The Soul Series by Rory Ni Coileain

Rory has provided excerpts from each of the books in the series and don’t forget the Giveaway at the end of the post.


Series: SoulShares

  • Hard As Stone (book #1)
  • Gale Force (book #2)
  • Deep Plunge (book #3)
  • Firestorm (book #4)

A special excerpt from Deep Plunge

Garrett hefted his bag to hang more comfortably from his shoulder, and used his other hand to hold his wool coat closed at the throat. It wasn’t really all that cold, but he’d worked up a sweat tonight. He could almost hear his mother’s voice. Garrett, child, close your coat, you’ll catch your death.

Yeah, right. Should have listened to Mom.

Listen to me, shit, I’ve turned into a drama queen overnight. Not that he didn’t have at least some justification, what with his magic pharmaceutical bullets inexplicably losing their mojo and all, but it wasn’t an attitude he cared to cultivate. He hadn’t done it when he was turning tricks for a living, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.

He was surprised at how many people were out at this hour. He usually didn’t finish at the club until two or three in the morning, which meant that by the time he started home, the streets were more or less deserted, but he’d begged off tired just after midnight, and there were plenty of people around.

A few were coming up from the Metro, off to his right, their nights apparently just starting. One guy caught Garrett’s attention; quickly, he looked away and pulled his coat even closer, shivering. Big man, wearing a dirty gray hoodie, filthy jeans, boots the size of boats. It was the ink on the backs of his hands, though, that made Garrett shudder. He’d known one man with hands like that; he’d been a bouncer at Purgatory, back in the bad old days. The way the fucker used to look at him made Garrett want to go take an hour-long shower and scrub himself raw. But he was dead now, that’s what everyone said. Some even said he’d been killed at the club, but no body had ever been found on the premises.

He trudged on, not really noticing as blocks went past, and the more affluent neighborhood immediately south of the club gave way to small storefronts and offices, crowded together and topped with apartments. Not nearly as much foot traffic here, nothing to attract anyone outside of working hours. Or maybe stepping-out-to-the-deli hours.

He had just spotted the recessed doorway that would take him up to his own apartment, directly over Luigi’s Italian Ristorante with the missing “n” where a rock or a bullet had taken out the neon tubing two or three years ago, when he first heard the footsteps behind him. Not quite running, but coming up fast.

Shit. His grip tightened on the strap of his bag, ready to swing it — or ditch it, if it looked like that would help him escape . And for one sick, sweaty, gut-wrenching moment, he was ten years old again, hearing the kids closing in behind him, knowing there was no way in hell he was going to get away without another split lip, ruined shirt, blackened eye. Almost hearing his mother’s voice again. Garrett Lee Templar, I swear, you find more trouble than any ten other boys ever dreamed of. Do you think I can just make new clothes appear out of thin air?


He recognized that voice from somewhere. Slowly, he turned. And stared up into eyes that gleamed blue even in the crappy light from the streetlight on the corner.

“Lochlann?” He hadn’t had to rent his ass out for a while now, but the idea of a john following him home from the club still made his skin crawl. Yet there was something about those eyes, something different.

No. Fuck that shit. You get hurt the worst when you let yourself hope.

“Yes.” The guy looked almost as uncomfortable as Garrett felt, shifting from one foot to the other, hands plunged deep into the pockets of his heavy wool coat. “Look, I’m not stalking you, and I don’t mean to frighten you. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. And maybe talk for a few minutes.”

The john’s smile flashed briefly, transforming the beard-shadowed face above him into unexpected, breathtaking beauty. For a second, all Garrett could do was stare and hope his mouth wasn’t hanging open. Oh, Jesus. Ask me to do anything. Anything at all. Just smile when you do it.

Then the smile faded, and Garrett shook his head, trying to clear it. “I, uh, yeah. Sure.” He looked up, almost afraid to look in those eyes again. Way up. Guy had to be six-four at least, putting his five-nine at a decided disadvantage if things got rough. Here’s hoping they don’t. “You want to come in? It’s kind of cold out here.”

“Thanks, I’d like that.”

Garrett fumbled in his pocket for his keys, somehow managed to get the street level door open, looked back in startlement as the john held it for him — a gentleman, then, at least some of the time — and preceded him up the narrow stairs. Which gave him plenty of time to think. Not that there was much going on in his head besides why the HELL am I doing this? and the guy’s fucking gorgeous. And then the kicker. Nothing’s going to happen anyway. Nothing can. Unless I want to kill him.

