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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Cafe Serenity is here!

When Paranormal meets Normal, the last thing you’ll find is Serenity. 

Something in Riverside is attacking those connected to Café Serenity, one of the local hangouts. The not-quite human owner and her misfit group of anything but human friends and employees band together with the police to solve the mystery. 

Simple task: just work with or around the Paranormal council of Elders, discover unknown soul mates, protect each other, and do it all without arising the suspicion or notice of the normal in town. 

Just another day at Café Serenity. 


Darien set the drink in front of Berk and then leaned on the bar.
Berk took a drink of the pink concoction and grinned before looking around at the others. “So,” his gaze moved over each one of the nine men present, “it’s just the males at this middle of the night meeting?” He smirked. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Darien tipped his beer bottle toward him and then took a sip. “It wouldn’t be a meeting if all the women were here.”
“No, it would be a party.” Baker added with a grin.
Kyran tasted the drink in front of him carefully, like he was unsure if he should be drinking it. “Not bad. What is it again?”
Darien saw the look pass between Attis and Pascal. He knew the look and felt a twinge of pain for the unsuspecting detective.
Pascal grabbed several shot glasses and placed them on the bar. “It’s a python,” He picked up a bottle of tequila and started to pour it, “patent pending.”
Shrugging, Kyran drank some more of it. “It’s good.”
Darien looked away when the human glanced at him. “Before we get into more of the libations, I’d like to brain storm and see if we can come up with a list of possible suspects that might have something against Serenity or Remi.”
Finn downed his tequila and washed it down with a mouthful of blood. “See I don’t get that anyone could have a thing against Remi.” He shrugged. “She’s…”
“The most brilliant…” Boden paused and studied his empty shot glass.
Baker winced as he swallowed his drink. “Graceful,” he croaked.
Darien watched Pascal set another drink in front of Kyran. He looked at the glass the vampire pushed toward him and downed the rest of his previous drink in one gulp, placing it in the hand waiting for it. Raising an eyebrow at Pascal, Darien tried not to smirk and the nonchalant expression on the scheming vamps face. He’d be pouring the detective in a cab later, Darien decided.
“Remi’s the most fucking understanding person I know.” Emery added in a strained voice.
Bates pointed at him, “And you’d know,” he blinked a few times. “You tried to fucking kill her you supreme asshat and she forgave you and then adopted your sorry ass.”
Choking on another shot, Kyran looked at Emery with his eyes wide. “You did what?”
Tipping his beer bottle toward the startled normal, Emery took a long drink and then nodded. “When I was turned, I was left on my own to figure out what the fuck I was.” He shook his head quickly. “I didn’t even know about paras,” he waved a hand motioning to the others sitting along the bar, “never mind I’d need to drink blood to survive.” He chortled softly and looked at the bottle in his hand. “I spent three nights dragging my ass around from one abandoned dive to the next, puking my guts out every time I tried to eat.” He glanced at Attis and Pascal, who Darien noted, had a look of understanding on their faces. Leaning forward he stared down the bar at Kyran, “And then this tall sexy chick walks by,” he waved a hand around, “I think this was the fourth night of the new me.” Shaking his head, he briefly made eye contact with Darien and looked away quickly. “I remember thinking if I wasn’t dying,” he grinned, “because let’s face it I couldn’t even find a fucking pulse in my own body and thought I was, well, dead.” He snorted. “Who knew?” A serious look appeared on his face. “So I see this woman and briefly thought if I wasn’t dying I’d jump that.” He sighed. “Then like a possessed man I did.” Eyes wide he looked at Darien. “I was just going to ask her for a buck or two so I could try some juice or something and the next thing I know I can smell her blood.” He cleared his throat and glanced at Attis. “She smells like fucking paradise and my favorite meal all in one…” He stops talking and picks at the label on the bottle in his hand.
Darien knew he was reliving it. The curse of a vampire, as far as he was concerned, wasn’t that they couldn’t go in light and lived on blood, it was that they felt intense emotions over and over again. Forever.
“So you bit her?” Kyran asked, his voice slightly slurred.
Emery opened his hands and then clapped them together and leaned on the bar. “Yeah, I lost it and bit her and it was…” he waved his hand around searching for the word.
“Tasty.” Finn added with a nod.
Darien turned and glared at him.
“Sorry.” A serious look covered his face.
“What happened?” Kyran accepted the next drink from Pascal without taking his eyes of Emery.
Watching him take a drink, Darien hid his smile behind the beer bottle against his lips and looked back at Remi’s son.
Blowing out a breath, Emery leaned both elbows onto the bar. “I’m thinking I’m going to drain this poor woman, but can’t stop myself and the next thing I know there’s this enormous guy flashing fangs at me and pinning me against the wall.” He motioned to Attis and continued. “I’m scared shitless staring into the face of this red eyed seething man while another larger than life guy is holding Remi and licking her throat to close where I bit her.”
Kyran accepted the shot of tequila from Pascal and downed it. “So, how did you get from that to being her precious son?”
Emery lifted a hand, a confused look on his face.
“I’m ready to rip his throat out,” Attis said in a lethal tone, “when Remi comes too and tells me not to hurt him because he’s scared.” He glanced from Emery to Darien, “to bring him home with us.”
Darien shook his head, still remembering how conflicted he was when they did just that. Setting the empty bottle on the back counter, he moved down to the fridge and grabbed several more. “I’ll never forget you walking in carrying her,” he glanced at Pascal, “it was a week before my heart rate settled down.”
Pascal laughed. “At least you got to look after Remi,” he jerked a thumb toward Emery. “We got left with junior here.”
“Hey, I didn’t know.” Emery added with a grin, accepting the bottle Darien handed him.
Kyran nodded his thanks to Pascal as he slid him another python. “I’m just gonna forget I heard anyof that.” He waved a hand around and then pointed at Darien. “Now you.” He took a sip of his drink. “Remi’s your mate?”
Darien leaned back and crossed his arms, knowing he was about to be harassed by all of them in a few moments time.
“So why the fuck,” Kyran paused in a dramatic way, “haven’t you told her?”
Several sounds of agreement sounded. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the floor. “It’s complicated.”
Finn leaned forward so Darien couldn’t help but see him. “It was complicated, now he’s just procrastinating.”
Darien stood there and kept his eyes on the floor, someday they would all get tired of nagging him.
“Complicated, whatever.” Kyran muttered. “Have you seen Remi?” Darien looked up at him, his eyes were wide and glazed over. “Seriously, aside from the fact she’s smoking hot, she has a brain and a personality.” He finished his drink and pushed the glass toward Pascal with a nod for another. “Don’t even tell me what the hell she was doing with a dickwad like Peterson, that’s just wrong.” He slumped against the bar and squinted at Darien. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”
Darien felt his wolf stir, he knew Remi was the type of woman every man looked at, but hearing it wasn’t always a safe thing.
“New topic.” Berk said loudly. “Anything. Now.” He stood up and tapped his hands on the bar top. “Why are we here?”
Finn moved around to behind the bar, putting three vampires between Darien and the detective that shouldn’t be talking about his mate. 

