Warning:
Some of
my favorite scenes may
be sexually graphic and/or contain graphic
violence and
language. Proceed with
caution!!
Madison’s Life
Lessons
(prequel to the Road to Hell
series)
Favorite scene from Madison’s Life
Lessons is when Micah makes his first real play for Madison. She’s walked away
from him, a novelty for him. He’s decided not to take no for an answer, so he
sets off after her, running her down in his car. I love this scene because it’s the
first scene where we get into Micah’s head and see what he’s thinking and
feeling when it comes to Madison.
Excerpt:
Micah went out the door after Madison. He retrieved the keys
to his black convertible Porsche from his pant pocket and opened the door.
Settling into the leather seat, he cranked the vehicle and shifted to reverse.
With the wind tugging through his hair, he headed off after
her.
Madison hadn’t gotten far when he pulled up beside her and slowed the
vehicle to her pace. She glanced at him and quickened her stride. Micah adjusted
his speed.
“What’s wrong?” he called from the vehicle when she
continued to ignore him.
She stopped walking and he hit the brake. A quick glance back
the way she’d come, gave him the impression she might be thinking of
bolting. Or either assessing who would come to her aid if he decided to abduct
her. Although, the idea of snatching her off the street and running with her was
tempting, he tossed it aside. Such an impudent action was an illogical solution
to his reaction to her rebuff.
“Mr. Dominus,” she looked him directly in the
eye,“considering you’re an attorney and all, I’m sure you’re aware stalking is a
crime.”
Spunk had never been as sexy on a woman as it was on Madison
Wescott. “I’m aware of the legal ramifications of the crime. However,
I’ve not conducted said crime or officially been accused of it
in a legal document.”
If she insisted, he’d talk legal circles around her
until she saw things his way. She narrowed eyed him and he suddenly doubted
he’d be able to talk her into anything against her
will.
“I’m not stalking you. I swear. If I
park the car and exit the vehicle, are you going to run?” He almost wished she would so he
could chase her down, but he sensed such a rash action on his part would be a
horrific move.
“Depends.” She glanced around their very
public venue and shifted her stance. “What are you planning when you get out of the
car?”
“Not kidnap you.” He winked. “I’ll toss you the keys to my car. I
can’t exactly kidnap you if you’ve got control of them, now can
I?”
Her right foot tapped out an erratic beat against the cracked
sidewalk. “You could bash me over the head, toss me in the trunk and get
your keys back before burning rubber.”
What a big imagination she had! And quick wit too. He liked
that. “You’re a tall girl to be stuffing in my little trunk,
don’t you think?”
“I figure you could make it work if
you were determined.”
“Okay,” he said, thinking
fast. “Why would I want to do that?”
As a response, she shrugged and checked her
watch.
“I have no designs to harm you in any
manner.” He put the car in park. She didn’t run. That was a good
sign.“Consider me your personal defender and know I would be
gravely upset if someone attempted to harm you.” If actually harmed,
he’d skin that individual with pleasure and relish their
screams.
Golden eyebrows flashed upward. “That doesn’t sound unstable at
all.”
Micah laughed, loving her dry sarcasm.
Pandora’s
Box
(Book 1 to the Road to Hell
series—series must be read in order starting with this
book)
Wow! I had a hard time picking a
favorite in Pandora’s Box. I went with the scene where Madison
is applying first aid to Phoenix—aka Nix. Her son, Amos, gashed Nix on the arm while trying
to kill her and Nix. Ultimately they won the fight only
because Amos collapsed. This scene comes from the very beginning of the book
when they’re just meeting and still trying to determine what’s wrong with her
child. I love this scene
because of the immediate spark between the two characters…
Excerpt:
Phoenix laid his arm in front of
her. He watched closely as she rolled up his bloody shirtsleeve. A
conglomeration of tattoos flanked his arm and disappeared beneath the torn
pieces of his shirt. She wondered how far they went up and how many blanketed
his skin. She resisted asking. They appeared nicely done, but she knew little to
nothing about tattoos and couldn’t make an informed opinion.
