Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway – Haven’s Revenge by Phetra H. Novak

About the Book

HavensRevengeFSTitle: Haven’s Revenge

Series: A Caddo Norse Novel

Author: Phetra H. Novak

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Shayla Mist

Length: 305 Pages

Release Date: October 23, 2015

Blurb: Haven Naranjo is a proud Caddo Indian, with a frightening past. He was a mere fifteen year old boy when he found his parents, part of his tribe, and his high school sweetheart slaughtered by a wereman gone mad. Falling victim to a system that is not always prepared to deal with a shattered young mind, Haven finally gives up on himself. He grows up to be bitter and hateful toward the creatures he hate. Werewolves.

Alexander Prescott is the younger of the two Prescott boys and comes from a large werewolf clan. But things are bigger than that. Alexander, is the true vessel of the Fenrir Ulv and is to become the leader of all supernatural beings, the King of Wolves. On top of that, he’s in love with Haven. He’s known since he hit puberty that Haven is his true mate. But there’s one problem, Haven hates what he can become. However, Alexander has a plan on how he is to charm his, and his wolf’s way into the grumpy Caddo Indian man’s heart.

But fate has other plans for them. The Asa Guard enters their calm country living, determined to use their own kind against them and kill the true vessel—Alexander Prescott.

When war between the Asa Gods and the Fenrir Ulv starts knocking on their door, what side will the damaged Haven choose? Will he find a way of trusting those, especially Alexander, who he feels has betrayed him and let his animal, the eagle, lead him straight to his fate by his mate’s side? Or will he trust the words of strangers, who come to make his quest of seeing all shifters dead a reality?

Haven’s Revenge is a story of an emotional journey for a whole community. It’s about finding acceptance not just from others but in yourself.


“Wouldn’t that be the weirdest turn of fate, if this turns out to be true?” David said, scratching the back of his neck, snorting loudly, seeing the reaction it would bring in front of him.

“If this is his fate, then we have to go with it and believe the spirits know what they’re doing. Haven has reasons for his hate but he’s not weak. He’s one of the strongest people I know, and he needs recognition for that. Haven’s a good kid.” They all looked at each other, and started laughing. “Fine, and a huge pain in the ass but until we know more, let’s just keep this on the down low.”

“I’m with the tea snob, here,” David pointed at Eddy but looked at Coleman the entire time. “We can sort Haven out if all this comes to be true. We’ll make sure Alex and he get their shit together, fuck like bunnies to get that mated bond sorted, and then live happily ever after. I’ll tie the fucker down if I have too, and you know how good I am with rope.”

“Jesus Christ, David, paint me a picture, why don’t you?” Coleman groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Sorry, Alpha. I’m not really that artistic.” He snickered as they started to walk back toward the main house, where David had parked his car.

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 About the Author

Phetra often refers to herself as the odd man out, the dorky book nerd who rather spend her time with a good book or making up fantastic stories with even more fantastic characters, than live in the real world dealing with real people.

The real world is strange in a very non humorous way and people in it complicate it to the point of wearing you out. In the world of the written word no matter if it is in someone else’s words or that of her own things might get busy, complicated, and sometime even plain painful but somewhere along the line there is always a hero on the horizon. He might not be prime or proper, a church going pretty boy since the author prefer rebellious men and women who don’t follow the protocols of society.

One of her favorite saying are that only dead fish follow the stream and well she ain’t no dead fish.

Phetra live together with her family, two children, a domestic partner and their two cats in Gothenburg, Sweden and when reading her books you will notice that she always finds a way of bringing her on culture into her books.

The joy of writing and reading comes from her childhood and is something she has always loved, something she is passionate to share with others. Phetra loves hearing from her readers even with ideas of what they want to come next.

If you are looking for her the best place to start looking for her is at home in the quietest corner of the house where you’ll find her either curled up with her Kindle or her laptop typing away.

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Exclusive Excerpt – The Prince’s Consort by Antonia Aquilante

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The Prince’s Consort
Author: Antonia Aquilante
Genre: M/M Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Release Date: October 16, 2015
Length: Novel (290 pages)

2015NewAbout the Book

Legends tell of large cats defending the principality of Tournai, but such creatures have been lost to time.

Or have they?

Prince Philip inherited the throne at a young age, and since then, his life has centered around ruling his country and resisting those pressuring him to take a wife and conceive an heir—forcing him to hide his attraction to men. When kind-hearted Amory is offered to the prince in exchange for more time for Amory’s father to complete a commission, both Philip and Amory are horrified. But Philip agrees to keep Amory at the palace, where they gradually become friends, then lovers. For the first time in his life, Philip is free to share not only his heart, but the magical shape-shifting ability that runs in the royal bloodline.

