TORN (Demon Kissed #3) is 99 Cents This Weekend!

TORN (DEMON KISSED #3) is on sale for 99 cents this weekend only!

Grab book #3 and get caught up! This is one of my favorite books in the series. It’s the one where everything changes and nothing is what it seems.

FYI, you can grab books #1-3 for under $5 this weekend.  That’s right! Demon Kissed is still on sale for 99 cents. Cursed is $2.99, and with Torn only 99 cents, you’ll have the first three books in the Demon Kissed series for under $5!

TORN has NEVER been on sale for 99 cents before.  I have no idea when or if I’ll do it again, so if you’ve been thinking about reading it, grab it now!

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When you are done, make sure you enter to win the set of signed books up for grabs! Full details are listed in this post.

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Cover Reveal: SECRETS by Ella Steele (A full length erotic romance novel)

Cover reveal for the latest full length Ella Steele novel, SECRETS!

SECRETS is similar to SCANDALOUS in tone and themes.

Short Description: SECRETS is a romance book with a hot, haunted artist, Cole Stevens, who owns Le Femme Studios in New York City.

Anna is an artist in the process of finishing her masters degree and needs an intership to graduate.  She has her hopes set on working with Sottero, a wedding photographer for the affluent.  But Cole Steven’s has seen her work and has other plans.

SECRETS has sizzling love scenes with swoon-worthy characters.  It’s been so great to write them.  I can’t wait to share more with you!

Just a note, in case you missed it.  Ella Steele short stories are erotica with a little bit of romance.  Ella Steele full length novels are romance stories with a little bit of erotica.  There’s a major difference.  SECRETS is a full length romantica novel – an erotic romance novel.

Release date: August 1, 2012.

Have an awesome weekend!!!!

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Sneak Peek of TRYST by Ella Steele (A Short Erotic Romance Book)

erotic romance, bdsm short story, erotica, romantica, short sexy storyHere’s a free sneak peek at TRYST!  Enjoy!

A black skirt is draped over my knees; a shiny cello rests in between.  My dark hair is pulled away from my face into a tight chignon at the base of my neck.  Pressing firmly on the metal strings, my fingers glide over the ebony fingerboard.  My wrist glides my bow across the cello.  It makes a melancholy sound that feels like it’s being torn from my heart and projected through the wood.  My stomach is twisting over and over again.  I know this music by heart.  I know my part.  I know what to expect from the orchestra playing in the shadows of the stage that surround me.  But him.  He’s not supposed to be here.

I swallow hard, glancing up at him when he isn’t looking.  His has dark hair falls into his eyes as he plays.  That violin—the one I remember—it’s pressed to his neck, leaning softly against his broad shoulder.  He looks too rugged to be playing such a delicate instrument.  I’d always thought so, but he plays like his muse lives within the wood of that violin. His bright blue eyes are closed as he sways to the music.

Suddenly, I catch him glancing at me from over his music stand. Golden light spills over his face highlighting the angles of his cheeks. He looks from under those dark lashes with those piercing eyes, and I can’t breathe.  I’m caught in his snare.  He peers over the top of his violin at me as he plays.  The conductor stands between us swaying his arms, prompting the other musicians, keeping us in sync with the people on the stage.

Continuing to slide my bow across the strings, I play.  Every second that ticks by feels like eternity.  I think about what I’ll say to him after work is done, after we’ve packed our instruments into their black cases.  Courage locks my eyes with his.  Our gazes burn in the shadows of the stage, our eyes speak words neither of us has the courage to say—words that have gone unspoken too long.  If I could take everything back, I would.  If there was a way to start over, to show him how much I missed him, I’d take it.  My heart races faster. I slide my fingers slowly over the neck of my cello.  Each note plays like a gentle caress, and I wish that I could touch him so softly one last time.

Subtle stubble lines his cheeks.  As we play, his eyes remain locked on mine.  Regret pours through my heart and pumps through my body.  Although I’m surrounded by music, I don’t hear it.  Instead, I hear our last words—the exasperation in his voice.  The sharp pain shoots through me again, but it’s dulled by time and remorse.

I had let him leave.  I had let him walk away without an explanation.  Without a word.

