*Pre-Release & Giveaway* Marking by the Alpha

 

An alpha with a storied legacy. 

An independent woman rebuilding after grief. 

Forbidden desire—

for only one is human….

Marked by the Alpha

Tolstone Wolf Shifters Book 1

by Sheritta Bitikofer

Genre: Paranormal Fated Mates Romance

An alpha with a storied legacy. An independent woman rebuilding after grief. Forbidden desire—for only one is human….

After her mother’s death, photographer Erica Barrett, buys a home she and her mother obsessed over during her childhood in the quaintly historical town of Tolstone. Her magnetic next door neighbor intrigues and disturbs her. The sensual pull feels otherworldly.

Wolf shifter Dominic Beaumont never wanted to be the prime alpha of the sanctuary city, Tolstone, but when his father dies, he’s forced to step up as pack leader and prime alpha over all the wolf packs sheltering in his town. Erica’s arrival is dangerous. The attraction is fierce and instant, but duty comes first.

When revelations about Erica’s past and parentage create chaos, and she questions everything she thought she knew about herself, Dominic is her strength. But as tension builds in the pack, and his leadership is challenged, love becomes a risk that could cost him his authority, his people, and everything he’s sworn to protect.

Perfect for readers craving illicit wolf-shifter romance filled with fate, secrets, rebellion and an alpha willing to risk everything for love. 

 

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“Why are you lying to me? Lying to yourself?” Dominic beseeched, now his turn to interrupt. “I know you feel something between us because I feel it too.” He rushed forward, heedless of the consequences, and took her hand to press it to his chest. “You can’t tell me this is all one-sided. I knew the moment you walked into this store that you were special.”

Erica rolled her eyes and slipped her hand out of his grasp. “Those lines are so old, Dominic. If you think saying all the right things is going to make me change my mind, you’re wrong.”

As if he had been physically slapped in the face, Dominic staggered. “Lines? Is that what you think this is? Like I’m just playing you?”

“Aren’t you?” she sneered. “Isn’t that what guys like you do? Say all those pretty things like ‘I read in my spare time’ and ‘It’s such a burden to be needed’ and all that bullshit. Then, when you have the girl, you dump her for the newest thing that comes along. You’re only interested because I’m something new in town, right? Someone new to win over.”

His mouth hung open. “Why would you—"

Then he stopped. He was going to ask why she would believe something so heinous, so stereotypical and cynical. Then he remembered what she had told him last night. She never grew up with a father, and if he could take a wild guess, he would have said that her mother planted those ideas in her head. No man could be trusted. A woman should rely on herself and no one else. Erica’s entire childhood would have been one jaded, dysfunctional mess, and this was the kind of baggage she carried into adulthood.

The mating bond was there and he knew everything out of her mouth was forced. She might have believed what she said, but her heart wasn’t in her accusations. Below the anger, below those hateful words, Erica really didn’t want this to end. The mating bond told him that much, otherwise, this thing between them would have unraveled already, wouldn’t it?

Too dumbfounded, he just stared into her beautiful face, the one that was on the verge of bursting into fresh tears. Her pride denied her the release. He would have loved for her to come apart in his hands, just so he could have the privilege of comforting her when she needed it most and put the pieces back together the right way.

“What can I do to make you believe me?”

Erica looked away, and he saw her throat work. “I don’t know if there is anything you could say.”

Just then, his pocket buzzed and chimed, and he was ready to smash the damned cellphone.

“Go ahead,” she said as she marched away. “Go play hero for someone else.”

 

Sheritta Bitikofer writes paranormal romance with a particular fondness for wolf shifters and witches. Her stories are driven by one guiding belief: love inspires courage. Through fierce romances, unbreakable pack bonds, and the magic of covens and family, her characters fight for the lives—and loves—they deserve. Sheritta lives in northwest Florida, where she drinks far too much coffee and joyfully balances life as a wife and mother while crafting her next heartfelt paranormal love story.

 

When she's not writing her next novel or taking care of her daughter, Sheritta enjoys diving into the fascinating and complex history of the American Civil War. With a BA in American History from American Public University, her primary focus of study is the many human-interest stories that embody the spirit of the mid-nineteenth century. 

 

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*Cover Reveal & Giveaway* Flash Point

 

A flash of attraction, the potential for more.

Flash Point

Pinegrove FD Book 4

by Libby Kay

Genre: Small-Town Firefighter Sweet Romance

A flash of attraction, the potential for more.

