,” came a low voice from the booth behind theirs.

That was the only invitation that TJ needed to pop up from his knees and press his stomach against the back of his seat to stare at the man. “Hi, my name is TJ.”

The man adjusted in his seat to look at TJ. “Nice to meet you, sir.” He held out a hand and shook TJ’s.

“He’s my son,” Justice interrupted.

The man tilted his head at her. He had brown hair, with streaks of blond, curling around his ears. Dark-green eyes that seemed to smile. Full lips and stubble around his mouth and chin and on his cheeks gave him that rustic look. Like everyone else in this town, there was a little twang to his accent. And when he smiled at TJ, two dimples appeared in his cheeks.

“Hank, do you need anything else?” Madeline asked him.

Hank released TJ’s hand. “Nope. I’m good. I’m about to head back to work. Been gone long enough now.”

Madeline let out a snort and walked away.

“TJ, turn back around. Let the nice man finish his meal,” Justice said.

“He’s fine,” Hank said. “Not bothering anyone.”

Justice could’ve kept her gaze on Hank forever, but she lowered her eyes. That didn’t matter because his image seemed as though it was burned within her mind.

“I’m getting chicken nuggets,” TJ explained.

“So I heard. You like them, huh?”

“Mm mm mm.” TJ said, while rubbing his stomach.

“That’s enough now.” Justice said. Even though he’d said TJ wasn’t bothering anyone, Justice wanted him to mind his business just the same. TJ liked to talk to everyone about everything and before he started talking about his father and Brooklyn, Justice wanted him to stop. “Turn around and sit.” She reached into her bag to retrieve the coloring book and crayons that she’d gotten used to keeping on her.

“Ma’am, I said—”

“I know what you said. But it’s still rude.” She placed the items on the table and TJ turned and sat. Justice blew out a silent breath. TJ liked to talk, but he liked to color even more.

Hank got up from his seat with a red cap in hand. Justice tried not to look at his face. She talked about rudeness, but she really had been the rude one. He hadn’t done anything to her and her tone had been less than friendly.

“Good bye, little man,” he said. “And have a nice day, Miss.”

She still didn’t look at him. Guilt made her look at his booted feet. “You too.”

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A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

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Sunday, December 18, 2016

Shifter Claimed

Dark Wolf Enterprises


Shifter Claimed

Paranormal Romance

Totally Bound Publishing


Blurb:

The big break Trudy Hollander’s small accounting firm needs has finally arrived, but unfortunately it comes with murder, mayhem and Kristof Farkas, a man she just can’t seem to resist. Even worse, Kristof is the CFO of Dark Wolf Enterprises—the one person who can pull the plug on the job that will take her company to the next level.
Then there are the assassins who can jump from three stories up and still be able to run away…
Kristof has no intention of giving in to his inner wolf and claiming Trudy. She’s human. Too fragile to withstand being a shifter’s mate. But the need to protect her is stronger than his resolve, and his desire is more powerful yet. He’ll fight with everything he has to keep her safe, both from those who would hurt her, and from himself.