The conductor turns toward my section, prompting us with a wave of his hand to play louder.  I break our gaze and feel the pit of my stomach sink, and play as I’m commanded.  The music floods my soul and spreads through every inch of me.  My body rocks gently as I grip the cello tighter with my knees, holding it in place.  My fingers dance down the fingerboard in long slow strokes, rocking to make the sound resonate.  It spreads to the people sitting in their seats who are diligently watching the actors on the stage above us.

I concentrate, trying to force him out of my mind, trying to push out the sound of his voice and the memories of his laughter.  I play on and he doesn’t look up at me again.  We’re two people that are so close together, but we are still so far apart.  It feels like someone is squeezing my heart.  My body flushes and heat snakes up from deep within my belly.  It tastes bitter, like so many things needlessly lost.  That’s what he is.  That is what he represents—everything that could have been—the life I threw away when I let him go.

I can’t stand it anymore.  For the past three years, I’ve been living my life in ‘what-if’ mode, wondering.  I’m always wondering what if I did this differently, what if I kissed him, what if I told him what I wanted?  What if…?  I asked myself these questions until there were no questions left to ask.  The answer was always the same—I’ll never know—not unless he crosses my path again.

Swallowing hard, I look up at him.  His eyes are lowered, sliding across the music on the stand in front of him.  Michael crossed my path again.  It was fate, luck, or destiny—whatever you want to call it, it meant the same thing—it meant I was given a second chance.  Hope filled my chest, as I realized what I wanted to do.  As soon as this show is over, I’m going to talk to him.  At the very least, I want to see that he’s all right, but my stomach twists hoping for more, hoping that he still feels something for me.

After the last note is played, I feel a rush wash over me.  I’m nervous.  My body shakes when we are dismissed. Rising, I take my cello backstage and pack it up.  Michael is behind me.  I feel his eyes on my back.  I take a deep breath and place my cello in the case, and stow my bow.  Pressing my lips together anxiously, I turn around.  The small space is crammed full of people wearing black and white, putting away shiny instruments, but Michael isn’t there.  He’s gone.  My gaze falls to the floor as all the hope drains from my body.  Throwing the strap across my shoulder, I lift my case and walk out of the theatre and down the street into the balmy night.

It’s hotter than usual.  Tugging the cello home tonight ensures I’ll be covered in sweat.  I unbutton my collar revealing a choker and delicate silver chains that disappear beneath.  I think back to the last time I saw him and realize that I’m not the same girl anymore.  He saw it in me, but I denied it.  I thought I had to be something else—someone else.  I didn’t understand then, but I do now.

Dread fills my legs, making them feel like lead.  I walk slowly, shouldering my way between people on the sidewalks.  I feel eyes on me, but when I turn to look I don’t see who it was.  There are always people in the city.  It doesn’t matter what time it is.  I run my hand over my neck, smoothing my skin.  Ignoring the sensation, I walk on.   Neon signs blaze around me in a kaleidoscope of color, blinking reds, greens, and blues on my pale skin.  My face is a blank mask.  I look at everyone, and see no one.  I just want to go home, but I’m so hungry.

My feet slow as I walk past a deli.  At the last second I turn and head back for the door, nearly knocking a few people over in the process.  My cello case is clutched to my shoulder like a purse.  I pull it closer to my body to avoid giving someone a concussion.  I push through the door and get on line.  As I’m scanning the menu, thinking about what to order, I feel that tickle on the back of my neck again.  My hand flies to the spot and I turn slowly.

When our eyes meet, my breath catches in my throat.

“Ashley,” he breathes.  Michael is standing behind me, his blue eyes pinning me in place.

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RELEASE DATE: JULY 13, 2012 (ebook format only)

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A New Ella Steele Novel and Mini Romance

Just taking a second to let you know that a new Ella Steele romance novel and mini romance will be coming out this month!  Wahoo!

Working title for the novel is DECEPTION (although I expect it to change).

The mini romance is called TRYST.  Keep your eyes peeled for cover reveals and release dates.

***BOTH romance books will be released in July***  

People have asked if either carry on with the SCANDALOUS story line between Jack and Abby.  The answer is no, but for those of you who can’t get enough, there will be a Jack & Abby mini released later this year.  These new romance titles have similar characters, so if you liked SCANDALOUS, you’ll like these.

