New Release: "Shaman," by: Tam DeRudder Jackson

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring Tam DeRudder Jackson's new released book "Shaman." Dive into the sneak peek, book details, and more to enjoy this read. Find out why you should purchase your copy today. Happy reading :).

****

Two people are brought together by a force they never saw coming . . .

Shaman

A Talisman Series Standalone

by: Tam DeRudder Jackson

Genre: Paranormal Romance

BLURB:

A druid straddles the line between light and darkness . . .

Renleigh Rogan keeps to herself in her remote Montana cabin, tending her plants and honing her protection spells. Only occasionally does she indulge her shape-shifting abilities… Called to Scotland in the middle of the night to help heal a rogue warrior, her first instinct is to ignore the summons, but danger lies in disobeying a powerful goddess.

A rogue is caught in a celestial tug-o-war . . .

Jamie Lennox gave up the warrior community long ago, voluntarily fighting in the Morrigan’s rogue army. Cocky, and one of the most accomplished swordsman in the community, he’s the perfect weapon for taking the warriors the Morrigan covets most. Yet when he loses a pivotal battle, she turns on him, leaving him injured and lost in a no-man’s land between good and evil, a place no warrior or rogue can exist for long. Luckily for him, a beautiful druid has come to his rescue, even if she’s saving him against her will.

Two people are brought together by a force they never saw coming . . .

The fact Jaime Lennox looks like a fallen angel has nothing to do with Renleigh’s decision to come to his aid. His sexy come-ons do not intrigue her either—not even a little bit. Nor does the mysterious past he hides. While the two of them spar inside an enchanted cottage in the Highlands, overhead, a celestial storm is brewing, one that will require each of them to decide what truly matters—their beliefs about themselves and each other or the truth that will set their love free.

⚔️enemies to lovers

💕fated mates

🐉shape-shifting FMC

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿set in the Scottish Highlands

♥️stand alone HEA

“Jackson works this admittedly familiar supernatural romance/urban fantasy terrain (readers of J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series, for instance, will feel right at home) with win-ning energy, a good ear for dialogue, and a sharp sense of pacing.” Kirkus Reviews for Rogue 

Purchase your Copy Today!

AMAZON | APPLE | B&N | KOBO

Add to your TBR List!

GOODREADS

Check out Reviews and Recommendations!

BOOKBUB

Touching him, even in an impersonal way, though, gave Renleigh a start. The tingling sensation tickling her skin even through the layer of her flannel shirt left her unsettled. She shouldn’t be responding to the man at all.

“You felt it too.” Jaime’s tone, after she extricated herself from him and returned the glass to the nightstand, brooked no denial.

“Noticed you’re heavy? Yes, definitely.”

“So that’s how it’s going to be.” He chuckled. “I can work with that.”

****

Tam DeRudder Jackson

Tam DeRudder Jackson's love of all things Celtic led her to write the Talisman Series. Steeped in Celtic mythology, these steamy, fated mates, paranormal romance adventures are set in the mountains of Tam’s native Montana and the Highlands of Scotland. Rogue, the most recent book in the series, was named a best romance of 2022 by the Independent Book Review.

An avid fan of rock music, Tam never misses a chance to see a live show, especially if it’s Shinedown, one of her favorite bands. Her love of rock music inspired her contemporary rock star Balefire Series, a sexy fun ride following the lives and loves of the members of a fictional mega-band. Readers of this series consistently give the books five-star reviews.

Tam earned her BA in English from Montana State University and her M.Ed. in literacy from Lesley University. After a short teaching stint in Bath, England, she settled in the wilds of Wyoming where she taught adolescents all about the Celts and a bit about writing before she stepped out of the classroom to pursue her writing career full time. 

When she’s not writing, you can find her working her way through her mountainous TBR piles, alpine skiing, or traveling to some new place on her ever-expanding bucket list. To stay up to date on her adventures, connect with Tam on her website www.tamderudderjackson where you can subscribe to her newsletter.

Follow Tam at the Following Links:

WEBSITE | FB | INSTAGRAM | BOOKBUB | AMAZON | GOODREADS

****

Enter to Win:

$20 Amazon Gift Card

Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

Next Stop on the Tour:

J.M. Northrup

New Release: "Some Call Me Eve," by: T. Pike

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring T. Pike's New Release "Some Call Me Eve." Check out the sneak peek, book details, and giveaway below. Make sure to pick up your copy today to help support this wonderful author. Happy reading everyone :).

****

Enemies bound by desire. Allies torn by fate.

Some Call Me Eve

by: T. Pike

Genre: Historical Romance

BLURB:

Princess Evangeline has an insatiate lust for power. As her kingdom’s most feared warrior and heiress to the throne, she plans to one day rule in her father’s place, just as she rules over countless men during secret nights of sin.

