Unnatural Release Day Blast!! YAY!

 TODAY! Today is the day that we bring a kitty to to table of wolves!!!! DUDE I am so freaking pumped to show you this. AND….. AND…. AND I GET TO OPEN THE TOUR TOMORROW!!!!! Yes, yes, I know I like to close, BUT I also like to OPEN a tour, because then everyone else has to top me! LOL ok, sorry, I’m just soooo excited about this one! I have some serious goodies! :) Anyways, let me get right to it! 




Unnatural. One word to sum up werewolf Kyle Larsen—his mood swings, abnormal body, and choice of female.

The first two, he blames on the vampire venom. The third, though? No, feline shifter Brook Nicholls was all his doing—a female of whom the pack will never approve. As part of the Coalition, an organisation with even stricter rules than the pack and a rigidly warped sense of responsibility, Brook comes with a whole lot of opposition of her own. No wonder the two of them keep their relationship secret for as long as they can. Now, distanced from his family by his own indiscretions, Kyle’s left to fight battles he’s unsure how to win—some of them even against his own pack. Is one woman really so important that he’s willing to defy his Alpha for her? If his heart has any say in the matter, the answer will be yes.


To celebrate Unnatural‘s release, CAGED, Holloway Pack 3 is on SALE!

The UNNATURAL Blog Tour begins tomorrow, and throughout the duration of the tour, CAGED will be available for just 99c.


AND there’s a GIVEAWAY!

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To grab your own copy of UNNATURAL, click on any of the purchase links below.


~~~~~ J.A. BelfieldBest known for her Holloway Pack Stories, J. A. Belfield lives in Solihull, England, with her husband, two children, two cats and a dog. She writes paranormal romance, with a second love for urban fantasy. Website | Blog | Goodreads | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Booklikes                So, now with me sharing that, DO NOT forget to come back tomorrow to see all my awesome goodies to start out this tour, including me telling you about the book- aka my review- AD you get to meet Kyle and Brooke TOGETHER in an interview!! Yes, Ms J loves me and lets me do all kind of fun things. Ms J, don’t forget I have a little surprise for you tomorrow too :) Happy reading and later gators!! 

Spelled Blog Tour w Giveaway!


Book 2 of the Casted Series

Now Available!

spelled_promoConfused by the turn of events, Jade is only sure of four things:

My name is Jade Kinsley.

I’m 20 years old.

I’m an Enforcer for the Triad.

And I have a debt to settle with Original Coven.

Will Jade be able to break through the spell her Grandfather put on her and remember who she is, or will she become just another piece in Lorenzo’s game?









It dawned on me, at that moment, that Elliot would do whatever he could to bring Edge back around. It was possible Elliot thought Edge would come around the more he had contact with me. The thought of being close to him made my heart quicken, and heat crawled up my neck.

“You ready to take one for the team?” Elliot asked. His face was stoic, but his eyes were pleading.

“Let’s do this.” I growled. I’d fight day and night to bring Edge back. I’d fight until I could no longer stand, and then I’d get back up and keep fighting.

“Now here’s what I want you both to do.” Elliot laid out the rules, “No kicking, biting, or hitting below the belt. Today we’re going to work on evasive maneuvering. Once Jade has that down, then we’ll move on to sparring.”

Edge nodded once in agreement. How would I ever break through whatever they’d done to Edge?

“Jade, you ready?” Elliot asked.

“I sure hope you know what you’re doing, Elliot,” I murmured as I made my way to the mat and stood in front of Edge. Warmth radiated through me. He was my preordained, my other half, and it killed me not to be able to fall into his arms.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to start off with. Edge will throw a punch…”

Stars bloomed behind my eyelids. I staggered across the mat and fell. “What the hell, Elliot?”





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Sonya2Sonya Loveday, first and foremost, is a reader, an avid one. It is of that love that brought her to the realization that this was the answer to the nagging persistant feeling that ‘there has to be something more’.

The dream came alive in 2009 when she purchased her lapton and began the tedious step of becoming a pubished author.

When she’s not reading, she’s writing. When she’s not writing she’s reading. And when she’s not doing either of those things she’s sleeping, shuttling her children back and forth to school, letting the dogs and cats in and out of the house for the upteenth time in the last hour and dreaming of a clean house.

You can find Sonya on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, and WordPress

My Review:

What a great sequel to the first book!! This book was even better than the first! And what major plot twists added to the fun. This one has just as much awesomeness as the first and more!! I will now try to tell you as much as I can without too many spoilers!

Well, jade’s in trouble. She was captured by Lorenzo and she’s lost her memories, and she’s in the Triad compound. Holy crapizoly! And now she’s doesn’t know why the people she’s with she feels distinctly unsafe and when she meets the enemies she wants to hug them!! And when she does get her memories back, she learns some truly sad things. This girl is so brave, she is wonderful! And she may just run out of time, or maybe she’ll get her HEA! :)

The old characters return to help Jade, but you’ll also meet some wonderful new ones that will surprise you, along with some new romantic twists, some horrible chases, losses on both sides, and a completely new outlook as to what the future can hold. Oh, and one seriously HEA that literally had me in the happiest tears of all! Just know that you won’t have to hold your breath at the end of this one. It’s completely wrapped up but I seriously hope the author will give me more!

Ms Loveday has proven to be a wonderful writer. She puts words together and the feelings you get are brilliant. I’m a huge fan now! And I do really hope that more of this series will come in the future! There’s so much more that could be done, or I just want more!! It’s a wonderful series, with a new outlook on witches and magic, and fantastic writing to go! I LOVED IT!! 5 MAGICAL WINDBLOWN PAWS!!

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Book One:


“My mind absorbed everything in the spell book I clutched tightly to me. Pages ruffled inside of my head, urging me to remember things and then to forget them. Voices chanted with tempo rising at the breaking points of pain until the book vanished and words to an ancient spell scribed across my arms. Each stroke brought blood to the surface, imprinting words I could not read; words that would forever change who I was.”

