Thursday, December 27, 2012

Celebrating Two New Holiday Releases From Sam Cheever

Today on our Cyber LaunchParty Blog we're celebrating two new holiday releases for Sam Cheever.


Perdition guide Damian is supposed to escort sexy Amanda to Hell. But he’d much rather keep her.

Damian Noire is a Perdition Guide. He escorts people who die to their rightful spot in Hell. Business always seems to pick up around the Holidays and this Christmas is no exception. Damian’s assignment is to bring a beautiful young woman to Hell to stand before the judgment assembly, and then take her to her assigned circle of Hell. It sounds simple. But it’s about to become the hardest assignment he’s ever performed.

Amanda Wright might have been unjustly judged. She might not belong in Hell at all. Problem is, Damian really kind of likes her. He especially likes enjoying her lush, willing body under the mistletoe. If he gets her the judgment she truly deserves, he’s probably going to lose her forever. But if he doesn’t help her, an innocent may spend eternity in Hell. It appears to be a lose/lose situation on all fronts. Proving once again that holidays truly are hell!


ELF-SATISFIED by Sam Cheever

This Christmas, Deirdre’s own, personal elf has a delicious present waiting for her!

Deirdre Phillips knows she's skirting trouble when she waits until late on Christmas Eve to finish up her gift shopping. But she has no idea how much trouble, until she walks out of the mall and finds herself embroiled in a timeless war between elves and dark fairies.

It seems that Christmas magic is more real than Deirdre ever suspected. And when she learns the battle somehow involves her, she quickly discovers the holiday season can be dangerous too.

Fortunately for Deirdre, she has her very own Christmas elf to help her survive the night. And he’s got very definite ideas for how he wants to spend Christmas!


Sam Cheever's published work includes 40+ books of romantic suspense and fantasy/paranormal. Her books have won the Dream Realm Award for fantasy, have been nominated and/or won several CAPAs, were nominated for “Best of” with LRC and The Romance Reviews, and have won eCataromance’s Reviewer’s Choice award. She’s published with Ellora’s Cave, both Romantica and Blush; Changeling Press; Musa Publishing; and Red Rose Publishing. She also publishes as Declan Sands, writing m/m fiction, and under her own imprint, Electric Prose Publications.

In her real life, Sam lives on a hobby farm in Indiana with 11 dogs, 2 horses, and one husband.

To find out more about Sam and her work, please pay her a visit at any one of the following online hot spots. FACEBOOK| TWITTER| GOODREADS | BLOG  - She loves to chat with readers!


WIN - Leave Sam a question today at her Cyber Launch Party and your name goes in the hat for a copy of your choice from her two new releases! Please leave your email address so we can contact you if you are today's winner - Good Luck!


  1. Hello Sam, hope you survived Christmas and super congrats on the two new releases!

    Tell us all about your two new books and how you created these two very different worlds.

    Think you'll ever visit these worlds again?

    Enjoy your launch party today and I see ELF-SATISFIED is already a bestseller over at ARe - Woo Hoo! Wishing you many more sales and the best in 2013! Have fun :)

    1. Thanks DeNita! I'm really happy to be here. I will definitely be revisiting these worlds, they're going to be series.

  2. Congrats on the books! They sound good. How was your Christmas?


    1. Hey there! My Christmas was perfect. Well...almost perfect...we didn't get any snow. But we have some on the ground now and it's really pretty. How about you? Did you have a nice Christmas?

  3. Congrats on the new releases! What's your favorite genre to watch on tv or movies?

    1. Hey Vanessa!

      I watch a lot of fantasy series. Currently my faves are Beauty and the Beast, Supernatural, and Alphas. I also love some cop shows. Elemental is my current favorite, along with the Unusuals.

      Thanks so much for stopping by!

  4. Congrat on your new releases! Woohoo, these books sound so fun! What are you working on now? What genre would you like to write in that you haven't?

    susanmplatt AT hotmail DOT com

    1. Hey Susan!

      I'm currently working on Book 6 of my Dancin' With the Devil series and Book 3 of one of my romantic suspense series.

      Someday I'd like to try my hand at historicals and maybe steampunk. I love to read both.

      Thanks so much for dropping in to visit!

  5. Congrats on our new releases! Do you have a favourite genre to read?
    chey127 at hotmail dot com

    1. Hey Chey!

      My absolute favorite would be paranormal/fantasy. A very close second is romantic suspense. Mysteries are definitely in there too. I like books that keep my attention, where either something is always going on or I have to think about what I'm reading. Otherwise I get bored. LOL

      Thanks for the great question! How about you? What is your favorite genre?