She bent over the cut and got to
work. As she cleaned away the blood, she realized the gash wasn’t as bad as she
thought. A stitch or two might be preferable, but it’d heal okay without them.
The swirly hieroglyphic stylized tattoo wouldn’t be as lucky. Cleaved in two, it
would be forever dissected. He should consider himself fortunate. If not for his
quick reflexes, Amos might have hacked his arm off.
“How long has he been like
this?”
“Amos?” She glanced up. Phoenix
nodded. “A little over three months. He was fine one day, happy, chatty, and the
next….” She struggled to hold it together. The strain wore on her, she couldn’t
sleep, couldn’t focus on daily chores, worried without end, and hope had grown
thinner than a sheet of ice. “The next day, mute and
homicidal.”
“Did he suffer any
trauma?”
Madison jerked the antiseptic soaked
gauze over his arm. “I swear to God if someone asks me that one more time, I’m
going to take his head off!”
“Or arm,” he said
dryly.
Her glare snapped to his. She’d just
about endured enough of his smarta—and suddenly she grew aware how forceful
she’d become in her anger. Contrite, she muttered, “Sorry.”
He let her finish cleaning and
bandaging the wound in silence. Probably out of
self-preservation.
“Your tattoo won’t ever be the same,
but you’ll live.”
He shrugged. “Won’t be the first tat
to suffer.”
Unsure what to say to his statement,
she remained silent. She finished securing the bandage, and he flexed his
arm.
“Nice dressing.”
“Thanks.”
“Nurse?”
She shook her head. “No.” She packed
the supplies back into the box. “Just lots of practice
lately.”
Phoenix placed a hand over hers,
keeping her from tucking away the kit’s contents and motioned to her neck.
“You’re bleeding, too.”
Madison touched her throat, shocked
when her fingers came away smeared with blood.
“May I?” He held up the medical
supplies.
She nodded and watched as he doused
gauze with antiseptic. “Dr. Nix at your service,” he said with a grin, two
adorable dimples charming her where words failed.
Madison rolled her eyes, and tipped
her head to the side to give him better access. He brushed her hair off her
neck, back behind her shoulder. Such a simple gesture, yet it felt terribly
personal. The air grew thick and sticky with her awareness of him. She shifted
in her seat and crossed her legs.
Madison stared into his eyes. Green,
she thought, his eyes were green, gorgeous and intense, with ridiculously long
eyelashes women would fantasize about. If they didn’t, they should. A flicker of
compassion, concern, and something else she couldn’t identify flashed in his
eyes.
“Ready?” he asked.
The husky tenor of his voice forced
her gaze to shift to his mouth. Nice, sexy lips, designed for kissing. She gave
a mental shake but couldn’t resist wondering how his mouth would feel on
hers.
“Madison?” Humor deepened his voice,
a touch of a smile tilted the edges of the lips she’d been fantasizing about,
and she realized she still stared at them. “You ready?” he asked again, and her
eyes widened in embarrassment over her foolish stupor.
She swallowed hard. “Yeah.” She
whispered past the lump in her throat and forced her vision to lock on the wall
over his shoulder. Good God, what was wrong with her? Her pulse throbbed like
crazy, and she felt woozy. Loss of blood! Must be why she reacted that way. No
other explanation made sense.
Even though the antiseptic stung
like hell, the gentle touch coming from such a gruff man surprised her. “It’s
not bad,” he said, dabbing the blood away. “Just a nick.”
Well, she could nix the blood loss
theory. Exhaustion and stress were the only other excuses she could come up
with. “I’ve suffered worse.” Her voice sounded off, kind of hoarse. She tried to
clear her throat delicately, but he must have noticed her unease, because his
perceptive eyes met hers. Again, she thought she caught the edge of concern
reflected in their green depths.
“This isn’t the first time he’s
attacked you?”
“No. It’s the first time he’s tried
to seriously kill me, though.” She sighed as she closed her eyes, ready to give
up fighting, the sudden tears threatening to fall. Okay, woozy and acting
strange because of strain…not because of him. Seriously, as far as first
impressions went, she wasn’t impressed.