Jade had spent the majority of her life running from the Triad. A powerful group, who would stop at nothing to obtain Jade and the missing spell book for leader, Lorenzo’s, nefarious plans. And now that she has absorbed the highly coveted magic contained inside the missing book, there is nowhere left for her to hide.

With the help of her friends, Jade steps out from the shadows and learns how to fight back. But no one is prepared for Elinor-the woman bound inside of the book that’s trapped in Jade’s mind. Now she not only needs to protect herself from the Triad, but from what’s hiding inside her mind as well. 

Jade never expected the answer to it all would revolve around love.

Edge is dark, mysterious, and a sworn member of the Triad. He also hides a secret past that threatens the thin line he walks between good and evil. Lives are at stake when Jade and Edge’s two worlds collide. Can Jade learn to trust him when he says he is her pre-ordained and vows to do everything he can to protect her? But more importantly, can she trust herself and the woman in her mind?

My Review 

I love this new book!! I am so excited that the author offered to let me be a part of her blog tour for the second book and I loved every part of them both! It’s a wonderful story of a girl finding out the truth about her past and learning to live with it, while finding herself in the process. It’s got mystery, romance, lovely witchies, some awesome magic, and an epic ending that will knock your socks off and have you salivating for more!! I am completely captured by this story.

Jade was homeless when she was found by two lovely ladies. This then leads to her learning about her past, what she is, where she came from, and everything that’s lead her to this point. She’s smart, she’s quite resourceful, she’s amazing when she needs to be, and you’ll learn as she does that she’s quite powerful! She’s now learning that she’s no longer on her own, and though it takes a while to fix her previous attitude, she loves each and every one of her new friends, enough that she’d give her life for them.  And her relationship with Edge is FANTASTIC!! She doesn’t just jump on in, she takes it all in. I LOVED this. She really has a good head on her shoulders, and though she makes some mistakes, she’s still pretty awesome. 

There a great new look of witches and wizards, and who’s the good guy, who’s the bad guy and who’s really with whom. There is so much action, especially as Jade starts learning things, and people start chasing after her. You learn as she does and that’s so exciting. And then you get to go on quite an adventure. And the bad guys really don’t give up, and they break out the big guns. It’s amazing. And scary. The plot is so interesting and when things really start coming to life, you’ll be just as shocked as Jade. Unpredictable. And I will definitely be jumping into the next book ASAP! A very well done beginning to a great new series! 5 MAJORLY MAGICAL PAWS!!! 

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I am giving away a copy of both books!! YAY! So leave me a nice comment and I’ll pick a winner! :) GOOD LUCK!! 

I wanna say thank you to everyone for stopping by and to the wonderful author for letting me participate and allowing me to read her wonderful books! I had a blast and I can’t wait for more! :) Happy reading and later gators!! 

Quicksilver Dreams Author Interview!

Hello everyone! I have a special author interview to show you today!! I recently had a blog tour for this one, you can see it HERE, and I wanted to let the author tell you a little more :) 

Quicksilver Dreams (Dreamwalkers, #1)

Quicksilver Dreams


Book One

Danube Adele

Genre: PNR New Adult

Publisher: Carina Press

ISBN: 978-14268-9785-6

ASIN: B00F93X86Q

Number of pages: 317

Word Count:  132,000

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Book Description:

My name is Taylor, and damn but my life changed overnight. One moment I was just a regular girl working two jobs to pay my bills, and next thing you know, I’m uncovering secret metal disks at my boss’s house. Now I’m reading minds, dream-walking and being saved from bad guys by Mr. Dark and Brooding.

That would be Ryder Langston, my new next-door neighbor. He’s sex on legs but he’s also a secret agent from another world—no joke. I believe him now because he dragged me back here “for my protection” after he discovered someone was trying to assassinate me on Earth. It isn’t working out so well.

There’s a war going on, one that’s been fought for generations. Ryder’s having trust issues (not that it’s stopping us from falling into bed), and it turns out I’m connected here, if you know what I mean. The target on my back finally makes sense, but there’s nowhere left to hide…

Goodreads book page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18664988-quicksilver-dreams


Was this a dream?

Had I ever felt this lucid in a dream before?

I could feel the silky material around my eyes, on my wrists and ankles, softly sliding against my skin. With my body waking to sensual heat seeping through my veins, I only wanted to concentrate on what was happening in the moment, appreciate the swirl of masculine energy twining through the feminine threads of my own.

So good…

My dreams usually had a surreal, nondistinct, floating quality to them. This time, I actually felt a large, rough hand feathering over the skin on my rib cage, my flat stomach, agonizingly slow, avoiding obvious erogenous zones.

It was a hot, searing touch. It was like someone was actually there. Someone I wanted…

More… Like that… So good…

I could scent spicy soap that was subtle, yet distinctly male, arousing, and couldn’t help the feverish whispers of encouragement.

Oh, my God… Yes…

My sex dreams usually made me struggle with the frustration of a roller-coaster experience that never finished. I would ride a buildup of desire and a cool down, over and over, my imagination acting as a careless lover with wonderful intent but clumsy execution. This time there was no such neglect. The burn was exquisite, building and teasing, ebbing and flowing, but never forgetful and creating a fever that made me writhe with need.


Never had I ever felt this way before, chanting my demand, desperately wanting to reach the end of the ride.

Yes! Like that! Yes!

Sudden sensation poured over and through me, powerfully enough that I woke myself and sat up. My breath was short and gasping. My body was quivery and oversensitized. I was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and my sheet was twisted in carefree abandon around my naked body.

I half expected to find a man in front of me.

Rubbing my wrists as though the soft bindings were still tied to me, I glanced around my sparsely furnished bedroom and felt my body quake with a small, faint aftershock. I was alone. Nothing was disturbed. At the same time that I drew comfort from seeing that everything in my world was still in its place, a faint echo of grief, or disappointment, took the edge off my contentment, like I was missing something. I was solo after such an erotic experience.

What about the hand? Who was it attached to?

A part of me had to give a mental headshake of exasperation.

No men for you. At least not yet.

