Little Queen by A.C. Melody – Spotlight and Giveaway


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The bliss Reyna and Corbyn found in their unique Úlfr engagement is quickly forgotten as their ongoing conflict grows just as passionately as their hearts and desires. Reyna needs her independence and reassurance that their feelings are real. Corbyn needs to keep her safe, and for Reyna to accept him as her mate once and for all. If only their enemies would give them a moment to sort out their relationship woes, but it seems their only interest is to tear the new Wolf King and his would-be Queen apart. With the clock ticking toward inevitable war, Corbyn’s worst fears are realized when someone ups the ante, striking at his mate from the one place he never saw coming.

Frightened and angry, Corbyn rushes Reyna to the Elders, only to end up on their healing table next. After the back-to-back horrors, Reyna realizes she needs to make a crucial decision that will change their lives forever… and possibly save them. Fate decides to put that to the test immediately, drawing them right into enemy territory where Reyna will finally discover what’s become of Jesse and gets an unexpected audience with real Úlfrinn royalty.

Just when it seems they’ve found solid footing at last, their world is shaken in a horrific homecoming of bloodshed and betrayal. Their greatest fears can no longer be ignored, as they find themselves facing the evidence of their arrival… along with a living Nightmare. Can Corbyn trust his Little Queen to make the right decision for herself and their entire pack, or will he lose everything he’s ever loved in one fateful night?

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Eying the door nervously, she quickly used Corbyn’s toothbrush and mouthwash three times, before finally dragging her fingers through her curls and opening the door.

Corbyn filled the exit, causing her to jump. Happy for escape, the steam rolled over his body like a mystical molestation that had lust unfurling in her system, jealous of the wispy tendrils. Her gaze traced the tongue-tingling lines of his tattoos, the steel and sinew display of his muscles. The air thickened, her heart already beating too quickly from being startled. Corbyn advanced, and Reyna retreated into the steam. A flash of silver in his eyes stopped her, his nostrils flaring with an unspoken thrill. Oh, my. Heady desire had her mind swimming, a new fantasy born in her blood. What it would be like to be hunted by a man like him? To be caught?

“Reyna.” A quiet moan of entreaty edged with warning, his eyes widening as if she’d spoken aloud.

“I used your toothbrush,” she blurted, a self-defense quirk triggered by the increasing lust. “Three times.”

Corbyn stilled, before he groaned out a miserable laugh and shook his head. “I don’t know why that sounded so fucking naughty, but coming from you, I think anything pertaining to things being in your mouth multiple times should come with a damn advisory label.”

Reyna laughed, her cheeks burning red and Corbyn touched them softly, as if trying to feel her blush. His gaze outlined the shape of her mouth, and she suddenly felt something a lot deeper than mere lust trying to snake its way through her system to dig its roots into her heart.

“You stayed,” she whispered.

“I told you I would and I keep my word, Reyna,” he stated clearly, leaving no room for doubt. “Always.”

About the Author: A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and its many sub-genres, enjoying the evergreen life of the Pacific Northwest. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.

A lifetime lover of Fairytales, Myths, Legends and ancient pantheons, she spends more time researching than writing. A.C.’s biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with very naughty twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.

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Hearthstone Alpha by A.C. Melody – Spotlight and Giveaway


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All Reyna Daniels wants is to secure her return home to Minneapolis. The last thing she needs is to find her world completely inundated by the magnetizing, hostile Corbyn Bruschard and his group of male-model friends.

Corbyn’s not ashamed at being everywhere, since it’s his territory, and he’s certainly not going to apologize for trying to keep Reyna safe. Especially when she’s his mate.

With all signs pointing to an old enemy’s return, Reyna’s going to have to suck it up and face her ancient Norse heritage fast. That doesn’t mean she has to accept being mated to an Alpha who threatens all of her hard-earned independence.

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His silvery eyes roamed her freely now, rather than trying to penetrate into her bones.

