Release Blast: FINISH HIM by Deanna Dee

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Title: Finish Him (The Games of Love, #3)
Author: Deanna Dee
Genre: new adult romance
Release Date: November 17, 2015

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Blurb
Round One, FLIRT

Sonya Black never expected a petty sibling quarrel could lead to her sister being drugged. Overcome with guilt, Sonya vows to bring the jerk to justice. When she dives into her own investigation, she lands belly up in the company of Jaxon Nyles, the security guard who may have all the answers.

But being a detective isn’t as easy as Sonya thinks. On top of that, Jaxon always seems to be in the right place at the right time. Is he a suspect, or is he falling for her? More important, is she falling for him?

The round has begun. Who will flirt? Who will win? Will hearts break in the process?

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Excerpt 1
With a complex pressing of buttons, the screen goes dim, and my opponent explodes into a fountain of blood and innards. Take that, pixels. The familiar zing of a victory glides through my blood, and it’s all I can do to keep the smirk off my lips. I haven’t been on Thanksgiving break for three hours, and already I’m kicking ass at video games and racking up the bragging points.

Dawn mutters a string of unintelligible syllables. It’s too bad not everyone’s having as good a time as me. “I will defeat you, Dwarf.”

I hit X on my controller to bring us back to the character selection screen. Dawn is the GM, Game Master, of the Marshalls and Magics campaign our group has going, and I play a dwarf. Possibly, she thinks calling me by my race will unhinge me enough for her to win a round. Not likely. “Yeah, yeah. Pick a character.”

Dawn sighs and selects Kerdwin, a random character who appeared in one of the side stories ten years ago. His combos are weak, and his powers are weaker. I keep all this to myself. Dawn pulls no punches during M and M. It’s not my fault if she’s bad at selecting characters in Bloodrage Anarchy: Silver Edition…or any other edition, really.

“Good choice,” I say instead and, with automatic movements, navigate three down and two over to Dalara, warrior princess of the outer realm of Simenia. The screen goes dark for the loading process, and our characters appear on the top of a narrow mountain. Lightning arcs overhead, and drums pound a war beat.

Round One, the game’s automated voice, which sounds like a constipated ogre, says. Kerdwin stands in a pathetic pose Dawn probably knows a name for. Dalara also stands in a pose she would know, but hers looks kick-ass and involves balancing on the balls of her feet and swaying. FIGHT! The constipated ogre bellows his call to arms.

Constipation or not, the call is all I need. I send Dalara into a flying kick and knock Kerdwin backwards. Next, I close the distance to execute Dalara’s strongest combo, a series of kicks and punches that will result in Kerdwin flying across the screen.

“Damn you.” Dawn blocks, breaking my combo. She jumps back until there’s an entire screen of distance between us.

Unfortunately for her, the reprieve will be slight. I regain my feet and go into attack mode, pressing forward twice and then the A button to activate a special attack. Dalara says something understandable only by the people of some tiny country in Asia, and dark flames erupt from her hands. I do this twice more, and Dawn’s life bar drops to a quarter remaining. She ducks my fourth attempt, leaps my fifth, and comes at me, getting through my defenses and landing a punch. The tip of my health bar turns red.

Oh hell no. That shitake will not fly. “Nice.” I send a high kick into Kerdwin’s face and follow with a punching combo. Kerdwin sways on his feet, and I shoot more black flame. “But not nice enough.” Dalara shifts to her ready stance. Kerdwin falls, and the game constipatedly announces my victory. Vacation has never been sweeter.

“Rah!” Parker screams. He’s sitting across the room on my bed, and somehow, he still almost makes me go deaf. “Excellent! Continue! Piff the Eviscerator desires more bloodshed!”

Dawn’s character staggers to his feet, and Dawn and I exchange the kind of sideways glance gamers use when they don’t want to take their attention from the screen. Parker plays an illusionist mage in M and M and, because he’s Parker, has named his illusionist mage Piff the Eviscerator.

“Silence, Gnome,” Dawn says in her intimidate-everyone-but-Parker voice. She’s probably hoping the boy will one day have enough sense to fear her and be quiet.

“Eviscerate!” Parker punches the air. “Blood!” However, that day is not today.

Excerpt 2
I check the clock on my phone for the tenth time in the last five minutes. Jaxon must really want to apologize for what happened at Fantasmic’s. There’s no other reason for him to choose Kransten’s, an actual sit-down restaurant, for this lunch. I’m not complaining. This is an ideal atmosphere for the informal interrogation I spent the better part of yesterday preparing. I suffered for my obsession by having homework to do until almost midnight, but it was worth it. As a bonus, I got to hide in my room and avoid my family.

A black car pulls into the lot. It parks facing me one spot over, and Jaxon gets out. He’s wearing a black jacket, black jeans, and black boots.