Jacqueline Paige
Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
All Things Paranormal

Monday, January 26, 2015

Covers everywhere...

I've received the print format covers and I have to say I love them!

The first book in my NA series The Alterealm Series came out a few months ago.

Solitary Witchling was re-released in October in eformat
previous titled Twice Cursed the new improved version has all the scenes (steamy ones) put back in and a nice new polish.

and finally the full Volume of Bree's story in After the Silence

In the next few weeks I will also have the covers for my February releases:
After the Silence - Kane (part 2) at First Realm Publishing
Cafe Serenity at Class Act Books

Covers everywhere....

Jacqueline Paige
Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
All Things Paranormal

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Happy Tails and Tales Blog: The Huntress by J Risk Tour!

Happy Tails and Tales Blog: The Huntress by J Risk Tour!: The Huntress The Alterealm Series J. Risk Genre: New Adult Paranormal Fantasy Publisher: First Realm Publishing Number of pages: 200 Wo...

Monday, September 29, 2014

~~Book Spotlight~~ Light My Fire by Kristina Knight

Welcome to my stop with Bippity Boppity Book tour of Light My Fire: The Rockers Trilogy # 1 by Kristina Knight. Please be sure to check out the other tour stops, and don't forget to enter the tour wide giveaway where one winner will get a $5 gift card to Amazon or Barnes, and one title from Kristina Knight's backlist in eBook format of choice.