Want to make sure you don’t miss it?  Sign up for the newsletter and get the info sent directly to you on release day!

Thank you so much to everyone who read SCANDALOUS and gave me feedback via reviews!  You guys are awesome.  Keep a look out for more summer giveaways.  It’s gonna be a hot July!

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Evolution of a Book Cover (aka Dude, that’s fickin awesome! How’d u do that?)

It’s been drawn to my attention that I have an unusual perspective when it comes to being a writer.  Not only do I write and market all my books, but I also create the covers–from scratch.  And not stock photography, pre-fabby, template kinda scratch.  I’m talking non-Betty Crocker insta-cover, going-the-full-mile kinda scratch.  The kind of covers that truly start with nothing but a camera and an idea.

Here’s what I got to work with.  (Yes, I am speaking in my muppet urban vernacular in this post, because it’s fun and trendy, so you’ll have to deal).

You see this?  I got a regular girl, a camera, and my brain.  That’s it.  That’s all I start with.  (Want to see everything bigger?  Click the image and it’ll open full size).

We usually shoot a few different outfits, something plain–but who likes plain?  I mean, why not pull out all the stops and throw on a ball gown?  These are Young Adult book covers after all.  (And once you own a ballgown, I’m convinced you’ll wear it everywhere.  Because they are that much fun!  It’s only a matter of time until ballgowns become street clothes).  Anyway, a big dress with lots of folds in the fabric adds texture, depth, and interest–in other words it photographs really fricken awesome!

Next, I find stuff that will help the flow of the final image and tie into the story.  In this shoot, the model is wearing Collin’s ring and holding Shannon’s dagger.  The images were shot (usually) with one large soft box and fill light.  I wanted high contrast between the skin and the background and dress, so I made sure this series had more evenly lit skin in the shots for the TORN cover below.  On the Demon Kissed cover (jacket pictured below), things are much more shadowy.  The short lighting gives that tense ominous feeling that I <3.

After the model is set up, we start shooting.  The shoot runs 2-3 hours depending on what we are doing.  Going into a new shoot, I usually have an idea of the kind of feelings I want from the final image and then try to figure out the poses that match.  So its like reverse-engineering a little bit.  The entire series will have all the covers shot on the same day at the studio.

Most images tend to be low-key (dark images with a lot of black) since that reflects the mood of the Demon Kissed series. When I shoot romance covers next week for more Ella Steele’s upcoming releases, they’ll be brighter to match the moods of those books.  (YES!  I’m writing more romance under the name Ella Steele.  I’ll talk more about that in another post).

I can’t tell you how important it is to make sure the mood of the book matches the mood of the cover.  If you have happy hearts, bright colors, and unicorns–then read Demon Kissed–you’ll have a wtf moment and your brain will explode.  Okay, maybe not explode, but if you were looking for something fun and light, and got something dark and sexy, you might not be too happy with me.  The cover is one of the things that worried me about going the traditional publication route, since I’d have no control.

So, if you remember one thing from this post it should be this: MOOD MATTERS.

After the shoot, we look through the images.  You might be thinking, FUN!  Well, in a way it is, but what is actually happening is that I am looking at a series of sister shots (a bunch of shots that look nearly identical).  It’s like looking at a filmstrip, and playing spot-the-diff. After going through each and every image, I’ll chose the one that I like best for the cover.

The 4 images above are unedited and uncropped.  They’re straight out of camera – which I NEVER show to anyone cuz it’s like walking around the mall in nothing but underpants, and I’m not that kinda girl.  But for the sake of art, I decided to post them today, so you can see the process that goes into making the book cover.  Parts of making the cover are fun.  Parts are tedious.  I mean, do you see the difference b/t #1 and #3?  Imagine looking at 30 shots of those, where the differences are so minor most people can’t see them.  This is where being a freaky OCD perfectionist helps.  I can use my super-critical skills for good instead of evil, and all while not donning a cape.  (Although capes are really fun, right?)

So I chose an image.  We hold a huge ceremony and bust open champagne and… well, no.  Not yet.  But keep your cape on.  We’re almost done and you’ll want to fly and show all your friends.