Best-selling author Libby Kay’s sweet fireman romance Flash Point is a bad boy redemption story perfect for fans of B.K. Borison’s Lovelight series.

Javier “Javi” Ortiz never has trouble finding a date. The confident fireman enjoys the perks of no-strings hook-ups and his bachelor lifestyle. Yet when a certain blonde moves to Pinegrove, the idea of casual dating fizzles out. Javi is finally ready to settle down, but will he be able to charm his way into her life? Or will his reputation ruin his chance at real love?

Lola Peabody has given up on love. She doesn’t have time for men and their empty promises, especially with her hands full being a single mom and running her own photography business. Her plans do not include finding a man, even a charismatic fireman who treats her and her daughter like queens.

But Pinegrove is a small town, and the pair can’t stay away from each other. From photoshoots and romance book club to quiet walks in the woods, Lola and Javi spend more and more time together.

Could this be happily ever after? Or will their romance burn out faster than a five-alarm fire?

 

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Libby Kay lives in the city in the heart of the Midwest with her husband. When she’s not writing, Libby loves reading romance novels of any kind. Stories of people falling in love nourish her soul. Contemporary or Regency, sweet or hot, as long as there is a happily ever after—she’s in love!

When not surrounded by books, Libby can be found baking in her kitchen, binging true crime shows, or on the road with her husband, traveling as far as their bank account will allow.

Libby cohosts the Romance Roundup podcast with Liz Donatelli where they recommend romance books and interview authors, influencers, and publishers. Check it out for your weekly dose of romance!

 

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*Book Tour & Giveaway* When the Forest Dreams

 

What if the life you were meant to live was waiting just outside your door?

When the Forest Dreams

by Andrea Ezerins

Genre: Romantic Women’s Literary Fiction

For fans of L. M. Montgomery’s The Blue Castle, a contemporary retelling of the beloved romance that follows a sheltered young woman’s quest for love in New York City—and her search for a rare and elusive bird in the deep Arkansas forest.

What if the life you were meant to live was waiting just outside your door?

New York City, 2013. Emma Jablonski’s life is as dry as the day-old bread at her family’s bakery. Living with her parents and grandmother, she clings to the only escape she knows: a recurring dream that feels more real than her waking world. But when Emma’s eyes are open, she’s reminded of what’s out of reach—Jake, the enigmatic boy-next-door.

After a life-changing diagnosis forces her to face her fears, Emma decides it’s time to truly live—before it’s too late. With Jake and his vibrant friend Vee, she dives into a whirlwind of experiences: a fake engagement, dazzling parties, and an obsession with the elusive ivory-billed woodpecker, a bird that may not even exist.

But as her daring adventure is coming to an end, Emma begins to embrace a future she never thought possible. Dreams and reality aren’t supposed to mix . . . are they?

A modern retelling of L.M. Montgomery’s The Blue Castle, this gentle story of love, resilience, and the beauty of the unknown reminds us to seek joy in the most unexpected places.

 

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“Birds anchor nearly every part of the novel...Emma connects to the myth of Halcyon and Ceyx, lovers who were turned into birds so they could stay together. That story threads through Emma's dreams and later through her waking choices."-Book Trib Review by Caroline Belina

“When the Forest Dreams is magical, a delightful tale with a setting that feels real and characters that live in your heart long after you turn the last page of the story.” – Five Star Readers’ Favorite

Ezerins offers up a contemporary fairytale spiced with a sexy romance, family drama, and the search for a possibly extinct woodpecker. If you're looking for a heart-warming story of self-discovery (with birds!), this one delivers. – Pam McGaffain, author of Shade of Wings

 

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from Chapter 25: Christmas

In this scene, a quiet Christmas moment between Jake and Emma becomes something more—a gift, a memory, and an unspoken fear of what’s to come.

 

When Jake and I step out onto Fifth Avenue, the cold whips through our bulky coats. The air has that expectant heaviness that feels as if it will snow at any moment. We hurry home and make hot chocolate. My boxes of cookies are hidden away, ready for tomorrow.

“I have something for you,” I say shyly as we sit in the living room, sipping our hot chocolate. “I don’t want to give it to you at your parents'. Do you want it now or tomorrow morning?”

Jake looks up from his mug; he has a chocolate mustache. “Now, please,” he blurts.

I go into Vee’s room, where I hid Jake’s present, and pull it out from under her bed. I carry it back to the couch and hand him the wrapped gift, and he grins, “I love surprises.”