Excerpt:
     She was going to die. There was a man-wolf killer outside and a pilot-kidnapper in here.
     Another glance outside and Kristof stood, as a man, watching her. A naked man. A wonderfully naked man.
     She shook her head.
     Wolf-beast. That’s what he is.
     “Trudy. Open the hatch. I’m coming back up,” he yelled out to her.
     Was she supposed to let him back in? He hadn’t said anything about that.
     She chewed on her lower lip, waiting for an answer she couldn’t think of. If she opened the door, would he attack her? Was he a rabid beast who couldn’t control himself?
     She shook her head. “No. You said not to open the hatch.”
     “I meant don’t open the hatch for them.”
     “Since I know your secret, are you going to kill me now?”
     “Don’t be silly. It’s cold out here. Open the hatch.”
     Should I let him back in?
     “Are the pilots still alive?” he asked.
     Her gaze shot back to the cockpit. “Yes. But not for long,” she yelled, loud enough for the pilots to hear.
     “I’m naked and it’s about thirty degrees out here. Can you please let me in?”
     “Wh-what about your super-human heating abilities? Aren’t you supposed to be so hot that’d you’d melt snow?”
     He cocked his head to the side. “This is not some young adult story about Wolf-Shifters and sparkly Vampires. I’m freezing my ass off.”
     “If he kills me, I’m going to be so pissed,” she mumbled to herself.
      With the gun trained on the cockpit, she slowly walked to the hatch. There, she unlocked it and opened the door for him.
     Kristof jumped and grasped the edge of the plane. With a grunt, he hauled himself up and through the opening. His body was streaked with blood. He looked…deadly.
     She startled and fell back. She aimed the gun at him. “Don’t hurt me.”
     “Trudy, darling.”
     She stared at him. “Y-yes.”
     “If you’re going to shoot me, I’d rather you aim for my head and get it over with quickly.”
     Her gaze followed the path of her aim.
     Aw shit.
     “My other head,” he said softly.
     Trudy dropped her jaw and she stared at him—all of him. He was big, thick and swinging gloriously in front of her.

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Friday, November 25, 2016

Color of Love Blog Hop


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Meet Toni and Ahmad, one-time lovers who are getting their second chance at love.


Excerpt:
Toni flicked her gaze from her phone to the man standing above her with every intention of telling him the same thing she’d told the others. As soon as she looked up, her heart seized on a beat and her breath formed a lump in her throat. Toni not only stared at who was possibly the finest man she’d ever seen in her life, but also one she hadn’t seen in eleven years.
Ahmad Espen.
A vision of the last time he’d talked to her flashed across her mind and was just what she needed to close her gaping mouth and firm her back. She stared back at him, waiting for…for what exactly? For him to mention what had happened between them? For him to apologize?
He smiled down at her, flashing bright white teeth. “I’m sorry to disturb you, miss. But I saw you sitting all alone back here and thought you could use some company.”
Miss? Company?
She didn’t know if she should be mad or glad. He didn’t seem to recognize her. On one hand, she didn’t have to relive the embarrassment but on the other, he’d dismissed their last encounter, while she’d held onto it for all these years.
“I-I’m…um. I don’t need company.” Did she just stutter? She wanted to slap a hand across her forehead. She gripped her cell phone tightly to stop herself from doing just that and making a bigger fool of herself.
When she’d been a freshman in college and he’d been the sexy and worldly junior, she’d had the same reaction—stumbling, bumbling idiot. Get it together, Toni. She wasn’t a green little girl anymore.
“Well, if you don’t want me to sit with you, can I have this dance?”
If she were any other woman at the party, she would’ve gladly jumped up and taken him up on his offer. But while everyone knew Ahmad as an African-American motivational speaker who’d sprung onto the scene five years before, attracting more followers to his ‘black community self-help’ doctrine, Toni knew him as a promiscuous, rowdy fraternity boy. While Toni admired his topic, the man behind the words often left a bad taste in her mouth. Every time she saw him on television talking about his main agenda, the state of the African American community and the need to revitalize and energize the younger generation, she couldn’t help but remember how he’d treated her. “Why?”
He took a quick glance around. “You’re the only person not on the dance floor or mingling.”
She smiled up at him like she’d done to the other men. Everyone else in the room could worship at his feet. They thought he was so great, so perfect. “No, thank you. I’m watching the drinks and purses,” she said, but what she really wanted to tell him was to go to hell.
The emotion on his face quickly went from enamored to confused. “All I’m asking for is one dance.”
She’d once given him a dance and she’d let that go to her head and let him sweet talk her into his twin-sized bed. Well, there hadn’t really been that much sweet talking involved, it hadn’t been needed. She would’ve gone with him even if he’d recited the alphabet. “I’m not much of a dancer.” The lie quickly fell from her mouth.
“Sooo.” He motioned his hand through the air. “You’re at a singles mingle—dance party, I might add—and you can’t dance?”
As she shook her head, her hair bounced around her face. “No, I can’t. Not a lick.”
“So, that’s your excuse for turning down everyone who asked you to dance?”
She peered straight into his eyes. “Yes.” It was a good thing that she’d long gotten over wanting to poke his eyes out with a rusty fork because he was in arm’s reach and there was a fork, albeit not rusty, on her table.