The next thing is editing the image.  My models wear stage make-up when we’re shooting. It makes editing go a lot faster.  The thick make-up hides skin issues and makes certain that the model still has color on her face after the cover is fully processed.  During the final stages of making the cover, the image’s brightness is pushed, and it’s possible to lose skin tones, so the edited image above is actually intentionally underexposed.

The next step is pulling her off the background and starting the cover design.  If you purchase stock to make your covers, this is where your cover begins.  If you’re a control freak like me, look at all the things you didn’t get to control!  Sometimes it pays to use stock, but if you are writing a series, promoting the hell out of it, and then have the same cover models as everyone else–well, it’s not very good branding.  Dude, I’ve seen at least 17 covers, all by different authors, who have the same exact couple on the cover.  The images were being used by the Big 6 and Indie authors.

It makes your branding moot when other people have access to the same images.

Business brains might be thinking, Yes, but is a photo shoot cost-effective?  The answer:  Hell yes!  Stock images are expensive and now Indie authors can’t buy the little images because the pixel dimensions are too small for Amazon’s new requirements (they are asking 2500px on the longest side for ideal viewing).  You want ideal viewing.  That’s the whole purpose of the cover – to lure in readers.  Having it showing like crap won’t help you.  So, your covers suddenly shot up in price if you are using stock.  Price a photoshoot.  You can find anything from $30, which can include the disc, and up.  Photographers’ rates are all over the place.  In other words, it’s worth looking into.

So I chose the shot I want to use, but it’s not perfect.  It’s not EXACTLY what I want.  It has the feeling, and she looks pretty, but it needs something.  I can see Shan’s blade and Collin’s ring, but I want the dress to pop more.  Although I LOVE purple, the Demon Kissed cover is purple, I want this cover to be different.

So, for TORN, I decided to make her gown red to match her lips.

As soon as I change her gown to red, I can see everything.  I know I want the gothic-ish overlay.  The entire series uses those to help tie them together.  I need to add her Martis mark to her forehead, the violet mark Ivy has in the book.  I change her eye color and make them rimming violet, like in the book.  And I brightened her hair.  It was getting lost a little bit after applying the layers of the overlay.

So, now my image has about 35 layers.  Here is a screen shot of what things look like at this point.  (And I’m working in CMYK for print.  I’ll convert it later to RGB for computer screens.  I’ve found it’s easier to maintain rich colors that way).

Next, I take my cover image (minus the words) flatten it and drop it onto the print template.  I check my gutters and crop lines (the little blue/ green rulers) to make sure everything lines up correctly so that it will print right.  My books are printed at a standard trade paperback size, in this case 5″x8″.  If I just made the template at 5×8, when the book is printed, it won’t look right.  You have to leave extra room so the cover can be cut before it’s bound to the rest of the book. You also need to leave a place for the barcode.  Your printer can give you the margins so you can place guidelines on your cover to make sure everything lines up correctly.  If you can do the interior margins, this is the same kind of thing.

Next, the text is added.  All my covers have large text on the back.  It’s the hook from the first book in the Demon Kissed series, then they go into their own description.  Then I add my other book covers from this series to the back of the book.  Again, images lend to mood.  The more images you have, the better.  There’s a jewel pic on the spine, a little glimpse of the cover pic.  And the number in the series, author, publisher, etc.  I also put on the back cover a new series that is coming out next.

And this is what it looks like when the jacket is complete and ready to print.

It’s kind of cool to see the process from start to finish.  It has that awesome-esk feeling of seeing a before and after shot.  Below is another completed book jacket.  It’s for the first book in the Demon Kissed series.  Remember how I told you that I LOVE purple?  Yeah, well, I have to make a consious effort not to make every single cover purple.  That also means my favorite cover in the entire series is this one… cuz it’s PURPLE!

That’s the evolution of a book cover.  It starts as a hunched-over, slobbering hairy guy, and ends with a pretty girl in a dress holding a dagger.  Tah-dah!

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H.M. Ward is the bestselling author of the Demon Kissed series, and an award winning photographer.  To see all of her covers, click here.