The inevitable weight of responsibility, like a bucket of ice water, reminded me that I needed to work and pay the bills. I had to make ends meet. There was no one who was going to help me.

Usually, I accepted this with a matter-of-factness, but this night, a spike of resentment reared its head.

What would it be like to be a normal girl who had time for frivolity?

I quashed the thought immediately, too tired to let it take root.

Why fight the wave? I just had to ride it.

Settling back on my pillow, I once again closed my eyes and let the languorous effects of postorgasmic lassitude steal over me. Strangely, as my mind once again stretched fingers toward my deep subconscious, the whisper of a gentle caress down my cheek didn’t frighten me.

My Review: 

 So this is a new author and a new series, and it kicks off with a start. I’d also like to confess I usually don’t read too much sci-fi, I stick with the fantasy parts. :) LOL but it’s definitely interesting and a page turner. Out of this world kind of page turner, literally. It’s a fresh new way to create a new world and a wonderful start to a new series! 

Taylor is our female main. She’s definitely is an intriguing lady. She’s had lots to cope with. And even with all her bad hands, she’s still a sweet girl. Taylor finds something that has a cause and effect that’s a little mind blowing, for her at least. And once she gets Ryder, her life definitely changes, and her sex life is now quite spicy LOL.  Ryder is our main man. Well, he’s something else, literally. LOL And he takes Taylor to his “place” that’s really really far away. LOL And Ryder is a little overbaring but I guess that happens with alpha males right. 

The writing was easy and flowed well. There’s plenty of action, mystery, page turning. I will say the only reason it’s not a 5 PAW review, it that once Taylor and Ryder get to his “place” it’s really complex. There’s really a lot to take in and a lot of descriptions. I look forward to learning where things are going to go from here now. :) 4 Intergalactic PAWS! 

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Author Interview

First, tell me a little about your book :)….

Taylor’s life changed overnight. One day, she was just a regular girl working two jobs to pay the bills, and the next, she’s reading minds, dreamwalking and having run-ins with her new, sexy neighbor Ryder, Mr. Dark and Brooding. He doesn’t trust her in the least, but it doesn’t stop him from looking at her like she could be his next feast, something she doesn’t seem to mind. He also manages to show up right in the nick of time to protect her from bad guys who, for some reason, are out to kill her.
Ryder’s not just an ordinary guy. He’s from Te`re, a world millions of light years away, and has come hunting a known terrorist who’s hiding out on Earth. Believing that Taylor is involved with helping the bad guy, he shadows her, only to discover that she’s the one in danger, and the thought of anything happening to her is unacceptable.
Before long, Taylor finds herself millions of light years away, there’s a war that’s been going on for generations, and she’s having to rely on the one man to keep her safe, who makes her heart race, but who won’t trust. In order to save both worlds, they will need to work together before time runs out.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
My mother loved reading and writing, and she encouraged me to do the same from an early age. My imagination was rich, and it just came naturally to have characters or fantastic situations play themselves out in my mind. Then I would pen them in my spiral-bound notebooks, oftentimes when I was supposed to be doing something else, like my homework. I still have those notebooks in my shelf with pages and pages of handwritten stories, all about young love.

What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
Quicksilver Dreams is my first, full-length novel. I was inspired to write it because I’d just finished reading a fun, fast-paced, page-turner of a book that was written in the first person, and, my sons had reached an age where they were more self-sufficient, which meant I didn’t have as much to do for them. That left me with free time. So, I picked up my spiral-bound notebook again. I had never tried writing in that particular point of view before and immediately decided it was worth an experiment. Using the first person, I wrote a scene just to see how it would turn out, and when it was done, I loved it. The rest of the story sort of just flowed from there. I “pantsed” it, keeping a loose idea of a plot in my mind, but nothing really definite. I sort of let the story unravel the way it seemed to want to.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Writing can be absolutely therapeutic, let me tell you. You do try to write what you know, which is why having a variety of experiences can be wonderful. There’s a scene in the book where Taylor, who is working as an assistant to a literary agent in Hollywood, has a load of verbal abuse dumped on her, and that was absolutely close to an experience I had way back when. For a good year, I worked at one of the top talent agencies in Hollywood and got to experience the extraordinary pressures that come with the job. Another of my personal experiences that I gave to my character, Taylor, was kickboxing. In my early twenties, and for a few years, I got into doing muay thai kickboxing. It was a hardcore, kick your butt, torturous kind of workout, and I loved it like crazy! It gave me the best body I’d ever had in my life, with actual delineation of stomach muscles, which I’d never been able to accomplish before, not even when I was a competitive gymnast as a kid. Of course, since then, having children and a supremely busy life didn’t let me dedicate that kind of time to fitness anymore, but it’s nice to remember that at one point, I was able to accomplish that. I could totally rock the heavy bag! 

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
She’s not a new author, but she’s new to me – Maya Banks. I recently read one of her books, a supermarket grab as I was going through with my basket. My husband always shakes his head when I go through that aisle at Vons because the only reason I go through that aisle is to check out the book section. A funny coincidence – Maya Banks was part of a Jeopardy question about a week ago. I rarely watch, but the very time I did, a short ten minute block, the question had to do with romance novels. Isn’t that funny.

Who do you look up to as a writer?
There are a number of writers I have looked up to over the years, women mostly, who’ve written wonderful stories that taught me to respect myself as a woman and to look for and appreciate real strength of character in men. The first romance novel I’d ever read in middle school was the first one Nora Roberts ever wrote titled Irish Thoroughbred. It’s fitting that I name her as I’ve likely read more of her books than anyone’s. Her stories have a universal quality to them that anyone could relate to, and her characters all seem to remind me of someone I know. They feel complete and well-rounded. I hope I can create stories that offer the same vibe.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?
Quicksilver Dreams was such fun to write. There isn’t a thing I would change. The characters came to life for me in full HD in my brain, and the story just seemed to develop naturally. I love it as is and hope it’s a page turner for anyone who reads it.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Being that Quicksilver Dreams was my first novel, I had a lot of time to think, tinker, walk away, come back, work on it some more, let my good friend and wonderful critique partner read it, and continue pondering it over a long period of time. This is when I hadn’t yet sold it. Now, I’m writing the next two books in the series on a deadline. That adds a whole new shift to the paradigm. There’s an added stress to knowing you need to produce within a given amount of time, so that has been a challenging adjustment.