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    Wednesday, June 22, 2016

    On These Pages

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    Book Title: On These Pages Author: AM Griffin Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: June 21, 2016 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
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    She’s a widow. He’s a reformed player. One passionate night changes them both forever. Toni Harrison isn’t buying anything Ahmad Espen is selling. Everyone considers him the savior of the African American community but she knows him as a heartless player and plans to steer clear of him. The only problem is her sister and Ahmad’s brother are smitten with each other and despite Toni’s attempts otherwise, she constantly finds herself in Ahmad’s presence. Ahmad understands why Toni is wary of him, but he’s a totally different man from the boy she knew in college. Now he’s determined to push past all her defenses to gain her trust. When he finally does, one passionate night with her confirms she’s the perfect woman for him. Yet it seems there’s no fairy-tale ending for them, as Ahmad and Toni find out the hard way. Someone is out to destroy their relationship, along with Ahmad’s good name and Toni’s privacy. Once more Toni has good reason to distance herself from Ahmad, since he blames her for the whole mess. Heartbroken again, she walks away, and by the time he comes to his senses, he realizes it may well be too late to rewrite their love story to give it a happy ending.
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    Toni flicked her gaze from her phone to the man standing above her with every intention of telling him the same thing she’d told the others. As soon as she looked up, her heart seized on a beat and her breath formed a lump in her throat. Toni not only stared at who was possibly the finest man she’d ever seen in her life, but also one she hadn’t seen in eleven years. Ahmad Espen. A vision of the last time he’d talked to her flashed across her mind and was just what she needed to close her gaping mouth and firm her back. She stared back at him, waiting for…for what exactly? For him to mention what had happened between them? For him to apologize? He smiled down at her, flashing bright white teeth. “I’m sorry to disturb you, miss. But I saw you sitting all alone back here and thought you could use some company.” Miss? Company? She didn’t know if she should be mad or glad. He didn’t seem to recognize her. On one hand, she didn’t have to relive the embarrassment but on the other, he’d dismissed their last encounter, while she’d held onto it for all these years. “I-I’m…um. I don’t need company.” Did she just stutter? She wanted to slap a hand across her forehead. She gripped her cell phone tightly to stop herself from doing just that and making a bigger fool of herself. When she’d been a freshman in college and he’d been the sexy and worldly junior, she’d had the same reaction—stumbling, bumbling idiot. Get it together, Toni. She wasn’t a green little girl anymore. “Well, if you don’t want me to sit with you, can I have this dance?” If she were any other woman at the party, she would’ve gladly jumped up and taken him up on his offer. But while everyone knew Ahmad as an African-American motivational speaker who’d sprung onto the scene five years before, attracting more followers to his ‘black community self-help’ doctrine, Toni knew him as a promiscuous, rowdy fraternity boy. While Toni admired his topic, the man behind the words often left a bad taste in her mouth. Every time she saw him on television talking about his main agenda, the state of the African American community and the need to revitalize and energize the younger generation, she couldn’t help but remember how he’d treated her. “Why?” He took a quick glance around. “You’re the only person not on the dance floor or mingling.” She smiled up at him like she’d done to the other men. Everyone else in the room could worship at his feet. They thought he was so great, so perfect. “No, thank you. I’m watching the drinks and purses,” she said, but what she really wanted to tell him was to go to hell. The emotion on his face quickly went from enamored to confused. “All I’m asking for is one dance.” She’d once given him a dance and she’d let that go to her head and let him sweet talk her into his twin-sized bed. Well, there hadn’t really been that much sweet talking involved, it hadn’t been needed. She would’ve gone with him even if he’d recited the alphabet. “I’m not much of a dancer.” The lie quickly fell from her mouth. “Sooo.” He motioned his hand through the air. “You’re at a singles mingle—dance party, I might add—and you can’t dance?” As she shook her head, her hair bounced around her face. “No, I can’t. Not a lick.” “So, that’s your excuse for turning down everyone who asked you to dance?” She peered straight into his eyes. “Yes.” It was a good thing that she’d long gotten over wanting to poke his eyes out with a rusty fork because he was in arm’s reach and there was a fork, albeit not rusty, on her table.
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    A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
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    Sunday, May 15, 2016