“Won’t that leave Serena and Justin alone?”

“No,” he answered, leveling her with a stubborn stare. “You’re not going to win this argument, Reyna. There is no way in hell we’re leaving anything to chance, not with those who matter most to us. Now, get over here.”

Reyna scoffed. As if!

“Please,” he added gently.

It took Reyna about ten seconds to reluctantly scoot across the bench seat, still leaving a good arms length between them, because it appeared he wasn’t going anywhere until she did. If he thought she was done with her side of their little compromising barter, though, he was in for a big surprise! She inhaled sharply, when Corbyn hooked his arm around her waist, lifted her, and set her down across his lap. Her feet faced the passenger door, her back cradled in the crook of his left arm still clutching the steering wheel.

Desire unraveled in her veins, starting in her toes and working all of the way up to the roots of her hair. Every inch of her was once again hyper-aware of every inch of him, and she fought hard to keep her composure intact.

“Do you really think distance keeps you safe, falleg?” he asked softly, brushing her ponytail out from between the back of her head and his shoulder.

Fawk…what? “Did you just call me fugly?” she snapped.

“Not even close,” he replied. “Answer the question, Reyna. I’m onto your evasion tactics.”

Well, aren’t we clever?

About the Author: A.C. Melody lives in Washington State, is the proud mom of two amazing sons – okay, so they’re typical boys and always keep her on her toes! Stemming from a family of artists and musicians, she thrives in all things creative and would call a day without her MP3 player and coffee a day of reckoning. When she’s not writing, reading, drawing or cheering on the sidelines at football games, A.C. Also enjoys gardening, which has honed her ability to dodge raindrops into an enviable skill.

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The Zen Lounge by A.C. Melody – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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5 Tips for Researching That I Always Use

1. Cross-Reference

I never trust the first result to pop up online when I’m researching something. If I can find the same answer on multiple sites, than I’ll use it. If I can’t, than I sick my sister after it, because she can find anything online! I’ve run into the problem of having the wrong result too many times to trust researching any other way, especially with foreign words, but I’ll cover that part in a little bit.

2. Do the Research Yourself

I know… it’s tedious, it’s time-consuming, you want to poke your eye out with a pencil, but it really is imperative. Not only are you getting every detail another might miss, but as an added bonus, researching can become your treasured muse – or, your security plan. Every time I research, I either find more about my subject that helps expand my storyline, giving me ideas I never would have thought of myself – or, has saved me from using the wrong subject by discovering it was not at all what I thought it was.

3. Dig Deeper

Okay, if you’re anything like me, you were raised speaking one language: improper English. So, when it comes to incorporating foreign words or names into our books, we don’t always think about things like masculine and feminine rules. We just expect there to be one word exchanged for our English word and that’s typically not the case. Here’s an example of one everyone might be familiar with:

“My Dear” translated into French is Mon Cher (masculine) or Ma Chère (feminine). It is not Mon Cher vs. Ma Chérie, because the latter is actually the feminine translation of “My Darling.” Mon Chéri would be the proper usage for that masculine variation.

Names can also be tricky, depending on which foreign heritage your character has. If your main protagonist is the son of a Russian immigrant and named Aleksandr, you might want to consider that culturally, his family is going to call him Sasha, instead. Yet, he will never be addressed as Sasha by a stranger, that would actually be off-putting.

A neat little feature that Wikipedia has on some of their foreign words is a table that shows the differences between genitive, nominative, plural, singular, etc. This is very handy, if you’re thinking about using foreign nouns as a thing, rather than a person. For example:

Wolf, translated into Old Norse is úlfr (singular): “That úlfr/wolf/ is hungry.” úlfar (plural): “Those úlfar/wolves/ over there.” úlfrinn (nominative singular): “They are úlfrinn/of the wolf species/.” úlfarnir (nominative plural): “The úlfarnir/wolf species as a whole/ have gone extinct.”

