Taige Crenshaw Birthday Bash with Cynthia Eden!

 

 

DREAM BIG

By: Cynthia Eden

Happy birthday, Taige!

Birthdays are the best. You get a whole day of feeling special. A day of cake. Of presents. And, most, importantly—you get to make a wish!

I love closing my eyes and making that wish. The moment before I blow out the candles always seems almost surreal to me. The silence stretches. I hope. I dream…

I sure hope Taige hopes and dreams before she makes her wish!

And dreams—well, my blog post today is actually about dreams.

Do you have dreams? Big, wonderful dreams? Dreams that you share with your friends…or maybe they are the dreams that you keep secret, deep in your heart? I think we all need dreams. They give us hope and purpose. They drive us to succeed even when others tell us that we need to give up.

Big or small, dreams all have meaning. 

Once upon a time, my dream was to be a writer. I held tight to that dream. I didn’t give up, not even when those rejection letters came. I didn’t give up, not even when others told me what a long-shot my dream truly was.

It was my dream—and I held on to it with both hands.

But that is my dream…do you want to share your dreams? Come on, it’s safe here—you can share with us! Share and make a wish.

I’ve got two prizes up for grabs as part of this birthday fun.  AVENGING ANGEL and DIE FOR ME (digital or print copies—totally up to the winners!).  Just enter the prize giveaways that is posted throughout the day.

Thanks for checking out my post. And remember—never stop dreaming! 



 

EARTHLY DELIGHTS

With a messed up family background and a tendency to grow claws and fangs, Tanner Chance isn’t exactly the boy next door. But he’s a decent cop, and he keeps himself on the side of the good guys. Convenient, because when he rescues a survivor of a horrific shifter attack he finds himself instantly smitten—with an honest-to-goodness angel, as innocent as she is irresistible.

Marna may be angelic, but she’s not stupid or weak. She can take care of herself. Tanner is more temptation than protection anyway. Or so she thinks, until someone wearing her face starts taking out some of New Orleans’ more unsavory paranormals. With police and predators both gunning for her blood, Marna has no choice but to trust Tanner…even though what’s sparking between them is hotter than anything holy.

 

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Excerpt from AVENGING ANGEL:

The delicate angel had broken.

Did she even realize that tears slid down her cheeks? Tanner Chance kept guard by her side. His hand was on her arm, stroking her.

He couldn’t seem to stop touching her.

They’d found her body in the swamp. At first, he’d thought that she was already dead.

So much blood.

Then she’d moved, and he’d realized just what his sick freak of a brother had done.

Sliced the wings right off an angel.

Her lashes lifted and her eyes, the palest blue he’d ever seen, locked right on him. No, those eyes seemed to see right through him. Tanner cleared his throat. He was a cop. He’d spent too many years seeing blank expressions like that on the faces of victims. “You…you’re safe now.” He’d keep her safe. “You just need to rest.”

She didn’t speak, and he didn’t know what else he was supposed to say to her. He never knew what to say to the victims. He just knew how to make the bastards who hurt them pay.

He was very good at delivering justice. But this time…

An angel.

She had to hate him. She knew who he was. Knew that his brother was the fucked-up asshole who’d tortured her. Tanner cleared his throat and finally managed to tell her, “I’m not like him.”

Her eyes never left his.

And he was still touching her. Her skin was the softest he’d ever felt. The smoothest. Her flesh was golden and perfect.

Or, it had been, until claws had ripped into her back and torn that flesh wide open.

Her breath exhaled softly. “When I’m stronger…”

Tanner leaned closer because he could barely hear her words. “What is it? What do you need?” Anything. He’d do—

“When I’m stronger, you should…stay away from me.”

He glanced at her small hands. They’d had to bind her wrists when they strapped her down. Not to hurt her, but to keep the little blond angel from hurting them.

The angel before him—Marna—she wasn’t some sweet and gentle guardian angel.

She was an angel of death. One who could, and had, killed with just a touch.

He could touch her all that he wanted. That was the way the game worked with angels. But the instant her hand touched him…

Dead.

If she wanted him dead, all she had to do was touch him, and she could send him straight to hell.

She smiled at him. The smile made her seem even lovelier and then the angel said, “When I’m stronger, when I’m free…get as far away from me as you can.” The faintest of pauses then, “Because I’ll have my vengeance.”

She didn’t look so broken anymore.

“Remember…to run, shifter.”

He didn’t move, and he damn well kept touching her. “I’m not the running kind.” Not anymore. The scared kid he’d been had died long ago. Now he fought any bastard who came his way—and he made sure to win his battles.

His angel kept her cold smile and told him, “Wait and see…you will be…”

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Biography

 

New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Cynthia Eden has published over thirty books. She was named as a 2013 RITA® finalist for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.

 

Cynthia is a southern girl who loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings. She has always wanted to write (don't most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters-vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters who populate her romantic suspense stories.

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