Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Book Blitz & Giveaway for Immortals of New Orleans Box Set by Kym Grosso


Immortals of New Orleans Box Set (1-4) 
Publication Date: January 20, 2015 

Blitz: Immortals of New Orleans Box Set (1-4) by Kym Grosso

Bestselling & award-winning erotic paranormal romance. Full length vampire & shifter romance novels, each with their own happily ever after.


After a series of girls are ritualistically murdered on the cold streets of Philadelphia, seasoned detective, Sydney Willows, is forced to work with sexy, alpha vampire, Kade Issacson. As he attempts to protect her from a murderer, Kade grows concerned that the beautiful, but very human detective, could easily end up dead should she tangle with supernatural forces that are beyond her control. The investigation leads them into a dark and dangerous world, deep in the heart of New Orleans, where together, they search for the perpetrators of the Voodoo killings. Sydney soon becomes the target of the killer and ends up fighting for her life and love in the Big Easy. Will she eventually give into the intoxicating desire she feels for Kade if she makes it out alive?


Sydney knew she wasn’t Luca’s favorite person, but he was polite, she’d give him that. She stood, glancing from Kade to Luca and took Luca’s hand. Luca pulled Sydney onto the dance floor. As she went, Sydney’s eyes never left Kade’s. She stopped counting how many times a day she wanted Kade to make love to her. She never felt so connected to one man in her life, but she couldn’t admit to herself that this might be a real opportunity for a long, lasting relationship.

Luca easily pulled Sydney against him. He pushed his thigh between her knees. Sydney felt the strength of Luca against her and admired his lean, fit body. He was muscular, lethal. She let herself fall against him and put one arm around his neck. Luca brought her even closer. Sydney was surprised to feel Luca’s hardness against her belly. “So, Luca, is that a stake in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she joked.

Luca grabbed the back of her head pulling it toward his and whispered in her ear, “Sydney darling, let’s just say that you are starting to grow on me, and that outfit of yours is delectable. I may be a vampire, but I’m not dead. Even though you belong to Kade, it doesn’t stop me from appreciating you…all of you.” He kissed her cheek and continued dancing.

Horny vampires, geez. She oddly felt as though she could trust Luca, even if he was so touchy feely with her. Sydney was attracted to him as well, as most women would be. He was very handsome, but not a pretty boy. Sydney was surprised at his sudden sexuality on display for all to see in the club. She also felt nervous wondering what Kade’s reaction would be to having another man’s hands all over her. She kept trying to remember that she was there playing a part…Look like you are close to Luca.

As Luca danced with Sydney, he was reminded that he had not been with a woman in a long time. She was Kade’s woman, but that didn’t mean he did not appreciate the opportunity to touch her body. Just as she was beginning to relax, Luca spun her around into Kade’s arms. But instead of moving away, Luca rubbed against Sydney’s ass reaching his hands around her waist. His hands slowly inched up under Sydney’s breasts as Kade kissed her passionately.

Sydney’s senses were overwhelmed. What the fuck was going on? She was letting two vampires monopolize her body, sandwiched in between them, loving every minute of it. Kissing Kade took her away into a headspace that she rarely went, pure pleasure. Yet, it scared her that she was letting him see her raw, so exposed. And worst of all, she felt the tingle all over her body. Wishing the situation with him could be permanent, she was falling for him.

Kade grasped the nape of her neck and leaned in to speak sensually in her ear, “Sydney love, you are stunning tonight. Indeed, I am going to find it hard to let you go after this dance.” He kissed the lobe of her ear. “You seem to like playing with two men. Enjoying our dance with Luca aren’t you, love? But remember this Sydney, I don’t share, and at the end of tonight, you will be mine.” Mine? He could not believe he used the word but at the same time, he could not deny the all-consuming need to claim Sydney as his. He had every intention of making love to her over and over again, and was looking forward to hearing her scream his name in ecstasy.