Madison opened her eyes and stared
at him, unsure of Phoenix Birmingham’s efficiency or professionalism. She
decided not to jump to judgment just yet. “Finished?” she asked, her throat
tight, burning from the effort to hold back her emotions.
“Yeah.” He tossed the gauze on the
pile in the center of the table and leaned back into his
chair.
Her motions jerky, she tossed
everything back into the first aid kit, trashed the bloody gauze, and washed her
hands.
“You sound and look
exhausted.”
A lifetime ago, his honesty might
have offended her. Now, she wasn’t worried about her appearance. With her son’s
life in jeopardy, her looks weren’t important. She stared out the kitchen
window, gravesites, like dirty little secrets, pock marked the lawn. The pet
cemetery in her backyard placed the important things in life into perspective.
“I am exhausted and a breath away from giving up,” she admitted for the first
time. She turned to look at him, leaning against the sink.
Phoenix sipped his coffee. “Where’s
Amos’s father?”
She hugged herself in an unconscious
protective gesture. Imminent defeat hung heavy on her shoulders. “I don’t know.
He walked out shortly after Amos turned two. Haven’t heard from him since.
Personally, I hope the bastard is rotting in a terrorist prison, being raped and
tortured on an hourly basis.”
“Bloodthirsty much?” he quipped,
elevating his eyebrows, a half-grin on his mouth. Her gaze narrowed, and he said
quickly, “It was a joke.”
She sent him a spiritless smile,
telling herself to get a handle on her sensitivity. “Yeah,” she agreed with a
sigh. “I guess I am a little bloodthirsty where he’s
concerned.”
“I didn’t mean what I said
upstairs.” He crossed an ankle over a knee. His green-eyed inspection crawled
all over her, starting at her feet and ending with her hair.
She couldn’t get a read on his quick
appraisal of her. Did she even want to know?
“My mouth gets away from me
sometimes.” He rubbed his fingers over his bottom lip, a sexy move that betrayed
his awkwardness. The mother inside her wanted to reassure him.
“Thank you.”
“So, tell me your
story.”
Hell’s
Phoenix
Fave scene
two: The kitchen scene is another one of my
favorites. Madison has saved Nix from Hell, but
she’s embraced her demon fully. So much us going on in this scene, confessions
that’ll change both of their lives, and of course, it rolls over into the sex
scene. But, I’ll stick with just a small snippet from the kitchen scene before
things heat up too much…
Excerpt
from kitchen scene:
Madison opened her eyes and met his
potent gaze. She grew antsy beneath his silent regard. “Yes, sugar to tame the
demon you and Micah fed.” She cleared her throat. “And looking at you…I can’t
help but remember all the other…activities that transpired in Hell.” Couldn’t
she just keep her big mouth shut?
“You’re
embarrassed?”
If nothing else, she owed him
honesty. “Humiliated would be a better word.”
Nix flinched as if she’d struck him.
“I’m sorry, Mads—”
“Don’t.” She made a slashing motion
with her hand. “You weren’t yourself.”
“What if I told you I don’t remember
all of it?”
“I’d say you’re
lying.”
He ran his palm over his mouth. She
noticed he didn’t deny that he remembered. “Let me heal your wound,
Mads.”
“No.” She shook her head. Mutiny
tightened his jaw and she blockaded any argument he might sow. “I accepted
Micah’s sigil. I should live with the reminder of what I allowed myself to
become.”
“What you became for
me.”
“No. My fate was unavoidable.” Of
that fact she’d grown certain. Maybe she wouldn’t have turned so soon, but she’d
eventually have embraced her succubus.
“Sometimes you’re too damn stubborn
for your own good.”
“That’s different than a normal day,
how?”
Nix sighed. “Sit.” He angled his
chair to face hers. “I’ll clean your wounds.”
Madison did not think that was a good idea, but how
did she say no without hurting him further. And she sure wouldn’t tell him the
demon inside sized him up like a child in an all-you-can-eat candy
store.