What book are you reading now? Or what genre?
Last night, I finished reading Just One Night by Kyra Davis. It was a contemporary. Again, it was a supermarket grab a few weeks back, and I thought it looked interesting. Turns out, it was very good. I can definitely recommend it. Very steamy with wonderfully complex issues.

Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?
Carina Press has a wonderful art team/marketing department that is in charge of covers. What’s nice, though, is they don’t ignore the author in their work. When the cover to Quicksilver Dreams was completed, they sent it to me via email and gave me a chance to voice an opinion. Of course, I loved it, so there wasn’t much else to be said.

Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?
I’ve learned that I work best in absolute silence with earplugs and to beware of the internet as she is an evil b*tch intent on sucking all my time away from being productive. If I truly want to meet my deadlines, I have to ignore the siren’s call of all the different social media and internet surfing that is just finger clicks away, and focus on the task at hand.

If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose?
I truly dig my kick*ss heroine, Taylor Lane. I would want to be her in a nanosecond. She is cute, spunky, snarky, and can kick some butt, yet she has a heart of gold. Solid. She acts tough, but on the inside, she’s soft. She cares.

Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?
There are so many great books and great authors, I can’t think of just one.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
I would love to share Quicksilver Dreams with you. It’s action-packed, has great plot twists, and the characters will have you cheering for them.

About the Author:


Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.

Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.

Her debut novel, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series was officially released January 6, 2014.




I hope you guys check out this new author and her new book! Thank you to the lovely author for stopping by today too! Happy reading and later gators! 

The Man Test Blog Tour w Giveaway!!

Hello everyone! Today I am a stop for the lovely Amanda Aksel and her new book! Let me show you some awesome goodies!! 


The Man Test by Amanda Aksel

Marin Johns is San Francisco’s Pollyanna couples therapist. She’s months away from wedded bliss when she discovers her fiancé is having an affair. After nursing her broken heart with Kleenex and break-up songs, she adopts a new brand of thinking when she uncovers a tell-all book that proves all men are liars and cheaters who will do and say anything so they’re not found out. No exceptions.

In an attempt to convince her friends of her newfound truth, she begins a fictitious relationship with James, a do-gooder from Montana. Marin seeks any means necessary to catch him cheating from hiring a PI to enlisting the help of a fidelity tester. Will her new “boyfriend” beat the statistic or will Marin regret the satisfaction of being right?

Excerpt from Chapter 12- In The Mood for a Melody

With a good hour to kill before my next appointment, I went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. On my way, I noticed Andy reorganizing his bookshelf. I popped my head in.
“What are you up to?” I said. He turned to me briefly, then back at his bookshelf.
“Just trying to de-clutter. You need something?” he asked with his back turned.
“No, just wasting time.”
He whipped his chair around to face me. “Oh, yeah?” he said and motioned me to sit. “Something on your mind?”
“My mind’s always going. Just like yours.”
He smirked.
I took my seat across from him. “Actually, there’s something I want to get your opinion on.”
“Will all men cheat?”
He stared right at me without blinking an eye. “Why are you asking?” He leaned back in his chair with his hands steepled in front of him. He looked suspicious of me.
“Come on Andy, I’m not asking you as a therapist. I’m asking you as a man.” I could tell he was trying to get inside my head, as he always was.
“And as a man, I want to know why you’re asking.” This surprised me, because Andy usually took any question or comment and used it as an excuse to talk for ten minutes. Instead, he was responding to my question with a question. Clearly this cheating-man truth thing really was for a privileged few to know.
“It seems the longer I work with couples, the more I discover how frequent infidelity is among men.” It wasn’t a false statement entirely, just a bit exaggerated.
“Well the answer to your question is yes,” he said.
“I knew it,” I said in a victorious whisper. He shrugged. “Why is it such a secret?”
“It’s no secret. I mean, yes, the specific occasions are often kept secret, but the fact itself is widely known. Don’t you already know this stuff?”
“Yes, but statistics say about sixty percent of men cheat, not one hundred percent. I’ve always subscribed to the dads and cads theory, sixty percent are cads, forty percent are dads.”
“You want to know the real difference between dads and cads?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Dads don’t get the right opportunity to cheat, and so they’re faithful by default. They’re no better or more special than the cads. Because dads and cads are all men and men are biologically inclined to spread their seed. You can’t blame ‘em, Mother Nature designed it that way.”
“We’re not wild animals, we were born with a sense of morality. Why can’t they choose to be faithful in the face of opportunity?” I wasn’t trying to debate him because I knew what he said was true. And for the first time in our four years as colleagues, I actually agreed with him. He took a moment as if mentally putting himself in a situation to choose fidelity over infidelity. I saw his dark eyes light up.
“Because they don’t want to. Haven’t you ever looked temptation in the face, known it was wrong, said fuck it, and did it anyway?”
I tried to look back at the various temptations in my life—one too many drinks, one too many cookies, one too few condoms. I made careless mistakes in the past, but I couldn’t think about any vows or major promises broken either.
“It’s not the same thing,” I said.
He walked over to me. “Yes, it is.”

About the Author

Amanda Aksel is an author with an affinity for love. Becoming a couple’s therapist was her “backup” career, and after completing her BA in Psychology she was on her way to solving love’s most complicated quandaries one couple at a time. The Man Test is Amanda’s debut novel, and now she plans to solve love’s most complicated quandaries one novel at a time. Visit http://www.amandaaksel.com.
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/amandaaksel
Twitter: @amandaaksel


Ms Amanda is giving away this awesome martini glass!! you can ENTER TO WIN HERE!!! I so want it :) 

I want to thank Ms Amanda for letting me share her goodies! I hope you guys check it out! Good luck on that awesome giveaway! Happy reading and later gators!! 


The Exchange Part 1 Cover Reveal w Giveaway!