As the song ended, Sydney was relieved to put some space between her and the boys. She felt her sensitive sex ache below, feeling extraordinarily aroused. She longed for Kade’s strong arms and wished he’d take her out of the club. He told her that she would be his tonight. She found herself wanting to let him take control and make love to her until dawn. She was conflicted knowing that she was an independent woman, yet she could not deny wanting to belong to him.


Sexy vampire, Luca Macquarie doesn’t do love; especially not with humans. Yet, ever since he rescued Samantha Irving, he can’t deny the enigmatic attraction he’s developed for the alluring mortal woman. In the Big Easy, they embark on a spellbinding journey, searching for a mystical amulet that promises to release her obligation from an ancient, lethal vampire who’s been threatening her life. With cryptic clues and clandestine allies, will Luca and Samantha destroy the dangerous amulet before others acquire it, setting forth a chain of catastrophic consequences? And will Luca give into his erotic desire for the witch who magically captures heart?


As she leaned in for a closer look, Tony tapped notes into his cell phone. “I know, Syd. We definitely have a demented one on this case. It’s almost as if the perp wanted her to look a certain way, cared about her appearance…well, except for the whole ‘sew her eyelids shut and dress her up like a doll’ shit…and of course, we still need to find cause of death. The coroner is on her way. Take a look at her face.”

The girl’s eyelids were sewn shut in the shape of an ‘X’, and she still had what looked like makeup on her face. She had been in the water for at least a day or two. Maybe it was something else besides makeup? Tattooing? Sydney had a friend who tattooed eye makeup on women so they looked fresh-as-a-daisy, day or night, no muss, no fuss. Well, except there was plenty of muss here. Actually, the waterlogged loose skin looked like you could pull it right off the girl, as if it were a translucent glove. Ew…Sydney might be a cop, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get grossed out by the sick ways people died, or the things they did. Like the guy they found dead with a gourd shoved up his ass. Yep, another day in the city…still gross.

“Tony, her skin looks so pale. Paler than what I would expect from your average floater. It’s almost as if….” Sydney’s skin pricked in awareness. The feeling she had on the docks, the guy who’d been watching her earlier, had he freaking followed her? What the hell?

Kade stepped into the spotlights, dominating her space and finishing her words. “It almost looks as if her blood was drained from her body, and indeed, it was. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Kade Issacson from P-CAP, and I am now officially in charge of this case. You are welcome to stay on and assist…” Kade spoke confidently, concealing his excitement. He could not believe the woman at the docks was here at his scene. What was she? Her sweet scent called to him arousing all his senses. He struggled to remain professional, determined to find out who she was while controlling the situation.

Sydney tsked. She could not believe the sheer audacity of this guy. As she spun on her heels to address him, her eyes locked on the source of her chills. The heat began to rise to her face as she realized this guy was a serious, supernatural being…dangerous; added to that, he was drop dead gorgeous. She could barely bring words to her lips to argue with him. Desire pooled in her belly. She quickly focused her thoughts back on the body, letting her anger rise to the surface.

“Name’s Willows, Detective Sydney Willows.” She was infuriated P-CAP thought they could come in here and boss the little, human woman around. Nice try. “Seriously? You guys finally decide to show up and you’re all like, ‘It’s our case now.’ Well, here’s a newsflash…this girl is a human. According to the regs, ‘human vic, human cops’. So, you can move along friend, or watch. Whatever you’re into. Just stay out of my way.” Damn, if she was going to let some hot, supernatural guy tell her what to do at her scene.

Kade smiled. This was going to be fun. “Ms. Willows, while you are indeed correct that the vic is human, she was murdered in a very supernatural way. Therefore, according to the regs, this is officially a P-CAP case that requires your mandatory cooperation,” he lied. Kade knew full well that he didn’t really need her cooperation. He could just as easily pull in his officers and handle the case himself. But he couldn’t resist teasing the fine detective and looked forward to the opportunity to work with Ms. Willows. Besides, asking her to cooperate would lead to better human relations, so it could be a win-win as far as he was concerned.

Sydney rolled her eyes and blew out a breath. Well good and fuck. She was having a fine evening up until now, day off and all. And now this…she had no idea what the hell he even was. “Mister?” she spat out.