Light My Fire
The Rockers Trilogy # 1
Kristina Knight 

Publisher: Harlequin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 100 Pages
Release Date: 1 September, 2014
Heat Level:  4
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About The Book:
Lily MacIntyre needs to shed her sitcom teen-queen image if she's going to carve out a real career in Hollywood. A tabloid-worthy fling with rocker Nate Lansford--her childhood friend and new cohost of a reality talent show--should do it. As long as she can accept that the notorious player will be moving on to the next eager conquest when the season wraps.

Long before Nate's hard-hearted image took hold, he and Lily were each other's protectors and allies. No one knows him the way she does--and he doesn't want his messed-up past to muddy up her potential. For once, the bad boy is trying to be good. Not easy when the good girl is getting wicked with him in the back of his limo and every white-hot kiss proves they can never be "just friends" again…

Chapter 1
Three Months Later

Lily MacIntyre raised her champagne glass along with the rest of the crew, toasting their first successful day of casting for the new season of Star Power, the hottest reality talent show in the country.
            “To the best season yet,” said Frank Killion, raising his glass a little higher. A scattering of hear-hears and woo-hoos followed. “Now we business types will get out of the way and you can really get the party started.” This led to another chorus of woo-hoos from the wardrobe girls with pink-and-blue striped hair. Lily held back the eye roll.
            The woo-hoo girls were already calling her princess; she didn’t need even more animosity. This show would help her shed the teen-star image she’d been trying to shuck since her show was officially cancelled. An image she’d grown tired of, but that America hadn’t. Every audition she’d had, prior to this one, ended with the same handful of sentences.
            “We just don’t think you’re far enough from the role of Rayna yet. Maybe in another year or two.”
            Yeah. Maybe never. For whatever reason, the producers of Star Power were willing to risk their show on her squeaky-clean image, and for that she was grateful. But Lily didn’t need the wardrobe girls dressing her in zebra prints or furry sweaters for the next three months and ruining the tiny bit of progress she’d made.
            Lily finished her glass of champagne as the DJ cranked up the music and the lights went down. Katrina Phillips, her best friend since high school, made her way across the room dodging dancing crew members and shaking her head at waiters trying to ply more drinks. The liquor never stopped at a Hollywood party. One of the benefits, Lily decided as she snagged a wide-mouthed glass of something yellow and fruity-looking.
            Lemony. Nice.
            Kat made it back to their table, leaned over the small top and whispered, “He’s here.”
            Lily didn’t have to ask who. There was only one crew member missing from the party: Nate Lansford. The man who had made it obvious from his absence that he didn’t want a former child star on the show, not even in hostess mode where her job was to smile, offer encouragement and look pretty for the cameras.
            Her brother’s best friend. The man who planted the hottest kiss she’d ever had on her just a few months ago. And then walked away into the California night, disappearing from her life until she learned he was the guest panelist for this season of Star Power .
            They had a screen test. More like a lesson in control for Lily who, from the moment Nate stepped on stage, felt as if twelve hundred volts of electricity were pouring through her veins instead of normal blood. Maybe that electricity was the final push to single her out for the gig. Lily had no idea. But while she had the Hollywood connections, she didn't have the resume of at two of the other candidates.
            Didn't matter, anyway. She landed the job. And she would show everyone just how right she was for the part.
            Had she known Nate was a panelist before that screen test would she have shown up? Lily flicked a drop of condensation from her glass and sat back in her seat. Probably not. Not because she was afraid of another hot kiss from the rock star, but because she was afraid he’d already gotten over whatever had happened that night in his limo.
            She certainly hadn’t.
            She glanced at the clothes she still wore from filming: butter soft, chocolate-brown leather pants, sequined camisole and camel-wool, ankle-length coat. Her feet would protest five-inch stiletto heels in the morning, but for now she knew she looked good. Better—she looked the part. No matter what she might have done had she known Nate was on the panel, she was not backing out now. She would deal with the lingering attraction whether it meant a hot fling with nobody important or running an extra mile every night before bed. Because this gig was exactly what her career—what she—needed to find her balance once more. She’d been forced to be someone she wasn’t for too long.
Light My Fire: Copyright © 2014 by Kristina Knight used with permission of author/publisher

About the Author:

Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with
local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. Kristina writes contemporary romance with a smattering of sass, sex and (of course) drama, and she loves hearing from readers. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily ever after.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Excerpt Thursday - Heart : Animal Trilogy

Book 1 in the Animal Trilogy

Three women without knowledge of their true heritage...