Event Organized by ❤MaE Book Tours & Promo Stars Services


Project Sapphire: The World’s first AI. A top-secret project exposed to a select group of scientists. Lei Heaton, a man desperate to save his daughter, is at the top of the bionics empire. He not only hired the team to repair his daughter’s damaged body, he plans to reanimate her dead mind using the Sapphire AI.

A dangerous man—a killer that is no regular human…

Maxwell Landon—codename: Deimos—is the Adelphi Organization’s top agent. His M.O is simple: Never fail. He’s used to annihilating anyone that gets in his way. But this time, he’s being called to protect and deliver. Deimos is aware that this mission won’t be like any other. Then he lays eyes on the resurrected Ms. Heaton, and instantly he knows:

That is not Magdalena Heaton.

And he will never be the same again.

Control, his most prized possession, is ripped from him with a single glance…

The violent attraction he feels for the girl complicates matters immediately. But what Deimos doesn’t know is that things are about to get much worse. Sapphire isn’t just a completely different person than the dead Ms. Heaton—she’s the AI miracle of the century. An advancement that many would kill to own.

Including himself, no matter how hard he fights against it.

A girl determined to protect her creator. A man determined to protect her…

Despite the fact that she is not Magdalena, Sapphire is bent on taking her place as Mr. Heaton’s daughter in order to keep her creator safe. Deimos knows that he has to honor her wish. But the thing inside him is demanding more. More than a touch. A lot more than a taste. It responds to everything about her…every stuttered breath that lets him know she wants him as much as he wants her.

How does he walk away when he knows that no matter how far he is from her, she’ll always be in danger and he’ll always hunger for her?

Genre Erotica/ Sci-Fi

Expected Publication Date April 30th 2014




About the Author

nisabelleblancoN. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world.

N. Isabelle Blanco now has three novellas and two full-length novels under her belt, and spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

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Today I have something so fun to show you! It’s a new world that we may all want to live in, or hide from :) So let me show you some excellent goodies!! 

Living Dead Girl

Living Dead Girl

Nessie Strange

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Etopia Press

Date of Publication: January 15, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-940223-73-5


Number of pages:294

Word Count: 63,386

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Book Description:

Jen MacLellan has hit a dead end…

Jen knows tattooed, blue-haired Jack Norris is trouble the minute he opens his front door. And being a mortician in the avante garde East Side of Providence, Jen has seen a lot. Jack has recruited Jen’s teenage brother Drew to play drums for his less-than-respectable punk band, and Jen has no choice but to follow their gigs to keep her little brother out of trouble. But when Drew goes missing, she finds herself in the awkward position of asking for Jack’s help. Shocked that he agrees, Jen decides she may have misjudged him. Worse, she might even like him.

But when Jen is brutally attacked, she awakens in the hospital where a Sid Vicious look-alike greets her with the news: she’s dead, and he’s the reaper assigned to take her away. Yeah, not so much. Refusing to leave, Jen’s spirit watches helplessly as her loved ones suffer, powerless to ease her family’s grief or prevent the police from accusing Jack of her murder. Desperate to help them, Jen convinces the reaper to bring her back. But reanimating corpses isn’t as easy as it looks, and neither is finding a killer before it’s too late…


Providence, Rhode Island

Was it a full moon? Because it seemed like crazy hit town and we got flooded. The funeral home was packed with more bodies than usual. I’d spent the past half hour explaining to a grieving family why an open casket really wasn’t the best option for their grandmother who’d been dead for over two weeks. Believe me, it wasn’t. I’d never been so happy to lock the front door.

Dad and I were cleaning up the prep room when my nineteen-year-old cousin Ethan appeared in the doorway with his hand shoved in a bag of chips. Like all the men in the family he towered over me, a height that was punctuated by another three or so inches of reddish-brown white boy ’fro. “You guys want the bad news or the really bad news first?”

The beginnings of a migraine pulsated in my right temple, growing more insistent by the second. It was now after ten o’clock at night. The only thing I wanted was to shower and get ready for bed.

Dad closed the stainless steel cabinet where we kept all the bottles of embalming chemicals. “Just lay it all out there.”

“Man, you guys are no fun.” He stuffed another chip in his mouth, then wiped his hand on the front of his Naruto T-shirt. “All right. We got another stiff, and Drew’s at some shady party getting hammered.” Ethan grinned.

“What?” I said. “Drew is…what?”

“You know, getting sloshed, shitfaced, cocked, drunk—”

“I know what it means, you ass.”

Dad looked at me, frowning. “Isn’t he supposed to be working on a science project?”

“What, like how many beers does it take to get to the center of a—?”

“Ethan, knock it off,” I snapped. “Yes, he was supposed to be working on a science project. I should’ve known.”

“Right? Nobody does homework on Friday nights.”

“You’re really not helping.”

Dad sighed and slumped his shoulders. “Well, one of us will have to go get him.”

“Why don’t you guys flip for it?” Ethan held a quarter between his thumb and forefinger and waved it in front of my face. “C’mon. Heads, Jen gets him; tails and Uncle Andrew does it. It’s foolproof.”

Foolproof? Ha. Right. Try suckered. Dad and I looked at each other and shrugged. My sixteen-year-old brother deserved the mother of all ass-kickings. Was it wrong that I was hoping for tails? Tails meant filling out some paperwork and escorting a body from the hospital morgue. It meant no aggravation. That body wasn’t going to argue or give me an attitude. My brother?

Yeah, different story.

Ethan slapped the quarter onto the table and lifted his hand. “Heads, my lovely cousin.”

I climbed into my car, wondering why I always had to chase after that little puke. Maybe I’d seriously pissed someone off in another life. My fate seemed to be to relive this scenario over and over, and it didn’t look as though it was going to stop anytime soon. I grumbled to myself all the way there, made a couple of wrong turns, backtracked, and took the wrong exit off I-95. It didn’t help that my boyfriend, Craig, called my cell while I was lost.

“Why didn’t you pick up the phone?”

“I just did, didn’t I?”

He sighed. “Where are you?”

“Drew took off, OK?” I snapped. “I need to find him.”

“Why do you bother? The little bastard’ll come home when he needs something. Leave it to your dad.”