Nix cracked the seal on the liquor
bottle and filled the crystal tumbler to the rim. “I can’t believe you paid
three hundred dollars for a bottle of liquor for me.”
“More like four
hundred.”
His hand froze mid-air as he lifted
the glass to his lips. “Four hundred? For me?”
“I planned to go to Hell for you.”
She’d sold her soul in the process to save him, but she wouldn’t lay that guilt
on his shoulders. “Why does four hundred surprise you?”
In silence, he took her measure,
while draining the liquid in one gulp. She admired his sexy neck, X-marking the
spot she wanted to kiss when his Adam’s apple bobbed with his
swallow.
She pinched the bridge of her nose,
reminding herself Nix was her friend, not her lover. Regardless of their taboo
moments, he was not her lover. Never would be. Couldn’t
be. Not if she wanted to save him from certain death. He and Alessa were meant
to be together. Strong, capable and brave were the attributes of his woman,
according to Georgie. Alessa would give him those qualities in spades. Most
importantly, the horsewoman wasn’t a demon.
“You know that’s sipping liquor,
right?”
A sardonic quirk edged his lips. If
it held just a touch more tilt, it could have been deemed a smile. Instead, it
came across as a grimace. “It’s not a sipping kind of night,
Mads.”
He swiped his mouth with the back of
his hand, refilled the goblet and offered her the glass. She shook her head and
he said, “Drink it. You look like you could use it.”
“No, thanks, I already explained I
need—”
“There’s enough sugar in this liquor
to tame anything darkening your soul.”
Madison seriously doubted that, but
his vigorous scrutiny compelled her to accept the glass. She sipped, but he
wouldn’t tolerate anything so refined. Setting his fingers to the bottom of the
glass, he tipped it until she ingested all of the spirits. Quickly. Much too
quickly to protest.
Belly hot and her throat protesting
the burn of the liquor, he casually plucked the goblet from her fingers and set
it on the table. “Give it a moment. You’ll feel better in a
minute.”
Give her a moment and she might be
crawling all over him.
Nix swung his frame into the
opposite chair, and sat facing her, with his legs spread wide. Since he walked
into the room, Madison resisted ogling his chest, but this new position drew her
focus lower.
“Right back where we started, huh,
Mads? Just a different kitchen and a different year.”
“Yeah and a different set of
problems.”
“Same problem,” he disagreed. Breath
lodged in her lungs when his hand wedged between her knees and his fingers
curled around the bottom edge of her chair. He pulled her closer, straight
between his spread legs. “It’s always been Micah.”
Genesis
Queen
(Book 3 to the Road to Hell
series—Pandora’s Box and
Hell’s Pheonix are must reads prior to picking up this
book)
Fave scene
two: Madison knows someone is coming to kill her.
So when Micah’s angelic brothers make a hit on her, they’re unprepared and are
trapped. With no one to aid them, Madison faces sure death. I love this scene
because it shows not only how Micah handles being defenseless, but details just
how vulnerable his emotions are toward Madison…
Excerpt
from scene two:
Three prismatic
stones tumbled into her hand. They weren’t stones, but rather seeds of
destruction calledSterillium.
“Fuck.” He pinched
the bridge of his nose. “Toss them away, Madison. Better yet, blow them to
smithereens.”
She met Micah’s eyes
as Domiel spoke. “No. She’ll ingest them. One at a time. We will all watch her
die.Sloooowly.” He grinned as he dragged out the
final word.
I cannot torture
this son-of-a-bitch soon enough or
long enough to mitigate my wrath.
Sterillium poisoning
turned what Hell offered into paradise. The death they planned for her far
outweighed any suffering he’d doled out to the souls he collected. This was a
death for the morbidly corrupt and he’d only seen Father use them once, before
the dawn of mankind.
“She’ll eat them. Or
I’ll kill the child.”
“Swear to your
father you will not harm Amos if I consume them.” Madison stared straight at his
brother, no vacillation in her gaze.