This is very important to know if you’re planning on using your foreign word in different contexts throughout your story.

4. Everything Goes

Research everything you’re not 100% sure of. Research everything you think you made up, too, because it probably already exists and could possibly be copyrighted or trademarked. Here’s the cool thing, though. It used to be that the number one rule was “write what you know,” but that was before the world wide web. I spent an entire day walking around Downtown Minneapolis, yet I’ve never been to Minnesota. Thanks to Google Earth, I can describe everything I saw in explicit detail. Right now, you have every shred of information you could ever need at your fingertips. All you have to do is find it, and then you will be writing what you know.

5. Take Advantage

Wikipedia has another feature that I absolutely love. At the bottom of their pages are lists of their resources, as well as any time that subject has ever been used in literature, movies, etc. So, let’s say you want one of your characters to be a fallen angel that was actually mentioned in biblical scripture, but not necessarily one of the angels that people have already over-used. That little list on Wikipedia will show you every reference of when, where and how often your angel’s name has ever been mentioned, with a link you can follow to get even more information.

In short (Ha! Just kidding), readers might not know why your story is so great or even think about how many hours you put into researching, but they do notice when it’s missing. They do appreciate the fullness, the depth and believe it or not, the learning they get by reading a well-researched book. Or, I’m really just a nerd. That’s always a possibility, too! Thanks for reading!

3_3 wc Cover_TheZenLoungeWelcome to the Zen Lounge, twenty-one floors of customizable carnal pleasures to fulfill your wildest fantasies. Even in the year 2192, it shouldn’t exist but Voryk Kade simply couldn’t ignore the urge to take a closer look. What he finds is a woman bent on ruining everything he’d ever believed to be true. She holds the key to all of Voryk’s darkest, neediest desires and despite her silence, provides the proof behind his belief that there is something far seedier going on under the high-end gloss of professional eroticism.

Enlisting the help of his closest friends, Voryk’s only goal is to keep Nexlana safe, naked and his. Unfortunately, she was already someone’s favorite pet and when Master comes calling, it’s with a vengeance and the intent of never letting her slip away again. Haunted pasts continue to resurface, only Nexlana’s might be far deadlier than any of them could have guessed—connections between her, arson, an assassination and a cold case no one ever wanted to delve into again. To stop the worst case scenario from taking place, they must finally figure out just who in the hell the Master really is.

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Closing her eyes for a moment, she shuddered, and then grabbed Voryk’s hand and placed it on her throat, running it down toward her chest.

“Yes, it’s warm,” he said aloud what she could not.

When her eyes opened on his, Voryk noted that his blood was also very warm. Under the palm of his hand, her heart beat a little faster. In her ethereal eyes, a familiar beckoning called out to him, igniting his own need. Taking the wine from her, Voryk leaned forward and returned it to the table. This time, he didn’t sit back. Her pulse throbbed beneath his fingertips, as he turned his head just so and buried his face in the silky texture of her hair, in the scent of it. Slowly, he ran just the tip of his nose over the soft flesh of her throat, his fingers curling around the nape of her neck before he grazed the same line of flesh with his lips.

Her pulse skittered and raced, stirring his blood even more, kicking his desire into a sizzling temperature. He loitered at her jaw, using lips, tongue and teeth. Though she was silent, her breath was warm and choppy in his ear. Leaving a trail of kisses across the hollow of her cheek, Voryk found her mouth. That mouth, he thought again. God, that mouth.

About the Author: A.C. Melody lives in Washington State, is the proud mom of two amazing sons – okay, so they’re typical boys and always keep her on her toes! Stemming from a family of artists and musicians, she thrives in all things creative and would call a day without her MP3 player and coffee a day of reckoning. When she’s not writing, reading, drawing or cheering on the sidelines at football games, A.C. Also enjoys gardening, which has honed her ability to dodge raindrops into an enviable skill.

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