My brain raises the red warning flag, and my insides dance a little. The all-black get-up is understandable in his line of work, but he’s wearing it outside the club. He’s a bad boy. I shouldn’t be here alone with him. I plug my key back into the ignition but can’t bring myself to turn it. Dawn dresses in all black, and she’s one of my best friends. Clothing choice is no reason to blow Jaxon off. Besides, his outfit doesn’t change how much I need information. I put my keys away and get out of my car. The late fall air hits my skin and works its calming magic. I’m in a public place. If Jaxon tries anything, there are security cameras and restaurant employees. Everything will be fine.

“Hey.” Jaxon stops beside me and meets my gaze with sparkling eyes.

My internal stone shield cracks the tiniest bit. Bad people’s eyes don’t glitter with the joy of life. “Hey.” I scuff my sneaker against the blacktop. Maybe he’s not a dangerous psychopath. Never mind he’s given no signs of such. “Nice eating choice.”

“Thanks.” He gestures to the restaurant. “Shall we? I’m starved.”

I nod, and we meander toward the building with an arm’s length between us. Jaxon doesn’t try to get close to me or act in any way threatening. He maintains his distance, and the sparkle stays in his eyes. In other words, he’s a gentleman.

At the restaurant, he holds the door. So more than the clothes follow him from the workplace. I thank him and get the next door. Jaxon doesn’t object with some lame chauvinistic argument. He goes in and stops beside the host desk.

I follow. The place hasn’t changed since my last visit a few months ago. Kransten’s is American. There is no other word for it. The décor is of either sports teams or rock bands. The tables are simple wood. There’s a bar with a TV, and the floor is tile. The lighting is recessed, giving the place a dark feel despite all the windows. As I noted earlier, it’s an ideal place for an informal interrogation.
A hostess comes over and asks if we want a booth or table. Jaxon defers to me, and my snap bad-boy judgement sinks farther into the corner of my mind. He’s not controlling or dominating. I opt for a booth, and the hostess leads us to one, sets down menus, and tells us our server will be right over.

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DeannaDee author picDeanna Dee is strictly human and does not, to her knowledge, own a hyena. She lives by the sea, which she takes full advantage of in the summer time. People, reading, and pop culture make up the shameless downtime of her life. The rest of it is writing, and she’s okay with that.

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Guest Post: Games and Places I Remember by Deanna Dee

Finish Him ebook One of my favorite parts of my Games of Love series is the games. Whether it’s video games, role playing games, or board games, there’s nothing better than hanging with friends and having fun. So it should come as no surprise that I love writing about and creating games for my characters to enjoy. Like many other things in a novel, my games and gaming locations are based on real-life places. In Finish Him, there are three games/places of gaming that were inspired by real life.

Marshall’s and Magics
This is the table-top role playing game my characters play throughout the series. It’s based on Dungeons and Dragons, fourth edition to be precise. I played 4 in college, and really enjoyed it more than some other versions.

The group and sessions are also partly based on my college campaign. When I initially workshopped Critical Hit-On, some people said it was unrealistic to have more women than men in a gamer group. They’d never had that in all their gaming years. My college group was three girls and a guy plus a male dungeon master, and I saw nothing wrong with this. Four people (one for each character type) is a good number for a campaign. So I switched things up a bit and had two guys and two girls plus a female game master. By the end of the series, it will all be evened out.

Bloodrage Anarchy
This is Sonya’s favorite video game ever, which is based on my favorite video game ever, Mortal Kombat. For those who don’t know, Mortal Kombat is an arena fighting game where guy A and guy B beat the snot out of each other until one falls down and the other is announced victorious. It’s pretty simple, which is partially why I chose it for Finish Him. There’s a lot going on in this book, and I felt that adding the plot line of yet another game would be too much.

Beyond simplicity’s sake, I chose an arena fighting game because it seemed to fit Sonya and Jaxon’s relationship well. They don’t meet under the best of circumstances, and things get more and more complicated up until the final chapters. In many ways, the progression of their relationship is like an arena battle. Step, attack, block, shield, retreat, charge—it’s all in there. And like in a fight, someone wins.

-24-hour arcade
This was the one thing I knew for certain would be in the book when I started writing Finish Him. There would be a date in an arcade. The 24-hour part came later when I realized the date wasn’t quite a date and that it happened at midnight. Technicalities aside, an arcade made perfect sense. Where do video game lovers go to have fun? Answer: somewhere with video games. The arcade represents a safe place for both Sonya and Jaxon. It’s neutral ground, and for Sonya especially, it’s a second home.

The arcade itself is a mix of a place I used to go on vacation when I was a kid and a local arcade where I live now. The first is a place called Fun Spot that’s located in New Hampshire. The place dwarfed the Bonkers arcade in my hometown, and I remember it had every type of game imaginable from Blackjack to racing games to even Mortal Kombat. Its multi-level design found its way into Finish Him. The now-local arcade provided the inspiration for the layout of the 24-hour arcade’s first floor. Jungle Rapids has a separate area for kid’s games, driving games, shooting games, and others. Plus, as is mentioned in Finish Him, there is a centrally located air hockey table where a puck can be heard smacking while in play.

Finish Him officially releases on November 17th!