“Don’t even think
about ingesting those, Madison.” He couldn’t lose her. Not like this. He swiped
his fingers through his hair and paced the small perimeter the fire created.
He’d forfeit everything for her, even his plan to breach Heaven’s gates. All his
goals paled when faced with the odds of her survival rate, which were nil if she
consumed those seeds.
Domiel approached
the Demon Lock. Movement in the trees drew Micah’s attention. He hoped like hell
it was the dragons. Unbelievable that Kur’s group would be their last line of
defense.
“I swear I won’t
harm the child.” Domiel circled her magical cage. “I’m impressed, Beliel. I
thought you were all brawn with very little intelligence. She’s a masterpiece of
creation. Beautiful. Gutsy.” A momentary pause. “And still very dead.
Eat.”
Madison popped the
first seed as casually as she might a grape. A second later, she went to her
hands and knees, dry heaving and crying. Dragons flew from the trees and hit an
invisible shield. They didn’t relent, but banged against the magical safeguard,
dousing it with icy-fire and scraping it with their claws.
The magic held
solid. Thwarting their last line of
defense.
He stared at his
woman, desiring to ease her suffering, while vowing to kill his brother. After
the first round, she lay on her side, curled in a fetal position, trembling and
emitting tiny whimpers that broke his heart. Her Lynx eyes dimmed…evidence the
Sterillium ebbed her life force.
His hope lagged as
Domiel knelt beside her outside the ring. “Take a second one.”
“Li, Madison!” No! Desperate, Micah kicked dirt on
the flames. Unsurprised when the soil failed to hinder the fire, he lowered his
standards and began to beg. “Domiel, brother, please don’t do this. I beseech you to
show some compassion. She’s innocent in this war between Father and
me.”
Domiel turned in his
crouched position to face him. “You would forfeit your pride to save her life,
Beliel? Prove it. Bow before me, your superior. Plead your mercy, but make it
good. Your slut’s life depends upon how eloquently you speak.”
Pleading kindness
from one in Father’s command offended his dignity, but with Madison’s life on
the line, it was a small discomfort to endure.
Without hesitation,
he went to his knees. Tears blurred his vision. He resisted knocking them aside.
For Madison, he would allow his brother to witness the evidence of his emotions
where she was concerned. “Please spare my family. They are all that is good in
my life. For five years, she has fought against my design for her future. I will
forfeit all my plans for them if you would find compassion and grant them
clemency.”
Micah was not
oblivious to the irony that when others implored leniency from him, he’d never
granted favor. Compassion among most angels—except for the Cherubim—was a genetic anomaly. Father
hadn’t built them for empathy, but rather to serve His
purpose.
“You love her?”
Domiel canted his head as if intrigued by the possibility.
“Yes. Of
course.”
“I thought she was
only a means to an end. A way to annoy Father.”
In the beginning,
that’d been true, but everything changed when he’d met the fifteen-year-old girl
who’d grown into his wife.
A satisfied grin
stretched Domiel’s lips. The mannerism nettled him. He wanted to rip it off his
brother’s face.
“I love her.” He
hooked hair behind his ear. She is my
everything. To lose her would ruin him. “I’ve
never begged anyone for anything. I implore you to leave her out of this. Kill
me instead of my family.” Maybe if Phoenix got to her in time after Micah’s
death, the Ark would be able to save her from their covenant.
“Intriguing.” Domiel
ran his fingers along his mandible and tapped his chin. He coveted breaking his
brother’s jaw. “Eat the second seed, Madison.”
He ground his
molars. “Madison, do not listen to him, kitten. We’ll find another way.” Even he
had to admit his promise sounded hollow.
“I promise you the
boy is
dead if you don’t eat,” Domiel
countered, cool as ice.
Madison’s pink eyes
rolled in their sockets until only white was visible. She panted, ragged breaths
as if she exerted herself when all she attempted was to sit up. After a moment,
she gave up and crumpled to the earth. Arm shaky, she brought her hand toward
her face. “Vow to me again, you will not harm Amos.”
If she was this weak
after one, a second seed might terminate her.