“Please, call me Kade.” He spoke with just the smallest hint of a British accent.
Albeit insincerely, she purred oozing sweetness and sarcasm, “Kade, our police department would love to cooperate with P-CAP just as soon we get the coroner’s exam completed.”

“That would be lovely, Ms. Willows. Now, may I please look at the body?” he smirked.

“Yes,” she curtly replied, moving out of his way so he could get a better look at the girl. Sydney could not believe her day. Okay, she could maybe do this…work with Kade, as long as he didn’t bite her, or claw her or bespell her, or whatever other supernatural shit he did. Even if she didn’t know what his deal was, she was convinced that he was capable of doing things that she would not like. She crossed her arms, irritated with the entire night. She knew one thing for sure; working closely with Kade was going to add exponentially to her overall, sexual frustration. Ugh, how was she ever going to get through this case being around this guy?

She glanced over at him as he conversed with Tony. Kade’s sexy frame towered over her. He was well over six-five with loose, dark blonde hair that reached his collar. The strikingly handsome, hard planes of his face accentuated his piercing, ice blue eyes. Sydney could tell he was athletic and muscular, and wished she could see what was hidden beneath his navy, linen sport jacket. He defied her notions of how she imagined most supernaturals dressed, expecting him to be clad in black leather and chains. Instead, he struck her as classic, masterly, sensual. Sydney smiled to herself thinking that Kade looked like he just stepped out of a freaking Ralph Lauren ad. His cream, linen pants hung loosely on his tapered hips revealing just a glimpse of what supernatural ‘assets’ he had under them. Shit, Sydney, are you really looking at the man’s crotch at a crime scene? 
You so need to get laid.

As she looked up, he caught her eyes and smiled. Oh, God…please don’t let him have seen me looking there. She quickly glanced at Tony who chuckled, “Hey, Syd, whatcha lookin’ at? There really is a lot to observe at the scene, huh?”
Damn, she was so busted. “Shut it, Tony! Need I remind you that I was supposed to be off tonight?” she retorted.

“Off or getting off?” he quipped.

Her face flushed red in embarrassment. “Ha, ha Tony. You boys keep talking. I’m actually going to work. I’ll be with Ada and find out what she’s got,” Sydney huffed. She was eager to put some space between herself and Kade. She needed to get her hormones under control and think. Why cover the body with tattoos? Why all the presentation? Obviously, the perp must get off on some kind of ritual during the actual killing. Some killers like to take their time, play with the victim, such sick bastards.

TRISTAN’S LYCEUM WOLVES (Book 3) *RONE Award Winner 2014*

Charismatic and powerful Lyceum Wolves’ Alpha, Tristan Livingston, is out for revenge after a devastating attack on his pack. Determined to mete out justice, he rescues a beautiful witness who may be the key to helping him find the perpetrators. Dr. Kalli Williams, dedicated veterinarian, is hiding a secret that endangers not only her own life but the lives of wolves across the country. She’s reluctantly agrees to help the sexy Alpha in his quest to identify suspects; ones who’d kill her on the spot if they knew she existed. As Kalli places herself in the hands of the dominant wolf, she soon finds she wants nothing more than to submit. Tristan, committed to ruling his pack as a lone wolf, is drawn to the mysterious and enticing woman, who seems more than human, but not quite supernatural. After living a lifetime alone, will he succumb to the visceral need to claim her? And will he prevail against the menacing enemy who threatens to destroy Lyceum Wolves?


Stunned by her beauty, he could barely breathe.  Goddess, the woman was spectacular.  The fiery red gown clung to her in all the right places, and he noticed a small smile grow on her angelic face, presumably pleased that she had castigated Alexandra.  He needed to get to her, hold her.  As he rushed across the room, Mira stopped him with a hand to his arm.  She gestured toward an elusive client standing to her left.

Logan laughed, seeing Kalli triumph over the demon spawn who ran the vampires.  “Hey girl, I hate to point it out, but man you laid her out…and that growl.  What was that?”

“Dance with me, Logan,” Kalli declared, needing to move.