“But Dad asked me to do it. He’s working late tonight.” I didn’t dare tell him we’d flipped for it.

“Jen, you’ve got to get away from that family. They walk all over you, and you just let them.”

No matter how dramatic he made it seem, there was a grain of truth to his words. Still, I didn’t want to hear it. I shouldn’t have to defend my family to my own boyfriend. “Look, they’re my family and I love them. We take care of each other.”

“If that’s what you want to call it.” He snorted. “Fine. Whatever. Not like you’ll listen to me anyway. Call me tomorrow.”

I chucked the phone into the backseat and swore under my breath.

The neighborhoods went from decent to downright seedy pretty quick. Worn triple-deckers and chain-link fences lined the streets. I pulled up to the curb in front of a white, two-story house pockmarked by peeling, cracked paint. It had a small porch in the front and a garage off to the side. Cars were strewn across the front lawn like confetti.

I was ready to drag my brother out by the hair if I had to. What if I was walking into a crack house, about to be robbed and raped and murdered and thrown into a dumpster somewhere? I closed my eyes and exhaled. The music blasted so loud the walls shook. It would be miraculous if anybody even heard me knock.

Surprisingly, the door swung open right away. A tall, shirtless tattooed guy with blue liberty spikes poked his head out. His gaze traveled my body, stopping briefly at my chest before resting on my face. A wave of pungent smoke wafted out from behind him and almost bowled me over.

“Uh…hi?” He spoke as if trying to figure out whether he was supposed to know me or not. “Can I help you?”

I squeezed out a smile. “I’m looking for Drew MacLellan. Do you know him?”

He shrugged, a slight smirk forming. “I might. I know a lot of people.”

I was about to rattle off a smart-ass retort when something rustled in the bushes a few feet away. Instead of the cat I’d been expecting, a pair of legs stuck out from underneath a large rhododendron. I turned my attention back to the blue-haired guy. He followed my line of vision.

“Well that’s a relief. I guess I found Dave,” he said with a goofy grin.

“Excuse me?”

“My buddy, Dave. He’s tripping his balls off.” He nodded toward the bush, still grinning, then raised his voice another notch. “Right, Dave?”

Dave’s weird, high-pitched laugh sounded more like a hyena than a human.

“Ooh-kay.” I let a brief, nervous giggle slip out. “Anyway. Drew. Um…he’s sixteen, kinda stocky with brown hair. A few inches taller than me?”

“Hmm. Not sure.” He rubbed his chin and squinted.

“This is thirteen Oak Drive, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He belched. Loud.

My God, what was wrong with this guy? I pretended not to notice. It wasn’t easy.

“Well, do you know someone named Jack? He supposedly lives here. I was told that Drew MacLellan was at Jack’s house. This house.”

I was already edging toward my last nerve and he wasn’t helping. He leaned in the door frame and stared.

“Uh, hello?” I snapped a finger in front of his face.

“You know, you’ve got a nice rack,” he observed. “It kinda distracted me.”

Nice rack? Really? It had been less than five minutes and I already wanted to hit this guy. My face heated and I hovered somewhere between anger and embarrassment. “Is there anything you do know?” At this point, I didn’t care if I sounded rude. “Can you give me an answer that doesn’t include maybe? Or I might?”

“Probably.” The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Clever,” I muttered, exasperated. “Look, I just need to know if Drew is actually here.”

“Are you his girl? You look a little old to be dating a high school kid. Not that I’d blame him.” He gave me another once-over, his gaze lingering on my breasts again. “Just sayin’.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, well, you look a little old to be hanging out with a high school kid. And I’m not dating him—he’s my little brother. Just sayin’.”

Blue-haired guy doubled over laughing and, after what seemed like an eternity, stood and extended his hand, still snickering. It took me a moment to realize he actually wanted me to shake it.

“I’m sorry. I was just giving you shit. I’m Jack.”

Reluctantly I reached out to meet his hand.

“Damn, you should see the look on your face.”

I pulled my arms tighter around my chest.

“Hey, chill out, princess. What’s your name?”

“Jen.” I tapped my foot. “Now, how about my brother? Where. Is. He?”

Jack laughed so hard he spilled the remainder of his beer all over the front of his pants. “Nice to meet you too, Jen.” He said my name slowly as if it was a word he’d just learned and then motioned for me to follow him into the house. “Drew’s here. Come on in.”

The place was a living, breathing advertisement of what not to do when you’re a kid: one loud, smoke-filled hellhole. The music vibrated inside my chest, and the voice from the speakers asserted that punk rock’s not dead (at least, I think that’s what he said). It was your usual garden variety of social misfits—punks, freaks, and possible hobos. They sprawled over a living room filled with beer cans, ashtrays, and beer cans being used as ashtrays. It smelled like the party had broken out in a gym locker room—one filled with sweaty, unshowered bodies and beer-soaked cigarettes.

I surveyed the room. A couple made out in the corner. The girl was tall, voluptuous, and between the plaid skirt and purple hair, looked like Betty Page had swallowed a rainbow and regurgitated a brightly colored clone of herself. She had her legs wrapped around the guy’s waist while they more or less screwed with their clothes on. I shook my head and looked away. Another girl with a shaved head sat on the edge of the sofa, smoking a small metal pipe and giggling hysterically. A guy with red plaid pants and an orange Mohawk sat on the floor and rocked back and forth with his eyes closed. Heck, there was an entire collection of pharmaceuticals scattered all over the coffee table—in plain sight, no less. My stomach flipped and I tried to ignore the feeling crawling beneath my flesh. Definitely not my crowd.

Jack pushed his way through the maze of people, and I followed him down a narrow hallway, praying it wouldn’t get any worse.

We entered a cramped kitchen where a group of five guys sat at a small round table covered with beer cans and playing cards. One of them looked up at us, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, his eyes squinting as the smoke drifted back into his face.

“New lady, huh? Nice.” The guy eyed me up and down. “Not your usual type, bro.”

Jack grinned and shrugged. “Thought I’d try something different.”