    Summer Titles!! NEW RELEASES

    Hey ya'll,

    I've been a busy bee. (look at me being all productive and shit). I have 3 new releases coming up and of course I'm waiting until the last minute to get my stuff together. Scheduling tweets, putting together newsletters, reaching out to book tour companies and writing this blog post takes time. Probably 'tis why I always wait until the last second and then run around like a crazy person trying to pull everything together.

    This life tho, I wouldn't change it for the world.

    Behold! My new lovelies!


    On These Pages
    https://www.amazon.com/These-Pages-M-Griffin-ebook/dp/B01FHTXHEO?ie=UTF8&keywords=On%20these%20pages%2C%20am%20griffin&qid=1463335519&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1
     
    Contemporary Romance
    Totally Bound Publishing
    June 21, 2016


    She’s a widow. He’s a reformed player. One passionate night changes them both forever.

    Toni Harrison isn’t buying anything Ahmad Espen is selling. Everyone considers him the savior of the African American community but she knows him as a heartless player and plans to steer clear of him. The only problem is her sister and Ahmad’s brother are smitten with each other and despite Toni’s attempts otherwise, she constantly finds herself in Ahmad’s presence.
    Ahmad understands why Toni is wary of him, but he’s a totally different man from the boy she knew in college. Now he’s determined to push past all her defenses to gain her trust. When he finally does, one passionate night with her confirms she’s the perfect woman for him.
    Yet it seems there’s no fairy-tale ending for them, as Ahmad and Toni find out the hard way. Someone is out to destroy their relationship, along with Ahmad’s good name and Toni’s privacy. Once more Toni has good reason to distance herself from Ahmad, since he blames her for the whole mess. Heartbroken again, she walks away, and by the time he comes to his senses, he realizes it may well be too late to rewrite their love story to give it a happy ending.

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    Once A Thief, Always A Thief
    The Undercity Chronicles of Babylonia Jones, P.I. (#3)
     
    Urban Fantasy
    Three Twenty-One, LLC
    July 19, 2016
     
    I’ve solved cases for the most powerful Vampire in the Undercity and for the Lycan Alpha, proving my worth as a PI. Despite being a half-breed and unclassed, work should be rolling in…
    Yet it isn’t, and I don’t know why. And as if that’s not stressful enough, my mom starts acting so weird it makes me suspicious. Friends say she’s just starting to live a little—maybe even, ugh, found a boyfriend—but I’m not sure. So what’s a PI to do? Investigate, of course. I mean, come on, Momma’s taken care of me my whole life. Now it’s up to me to make sure she’s okay.
    What I discover is so outrageous it leaves me reeling, but I don’t care if once a thief, always a thief, there are some things too precious to allow to be stolen. I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make things right, even walk away from everything I’ve achieved—and the Undercity itself.
     
     
     
    In Danger's Embrace
    Cimmerian Moon, Book 3
     
    Young Adult
    Three Twenty-One, LLC
    June 7, 2016
     
    In many ways, my life is complete, or as complete as it can be with aliens roaming Earth, killing and enslaving humans. Jason, my love, is by my side, and my friendship with Wade is back on track. Even better, it seems the threats of annihilation from the aliens have turned out to be nothing but hot air.

    Yet, despite the peace of our Arrowwood refuge, there is still a war waging outside, something I’ve tried not to think too much about. Just as I’ve ignored the fact that a sanctuary can also be a prison, or a tomb, we are forced to step out of safety and live or die, in danger’s embrace.