“Your wish is my command.”

They crossed the floor, and Logan swept her into his arms.  As amazing as Logan looked, she yearned for Tristan.  She could feel he was close.  As the music grew louder in her ears, she swayed along to the classical beats, hyper-aware of his presence.  Leaning her head on Logan’s shoulder, she finally spied Tristan near the buffet, surrounded by Mira and a short bald man.

His eyes caught hers, and her heart started to race.  She wasn’t sure whether it was his pensive expression or aggressive stance, but she could clearly sense he was agitated.  Logan spun her, and she lost his eyes only momentarily, then caught them once again.  His predatory gaze electrified the room, sending goose bumps over her skin.  As he stalked toward them, her breathing hitched.  Like a rabbit alert to the wolf, she froze save for the mindless dance steps she made while blindly following Logan.  As Tristan came upon them, she forced herself to face him directly.  Larger than life, Tristan was sophistication etched in dripping sexuality.  His dominance was apparent to every man, woman and supernatural in the room; there’d be no denying him.

Even Logan stopped dancing to respect his Alpha.  Lowering his eyes in submission, he bowed slightly.  “Thank you for the dance,” he whispered, releasing her.

Before she had a chance to say a word, Tristan wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her tightly to him so they pressed together.  She could feel his barely restrained erection nudging her belly.  Suppressing a moan, she felt herself grow wet.  She clenched her thighs hoping to hide her arousal; every supernatural within fifty feet would know of her excitement.

“Don’t,” Tristan ordered.

“Don’t what?” she managed to ask.

“Don’t try to hide it.  Your delicious scent.”

“But they’ll know I …” Kalli’s words trailed off as she lost her train of thought.  God, he felt incredible.

“I want them to know.  I want them all to know you’re mine.”

“But I thought…I mean you came with her.” Her eyes darted to Mira.

“Business only, nothing more.  Still, I’m very sorry I didn’t bring you with me.  Clearly I was an idiot to leave you alone with my beta.  Every man in this room is looking at you, Kalli.”

“No,” she denied, shaking her head.

“Yes.  And they should.  Because you’re magnificent.  Everything about you from that alluring dress I bought you to your sexy growl.  My Goddess, do you know what you do to me?  Feel it,” he whispered, grinding his groin against her.

“Tristan,” she breathed.  She was on the verge of orgasm from just dancing with the man.  She couldn’t imagine what would happen if they made love.

“Did you enjoy dancing with Logan?

“What?  Logan?”

“Yes, Logan.  Did you enjoy having your sweet body pressed to his?”

“Oh God, Tristan.”

“It’s all right, Kalli.  Did you find it arousing? Tell me the truth.”

“Another test?” she sighed.


“Okay yes, but he’s not…he’s not you.  No one I’ve ever met in my life is like you,” she admitted.

“Ah, see how easy it is to tell the truth, ma chérie?  Perhaps you’d like to explore two men at once?” he teased with a sexy smile as if he’d thoroughly enjoy it.
She blushed, not denying it.

“Someday we’ll explore that little kink of yours, but tonight you are mine.  In fact, I think you’ll be mine for quite a long time.”

“Confident, huh, wolf?”

“Would you ever expect anything less?”

He spun her around, continuing to brush against her.  Tightening the grip around her waist, he ran his palm up her arm to her neck, until he reached her face.  Caressing her cheek, he ran his thumb across her lower lip.  “I want you so much, Kalli.  I’m so sorry for everything.  I shouldn’t have sent you to Logan’s.  I was angry, but damn, I need you.”

She groaned and threw her head back, publicly baring her neck to him.  Submission, truth, she’d give it to him all right.  But what he needed to learn was that he was hers as well, and after tonight she had no intention of letting him go.