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Sneak Peek: VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE: BANE (Book #1) by H.M. Ward (Paranormal Romance)

Sneak Peek: Chapter 1 of VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE: BANE (Book #1) by H.M. Ward

That day lingered at the back of Kahli’s mind like a nightmare. The memories and emotions bled together, making every terrorizing moment painfully clear.  Kahli and her mother were not halfway through the crystalized trees when the first ray of light burst forth. Icy pines jutted up out of the ground forming towering spires. Kahli remembered everything: The crisp scent of the morning air, the sunlight on her face, her mother’s voice—even and urgent—telling her to stay hidden. Every piece of information was stored with acute detail in her mind.

Making their way down the icy slope of the mountain had taken longer than expected that day.  It was nearly ten years ago now.  She was barely seven. Just after they’d entered the woods, Kahli’s mother turned sharply. Instinctively, she grabbed her daughter’s hand, and searched the landscape behind them. Mother’s heart stopped. The Trackers were too close.  If she didn’t do something, they would both be captured.

Her grip on Kahli’s small hand tightened. Leaning closer to her daughter, she whispered in her ear, “Run.”

Kahli blinked, shaking her head. It felt like she was stuck in a dream and time had stopped.  Her mind couldn’t comprehend what her mother had done.  What she said. This couldn’t be real.  But it was.  Mom ran directly toward the Trackers, leaving her behind.

Ignoring the terror that rushed through her tiny body, Kahli finally turned and sprinted in the opposite direction.  The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears as she gasped in the frigid air.  Cold dry wind whipped her small cheeks.  Kahli’s spiked shoes cut deep into the glittering snow, but they left no foot print, only tiny holes left by the spikes.  They would soon be covered with the dry powdery snow that blew through the air like dust.

Kahli ran until the stitch in her side felt like it was going to burst.  Her legs screamed in protest, burning, begging her to stop, but she didn’t.  She couldn’t. Sucking in huge breaths, Kahli ignored the needles pinching her lungs and fled.  She didn’t look back.  There were no sounds other than the thumping of her heart and the howl of wind ripping through the trees, nothing that indicated pursuit. She didn’t know what her mother heard, but she knew without a doubt that there was danger behind her, and that her mother had run straight into it.  Kahli stumbled, forcing her feet to continue.

The brightness of the frozen trees shone in her eyes like a thousand suns, blinding her.  They should have passed through these woods earlier.  It was her fault they were here now, trying to escape from creatures that couldn’t be outrun. Her heart hammered harder, her small body filled to the brim with fear, shaking as she ran. The ski mask that covered her face to protect her from the wind made it difficult to see.  She’d nearly collided with a tree. It didn’t fit quite right.  The worn wool was slightly too large for her small head. Kahli untied her hood and tore off the mask. She decided it was better than slamming into one of the ancient aspens. Gasping for air, she shoved the mask in her pocket.  Fiery red hair streamed behind her as she fled.

Nearing the edge of the woods, Kahli slowed.  A sound carried through the trees to her left.  Jerking her head toward the noise, Kahli saw her mother rush through a thicket of briars, shattering them into tiny fragments as she thrashed her way through.

Breathless, Mother reached for Kahli, and shoved her into the frozen thicket.  The branches gave way without shattering, concealing the small child.  Leaning down, Mother breathed so hard that Kahli could barely understand her.  “Stay in there. Don’t come out.”  She put her finger on her lips, and backed away from her daughter’s frightened green eyes and small round face.

Mother was within reach when the Trackers burst into the clearing.  A large man with a thick coat that barely concealed his round belly said, “Thought you could escape, did you?”  He wore white like we did, so he could blend into the landscape.  The man moved towards Mother, who stood utterly still.  The dark-haired man examined her, sliding his eyes up and down her thin frame.  Her fingers fisted at her sides, ready to fight.  The man’s narrow eyes ignored the gesture.  Stubble lined his jowls, as if he hadn’t shaved for days.  He scratched his chin like he’d forgotten something.

A boy appeared next to him.  He couldn’t have been more than 8 years old.  His gangly frame seemed too tall for his thin body.  He was like the other man—pale with dark hair.  Stepping into the clearing, he stopped behind the man.  The boy appeared frail, but Kahli knew he wasn’t.  That boy was a Tracker, a vampire, like the fat man.

Kahli pressed her face to the cold ground, trying not to breathe.  She didn’t know what they were doing.  Tears stung the corners of her eyes as terror coursed through her veins, but she remained hidden as her mother said.