He stopped on the stairs, just short of the landing, stopped short enough that the guy nearly ran into him. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah. This is wrong.” Garrett turned. Don’t look him in the eyes. Just don’t. So he kept his eyes down. Which was a mistake, because Mr. Blue Eyes was a couple of steps below him, and wham! — he was lost again. “I… you ought to go.” Fuck, he was stammering. As if the john was one of those schoolyard Neanderthals, waiting for the right moment to pound him. “This is a mistake.”

“No, it isn’t.” Somehow, without his noticing it, the guy had taken his hand. “You’re afraid. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I would never harm you.” He shook his head, slightly, laughing softly. “You have no idea.” The grip on his hand tightened, then relaxed. “And I’m not afraid of you, either. Even though you think I should be.”

“How the fuck do you know that?” Damn restaurant must have cranked the thermostat again, he was starting to sweat.

“You’re not hard to read.” One dark brow swept up. “Look, can we go inside? I’m not used to looking up at people.”

There was that smile again. Damn. “All right. Just as long as you know, nothing’s going to happen. Whatever you were expecting, I’m sorry.”


Hard as Stone Final

Hard As Stone

The blurb…

Tiernan Guaire is a Fae in exile. Forced from the Realm into the human world for the unimaginable crime of a brother’s murder, he lives by a century-old vow, to trust no one, and never to allow himself to love or be loved.

Kevin Almstead has just lost his future, to a vote of the partners at his law firm. Trying to escape for an evening, he ventures into Purgatory, the hottest all-male nightclub in Washington, D.C., where he allows himself to be seduced by a stranger with long blond hair and ice-blue eyes.

Drawn into a Soulshare bond with his intended one-night stand, Tiernan soon learns that the most ancient and evil enemy of the Fae still walks the human world, and it will stop at nothing – certainly not Kevin Almstead – to possess the magick of a Noble Fae.

An excerpt…

Tiernan stirred, muttered under his breath, the first signs of distress he’d shown since falling asleep. Passing out. Whatever. Kevin sighed, resting a hand lightly on the blond’s smooth chest; in short order, he found himself running his fingertips lightly over his lover’s chest, tracing the lines of the muscles, and then down, a fingertip traveling along the intricate tattoo over his hip. Tiernan wasn’t buff, not like some men were and Kevin himself tried to be. Lean, hard-bodied, almost impossibly fit. And with that long, unruly blond hair, and his crystalline blue eyes, Tiernan would turn heads in rooms full of men or women. And no doubt had.


The Fae rolled onto his side, away from Kevin; chuckling softly, Kevin settled himself behind his lover, glancing over the shoulder in front of him at the bedside clock. He could still get almost three hours of sleep if he was lucky. He wrapped an arm around Tiernan, nuzzled into the curve where neck met shoulder, breathed in the scent of wild hair and sated male body and honey, and closed his eyes. So this is what magic smells like.

Buy Links

 Hard as Stone for Kindle 

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Hard as Stone for Nook

Hard as Stone, Kobo

Hard as Stone at Ravenous Romance’s Web site

 Gale Force Cover Final


The blurb…

Conall Dary is the most powerful mage born to the Fae race since the Realm was parted from the human world, over two thousand years ago. But that very power condemns him to a lifetime of celibacy, because sex calls to power, and he has power enough to drain a world. When he refuses to use his talents for a Noble lady’s petty revenge, he finds himself shanghaied to the human world, his soul torn in half and his magick blocked.

Josh LaFontaine is the beautifully inked owner of Raging Art-On, a Washington, D.C. tattoo and piercing parlor. While taking part in New York City’s Pride march with a former lover’s dance company, his world changes forever when the man of his dreams materializes out of nowhere at his feet. Josh’s sensual and loving touch, the first Conall has ever known, may be enough to give him back the magick he’s lost. But before they can complete their Soulshare, a terrible accident leaves Conall bodiless, lost, and invisible, to everyone except – maybe – the human with whom he shares a soul. But Josh will need to find him before the ancient evil of the Marfach does or everything they have – and more – will be lost.

An excerpt…

The sense of relief as he got out of the taxi was like nothing he’d ever felt before, and even knowing most of it wasn’t his own didn’t make it any less overwhelming. Only the presence of the foot traffic in and out of Purgatory kept him from falling to his knees in gratitude, maybe doing some pavement-kissing.