  6. Here's another little taste of Devil Under the Mistletoe:

    Worm emerged from the assembly vault a few moments later. Fear shot through Damian at the speed with which the judges had decided. The ugly little man gave Damian a sneer. “The girl’s presence is needed in the chamber.”

    Damian stood.

    “Not you. You’ve been dismissed.”

    Rage flared and Damian took a step toward the smaller man, his fists clenched. “What the hell kind of trick is this?”

    Worm shrugged, his ugly, round face smug. “No trick. In fact, I think I’m being very clear. You’ve been judged to be too close to the… erm… situation to be objective, and you’re no longer on the case.”

    Amanda clutched his arm, her face paling. “What’s going on, Damian? What are they going to do with me?”

    Damian drew her behind him. “You’re not taking her in there without me.”

    Worm’s smile widened, and something mean sparked in his eyes. He inclined his head slightly, just enough to give Damian a warning, but not enough of one. Hard hands clasped his arms, dragging him backward, away from Amanda.

    She screamed his name and tried to follow but Worm grabbed her, holding her in place as tears streamed down her cheeks and she sobbed his name. Damian fought with everything he had, but the judgment demons who had hold of his arms were massive, eight feet tall, with tree-trunk-sized arms and hands that could hold his entire head like a football. The enormous black and white demons dragged him away from her, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the stone floor as he pummeled them.

    “Get your fucking paws off her, Worm. I’ll kill you with my bare hands.” Heat flared over Damian, fire. He embraced the pain, nurtured the flame, until the demons holding him tensed.
    “Amanda!” Even to himself he sounded pathetic. He was desperate, terrified for her, but he couldn’t get to her. “Amanda, run!”

    But she didn’t run. Couldn’t run. Worm dragged her backward, toward the chamber door. Damian was relieved to see that she’d stopped crying, but he was concerned that she looked pissed. If she mouthed off to the judges…

    He fought harder to get away.

    They reached the end of the hall, and Damian heard the door to the outside opening. In another second he’d be locked outside, and Amanda would be lost to him forever. He concentrated hard, bringing his inner fire forward. He burst into flame and the creatures holding him screamed, loosening their grip. It was enough, barely enough, but Damian was desperate. He wrenched himself free and turned, kicking out with enough power to take the legs out from under one of the demons. He didn’t spare the toppling giant a glance as he leapt off the ground and swung his leg toward the second demon, catching it in the midsection. The monster doubled over but didn’t go down. Damian took off running. Behind him, thunderous footfalls told him at least one of the demons was after him.

    He didn’t care. He had only one thought. Get to Amanda.

    He came through the chamber door just as Worm pushed Amanda to her knees before the judges. They were about to proclaim her sentence. “No!”

    Amanda’s head whipped around. “Damian!”

    “No, she’s an innocent! I’ll go to the angels myself and tell them.”

    Rock-like hands wrapped around his arms and yanked him backward. He roared his rage, flailing out, but a fist the size of a boulder hit him on the side of the head and the world spun, darkened.

    The last thing he heard as the world folded away was Amanda’s screams. He hit the rock floor, dazed and bleeding. His fingers clutched convulsively on the gritty floor. Amanda. He had to get to her. She was yelling something… pleading with them. She was in danger. If he didn’t save her he’d never see her again. Damian lifted his head. “Amanda…” His voice was muffled, feeble -- he doubted she even heard him. The boulder smashed into his head again, and everything went black.

  7. And a bit from Elf-Satisfied:

    “Heat is a priceless thing, do you not think?”

    Deirdre turned her face until their lips were mere inches apart. She watched as his full, soft lips parted slightly and his tongue swept over them. The cup in her hand started to tilt and he reached for it, righting it and letting his hand linger. They stood close for a long moment, staring into each other’s eyes.

    “Who are you? And why are you here? With me?”

    Emil stared at her for a few beats and then unleashed a slow, knee melting smile. Instead of answering, he leaned forward and placed those incredible lips on hers. Immediately Deirdre felt the world falling away under a cloud of lust. Heat, like flash flame up an elevator shaft, swept through her body until she was pretty sure her shoes must be smoking. Her fingers twitched helplessly and her body drew inexorably toward his.

    His hand touched her throat and slid upward, like warm, heavy silk, cupping her chin as he drew his lips away. Deirdre just stood there, her lips slightly parted, her eyes glazed with lust, and her body twitching as if she’d undergone a few thousand volts of electricity.

    Emil started, glanced toward the mall, and handed her the coffee. “We must go.”