But when the castle falls to a new enemy, Evangeline becomes a slave in her own kingdom, forced to obey the heartless queen’s commands to honor her father’s dying wish: to protect her people.

The princess craves vengeance, but can she resist the carnal magnetism between her and Prince Rune, the queen’s son and royal pawn? And as rebellion brews, can she trust Rune, the man with the power to quench her torrid flames, to be her greatest ally?

**Releasing TODAY!!**

Purchase your Copy Today!

AMAZON | APPLE | B&N | AUTHOR'S SITE

Add to your TBR List!

GOODREADS

Check out Reviews and Recommendations!

BOOKBUB

As if summoned from the depths of the earth, my final challenger stepped forward. He

towered over me like the great castle walls, his shadow engulfing me in darkness. I watched his

sword intently as it swayed like a feather between his fingers.

He struck without warning. I was sent stumbling backward after a weak parry,

underestimating the power of his swing. But speed was my greatest strength, and I recovered my

balance almost instantly. The sheer force of his assaults far overpowered my own, restricting me

to the defensive. Each slash of his blade flew by my head at frightful speeds, backed by a

guttural grunt. I inched my way backward as each slice brought him a step closer. Without

hesitation, my instincts took over, leading me into my signature move.

Gradually lowering myself to the ground, I bent into a squatted shuffle. My competitor’s

attacks persisted, unrelenting. He leaned downward to better reach my chest. At just the right

moment, when he carried his weight on the ends of his toes, I leapt over his low arcing swing,

twisted through the air over his outstretched arm, and landed smoothly behind his hunched

frame. Before he could regain his stance and turn to face me once more, I delivered a lethal blow

to the back of his knees.

My rival released a monstrous howl as he fell forward, dropping into a kneel. The heavy

pound of his knees shook the ground, a quake that silenced the entire training field. All watched

in awe as their star fighter lay helpless by my feet.

I looked expectantly at my commander, my racing heart beating in my ears. It was clear by his

crossed arms and knitted brow that he was disappointed in his disgraceful brigade, but from the

slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, I knew he was pleased with my performance. “Finish the

job,” he said in a low voice.

I turned back to face my statuesque adversary. No longer was he the invincible beast he

was just minutes before. Down on his knees, he became a shell of his former self, humbled and

abashed by defeat. Through his face guard, I could just make out his pleading eyes, ashamed

before his peers, begging me for mercy.

With that look, a flood of heat filled my core. A yearning. A hunger. A lustful rage.

I chuckled coldly. How pathetic.

With a skillful twist of my blade, I struck the base of his neck with the flat of my sword,

simulating a dramatic beheading and sending his helmet soaring through the air. It bounced

through the dirt theatrically, spinning on its edge with a clatter before finding its final place of

rest before the feet of the crowd, its hollo interior facing the huddle of defeated men.

A slow clap broke through the deafening silence, echoing across the training field. I lifted

my gaze to see none other than King Ricard, ruler of Vitalia. He was adorned in a violet tunic

lined with golden thread, a puffed silver surcoat that augmented his considerable physique, and a

long, draping cloak exhibiting an intricate design of the royal crest. His threatening stature was

only deepened by his austere visage—a thick nose framing a set of demanding brown eyes; a

bushy, graying beard matching the shade of his thick, protruding brows; and his lips, normally

forming a thin, sober line, now curved in a sly side smile.

The cluster of knights immediately fell to their knees, dropping their heads in a respectful

bow. Even the commander knelt upon the dusty ground before his crowned ruler.

But I did not kneel. Instead, I stood boldly, facing my king with my head held high. The monarch

stilled his hands. All waited expectantly for him to break the silence once more, this time with

his booming voice.

“Well done, Princess Evangeline.”

At his declaration, I sheathed my sword and doffed my helmet to reveal my face. I

released the pin from my hair and let it flow down my back in long copper waves, shining like

the silver armor it lay upon. My crimson lips wore their own smug grin, perfectly matching that

of the king.

“Thank you, Father.”

****

T. Pike

T. Pike grew up in Northwest Arkansas where she swam competitively for more than 17 years. After graduating from Texas A&M University with an English degree and All-American honors, she returned home to pursue her master's in English and write her debut novel: Some Call Me Eve. Now a law student, she enjoys running and hiking with her dogs and exploring the mountains with her partner.

Follow T. Pike at the Following Links:

WEBSITE | FB | INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS

****

Enter to Win:

$30 Amazon Gift Card

Follow the blitz HERE for special content and a giveaway!

Next Stop on the Tour:

The Dungeon Crawlers

Now on Preorder: "Some Call Me Eve," by: T. Pike

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring "Some Call Me Eve," by: T. Pike. Check out the sneak peek below and find out how to preorder your copy today. Also read to the bottom for a special giveaway. Happy reading :).