Three men that have waited for their mate all of their lives...

Hearts and tempers collide with wild passions and animal instincts

in the Animal Trilogy


Torn from her sheltered life, Rayne is alone and scared after she discovers her fiancé is not the man she thought he was. Unable to accept the corrupt world he belongs to, she flees to the furthest possible location she can reach on her own. Nothing could ever prepare her for the journey and what she finds out when she arrives.

Is she strong enough to survive on her own?

The epitome of the lone wolf, Devin stays in the wilderness and far away from people, avoiding the decision of whether to accept his title as leader and alpha of the pack. One alluring woman stirs up his resolve and passion when she disturbs his solitary world. The man inside is tempted in a way he can’t understand but his wolf knows he’s found his mate.

Can he have her without succumbing to the responsibilities waiting for him?

Rayne wanted to stomp on the box in her hand. She read the instructions once more for the little converter do-dad thing.
Apparently she had to select the right voltage, plug it into the car lighter and then she could plug the new travel coffee maker into it. Simple, if she knew what the correct voltage was. She just wanted coffee, and then would be more than willing to solve puzzles after that.

She opened the box went back around to the opened driver’s door and plugged it into the lighter outlet. She then turned back to look at the coffee maker. If she blew it up or something, she would be devastated—no coffee was a very bad thing. Rayne picked up the brewer, then set it on the floor of the car and in slow motion plugged it in. A light lit up on the converter thing, but that was it. She blew out a breath and hoped it would function. She had water. Now if she just knew where the boy had put the coffee, the world would be right once more.

She went back and looked in the trunk. She had to take it all out anyway, might as well start now. Rayne started pulling things out still amazed that this much had fit into the car. Besides her clothes he had fit a tent, a small folding table and chair. The food was all squished into the cooler, which could also plug into the converter if she wanted it to be cold. There were also several bags of canned food scattered all through everything to conserve space. She even had an air mattress. After sleeping in the car last night, it sounded really good right now. It plugged into the lighter to be inflated. Who knew a car lighter was good for so many things? She felt
around under one of the bags of clothes and touched something that felt like a can of coffee. She stood there grinning to no one as she pulled it out and hugged it…coffee. The day was looking better now.

Roughly ten minutes later, Rayne held her travel cup of hot, steaming coffee. Inhaling the aroma was almost as gratifying as drinking it. She paused and looked at the mess she made pulling out a bit of this and that. Was she looking forward to setting up her little camp? Yes, now she was. It could be fun. The boy had saved all of the instructions so it should be fairly simple to set up.

She turned around and tried to decide, while savoring the coffee, where she would set up her tent. He said something about the morning sun, but she couldn’t remember for sure. Shelter it from the sunrise or face the sunrise? Wouldn’t it be better to have the warm sun at dawn? Oh, dawn. So, the east—she should make sure it wasn’t in the open to the east. She turned in a complete circle and frowned. If she knew which way was east it would be easier.

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Animal Scent

Book 2 in the Animal Trilogy coming soon from Eternal Press

When her world spins out of control and flips in more directions then she could ever count, she struggles to right it again.

Jacqueline Paige
Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
All Things Paranormal

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Excerpt Thursday - The Huntress

My New Adult Series

Paranormal / Fantasy

What would you do if you woke up in another realm where the residents are beings from fictional tales?

Where all those things that go bump in the night are real and other realities do exist!!

Damariss Maxx just woke up in a world where all those things that go bump in the night are real.

An alternate realm where the residents are beings she thought only existed in fiction.

Will she find the way to keep life normal and simple for those unknowing without losing her own sanity?

All she has to do now is find a way to protect the people in her world from the nightmares that have bleed from this other realm into it and fulfill a prophecy that says she's their huntress queen or doom this other world to a bleak, violent existence.

