Firaseking the Holidays and Giveaway of The Last Awakening by Rachel Firasek!

As many of you know I belong to a great review group known as the Sea Sirens who is headed up by a super sweet and talented author by the name of Rachel Firasek!  She has kindly offered up her top five, if you happen to find this guy (please please me!!) under the mistletoe!  LOL!  She has also graciously offered up her newest book to one lucky commenter!  So take it away Rach!!

Okay, let's have some fun!
In the spirit of Christmas and my fave tradition--kissing under the mistletoe--I thought we'd talk about getting ready for that moment, and my precautions...er preparations for a perfect smooch.

1. Always...Always, brush teeth after stuffing your face with the rows of heaping carbs that you'll have to walk off later.

2. Be sure that underarms are b.o. free and if you're traveling, it wouldn't hurt to spritz the air freshener and walk through the mist--just to give you that fresh scent he'll love.

3. Do a tongue check against now clean teeth to make sure no little pieces of turkey are stuck in between the molars you'd like him to lick later.

4. Remove any excess lipstick that might be a deter for him. Guys are tricky and will use any excuse in the book to avoid kissing a woman they've spent the last decade or two with--if you're still in the passionate days, you can skip this part. He'll mostly dry hump you in the living room in front of your folks if the relationship is early enough.

5. Don't forget the girls. Pull them puppies up and plump them until they look like two pillows he'd like to lay his head on. When he goes in for the inspection, lock on baby! *Muuuuwaaaa*

So, this is my fail proof plan to get my guy to lock down on my love lickers. Do you have one to add? I'd love to know. *smooches*
Just be a GFC follower and answer Rachel's question in a comment to be entered in to win an e-copy of her latest book!!  Let's take a peek at it!!

CURSE OF THE PHOENIX - Book Two

Title: The Last Awakening

(Curse of the Phoenix, #2)
Author: Rachel Firasek
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: Novella
Release Date: December 2011
ISBN: 978-1-937044-44-1
 Book 3 coming January 2012!
 http://www.entangledpublishing.com/the-last-awakening/

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Book Description:

For three hundred years, Arabella’s life has been one meaningless death after another. In a cruel twist of fate, Osiris–god of the Underworld–gifts the phoenix her mortality and returns her voodoo magic. If she fails to harness her wayward magic and save a man worthy of a second chance, she’ll forfeit her power and her soul–forever.

Ex-soldier Greyson Meadows desperately wants to be freed from the nightmares and guilt that haunt him after the tragedy that brought him and Ari together. Confronted by the waif of a woman who forces him to face his worst fears, he resists, fighting the need to keep his personal demons hidden instead of setting them free.

When Ari becomes the target of her own magical blunder, it’s not just her life in danger, but now the one of the man she loves.

The Last Awakening Excerpt

Grey propped himself against the inside of the door. He’d given her a few minutes alone after work while he grabbed his bag from his car. In fact, he’d spent at least a good ten convincing himself he could do this. Now, he wasn’t so sure, but he would still fix her door before he left. Damn woman hadn’t even locked it. He’d knocked twice and stepped inside when she didn’t respond.

“Arabella?”

No answer.

He’d wait. Through the paper-thin wall he listened to the shower and then the light patter of dainty feet running across her room. This really was the worst apartment he’d ever seen. Worse than some of the military tents he’d lived in.

He sat his bag beside him and tapped his fingers along the door. Any day now. Her bedroom door flew open, and she rushed out. He’d imagined her in silk pajamas with beaded nipples teasing him and begging for his taste—not the sweatshirt or the flannel bottoms. They weren’t bad either and actually may have added to her

appeal—there was something highly erotic about wondering what was beneath.

She sagged a little and dropped a hand across her chest. The smile she’d met him with slipped. “What?”

“You’re beautiful.” Damn, if he didn’t stop putting his foot in his mouth.

She blushed, painting her cheeks with the prettiest shade of pink before she ducked away from him. “What’s in the bag?”

“You need more protection.” He pulled out his wallet and fumbled through the slots for a business card. She leaned in closer and stood on tiptoe, watching his every move. “Nosy?”

When he handed her the card, she frowned.

“What did you think this was?” he asked.

She didn’t answer, but her pink cheeks shouted it loud and clear.

“Did you think I was going for a condom?”

She turned away, sank down onto her sofa, and pouted.

Surely she didn’t think…nah, no way could she want…He burst into a fit of laughter. Christ, how long had it been since he’d laughed? Really laughed? She was feisty as hell. He wanted more than anything to snatch her up and carry her to her creaky bed and let Mike—and whoever else wanted to—listen through her walls as he connected with her in the basest of ways. But first, they had things to get out in the open.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

He chuckled harder and moved closer to her. “I’m sorry to disappoint you. I brought some locks over. Before I leave, I’ll install them.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

She sputtered. Her eyes sparked for a moment, and when she blinked a soft cloud covered the amber. Shit. Smoke floated across her eyes like something straight out of a B movie. He shook his head and pinched the tender skin above his brow. Damn hallucinations. He thought he was past them. “Are you okay?”

“You laugh at me and then want to know if I’m okay? Really?”

“Your eyes. I thought I…never mind.” Shut up, man, before you show her what a fucking freak you are.

Ari spun away from him. She gathered deep breaths, stretching the muscles in her back tight. “I’ll be in my room while you do whatever it is you’re going to do. Come get me when you’re done and can remember your manners, s’il vous plait.”

“Ari?”

She didn’t stop for him. Damn, he’d been an ass. Exactly what he said he wasn’t going to do. His plan had been to fix her door. Maybe have a beer with her. Find out how she was dealing with what happened, and possibly share some of his sorrow. But he’d think twice about the drink if he was going to start seeing shit. He’d had all the flashbacks he wanted in a lifetime, but to actually start hallucinating was too much. The alcohol was screwing with his head. Might be time to cut back.

He installed the new deadbolts and loaded his tools. The bedroom door remained shut, but the light peeked from beneath it. He crossed to knock softly on the thin wood. “Ari?”

No answer.

“I’m done. I’ll let myself out…come lock up after me.”

Yeah, he’d screwed up and he’d be lucky if the one person he could connect with, who’d understand, ever talked to him again.

About the Author:

Rachel Firasek grew up in the south and despite the gentle pace, she harassed life at full steam. Her curiosity about mythology, human nature, and the chemical imbalance we call love led her to writing. Her stories began with macabre war poems and shifted to enchanted fairytales, before she settled on a blending of the two.

Today you’ll find her tucked on a small parcel of land, surrounded by bleating sheep and barking dogs, with her husband and children. She entertains them all with her wacky sense of humor or animated reenactments of bad 80’s dance moves.

Hey...I loved the 80's!!  I think this series sounds amazing and can't wait to start it!!  So to enter, all you have to do is answer Rachel's question---Do you have any to add to the preparation for kissing under the mistletoe?--, be a GFC follower, and leave your email address!!