He tears open the wrapping, revealing the framed collage inside. There is a Snowy Owl in the center and then in seven smaller pictures around the edge: there is a yellow-rumped warbler, a palm warbler, a northern cardinal, a white-throated sparrow, a black-capped chickadee and a dark-eyed junco. The last one is a lovely wood thrush to commemorate the job he got me.

“These are the birds we’ve seen when we were together in the park, not the actual picture as I don’t have a camera, but pictures of the birds plus, of course, the wood thrush,” I babble. “I know you hate John Foster, but you seem to like birds, and I thought this could be something for you to remember me by―you know, for when this whole thing is over.” I wave my hands nervously then clasp them at my chest, waiting.

Jake tilts his head and replies, “I love it. You are right. I do like seeing birds with you.” His expression shifts. “But let’s not talk about this whole thing being over. That will just make me sad.”

My heart swells, “Deal.”

We sit sipping our cocoa and talk about each of the birds. I made myself the exact same collage, something to brighten my room when I’m back at my parents’, alone again. I’ll remember each bird sighting. This moment, too. I’m already storing it away, something to take out and examine when the days grow long.

 

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After spending three decades in the insurance industry, Andrea Ezerins traded risk assessments for plot twists. Andrea lives in Hebron, Connecticut, with her husband and is the proud mom of two daughters and identical twin sons. When she’s not writing, she’s raising bluebirds and monarch butterflies, running, or flowing through yoga—often while plotting her next book.

 

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*Book Tour & Giveaway* How To Love a Lord

 

He thought he loved her sister—until one night changed everything.

How to Love a Lord

A B.A.D. Guide Book 2

by Tina Holland

Genre: Historical Regency Romance

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After a night of mistaken identity and unexpected passion, Arabella Kendall vows to keep her secret, especially from Viscount Pierce Ellis, the man who unknowingly claimed her heart. With her twin sister, Amelia, eager for a London Season, Arabella escapes to the Scottish countryside, determined to avoid scandal and matrimony.

Pierce, Viscount Kernwith, has always believed he loved the poised and perfect Amelia Fitzwilliam. But when he learns it was Arabella he spent that fateful night with, everything changes. Realizing the truth, he's determined to make Arabella his bride.

But Kernwith is on the brink of ruin, and as they work together to save the estate, buried secrets emerge. As the past is revealed, Arabella must decide: can she trust the man who mistook her for someone else, or will pride keep them apart forever?

 

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Arabella in another man’s arms unsettled him more than Amelia’s wedding. How could that be? He’d once believed his heart belonged to Amelia. But she'd married Devonhold, and instead of breaking him, it had brought anger and now… relief. That was the truth, wasn’t it? A quiet, undeniable sense of rightness had settled over him then, but now a storm raged at the idea of losing Arabella. It wasn’t just an obligation that pulled him toward her. It was the realization that he may have loved her all along.

A flash of light blue caught his eye when she sailed through the doorway, mercifully alone. She looked thin. Perhaps she wasn’t well.

As he traversed the room toward her, she lifted her gaze and met his. Her stare reminded

 him of a doe ready to flee. “Would you care for the next dance?” he asked once he reached her

 side.

Arabella crossed her arms. “I heard you abused Charlotte’s feet last night, so I think not.”

“A turn in the garden, then.”

“That wouldn’t be proper.”

Was she truly going to pretend nothing had passed between them? Damn it, he wouldn’t be dismissed like some unwanted suitor. “We must speak to one another,” he fairly shouted over

 the music, drawing eyes to them.

Her cheeks flushed, and her mouth formed an ‘O’, before she turned on her heel and left,

 her bottom a dancing curve of pale blue silk as she fled. Once she reached the edge of the

 ballroom, he discreetly followed her.

Arabella darted down the hall, opened a door at the end, and entered a room.

Pierce glanced over his shoulder to ensure no one followed them. Once at the door, he

 stopped with his hand on the handle.

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Tina Holland was born in Frankfurt, Germany, and now calls the Red River Valley of North Dakota home. Living on a hobby farm, she draws inspiration from wide prairie skies, quiet country roads, and the rich history that often finds its way into her stories.

Published since 2005, Tina writes character-driven fiction filled with heart, tension, and emotional depth. Her Regency romances, including How to Marry a Major and her newest release, How to Love a Lord, blend wit, longing, and resilience in tales of bold heroines and honorable heroes. She also writes paranormal and cozy mysteries under the pen name Kaye Maxx.