Well, that and a sense of haste only slightly less urgent than a cattle prod. He fumbled the keys off the hook at his belt and unlocked the deadbolt, then keyed in the combination on the touchpad, wincing as the tiny crystalline tones tried to pierce his eardrums.

Are you sure you can do this, lanan? There might be another way. Just let me think, now that I can.

Josh shook his head. Letting himself into the small client lounge in the front, he locked the door behind himself and made straight for the tattoo studio. “No time. Every minute you’re disembodied makes it less likely you’ll ever get back, you said so yourself. And me…” He paused, his hand on the doorknob of his studio. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stand this.”

Buy Links

Gale Force for Kindle (US)

Gale Force, All Romance eBooks

Gale Force, Barnes & Noble (Nook)

Gale Force, Kobo

Gale Force, Ravenous Romance



The blurb…

For the last six hundred years or so, the only things reminding Lochlann Doran he’s a Fae have been his faceted aquamarine eyes and the fact that he can’t die. He’s been a wanderer for so long in the human world – over two thousand years – that he’s lost his magick, including the gift of healing that goes along with being a Fae of the Demesne of Water. Finding his SoulShare might get it back for him. But it might kill him, too.

Garrett Templar has been living on borrowed time, in a sense, since he was eighteen, when one of the johns he entertained to pay the bills while he danced at Purgatory infected him with HIV. It was always supposed to be a “manageable” disease, though, at least until a cure was found. Except he’s just found out that the virus in his system has inexplicably mutated into full-blown AIDS, and no known drug cocktail can even slow it down.

And when Lochlann and Garrett find each other at last, on Purgatory’s dance floor, the only thing as urgent as their need for one another is the hunger of an ancient evil to do whatever is necessary to possess Lochlann’s magick.

An excerpt…

Shit. His grip tightened on the strap of his bag, ready to swing it — or ditch it, if it looked like that would help him escape . And for one sick, sweaty, gut-wrenching moment, he was ten years old again, hearing the kids closing in behind him, knowing there was no way in hell he was going to get away without another split lip, ruined shirt, blackened eye. Almost hearing his mother’s voice again. Garrett Lee Templar, I swear, you find more trouble than any ten other boys ever dreamed of. Do you think I can just make new clothes appear out of thin air?


He recognized that voice from somewhere. Slowly, he turned. And stared up into eyes that gleamed blue even in the crappy light from the streetlight on the corner.

“Lochlann?” He hadn’t had to rent his ass out for a while now, but the idea of a john following him home from the club still made his skin crawl. Yet there was something about those eyes, something different.

No. Fuck that shit. You get hurt the worst when you let yourself hope.

 Buy Links

Deep Plunge for Kindle (US)

Deep Plunge, Barnes & Noble (Nook)

Deep Plunge, Kobo

Deep Plunge, Ravenous Romance

Deep Plunge, All Romance eBooks



The blurb…

Rian Sheridan is a foundling, a Northern Irish Catholic corner boy whose world was destroyed in fire, and reborn the same way, beside an Orangemen’s bonfire last July the Twelfth. A consuming, dimly-remembered pain in his past calls to him, taunting him, daring him to find it and lose himself to it in the S&M underground of Belfast.

Cuinn an Dearmad is the last surviving Fae Loremaster, and he’s just seen the beginning of the death of the Realm, the haven of the Fae race. The only hope of stopping it starts with him finding the Prince Royal of Fire he stole from the cradle, and lost in the human world, many years ago. He has a few guesses about where that hope ends, and he doesn’t like any of them.

Rian and Cuinn are an impossible pairing, two SoulShared Fae. Any two Fae will strike sparks, but these two Fae are a conflagration. Unable to stand one another, yet drawn into an escalating series of sexual collisions, their passion will either save a world or destroy it.

 An excerpt…

He gave up on trying to sleep, rolling onto his back and lying sprawled out in the great bed fit for a king. Or a Prince. Shite. He didn’t want to be a fecking Royal. Whatever that meant. But if there was one thing he could say he’d learned in life, it was that what he wanted had fuck all to do with what happened to him.

Though ever since the Twalf, last summer, there was one thing he nearly always got, when he wanted it. The thrill. They’d thought to break him that night, and perhaps they had, but after the breaking he’d been made anew. Into a man who craved what the bastards sought to shame him with, and who used them, in the end, more cruelly than they had used him. After all, he could use them, and others like them, any time he liked.