Straight away,
Domiel nodded, staring at her as if her plucky spirit awed
him.
“Say it.” She
coughed. “I want to hear your promise.”
“I vow to you Amos
will live.”
“Doesn’t mean you
won’t kill him tomorrow.”
“Decide for
yourself, Madison. Who’s the biggest liar between us? Beliel or me?” Domiel
tapped her chin. “I’m an Esdras angel. We cannot lie. Can we,
Beliel?”
Technically, Domiel
spoke true, but…. “That doesn’t mean you cannot distort the truth. Kitten,
please don’t do this. Fight for our son.”
“I sacrifice all for
Amos,” he thought she whispered just before she swallowed the second
seed.
A moment later, she
convulsed with a sharp scream, making gurgling noises afterward as if she choked
on bodily fluids. The dragons’ assault grew more fearsome, their claws ticking
at the invisible magic and they shrieked.
The seizure Madison
suffered lasted a long, long time before slowing, and altering into mini-jerks,
a wheezy grunt emerging from her with each shudder. Finally, she went limp, a
single breath rattling from her lungs, her eyes going wide.
His kitten didn’t
drag in another breath. Wetness hit his cheeks. “Breathe,
Madison! Fucking
breathe!” Fingers curled into fists, he
pummeled the soil, sat back on his heels, and roared until his throat
hurt.
Madison gasped with
a jolt, her breathing much too fast, and the pink of her Lynx so dim, her demon
was almost voided. He sighed in relief, hating himself for wanting her to suffer
more. But so long as she breathed, his optimism endured. Hope that a dragon
would break whatever spell shrouded them. Hope that Phoenix would come to and
demonstrate how big a threat he could be.
He’d pray for a
miracle if he thought his father would listen. Anything to save the woman he
loved.
Madison moaned. Her
head rolled to the side and she slurred, “Hurt…all…ov—er.”
Domiel pinched her
chin and jerked her so she would meet his stare. She groaned at the sudden
movement. “I thought for sure you were gone. I’m glad you’re not. I believe I
understand why Beliel enjoys torturing souls in Hell. It’s entertaining watching
you suffer. I’m embarrassed to admit I’m aroused by your
agony.”
Domiel adjusted
himself. Micah felt like his sibling soiled her with his lust.
“Motherfucker—”
“Blah, blah, blah,
brother.” Over his shoulder, Domiel shot him a triumphant grin. “Eat the last
one, Madison.”
“I will
eat your heart after I rip it from your
chest, Domiel.” A promise he had all intentions of fulfilling.
“Stand in line.
Eliel already made the same vow.”
“Bring her to me.
Allow her to die while I hold her.” His beloved should not perish
alone.
“No. She’s
undeserving of comfort, even from you.”
I never hated
Father—anyone—this
much. “Brother, I vow that I will
slaughter you. I’ll reap your soul to Hell—”
“Good luck with
those aspirations.”
“—and you’ll suffer
for an infinity for what you’ve done today.” Could his brother be unaware of
theScepter of
Spirits? And his role as Father’s reaper of
souls?
Micah rose to his
feet and held his hand in theAngelfire, reminding his brother that
although he was trapped, the blaze didn’t harm an archangel. The flames would
kill one of Domiel’s ilk. Just one lapse in the line of fire and Micah would
gain freedom. “Pray very hard I discover none of the names of those you love.
Because not even Heaven’s gates will hinder me from claiming them and killing
them over and over again. While. You. Watch.”
Whatever Domiel saw
in Micah’s eyes or on his face gave him pause. But not enough to halt his
objective.
“I’ll help him,”
Elias said, silky-smooth from the other ring.
Domiel’s expression
blanked. “Eat the seed, Madison.”
“Can’t…li—lif…hanz.”
Her words were garbled like a victim of a stroke.
“Find a way. Suicide
is part of your sin.”
Micah growled a
warning, but without the dragons breaking through or Phoenix waking up, he was
useless to aid her.
Somehow Madison
managed to roll onto her stomach and she ate the seed from the
lawn.