In addition to writing, Tina is an engaging speaker and workshop instructor. She teaches her F.E.A.R.S. workshop (available online or in person) and enjoys connecting with readers through libraries, book clubs, signings, and virtual events. She is a member of Writer Zen Garden, Moorhead Friends Writing Group, and F-M Word Weavers.

Press kits, review copies, and promotional materials are available upon request.

For booking inquiries, interviews, or events, please contact:
krissyg@rrt.net

 

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*Book Tour & Giveaway* When June Haunts May-GUEST POST

One visible spirit.

Two phantom thieves.

Three courageous friends.

When June Haunts May

The Haunting of Pinedale High #10

by Celaine Charles

Genre: Cozy YA Paranormal Ghost Story

June Brookes has haunted the library at Pinedale High for decades, without attention. Until one day, new sophomore, May Blakely, notices. Could this be June’s chance to cross over to the hereafter? If only she knew what needed to be finished from her old life.

Angsty May prefers solitude. Her deadbeat dad may have ditched her in this small town, but she has no interest befriending this strange girl, or the cute boy across the street.

June’s hereafter hustle goes haywire when two phantom soldiers plot to hijack her passage to peace, at the expense of hurting fellow students. June saves May’s life, igniting their joint efforts to protect the school. Can May help June to her happily ever afterlife?

  

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“Have you ever seen her in a class?”

What was he getting at? “We don’t have any classes together. But I don’t have any classes with you either.”

“Okay, so how about the fact that she was cold as ice when I touched her shoulder?”

The chills she’d sensed from June had felt like relief in the blazing sun, but she had noticed them. “What are you saying?”

Reid pulled her underneath a yellowing oak in an empty yard. Ignoring her look of annoyance, he glanced over his shoulders before whispering low and close to her ear. “Did you know Pinedale High is haunted?”

First the woods and now the whole school? May stepped back, hands up in feigned surrender. “Okay-okay, I get it. Prank the new kid. You know, I’m sorry I even thought about checking in on you. I don’t have time for this.” She about-faced and strode down the sidewalk without him.

“Wait, what? I’m not pranking you.” He caught up in only a few strides, his long legs veering her off to the side. “Please, hear me out.”

May’s mind flipped through any example of a high school boy wanting her to hear him out. This had to be a trick. “No, you listen to me. I’ve been the new girl far too many times than I care to count. And I get it. I’m easy prey…perhaps even a challenge.” She thumped him in his too-close-to-her chest. “But I’m not playing.”

“I think June’s a ghost. I’m not kidding or pranking you. And I need you to listen.”

Flashes of her strange interactions with her new friend…if she could even call her that…flickered through May’s mind. They’d only known each other for a couple of days, but she had sensed something off.

She turned away from him, trying to put everything together. Bouts of June’s chilliness, yes. But earlier, it had been strange how fast she’d flown down the spectator stands. Before that, she struggled to push open the main school doors.

May had attributed June’s glossy hollow eyes to the lighting, but maybe it was because of something else. She closed her own eyes for clarity, kicking her foot into the grass. Maybe allergies?

She tucked her hair behind her ear, running the strands between her fingers as more details registered. June’s peculiar way of speaking was odd, and her clothes that first day, like a blast from the past. She was still wearing her penny loafers…with pennies inside.

May dropped her backpack, shook her head at Reid, who was waiting for her to process. But her brain wasn’t cooperating. “Ghosts?” The word spat off her tongue like she’d swallowed a flick of her cat’s tail.

“I know I sound insane. I’m not. I promise.” He glimpsed her with creamy brown eyes. They were the color of Great-Grandma’s sweet tea, and she was overheating inside and out, ready for a tall glass.

“Is this why you’ve been crying at the pond during lunch?”

“What?” His face scrunched, cheeks burning past the eighty-degree temperature outside to a brighter shade of full-blown embarrassment. “No. I mean—I’m not crying at the pond. What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

They stood at an impasse, shock etching along both their eyebrows and drawn lips. Her mind raced for something to say, and if she had to guess, he was in the same boat.

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Celaine Charles lives in the enchanted Pacific Northwest, teaching elementary school by day and writing by the stars at night. She’s an award-winning, multi-genre author who balances her dual life creating poetry, fantasy, and contemporary romance shorts, while blogging about her journey on Steps in Between. In addition, she’s embarking on the world of children’s picture books.

She’s published collections of poetry through Egret Lake Books and Palmetto Publishing Group, and fiction through The Wild Rose Press and Eliza Storm Books.