DeannaDee author pic Deanna Dee is strictly human and does not, to her knowledge, own a hyena. She lives by the sea, which she takes full advantage of in the summer time. People, reading, and pop culture make up the shameless downtime of her life. The rest of it is writing, and she’s okay with that.

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Critical Hit-On by Deanna Dee–Out Now!

Critical Hit-On ebook Critical Hit-On (The Games of Love, #1)
By Deanna Dee
Genre: new adult geek romance
Length: 216 pages

Roll for attraction.

Molly Moreau used to be a geek with the best of them—role playing games, multi-user dungeons, trading cards—the works. Then she found her long-time boyfriend in a dark corner with a girl dressed as Lara “boobs and guns” Croft. That was it for the relationship and for her geekiness. After moving back home, she got a job at a normal bar and
grill with normal people to live a normal life. That is until Craig shows up with his RPG character sheet.

Craig Lawrence has been rolling 1s on the relationship front ever since his last girlfriend broke up with him because he apparently spent too much time playing guardian to his rebellious little sister. When he meets Molly, he wants more than anything to win her heart, and this time he’ll do anything to keep his family problems from interfering.

When fate (Molly’s best friend) brings Craig and Molly together (sets them up on a date), will this relationship roll yet another 1? Or will it score a critical hit?

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Deanna Dee is strictly human and does not, to her knowledge, own a hyena. She lives by the sea, which she takes full advantage of in the summer time. Nerd culture and pop culture make up the shameless downtime of her life. The rest of it is writing, and she’s okay with that.

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Excerpt
Chapter 1: Craig
For a Thursday night, A’s Tavern is dead. All the better. We don’t need an audience for the not-so-drunken debauchery to follow. I stroll inside and head for the hostess desk, not bothering to hold the door for Parker. He’s a big boy. He can handle himself.
There’s a crash behind me, followed by a string of curses.
Or maybe he can’t. Should’ve known better. Parker’s a klutz. I’m a good friend, though. I keep walking and snicker.
Parker catches up to me and punches my shoulder. “You, my friend, are chimera excrement.”
I shrug. “I’ve been called worse. Keep up next time.”
“Two?” The host, clad in black pants and a red shirt—poor bastard—greets us and grabs a couple of menus.
“For now,” I say. “We’re expecting three more.”
Host pauses, and his eyes go glassy as if two plus three is calculus. Then he grabs three more menus. “Follow me.” He leads us to a rectangular table for six, where he practically drops the menus and silverware. Dude’s dex score is down with his int. “Your server will be right with you,” he says and then scurries back toward the front of the restaurant.
I mumble a thanks and sit. The tables around us are empty, so I pull my chair way out and make myself comfortable. In my twenty-one years, A’s hasn’t changed. The place looks like one of those old train stations. The top halves of the walls are white tile, and the bottoms are dark wood, a match for the tables and chairs. Monochrome tiles make up the floor, and a black-lacquered bar stretches the length of the restaurant. In honor of the recent Star Trek movie, there’s a neon sign over said bar advertising Free Tranya. I don’t know why they have free tranya, considering that line was from the original series and not the most recent movie, but there’s the sign. Only the second r is out. So
it reads Free Tanya.
“Free Tanya.” Parker sits across from me and runs a hand over his black hair, which just makes it stick up more. Between that and the glasses, all he needs is green eyes instead of blue and a lightning scar on his forehead. “Now that, I can get behind.” And a less Weasley personality.
I scoot up to the table and am about to smack him over the head when a hand grabs my water glass and scares the hell out of me. I hit the back of my chair and look up at our waitress…our really hot waitress. Damn, how have I not noticed this girl before? Her brown hair reaches her shoulders, and her curves make the tasteless white-shirt-and-black-skirt ensemble of A’s uniform look good. My kind of girl.
“How you boys doing tonight?” she says in a strong, confident voice.
Definitely my kind of girl.
“Magnificently,” Parker says.
“Yeah?” She replaces my water glass and goes for Parker’s. “What can I get you to drink?”
Parker points to the bar. “I shall have the free Tanya.”
I kick him under the table.
He squeaks like a little girl. “Tranya.”
Waitress nods as if dorky twenty-something guys order free females all the time. “And you?” She turns to me, and her brown eyes meet mine. They’re the kind of eyes dead white guys wrote poetry about.
I’ll be a dead white guy someday. Perhaps I should join their ranks. Or perhaps I should order a drink before she notices I’m staring. “Have you had the tranya?”
“I have. I relished it.”
Whoa, girl knows her Star Trek. She and I might be the only twenty-somethings in 2009 America to know that episode. That decides my drink order. “As much as I will.”
Her eyes go wide, reflecting my amazement. Then, without warning, they’re serious again. “Two tranyas. Can I see some ID?” She barely glances at the cards before handing them back. “I’ll have those right out, and my name’s Molly.” She dashes toward the bar.
Well, so much for that.
“Critical miss,” Parker says, patting my arm. “Better luck next time.”