Neither Amory nor Philip imagined falling in love, and they certainly don’t expect the lengths those who oppose their relationship will go to keep them apart—maybe even resorting to murder.

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Amory frowned as he thought. “I’ve never heard of a Talent running in the royal family.”

“Like I said. It’s kept very quiet. It doesn’t show up all the time. It tends to skip generations and skip around within generations.” Philip was quiet for a moment. “I’ve never told anyone.”

Not anyone? Even Vasco? And why did that make Amory feel so special? But Philip still looked worried. Amory stroked a hand over Philip’s hair the way Philip liked. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“I want to, but I’m not sure how you’ll react.”

Why would he react badly to magical Talent? “It’s fine. You can tell me.”

Philip took a deep breath. “I can turn myself into a cat.”

Well, he hadn’t expected that. “A cat?”

“Yes.” Philip seemed to be waiting, and hardly breathing while he did. He was really that worried about Amory’s reaction.

“That’s incredible. I’ve never heard of anything like it.” Amory hadn’t made a study of magic, so he supposed he wouldn’t have. He’d heard of the well-known Talents, the ones everyone encountered like healing and Talents for creating fire and light and the less commonly occurring but still important ones like weather working. But there were stories, old stories, of man-sized cats who had defended Tournai against invasion long ago. The legends were vague, but they persisted, that there was some sort of magical protection surrounding Tournai, and that the cats would always return to defend the country. All to the good, he supposed, since Tournai was a small country, but an important and strategic trading center. Many countries might like to control such a place. But he never thought there was any truth to them. Could the royal family’s Talent be the origin of those stories?

“It’s rare,” Philip was saying. “And useless to me.”

Amory bit his lip. “Can you show me?”

Philip hesitated. “If you like.”

“Please. I want to know all about you, Pip.” He ran his hand through Philip’s hair again, hoping to soothe. “But only if you’re comfortable showing me.”

“I want you to see and to know that part of me too.” Philip backed away from Amory’s chair. Amory rose to face him. “Don’t be scared, all right? I turn into a pretty big cat.”

“I won’t.” He hoped he could keep his promise. Philip looked so worried, and those legends were about man-sized cats.

“Elodie hates it. She doesn’t use her Talent much because she turns into a little ball-of-fluff kitten.” Philip was obviously stalling because he was nervous. A rush of protectiveness moved through Amory, and he wanted to soothe away Philip’s worry.

“I can see Elodie as an active kitten.” He grinned. But then his curiosity got the better of him. “So you can’t control the type of cat, and you don’t all turn into the same type?”

“No, and not all of us do. There’s Elodie. My grandfather turned into a big cat according to my father. Some of the cousins have the Talent, but not all of them.” Philip took a deep breath, like he was bracing himself. “Ready?”

“When you are.”

Philip nodded and closed his eyes. The air around him shimmered with an almost amber light, obscuring Philip for an instant. And then sitting where Philip stood a second before was a huge cat.

2015NewAbout the author

Antonia Aquilante Author imageAntonia Aquilante has been making up stories for as long as she can remember, and at the age of twelve, decided she would be a writer when she grew up. After many years and a few career detours, she has returned to that original plan. Her stories have changed over the years, but one thing has remained consistent – they all end in happily ever after.

She has a fondness for travel (and a long list of places she wants to visit and revisit), taking photos, family history, fabulous shoes, baking treats which she shares with friends and family, and of course reading. She usually has at least two books started at once and never goes anywhere without her Kindle. Though she is a convert to ebooks, she still loves paper books the best, and there are a couple thousand of them residing in her home with her.

Born and raised in New Jersey, she is living there again after years in Washington, DC, and North Carolina for school and work. She enjoys being back in the Garden State but admits to being tempted every so often to run away from home and live in Italy.

She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the New Jersey Romance Writers.








Guest Post & Excerpt – Challenge the Darkness by Dirk Greyson

I want to take a minute to thank Charlie Cochet for having me as her guest.  She is an amazing lady and a wonderful friend.  I tip my eyes and my hat to you.  :)

Yellowstone wolves is my first endeavor into paranormal stories.  When I decided to write a shifter story, I really wanted to come up with a premise that would be different and engaging.  So while I usually start with the characters, with this story I started with the environment.    The setting, world building, and even religion of my wolves was very important in order to make the world come to life.  Once I had that, then I could populate the world with the characters and make the entire story come to life.

One thing that has fascinated me for years is the reintroduction of wolves into Yellowstone and their effect on the environment.  So I decided to set my world in that area.   As I was working up this idea, I read Kate Douglas’s Dark Wolf series and hit on the idea for the Mother goddess.  I contacted Kate and she was very gracious about letting me use the idea.  (She is amazing)  After that, the characters came to life for me.  All I had to do was set Mikael and Denton in my world as the alphas of neighboring packs, both under threat, and the rest of the story came to me.  I love it when that happens and I adored writing this story.  It’s fun, sexy, heated, passionate, with action, romance, and deep emotion.  It carried me on a journey and I hope it will for you too.