“I love you,
Madison.”
He thought she
whispered his name. Moments later she bowed with a shriek, her fingers digging
into the soil, as she coughed up blood. Torturous seconds ticked by until he
wished oblivion would eliminate her suffering. Finally, she wilted against the
earth.
Stillness.
Silence.
No shift of a
breeze.
Not even an angel
moved.
A sudden onset of
weakness forced him to his knees. The covenant worked immediately, verifying
Madison’s death.
Micah shook in the
aftermath of disbelief, laboring to draw in a breath. “Madison!”
No response. Not
even a twitch of recognition from her.
Domiel roughly
grabbed her by her hair and jerked her up, so all could see her face. Blood
dripped from all orifices…eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
Blue eyes wide,
glassy, turning foggy in death. Her beautiful face
expressionless.
Dead. My kitten is
dead.
Tears choked him. He
threw back his head and shouted his grief, dragging his angel talons across his
chest and gouging his flesh. Compared to the searing pain of losing his wife,
the self-inflicted wounds were mere abrasions
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Pandora's Box/Hell's Phoenix Postcard sized Magnet
Hellhound Rubber Bracelet
Bracelet (donated by Kathryn Grimes at Tsk Tsk What to Read)
3rd PLACE WINNER:
Road to Hell Bumper Magnet
Hellhound Magnet
Madison's Life Lesson's Magnet
Pandora's Box Magnet
Hell's Phoenix Magnet
Pandora's Box/Hell's Phoenix Postcard sized Magnet
Hellhound Rubber Bracelet
Bookmark (donated by Kathryn Grimes at Tsk Tsk What to Read)
Road to Hell Bumper Magnet
Hellhound Magnet
Madison's Life Lesson's Magnet
Pandora's Box Magnet
Hell's Phoenix Magnet
Pandora's Box/Hell's Phoenix Postcard sized Magnet
Hellhound Rubber Bracelet
Bookmark (donated by Kathryn Grimes at Tsk Tsk What to Read)
Tour Schedule:
12/14/12 Gracen Miller (Day in the
Life of Madison)
12/15/12 The Secret Sanctuary of
Books http://thesecretsanctuarybooks.blogspot.com/
12/16/12 Kristina’s Books and
More http://kristinasbooksandmore.blogspot.com/
12/17/12 Tich
Brewster http://lovesallthingsbooks.blogspot.com/
12/18/12 Delphina Reads Too
Much http://www.delphinareadstoomuch.com/
12/19/12 Tina
Carriero http://tinacarreiro.blogspot.com/
12/20/12 Candace
Pages http://www.lifebetweenthepages.com/
12/22/12 Tsk Tsk What to
Read http://tsktskwhattoread2.blogspot.com/
12/26/12 Tammy
Middleton http://tamssbookblog.blogspot.com
12/27/12 Forbidden
Reviews http://www.forbiddenreviews.com/
12/28/12 Chastity
Bush http://chastitybush.blogspot.com
12/30/12 Melissa
Keir http://www.melissakeir.com/blog.html
1/1/13 Dawn Jackson http://backwardmomentum.blogspot.com/
1/2/13 Sabrina Ford http://sabrinasparanormalpalace.blogspot.com/
1/3/13 United by
Books http://unitedbybooks.blogspot.com/
1/5/13 Jinni James http://authorjinnijames.blogspot.com/
1/6/13 Intoxicated By
Books http://intoxicatedbybooks.blogspot.com/
1/7/13 JoAnne
Kenrick http://coffeewithauthors.blogspot.com/2012/11/cover-reveal-genesis-queen-contest.html
1/8/13 Katie Shelby http://katieshelby19.blogspot.com/
1/9/13 Earth’s Book
Nook http://www.earthsbooknook.blogspot.com/
1/10/13 Jennilinh Dinh Bitten By
Love http://www.bittenbylovereviews.com
1/11/13 Simply Sexy
Stories http://www.simplysexystories.blogspot.com
1/12/13 Rose
Hairston http://belovedbooks-rose.blogspot.com/
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