Mother held her chin up high, “I evaded you long enough.”  She’d lost her mask.  Wisps of dark hair blew gently away from her face.

He laughed, reaching into the bag he carried across his chest.  “Not much good it did you.”  He removed something that glittered in the sunlight.

Mother stepped away, ready to run.  But she didn’t want to flee and leave her daughter with the Trackers.  Even the boy was dangerous, but there were no other options.  When the man moved to wrap the gleaming metal around her wrists, Mother lifted her foot and stabbed the man in the leg with the spikes of her shoe.  A wild howl tore from his throat. The nails pierced his skin, leaving long deep holes in his flesh.  Blood covered his shin in long lines where metal met flesh and blackened blood poured down his leg.

The dark haired boy came to life.  He moved faster than she could see.  Before her mother got in another shot, she heard her hit the ground. A gush of air was forced out of her lungs when she fell on the packed snow.

The fat man reached for Mother, jerking her to her feet.  “You’ll pay for that.” Without another word, his hand collided with the side of her face.  The sound filled Kahli’s ears.  Her tiny stomach lurched within her, her small eyes wide and frightened.  His hand landed squarely on her mother’s jaw with such force that her head turned to the side.

Mother didn’t scream.  She just closed her eyes.  When she reopened them, she glared at him.

The man ignored her glare, and cast his gaze at every tree in the clearing.  The holes in his leg had already healed, but his pants were stained with blood.  The boy watched, standing nearby, his eyes scanning the trees.

He addressed the boy, his dark eyes searching the gleaming forest. “She doubled back.  There has to be a reason.”

The boy was quiet for a moment and then asked, “Do you think she has young nearby?”

Mother didn’t move.  Her expression remained the same.  Kahli’s heart was beating so fast within her tiny body that she thought they would hear it.  She stuffed her mittens into her mouth to keep from crying.  They’d find her.  They knew she was there.  Hidden at their feet.

The man nodded, his lips snaked into a grin, “It stands to reason…”

The boy stepped forward and began to move methodically through the clearing.  Looking between the branches in the frozen thickets, his ungloved hands pushed through thorns, bending back the branches.  The ice-covered brambles slid against his pale skin, but he did not bleed.  He continued pulling vines and branches, parting them and peering into the shadows until he was next to the exact place Kahli was hiding.

Kahli held her breath.  Her mother’s eyes were glued to the boy’s back as his hands were dangerously close to her daughter.  Mother’s entire body was stiff.  She swallowed hard, watching the boy get closer and closer.

Kahli’s heart slammed into her ribs.  Air wouldn’t come. She couldn’t breathe. The boy crouched, parting the thicket and bent down low.  He was standing just above her, his hands right above her head.  And then he stopped.  His blue eyes stared into the dark place where Kahli hid deep within the thicket.

His eyes locked on hers.

Kahli’s small body was frozen.  A scream was stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.  Her teeth were biting into her mitten, and she couldn’t stop.  Every part of her wanted to scream.

His blue eyes remained fixed on hers, but the boy didn’t move.  He simply stared. She wasn’t certain if he saw her among the shadows or not.  After a moment he turned away.  The branches flew back into place, concealing Kahli.

“There’s nothing here, but frozen thorns.  Whatever she had is gone,” the boy stated.

The man grunted, displeased.  “Then find her.  You know the situation we’re in.  Bringing in a wild female and her young would fix everything.  We’d be welcomed back by the Queen herself.”  He beamed, imagining it.

The boy nodded, dark hair falling in his eyes, “Yes, Sir.”  And he took off between the trees, tracking down a girl that was hidden right in front of him.”

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-Excerpt from VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE: BANE (Book #1) by H.M. Ward, a paranormal romance novel.  Release date: June 15, 2012.  Please note that this is not the final copy.  Changes may be made prior to publication.
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Announcing the Mock Up Cover for The 13th Prophecy!

This is the mock up of the cover for the final book in the DEMON KISSED series by H.M. Ward.  It’s not the final version, but it’s getting close!

I told the fans that I’d post it the other night when the facebook page hit 44,000 fans – and it did!

So, who’s ready for THE 13th PROPHECY?

Want another bit of awesomeness?  The 1st chapter of BANE: VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE by H.M. Ward 1 will be included with it!

Have an awesome weekend!

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