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Author: Dirk Greyson

Series: Yellowstone Wolves

Genre: M/M Paranormal Shifters

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: Aug 31 2015

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print


When alpha shifter Mikael Volokov is called to witness a challenge, he learns the evil and power-hungry Anton Gregor will stop at nothing to attain victory. Knowing he will need alliances to keep his pack together, Mikael requests a congress with the Evergreen pack and meets Denton Arguson, Evergreen alpha, to ask for his help. Fate has a strange twist for both of them though, and Mikael and Denton soon realize they’re destined mates.

Denton resists the pull between them—he has his own pack and his own responsibilities. But Mikael isn’t willing to give up. The Mother has promised Mikael his mate, told him he must fight for him, and that only together can they defeat the coming darkness. When Anton casts his sights on Denton’s pack, attacks and sabotage follow, pulling Denton and Mikael together to defeat a common enemy. But Anton’s threats sow seeds of destruction enough to break any bond, and the mates’ determination to challenge the darkness may be their only saving grace.

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“If we can smell them, they can scent us, so we’ll stay where we are for a moment.” Mikael inhaled again, pulling the scent of heaven from the air. He scented once again and his nose damn near jumped off his face and did some sort of happy dance. Mikael turned to Karl, wondering if he smelled it as well, but his brother scanned around on his usual protective alert. “Do you smell that?”

“What? All I smell are two wolves, and it’s getting stronger but I don’t see anyone yet.” Karl turned toward the restaurant. “They must be in there.” Karl stopped as Mikael stared at him. “What? You look like you do when Mom bakes her wild strawberry pie and you can smell it for miles.”

“This is better,” Mikael whispered as a surge of energy raced through him, settling in his now aching groin. Fuck, what the hell is this? His pants were achingly tight and his dick was about to shred the seams of his pants.

“What’s wrong with you? Your teeth are lowering and your eyes have gone feral,” Karl whispered. “It isn’t like you to lose control. What gives?”

“Fuck if I know,” Mikael whispered and inhaled through his mouth, trying anything to calm himself. His wolf wanted out badly, and Mikael was seconds from turning his head to the ceiling and howling to the heavens, which was not good and could not happen. He turned away and saw a sign for the restrooms. He didn’t say a word, just headed for them with Karl right behind him.

“What’s wrong with you? This meeting is important and you lose control now?”

“I just need a few seconds, that’s all. Stand outside and make sure everyone stays away. I’ll be right out.” Mikael pushed the door open and the scents of the bathroom, while clean, overwhelmed his nose and blocked out whatever had set him off. Strong scents were always hard on wolves, so none of them ever wore anything but what God gave them. All Mikael could come up with was that the scents the humans were wearing must have short-circuited his nose for a few minutes. He went to the sink and ran the cold water, splashing some on his face. He breathed normally and his wolf, while active, seemed to settle back down.

“I’m in control, and unless we want a disaster on our hands, I have to stay in control,” Mikael repeated to himself and his wolf for a few seconds. Both halves of himself had to be in agreement at a critical time like this. Once he was feeling better, Mikael left the restroom and stepped out into the lobby.

He scented cologne and deodorant from the humans and wrinkled his nose slightly before dismissing it. Then the sweet, earthy scent hit him again: human mixed with wolf, and earth, heaven, water, and fire all at once.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Let’s go. We have business to conduct.” He was going to do this come hell or high water. He led Karl to the restaurant and stepped inside. Instantly his gaze fell on two large men who met their gazes intently. The one had the warm, rich skin of a Native American. He slowly got to his feet and stood to the side of the other man. “Mother, help me,” Mikael whispered. The other man was broader, and as he got to his feet, it was obvious he matched Mikael in height, size, and strength. He was also stunning, with blond hair that reached his shoulders in light waves, but as soon as Mikael got a few steps closer, it was the eyes—as blue and deep as the clear summer sky—that damn near touched his soul. Those eyes were familiar; he’d seen them one time before. The Mother herself had shown them to him long ago. This was his mate, and he was truly royally screwed. Two alphas together would be like dropping gasoline onto a forest fire. They did not mix, and they would fight each other tooth and nail. This was totally fucked up. He inhaled, and his wolf bounded upward desperately trying to come forward. It took all the willpower he could muster to stop him and to keep his expression neutral as he stepped toward the two men.

2015NewAbout the author

Dirk Greyson Caricature200Dirk is very much an outside kind of man.  He loves travel and seeing new things.  Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades.  He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job.  But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he’s built.  Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.


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