Addicted? Hell, no. Victorious.

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About the Author

Author Name: Rory Ni Coileain

Author Bio: Rory Ni Coileain majored in creative writing, back when Respectable Colleges didn’t offer such a major, so she designed it herself – being careful to ensure that she never had to take a class before nine in the morning or take a Hemingway survey course. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa at the age of nineteen, sent off her first short story to an anthology being assembled by an author she idolized, got shot down in flames, and found other things to do, such as nightclub singing, for the next thirty years or so, until her stories started whispering to her. Now she’s a lawyer, a legal editor, a sopraltenor in her church choir, the mother of a budding video game designer, and amanuensis to a host of fantastic creatures who are all anxious to tell their stories, and sometimes even wait their turns.

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Tour Dates:


July 1, 8, 15, 22, 29

August 5, 12, 19, 26

Tour Stops:

July 1: Smoocher’s Voice, Jade Crystal

July 8: Hearts on Fire, Nephylim

July 15: Parker Williams, Kimi-Chan

July 22: Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, Fallen Angel Reviews

July 29: The Novel Approach, MM Good Book Reviews, The Hat Party

August 5: Dawn’s Reading Nook, Love Bytes, Because Two Men Are Better Than One

August 12: Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, My Fiction Nook

August 19: Prism Book Alliance, Book Reviews and More by Kathy

August 26: The Blogger Girls, Amanda C. Stone


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GIVEAWAY! Smoke and Mirrors by Lillian T. MacGowan



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Book Name: Smoke and Mirrors

Author Name: Lillian T. MacGowan

Cover Artist: Kalen O’Donnell

Publisher: Loose-Id





The blurb…

Firefighter Frank “Deck” Dekker was just doing his job when he saved Dr. Naim Moreau’s life, the last thing he expected was to lose his heart! But he can’t resist his quiet, mysterious doctor, nor does he want to. He wants to make a life with Naim—preferably locked away in his apartment worshipping each other like they were meant to be. Because they are.

Things aren’t as clear for Naim. His past haunts him to his soul, and he would rather die than let Deck seem him the way he sees himself. Being honest with Deck and showing his true face could cause him to lose Deck forever. But is it possible that just maybe Deck will see another man? A beautiful man? And what price is Naim willing to pay to take that chance?


 Naim’s cheeks flushed, and his eyes darted away from Deck’s as he turned toward the wall for gloves, only to find an empty box. He turned back to Deck and frowned.

“Right. We uh…” Naim looked at Deck, one eyebrow up, while Deck cringed. “We kinda used them all up making glove balloons,” he muttered. The corners of the doctor’s mo uth quivered and it seemed like he was struggling to look severe. “The nurse brought more. They’re”—Deck scanned the room—“they’re over there.” He pointed to the counter next to the sink. See? He was helping.

Sighing, Naim walked over to grab the box of gloves.

Fuck. Those scrubs were clingy. And thin. And clingy. And fuck, he was beautiful. Deck stared as Naim walked back to him and silently removed the empty box from the dispenser, replacing it with the new one. What were scrubs made of anyway? Fucking butterfly wings? Spider webs? God he looked so good in them. Argh. Brain then mouth, dude, brain then mouth…

“I like your scrubs.” FUUUUCK.

 About the Author

You can usually find Lily MacGowan reading, knitting herself into the sofa, or writing. Lily has been a carpenter, a circus aerialist, a Sunset Strip club kid and a corporate mogul, but she gave all that up to teach middle school on the east coast and is happier than ever. Lily’s hobbies include food, household renovations and avoiding laundry. She’s a huge fan of comfy jammies and happily ever after.

Tour Dates: 8/5/14


Tour Stops: Parker Williams, LeAnn’s Book Reviews, MM Good Book Reviews, My Fiction Nook, Love Bytes, Cate Ashwood, Tara Lain, Prism Book Alliance, Full Moon Dreaming, Because Two Men Are Better Than One, GGR-Reviews, Jade Crystal, Fallen Angel Reviews, Boy Meets Boy Reviews, Hearts on Fire, Sinfully Sexy, Havan Fellows, The Hat PartyScattered Thoughts & Rogue WordsAmanda C. StoneWake Up Your Wild Side



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