Celaine is a member of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association, Storyteller Academy, Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, and reads poetry regularly with the Museum of Northwest Art, Writing’s on the Wall series.

 

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What is something unique/quirky about you? 

I don’t know if this qualifies as quirky, but with my ADHD mind, I have to set my stage wherever I am to accomplish my goals. When I write, I burn a candle and set a timer. I also use background music to put me in the mood for whatever genre I’m working in.

For example, when I was drafting my newest book, When June Haunts May, I burned a turquoise blue Glassybaby and played the score from Girl Haunts Boy, by Keegan DeWitt. With my timer set, I was able to stick with the characters and setting for this particular story. 

When writing for my Keepers Series, I burned a purple Glassybaby, and played the score from The Mortal Instruments, City of Bones, by Atli Orvarsson. The music and ambiance dropped me right into each book’s fantastical setting, and with the soundless timer, I was lost in the world I needed to be in for those allotted moments. 

Busy is my middle name. I have to do whatever I can to set myself up for success. And for me, even one line across the page in my active world is progress!

Who is your hero and why? 

My parents are my heroes, hands down. They adopted me when I was a baby. Looking back on my life (even though it wasn’t all perfect), I couldn’t have asked for a better mom and dad. At my age now, I find myself reminiscing about my childhood every now and then, and the parts that rise up are none of the typical childhood woes. We all have those. But thankfully, what’s surfacing for me are random memories of strawberry picking in the hot July sun, learning to ride a snowmobile in the freezing January snow, and washing dishes after family gatherings because being helpful counts for something. I love my parents with all my heart. I appreciate their patience in letting me grow into who I was, even when they didn’t always agree. They gave me the space to be me. That’s a priceless gift I hope to give my own children.

What do you do to unwind and relax? 

To be honest, relaxing and unwinding isn’t exactly in my nature. I’m a go-go-go person who is thinking and developing my stories even when I’m not writing. But I do have a couple of things that do the trick, even if I still constantly think about writing subconsciously. 

Living in the beautiful pacific northwest, I take a lot of walks and hikes. If the weather is too miserable, and I can’t get outside, I listen to audiobooks on the elliptical. In fact, I do much of my story planning on walks. I’m a poet as well, so nature has always been my muse. Even as a little girl, I’d look for stories hidden behind trees or under mushroom caps. Of course, back then I was also looking for fairies. I’ve always been a little whimsical.

Another way I relax is going to movies in a theater. I love the cushy seats (at the newer theaters) where my body is locked down (in a way). But my senses roam in a more controlled setting, that’s not my own making. I’m a captivated audience for something new. It’s dark. There’s surround sound. And the action on the screen literally forces me to let go and enjoy without feeling like I need to be the one creating. I need that every now and again.

A day in the life of the author? 

My mornings start at 5 AM, bright and early and in the dark! I cuddle my grand-kitty, start the coffee, and then work out (on autopilot before I can object). I will either spend time on the elliptical with an audiobook or complete a Pilates workout with Lindywell Pilates (online). Then I feed the cat, make my coffee (decaf with a sprinkle of caffeine, collagen, mushroom powder, beef protein, cinnamon, ginger, and coconut cream), and read my two daily devotionals. This sets my spirit right for the day. After that, I read for joy! I always make sure I get at least 15 minutes of reading books in before I get ready for work. 

My teaching day starts at eight in the morning, and I usually get home around six at night. After a little break to cuddle the kitty and chat with my hubby, he makes dinner (thank God), and I veg on the sofa for about half an hour. I may or may not complain about how tired I am, whine about all I have to do, and make excuses that I just don’t have time to write tonight. Finally, after dinner and clean-up, I head up the stairs, set my timer, and write for at least 25 minutes with the goal being an hour. Once I finish writing (which sometimes is actual writing and other times it’s rereading something I already wrote and editing it even when I should just wait until the whole story is done), I return to the sofa with my hubby and we watch one of our shows before bed (around 10 PM). 

Then I will do it all over again the next day! To be fair, I have my critique group on Mondays, so I don’t usually write on those nights. Some evenings I have more energy than others. If the writing isn’t coming, I always push for a few minutes just to see if I can get in the groove, but depending on my health or what’s happening at my day job (some months are busier than others), I may only write a couple days during the week. It’s the weekends where I do my major writing (and only squeezed in around family time). I call myself a weekend warrior writer when I accomplish huge feats!

Finding writing time is always tricky and never easy, if you ask me. It takes finagling and determination for sure.

 

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