Neon green eyes moved over me and then paused on the arm still behind my back.  He sneered and steeped towards me again.
Taking a nice wide stance, I braced myself for some action and pulled the raptor free.  With a very practiced move, I flipped it from a hidden position to plain sight.  I locked eyes with him.  “You.  Back off now or I will slice you a whole new lifestyle.”
He stopped and there was no mistaking the shock on his face.  I heard a few snickers, but wasn’t about to look away from a pissy male that had just been put on pause by a woman half his size, even one that was having a bad day.
“Stand down.” A voice of definite authority ended all motion and sound in the room.
My glowing aggressor stepped back and moved aside so I had a clear sight line to the man behind the desk.  Nothing on him was glowing. To be honest, he was most likely the nicest-looking piece of man I’d ever seen.  The am-I-drooling-on-myself kind of nice.  He had long blonde hair that made my own look blunt and in need of some serious conditioning therapy.  His face was taken right off some Greek god lineage of masculine beauty and slapped onto what looked like a body to match—at least the part I could see above the desk.
“Everyone move back and let our guest have a little breathing room.”
Like soldiers marching, the six light-radiating beings stepped back as far as furniture and walls would allow.  The Greek Adonis gave a small nod of approval and then looked at me.  Hazel eyes with long lashes that made me jealous looked at me patiently.  Feeling really awkward, I slid the blade back into the sheath on my back and stood up straight.  Slowly his eyes moved to the only body that hadn’t moved away from me.
“Quinton, I was beginning to worry.  You’ve been gone three nights.”
“I was safe enough.” Again there was barely a trace of the lisp, as if he tried harder to conceal it then he had with me.
“I don’t doubt it, but next time call or at least turn on your phone.”
Phone?  Music to my ears thank you very much for this weirdness, now call me a cab.
“Please take a seat.”
Eyes widening, I looked back to see him looking at me.  Glancing around at the others, I moved and sat on the edge of a chair closest to the door, trying to stay at an angle that let me see if one of the glow-brights made a move toward me.
Quinton came over and stood behind the chair, his sad eyes conveying he had my back.  At this point I’d take what I could get.
The white haired one moved around to stand behind the desk. He crossed his arms, green eyes shooting darts at me.  One of the others moved over and stood behind him. He wasn’t as unearthly looking, with a dimmer shade of blue aura and red eyes.
“She’s looking at us like she can see us.” One of them said with fear in his voice.
Were my eyes supposed to be obscured?  I could see them and I wasn’t sure who but I could definitely smell one of them too and he was long overdue for a little personal hygiene.  Slowly they moved to stand where I could see them, my first thought right after you’re screwed was all those horror movie marathons were coming back to get me.  All that was missing at this point was the screaming damsel —oh wait, I could play that part.  I wasn’t much of a screamer and rarely freaked out, but there’s always a first time.
Glancing around the room again, hoping I’d missed the flashing exit sign I noticed the looks I was receiving ranged from shock to disdain.  Except for the cutie behind the desk.  Actually he fit more into the hottie category and leaned heavily to the sophisticated side of life with the way he just sat there observing everything.
Raising a hand, he waved off the others from speaking.  “Do you know how you got here?”
Saving the lengthy explanations on my own personal theories I just shook my head in answer.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
He seemed like he was really trying to help me.  I shrugged.  “Not much, I was chasing down a bounty.”
“You’re a bounty hunter?”
I nodded and then froze when there were several gasps and sounds of shock in the room.  Quinton sounded like he sighed in relief. I hoped that meant a bounty hunter was good thing in this place.  “Where the hell is this?”
He leaned forward on the desk and looked like he was trying to think of a way to explain it to me.  “This is Alterealm, which is more or less the same time, same place as you came from, just a slightly different reality.” He smirked.  “I believe we’re what nightmares are based on.” 
Raising an eyebrow, I looked around at the guys with their own light systems built in and their pimped out eyes.  “Are you seriously telling me that all those things that go bump in the night are true?”
The sexy one behind the desk flashed red eyes and I’m not kidding, fangs at me for a few seconds, just long enough to make sure I caught it all.
“Proof enough?”

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Jacqueline Paige
Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
All Things Paranormal

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