I shot him a dirty look. What an asshole. Then I spotted my target sitting at the table with his back to me. He started to turn toward us and was just about to take a swig of his beer when his eyes met mine. He froze mid-drink, a can of Natural Light hovering just out of reach of his lips. His eyes widened.

“Hi, Drew.”

“Oh shit,” he said.

Bull’s-eye. “Shit? Oh yes.” I crossed my arms. “As in, deep shit. The kind that you’re in right now.”


Every pair of eyes in the room focused on me. I felt naked, like I was standing under the world’s brightest spotlight holding a sign that screamed LOOK AT ME, but I shoved those nausea-inducing feelings aside.

“Do I even have to explain what’s wrong with this scenario?”

He didn’t move from the chair, but he did place the beer back on the table and push it away—as if that somehow negated the fact he’d just been drinking it. “Jen, c’mon, don’t be such a bi—”

And there went my last nerve. Embarrassment forgotten, I strode over to the table and whacked him on the back of the head, hard enough to rattle his eyeballs and elicit a grunt. He flinched and the beer can toppled over, spraying its contents across the table.

“Ow! Jen, what the fuck?” He rubbed the back of his head. The room erupted into laughter. “Just listen, all right? I—”

I was fully aware that this embarrassed him—probably a fate worse than death for a sixteen-year-old trying to be the super cool badass he thought he was. I also didn’t care. I grabbed a fist full of his shirt and jerked him toward me until his face was inches from mine.

“No, you listen, you little shit. I had to drive halfway across town to find you. I’m tired, I’m pissed off, and if you don’t get out of that chair and walk your ass out to my car right now, things are gonna get a lot worse for you.”

“Hey, take it easy on the kid.” Someone laughed.

“MacLellan, dude, she’s gonna kick your ass,” said someone else, and then followed up his comment with a whistle. Both someone and someone else were adding to the serious list of grievances that grew inside my head.

Drew glowered at me, still rubbing his head, but rose from the chair. “I’ll see you guys later.”

We walked back through the house, and it wasn’t until we got to the door that I noticed Jack was following us.

“I’m sorry. We didn’t realize how late it was getting, or I would’ve brought him home.” He had his hands shoved in his pockets.

Yeah, I was sure that was exactly what he had been thinking about. Not only did I not believe him, but I wasn’t sure he was in any condition to drive, either.

“Whatever.” I pressed my lips together in a thin, tight line to prevent an onslaught of insults. “He’s old enough to know when he’s supposed to be home.”

I was just about to turn away when the door flew open. A guy stumbled out and puked over the porch railing while two of his buddies cheered him on. I remembered tripping Dave and his bush and shivered, my own gut clenching, when I realized the puker hadn’t missed him by much. Gross. I gritted my teeth. The last thing I needed was to sympathy vomit my way back to the car. Did I mention I couldn’t wait to get out of there?

Jack, who hadn’t even appeared to notice the spectacle, nodded to Drew. “See ya later, MacLellan. I’ll call you in a couple days.” His eyes fixed on mine and that smile returned. “And again, it was nice to meet you, Princess Jen. Maybe next time you’ll stay for a couple beers?”

I didn’t answer, but offered one of those fake smiles I reserved for special occasions because it meant fuck you. There was no way in hell I was going back to that house, and neither was Drew for that matter. Jack stood in the doorway and watched us leave.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” Drew muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me? You’ve got something you need to say?”

He wouldn’t look at me. I’d always thought there was something wrong with having to discipline a younger sibling. Perhaps I should have taken pleasure in it, but I didn’t. It wasn’t the same as fighting with him or picking on him, both of which were within my rights as his older sister. But discipline? It was a little too much like mothering and felt like a responsibility I shouldn’t have to deal with. I resented it. Big time. I’d always wanted to be the cool older sister that everyone liked, not a nagging pain in the ass. Like everything else in my life, however, I sucked it up and did what I had to do. Nagging pain in the ass it would have to be.

“Since when is it OK for you to be drinking?” I pulled away from the curb.

Drew sat in the passenger seat with his arms crossed, scowling. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Um, language. And no. No, you can’t.”

“Shut it, will you? You’re always up my ass about something.”

“You’re sixteen. That’s way too young to be partying with a bunch of twenty-somethings.” I glanced at him sideways, but he wasn’t even facing me.

“So what? I’m not the only person my age who drinks. Besides, I was hangin’ with the guys from the band, and that’s what they do.”

“Well, you won’t be hangin’ with them anymore.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Wanna bet?”

He didn’t say anything else the rest of the ride home. We pulled into the driveway at the side of our house. I grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and yanked him back before he could walk to the door.

“Promise me you’ll lay low for a while. No more partying and coming and going whenever you feel like it. Dad’s really stressed and you’re not helping anything.”

Drew jerked himself out of my grasp and stalked into the house. I knew there was no reasoning with him. Unfortunately, just because I got to act like his mother didn’t mean he listened to anything I said. So I did the next best thing: went right to Daddy and told him about everything Drew had done. 

I went to bed agitated. It was one thing to catch Drew smoking or drinking with a couple other high school kids, but this was different. Those weren’t teenagers at that party. What was Drew getting himself into? And more importantly, who the hell was this Jack guy, and what did he want with my younger brother?

My Review:

Well, me and zombies have a love hate relationship. I love them, because they fascinate me, and I hate them because I don’t wanna do the whole brain eating thing, except in the White Trash Zombie series, who mixes her brains with chocolate to make it taste better :) LOL Anyways, this one is extremely awesome, and fresh, and a wonderful new story! 