LOGAN’S ACADIAN WOLVES (Book 4) *IRC Nominated Best Book of 2014 for Paranormal & Erotic Romance*

 Deep in the heart of New Orleans, Acadian Wolves’ Alpha, Logan Reynaud, rescues a beautiful woman in the dead of night. Intrigued by the mysterious human, the commanding Alpha is determined to elicit all of her secrets, including her deepest fantasies. Driven by responsibility and honor, Logan must protect both his pack and the woman who’s captivated his attention. Dr. Wynter Ryan, a leading virologist, is fascinated with her charismatic protector. As the chemistry ignites between her and the dominant Alpha, she relinquishes her ties to the past, embracing ecstasy and submission within his arms and intrepidly acquiescing to her own adventurous instincts. Passion and mystery on the bayou stirs Logan’s wolf, yet Wynter’s a distraction he can’t afford when his priority is to lead his new pack. Will Logan surrender to the uncontrollable need to claim Wynter as his mate? And will he be able to keep her alive, finding the killer who threatens the Acadian Wolves?


Wynter barely saw him coming.  Logan leapt across the room, and as his body touched hers, she gasped.  His hands pressed hard against the glass on either side of her head.  The masculine scent of him wafted into her nose and she fought the instinct to rub her face against his chest.  Oh God, what had she done?  How could she be so stupid as to challenge an Alpha?  She really must be sick.  Unable to speak, she held still.  Initially charged with fear, she realized very quickly that he wasn’t hurting her.  The tension between them escalated with every minute of silence that passed.  And then she felt him, his nose grazing along the side of her neck.  A small moan escaped her lips.

At the challenge, Logan strode across the room, pinning her against the wall.  He had to smell her, taste her.  Why would she deny her wolf?  Why play games?  Logan didn’t want to hurt her.  Oh no.  If anything, he’d like to give her pleasure like she’d never known.  But she kept insisting she was human.  If she wanted to play, play he would.  She was wolf, and he’d prove it to her.  But as her sweet scent engulfed his senses, he began to lose control.  His wolf clawed at his psyche, begging to take the woman.  Like freshly cut roses, the heavenly aroma was familiar yet altogether unique and desirable, although her wolf lingered on the edge; she was there, he could scent her.

In an effort to prevent himself from ravishing her right there in his office, Logan plastered his hands so hard against the window, he thought it’d crack.  At the sound of her moan, he darted his tongue out against her silky skin.  He had to taste her.  Just once.  Ah fuck, no; his wolf wanted more.  Eyes feral, he locked them with hers, taking her arm.  He placed a small kiss to her palm before dragging his tongue along her wrist all the way to the crook of her elbow, releasing a growl of satisfaction.

Wynter’s heart pounded as he gently took her arm into his hands.  She shivered as he pushed up her sleeve and brought her delicate wrist to his lips.  Wet with arousal, she couldn’t break their connection as she stared deep into his mesmerizing eyes.  Oh my God.  Wolf.  Human.  I’ll be whatever you want me to be…just please, just take me.  Wynter thought her knees would give out, except he had her pressed up against the window.  Lost in his spell, she responded by nudging her own hips against his hard arousal as he tasted her skin.

Logan groaned as the territorial need to take her consumed him.  He needed to get things under control.  Jax.  Fucking, goddamned Jax.  His name alone should have killed his raging hard on, but it wasn’t helping one damn bit.  No, he needed to separate himself from her before he tore her clothes off.  He closed his eyes and blew out a breath, but didn’t release her.

“Wolf,” he breathed into her hair.

 *The books in this box set contain several erotic love scenes and are intended for adult readers only.

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About Kym Grosso


Kym Grosso is the award-winning author of the bestselling erotic paranormal romance series, The Immortals of New Orleans. The series currently includes Kade’s Dark Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 1), Luca’s Magic Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 2), Tristan’s Lyceum Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 3) , Logan’s Acadian Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 4), Léopold’s Wicked Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 5) and Dimitri (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 6).

In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She writes autism articles on PsychologyToday.com and AutismInRealLife.com. She also is a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum. Kym lives with her husband, two children, dog and cat. Her hobbies include autism advocacy, reading, tennis, zumba, traveling and spending time with her husband and children. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit.

Also, she loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. On any given night, when not writing her own books, Kym can be found reading her Kindle, which is filled with hundreds of romances.

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