****

Enemies bound by desire. Allies torn by fate.

Some Call Me Eve

by: T. Pike

Genre: Historical Romance

Add to your TBR List!

GOODREADS

Check out Reviews and Recommendations!

BOOKBUB

As if summoned from the depths of the earth, my final challenger stepped forward. He

towered over me like the great castle walls, his shadow engulfing me in darkness. I watched his

sword intently as it swayed like a feather between his fingers.

He struck without warning. I was sent stumbling backward after a weak parry,

underestimating the power of his swing. But speed was my greatest strength, and I recovered my

balance almost instantly. The sheer force of his assaults far overpowered my own, restricting me

to the defensive. Each slash of his blade flew by my head at frightful speeds, backed by a

guttural grunt. I inched my way backward as each slice brought him a step closer. Without

hesitation, my instincts took over, leading me into my signature move.

Gradually lowering myself to the ground, I bent into a squatted shuffle. My competitor’s

attacks persisted, unrelenting. He leaned downward to better reach my chest. At just the right

moment, when he carried his weight on the ends of his toes, I leapt over his low arcing swing,

twisted through the air over his outstretched arm, and landed smoothly behind his hunched

frame. Before he could regain his stance and turn to face me once more, I deli

vered a lethal blow

to the back of his knees.

My rival released a monstrous howl as he fell forward, dropping into a kneel. The heavy

pound of his knees shook the ground, a quake that silenced the entire training field. All watched

in awe as their star fighter lay helpless by my feet.

I looked expectantly at my commander, my racing heart beating in my ears. It was clear by his

crossed arms and knitted brow that he was disappointed in his disgraceful brigade, but from the

slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, I knew he was pleased with my performance. “Finish the

job,” he said in a low voice.

I turned back to face my statuesque adversary. No longer was he the invincible beast he

was just minutes before. Down on his knees, he became a shell of his former self, humbled and

abashed by defeat. Through his face guard, I could just make out his pleading eyes, ashamed

before his peers, begging me for mercy.

With that look, a flood of heat filled my core. A yearning. A hunger. A lustful rage.

I chuckled coldly. How pathetic.

With a skillful twist of my blade, I struck the base of his neck with the flat of my sword,

simulating a dramatic beheading and sending his helmet soaring through the air. It bounced

through the dirt theatrically, spinning on its edge with a clatter before finding its final place of

rest before the feet of the crowd, its hollo interior facing the huddle of defeated men.

A slow clap broke through the deafening silence, echoing across the training field. I lifted

my gaze to see none other than King Ricard, ruler of Vitalia. He was adorned in a violet tunic

lined with golden thread, a puffed silver surcoat that augmented his considerable physique, and a

long, draping cloak exhibiting an intricate design of the royal crest. His threatening stature was

only deepened by his austere visage—a thick nose framing a set of demanding brown eyes; a

bushy, graying beard matching the shade of his thick, protruding brows; and his lips, normally

forming a thin, sober line, now curved in a sly side smile.

The cluster of knights immediately fell to their knees, dropping their heads in a respectful

bow. Even the commander knelt upon the dusty ground before his crowned ruler.

But I did not kneel. Instead, I stood boldly, facing my king with my head held high. The monarch

stilled his hands. All waited expectantly for him to break the silence once more, this time with

his booming voice.

“Well done, Princess Evangeline.”

At his declaration, I sheathed my sword and doffed my helmet to reveal my face. I

released the pin from my hair and let it flow down my back in long copper waves, shining like

the silver armor it lay upon. My crimson lips wore their own smug grin, perfectly matching that

of the king.

“Thank you, Father.”

BLURB:

Princess Evangeline has an insatiate lust for power. As her kingdom’s most feared warrior and heiress to the throne, she plans to one day rule in her father’s place, just as she rules over countless men during secret nights of sin.

But when the castle falls to a new enemy, Evangeline becomes a slave in her own kingdom, forced to obey the heartless queen’s commands to honor her father’s dying wish: to protect her people.

The princess craves vengeance, but can she resist the carnal magnetism between her and Prince Rune, the queen’s son and royal pawn? And as rebellion brews, can she trust Rune, the man with the power to quench her torrid flames, to be her greatest ally?

**Releases July 21st – PreOrder Now!**

AMAZON | APPLE | B&N | AUTHOR'S SITE

****

T. Pike

T. Pike grew up in Northwest Arkansas where she swam competitively for more than 17 years. After graduating from Texas A&M University with an English degree and All-American honors, she returned home to pursue her master's in English and write her debut novel: Some Call Me Eve. Now a law student, she enjoys running and hiking with her dogs and exploring the mountains with her partner.

Follow T. Pike at the Following Links:

WEBSITE | FB | INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS

****

Enter to Win:

$30 Amazon Gift Card

Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

Next Stop on the Tour:

Lisa Book Krewe