Jen is very….. strict. I will go with that. I happen to like her, alot, but sometimes, I wanna throw water in her face and maybe add some confetti, you know, giggle a bit. But she has a reason for that, her mom died and she was left in charge of the responsibilities, as her father and brother aren’t into that. AND to top it off, other than hanging out with her brother and dad, the only other people she sees are dead, like no longer breather, at her dad’s morgue, oh and she sometimes gets to see her friend PJ, who IS alive LOL.  AND, Jen needs to drop Craig like a burning coal ember. UGH. I wanna kick his ass myself. Seriously, let him meet me :) Actually, I wanna beat up all of them, the boyfriend, the brother, the dad. They all take Jen for granted and walk all over her. And then Jen meets Jack. Look, Jen’s smart, and responsible, and sometimes sassy, and the good girl. But Jack comes in and not just takes, but YANKS the rug out from Jen. He is going to challenge her, and who she is, at every breath. It’s amazing what a little spontaneity can do right :) AND THEN she gets killed. Literally. LOL  

I will not get into detail about Jen’s murder, because my words will have NOTHING on the author’s. DUDE, BEST MURDER SCENE EVER! I know that sounds horrible, but I can’t help it. It’s phenomenal what words can do when placed together in the right way! I will also say that this book has excellent secondary characters. And y’all will probably all love Jack! :) The characters will steal your breath way! I am really impressed with this book! And of course there’s Sam, wait tile you meet him :) 

The plot line was phenomenal. How would you deal with all your responsibilities if you are dead. And, you really need to help everyone. This is one hell of a ride, and a seriously emotional one at that. I still feel for Jen, and I have so much more I want to say about that, but I really don’t want to give spoilers away. There’s so many things to offer so many different types of readers. Horror, humor, romance, suspense, mystery, finding-yourself in the process. I am still a little shell shocked, and I definitely didn’t want it to end! Plus, if that isn’t enough, the writing is magnificent. I want more MORE MORE!!! GIMME GIMME GIMME!!! PLEASE! :) 5 SERIOUSLY AWESOME ZOMBIE PAWS!! 

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Author Interview!!

First, tell me a little about your book :)….

Living Dead Girl is a bit of an oddball in that it starts off like a typical new adult romance…and then halfway through the story, the main character dies. What follows after that is how she copes with her own death and the lengths that she goes through to protect those she loves.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?

I can’t recall a specific time when I decided I wanted to be a writer—I think I just always enjoyed doing it.

What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?

The first novel I ever completed was originally meant to be a graphic novel. I’d had this idea in my head and I thought I’d just map it out. The next thing I knew, I’d written a hundred pages. I abandoned the idea of illustrating it and just finished writing out the story instead. It was about a girl fresh out of high school whose brother was murdered by members of the motorcycle gang he was in. She decides to take matters into her own hands, and winds up on the run from the gang. Somehow, I miraculously found an agent for it, but it never sold. Looking back, I’m thinking this is probably a good thing.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

No, I can’t say they’re based on anything specific. I’ve never modeled a character completely after a real person, or fictionalized a real event from my life. That being said, experiences and people I’ve met do have some influence. It’s more like studying people’s behaviors and reactions, etc. I do think you need to observe and understand people in order to bring characters to life.

How do you chose when/which characters die in your books?

Well, in my case, that was the hook to the story! So really, I was spending considerable time building up to it.  Instead of readers going OMG, HOW COULD YOU KILL HER?! They’re going OMG, WHEN IS SHE GOING TO DIE?! I have killed other characters off, though, and it’s not always an easy decision. The key for me is it needs to make sense with the plot.

I think that was brilliant by the way!! If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?

I don’t think there’s anything major I would change. I’m satisfied with how it all came out. Although…I’m one of those writers who will just keep whittling away and tweaking things, so if somebody said ‘open up the file and find something to change’, well, yeah, I’m sure I could find something J. I have to force myself walk away and say it’s done.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

I think for me the biggest challenge is turning off the internal editor when I’m writing a rough draft. I have this tendency to want to go back and reread and tweak while I’m working, but it can really kill the momentum and lead to frustration when the story hasn’t fully evolved in my head yet.

What book are you reading now? Or what genre?

I’ve actually decided to try a historical romance, which is far from what I normally read…but I like to try new things, and it’s a great story so far.

Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?

My publisher has a team that designs the covers, so no I didn’t help with it. We do get to see an early draft and give our feedback, which I thought was nice. I’m really happy with the way my cover turned out, though.

Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?

The biggest things I learned were perseverance and patience. There is SO much work involved in putting a book together and making it publishable.

If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose?

Hmm, tough call. I think I’d like to be Jack. He’s just an outgoing, happy go lucky, fun guy. Sam (the reaper) might be fun too, though…

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Yes…give me a kick in the pants so I can hurry up and finish book two!!! In all seriousness, though, I’m grateful to everyone who has read Living Dead Girl and supported me. I appreciate it so much. Thank you!

NO THANK YOU!!! I can’t wait to read the next one!!!

About the Author:


Nessie is a Massachusetts native and mother of two who has dabbled in everything from abstract painting to freelance sports reporting. She also loves a good story, whether it’s reading or writing one. Active membership in a writer’s critique group has helped erase the memory of two horribly written practice novels. LIVING DEAD GIRL is her first real novel.






THANK YOU so much Ms Nessie for stopping by for an interview! So, any zombie fans think you might check this one out? I sure hope you do!! I loved it! Happy reading and later gators :) 

Elephantine Publishing Grand Opening!!!

While sharing marketing tips and discussing cover art, independent authors Amanda Aksel, Heather Hildenbrand, and Sara Panek all came to the same conclusion; wouldn’t it be great if there was a publishing house that offered all the resources of traditional publishing, while still allowing the creative freedom of independent publishing? They set out to create their vision, and Elephantine Publishing was born.

Elephantine is a collaborative publisher. Their goal is to partner with authors to turn a love of writing into a successful career for years to come. They work side by side with authors through every step of the publishing process to create a unique and professional title to share with the world. Using strategic marketing, Elephantine provides their authors with industry tools and resources to build readership and grow sales.


Elephantine’s aim is simple: To provide access to all stories worth telling, whether or not the words fit into a neatly labeled box. Words that resonate in your bones. Stories you’ll never forget.


Become a part of the herd!

Read the guidelines and submit your query.

Since I love these ladies, I just wanted you guys to know that now is the time for you to grab your writing dreams by the…. paperback! LOL I wanted to say that naughty word but I’ll just say HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!! To my lovely ladies… CONGRATS!!!! I’m always here for you guys and I know it’s going to be great!