Okay, I admit it: I’ve been slack. I don’t post here nearly as often as I should. Gone are the days of the ranty post or short story to share. I have no time. As many of you are probably aware, most authors have to have a ‘proper’ job to pay for coffee, oh, and food, well more specifically chocolate. This is taking me away from doing more pleasurable things like writing and blogging. But today I have something that will hopefully interest many of you readers. My friend, another Australian author who writes fantasy (not necessarily epic but more urban romance), has kindly offered to share a post on here. So now I will introduce you to L.L. Hunter who has a new book coming out very soon—Crave, and she’s offering it for a bargain on release, but it’s only for a limited time. You can grab it from here.

So what’s it about? Here’s the blurb:

I remember excruciating pain.

I remember unimaginable heat.

I remember an undeniably beautiful young woman.

But I’m not sure whether these things are real.

One year ago, Ash Brandon was framed and sent to an unknown realm where he learnt his fate. A fate where he held the blood of an ancient line of Dragon shifters called Dragon Hearts. The thing is, he can no longer remember. All he knows is that he is a nineteen-year-old guy who wants to study architecture and one day, take over the family business.

Then two beautiful girls show up in his life — one who is sexy as hell and could be the woman of his dreams, while the other claims to have known him from a past he cannot remember. Only there is one thing he can’t wrap his mind around — Why does he crave each of the girls?

A now eighteen-year-old Eva, a powerful Dragon Heart Keeper from the Dragon Realm, is punished by her parents and sent to the earthly realm by her witch maiden. Her memories have all been wiped clean, but why can she still remember Ash, and the undeniable bond they once shared?

Emily is a Siren princess, and she always gets what she wants. When she sets her sights on Ash, all bets are off. She will make him hers — if only his Keeper weren’t in the way.

Will Ash discover who he truly is before its too late? Or will his deadly addiction to both girls get him killed?

Crave Love – Crave Life – Crave Truth

Inspired by the short story,

The Dragon Heart Keeper, also by L.L. Hunter

Add Crave to your Goodreads shelf: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18590749-crave

You can Download The Dragon Heart Keeper FREE from all eBook retailers!

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00CSCT2R0

Here is an excerpt from the book:

It must have been some time before I regained consciousness because the water had turned cold, and I could no longer feel any pain. I blinked the water from my eyes and sat up. My head throbbed from bashing it against the shower wall. I sat there on the floor of the shower a little while longer, and when I could stand, I turned the water off. When I looked down, I saw absolute carnage. What had happened?

Metal blades clinked and flesh sliced. Blood flew, coating everything in its path. Pointy teeth flashed bright under the streetlight…

I tried to grab onto the wall to steady myself as the sudden vision caused everything to blur and me to feel nauseous. What was happening? Was I having nightmares while I was awake now, too?

I wasn’t crazy. I shook it off and stepped over the broken glass from the shattered shower door. My feet must have gone straight through when I fell. I would clean it up later. I had to get to class.

I cleaned myself up as best I could and downed a quick cup of coffee before dressing and heading out to my car. A light rain was falling steadily outside, which only added to my messed up mood. I only hoped the day would get better.

* * * * *

I pulled into the college campus around ten past eight. Shit, I was late for my first day. This was not a good start. I grabbed my book bag off the passenger seat of my car and rushed toward the building I knew held my first glass. I hoped the Professor was a nice one, because if he or she wasn’t, they were going to eat me alive, both for looking like crap and for turning up late. I barged through the doors and saw the lecture hall to be almost full. There were only a few empty seats scattered here and there. I hurried to find one near the back as quietly as I could to not draw attention to my lateness.

“Mr. Brandon, is it?” said a large booming voice. I froze. I was a goner. I exhaled and slowly turned to face my fate.

“Uh, yes, sir. Sorry I’m late. I…”

“You overslept or partied too hard last night or both. I’ve heard them all before and would rather not hear them again. Take a seat.”

“Yes… yes, sir,” I stuttered. This was not going as well as I had hoped. I swallowed and quickly sat down. I pulled the small table over my lap and dumped my books on top of it. My pen fell out of one of the spiral notepads and fell to the floor. I bent down to grab it, but so did the person next to me. My head collided with theirs, and I only realized it was a girl when she started laughing. And God, her laugh was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

“Oops, sorry. Here, let me,” she said. I sat up rubbing my head.

“Sorry. Thank you.” She bent down and picked up my pen and held it out to me.

“I’m Emily. You must be new.”

“I… yes, I am.” God, could I even talk at all? What was wrong with me? It must have been all the knocks to the head I was having lately. Emily giggled again and titled her head to the side taking me in. She had the most amazing leaf green eyes I had ever seen and honey colored locks, which cascaded down to her waist.

Leaf green eyes? Where had I seen that before?

“So, what’s your name, new boy?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s Ashley. Ash for short.”

Emily smiled. And my heart fluttered. Her smile was one of the most beautiful I had ever seen. I knew I would be up all night tonight dreaming about it. God, help me.

“Well, Ash, what’s your favorite myth or mythical creature?”

The question struck me out in left field. It was an odd thing to ask.

“Pardon me?”

“Silly, weren’t you listening? That’s what the Professor just asked. Our first assignment is to do a paper on a myth or mythical creature. So, what is your favorite myth or mythical creature?”

“That’s a good question.” It really was. I had no idea what my favorite myth or mythical creature was. But something about this class called to me. I don’t know, but it was. It was as if a higher power had made me pick this class. Call it fate if you believed in that kind of stuff. As a guy who didn’t believe in anything, it had really struck me as odd.

I realized Emily was talking to me. Where was my head? Oh, yeah, it had been dented several times.

“So, I was thinking of doing my paper on dragons. I have this fascination with them. You don’t know if they actually exist or not.”

I realized Emily was kind of a rambler, but I didn’t care. She was hot, and I was pretty sure I had met her before somewhere. I wasn’t sure how I knew her. I just knew I did.

“Dragons are cool,” I agreed.

She smiled. “Oh, but if you want to do dragons, then I guess I could do mermaids or sirens. They were my second choice.”

I smiled back. She reminded me of a Siren somehow. It was as if her blood called me to her like a song on the wind. I was drawn to her in unexplainable ways. “I think you should do Sirens.”

“Cool. Then it’s decided. I’ll see you later, Ash.”

It was then I noticed it was the end of class. Emily got up and left. I stood and realized I was the last one left in the lecture hall. Well, besides the Professor.

“Mr. Brandon. Will you come see me, please?”

I nodded and looked around one last time for Emily, but she was nowhere to be seen. I made my way down the steps to the stage at the front.

“Daydreaming isn’t going to help you pass my class, Mr. Brandon.”

“I… sorry, sir. I’ve been having a rough time lately. You see…”

“I don’t need to hear it.” He held up his palm toward me and turned away to get something off his desk. It was then I saw his name. Professor Mikhail Elderoy. I had read articles about this man. He was the leading expert to some in the field of myths and legends. To others, he was a kook. He had also been called a witch or warlock in his lifetime. Before I could do anything, I felt cold metal against my skin.

“I know what you are.”

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Hmm, that looks very interesting, and I’m loving the cover. I’m sure many of you are ready to dive into this awesome book so run and grab it when it’s 99 cents.

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