Book Blitz & Giveaway - Immortals Of New Orleans Boxed Set by Kym Grosso

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Immortals of New Orleans Box Set (1-4) by Kym Grosso Immortals of New Orleans #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? 

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.

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? 


Yes,” was the only word he heard in response to his proposal; Luca lost control. Passionately and provocatively, he took her with a hungry urgency. It wasn’t sweet. His mouth claimed hers, savagely taking what was his. The intoxicating nectar of Samantha only made him kiss her more deeply. He wanted her in a way that he’d never wanted any woman. Determined to possess every part of her body and mind in the moment, he would claim her tonight. She’d be his forever.
Luca tore his lips from hers. “Bedroom. Now,” he commanded. Leading her by her small soft hand, he stopped her before they got to his bed.
“I will have you tonight, Samantha. After tonight, you’ll never forget that you are mine. And I will be yours.”
Samantha silently nodded in response. She was ready to commit to this man, this vampire. Luca was everything she’d ever wanted in a male: strong, loving, trustworthy, and passionate. She knew in her heart that giving herself over to him was all she desired now and for her future.
Luca unraveled the belt on her robe, slid his fingers underneath the soft fabric and slowly pushed it off Samantha, letting his hands glide from the smooth skin of her shoulders to her hands. As the robe pooled at her feet, he gently took her hands in his. She stood bare before his eyes. “You’re enticing, Samantha. I cannot seem to get enough of you. So the question is, do you want to play with me tonight? Be honest with me, darlin’, because I plan to take you to places we’ve never been before.”
Samantha felt womanly, exposed to Luca. She trusted him completely as he released her hands and placed his on her waist. “Luca, please, hurry. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that,” he smiled knowingly. “Turn around, face the wall. Don’t move unless I tell you. It’s time for some fun.”
Without question, she complied and waved her bottom at him, shooting him a sultry look that said, ‘come and get me’.
Luca loved how responsive she was under his direction. He didn’t ever bring women into his home, and certainly engaging in a little light bdsm was something he rarely did anymore. Yet he’d wanted to do this to her since the minute she’d danced with him in the club. Luca slid his hands slowly up the sides of her waist, under her arms, pushing them upward and placing the palms of her hands against the wall. With the same precision, he glided his hands back down her arms, waist, until finally, he reached her bottom.
“Samantha, you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman; beautiful, smart.” She let out a small moan; he rubbed his hard aching bulge against her. He wanted to fuck her right now, but he wouldn’t dare. No, he planned to make her beg for mercy as he slowly brought her to orgasm over and over.
Though he was still fully clothed, she could feel his magnificent erection against her bum. She wanted him in her now; she grew wet from the intense ache between her legs. “Please, Luca.”
His hands slid from her ass around to lie just beneath her sensitive bosom. She moved slightly to urge him to cup her breasts. He smiled, smelling the overwhelming scent of her desire, but he wanted to draw out the anticipation, tease her with delight. “No, no, no, darlin’. Not tonight. You don’t get to decide when or how the pleasure happens. You wanted to play, so play we shall,” he whispered into her ear. Goosebumps ran over her skin in response to his hot breath. “Tonight is about wanting what you can’t have until I give it to you. It’s about me savoring every stroke of your flesh. The ultimate pleasure, tasting you while you come, screaming my name. Now, do you want me to touch your lovely breasts? Tell me, Samantha.”

I Put a Spell on You ~Nina Simone
Sing ~My Chemical Romance
Know Your Enemy ~Green Day
I Will Wait ~Mumford & Sons
Ho Hey ~The Lumineers
Head Over Feet (Album Version) ~Alanis Morissette
Ain’t No Other Man ~Christina Aguilera
Feeling Good  ~Nina Simone
Zydeco ~Queen Ida & Her Zydeco Band
Home  ~Phillip Phillips
Girl On Fire ~Alicia Keys
Feel This Moment ~Pitbull featuring Christina Aguilera

  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? 


Julie poked her head around the corner in time to see Tristan making his way down the long hallway.  She quickly got back to work, annoyed that he’d gone so far with his investigation.  Their voices had carried well into the kitchen during the heat of their argument.  She’d been tempted to intervene, but knew better than to interfere with Alpha business.
Padding into the room, Tristan eyed Julie standing next to the stove, pouring the broth into Tupperware containers.
“She sleeping?” Julie asked, already aware of the answer.  He’d been down in her room for well over an hour, sitting in total silence, watching Kalli sleep, and she found it curious that he was taking such an interest in the injured human woman.
“You didn’t bring the soup,” he commented.
“You were busy,” she curtly replied.
“What gives, Jules?  Just say it.”
“I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that you don’t take direction well, Alpha.  Although I guess you’re more used to giving directions than taking them,” she huffed.  “I could hear the ruckus all the way in here.  No disrespect intended, but I did say not to upset her, didn’t I?”
“Yeah well, it’s not easy being king,” he remarked with a smart-assed inflection, grabbing a bowl of soup.  He sat down at the counter and began eating while she finished working.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to be so hard on you.  I know you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.  It’s just that seeing her like that….all those scrapes and bruises and bite marks.  My God, she was a mess.  I suppose I’m going a little mother hen on you.  I’m not used to having to deal with such violence.  You are good to us, here.”
“No worries.  We worked it out.   She’s a tough one, you know.   Believe me; she’ll be right as rain, soon. My spidey sense tells me so,” he joked.
“All right then, I’m going to leave you some crackers and ginger ale to put next to her bed in case she wakes up in the middle of the night starving.  I was able to get a little bit of the electrolyte fluid into her before she woke up all the way.  I have to say that it’s unusual for a human not to be dehydrated.  I guess she must have been really, really healthy before this happened to her.  It’s almost as if…well, never mind.”
Tristan stopped eating and stared over at Julie, who looked deep in thought.  “What is it?”
“Oh, I’m just being crazy.  I was just going to say that it’s almost as if she had the constitution of a wolf.  Silly, huh?”
“Yeah, silly.” Tristan bit into a cracker, considering her assessment.  Silly?  Or right on target?  He felt it too.  Something about that woman wasn’t exactly human, but then again, she wasn’t at all supernatural.
Julie gathered up her purse and gave Tristan a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.  “Okay, hun, well, call me if you need anything.  I’ll stop by tomorrow to check on our girl.  Maybe bring up some clothes for her, too.  Get some rest, okay?  Love ya!” she chirped as she entered the elevator and the doors slid shut.
Tristan reveled in the quietness surrounding him.  He needed to think about his next steps, his strategy.  He planned to bring in a sketch artist, so they could put a face to the arsonists.  The meeting with Jax Chandler was in another two days, and he needed to get his shit together before it all went down.  Throwing his bowl in the sink, he went to take a hot shower.  He needed to think, without his libido interfering.  It was as if he’d just been given a few more pieces of a jigsaw puzzle for which he didn’t have the picture.  But he was cunning, and that’s what he did best, work with the impossible to make the possible happen.  He was Alpha.

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


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.

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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 and 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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