Thursday, 13 December 2018

Wolf's Challenge by Christina Lynn Lambert




Title: Wolf's Challenge
Series: Stranger Creatures Book 1
Author: Christina Lynn Lambert
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Suspense
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Publication Date: November 2, 2018


Will Sydney and Derrick find their happily ever after or will the unhinged woman stalking them destroy their chance?


When Sydney left Seattle two years ago, she was scared, traumatized, and done with men for good. Now she has a good job, a hobby that's fast becoming a second career, and best of all, she's adopted a little girl named Angel. Life is good and Sydney's not about to let charming lawyer Derrick mess that up, no matter how sexy he is, or how sweet he seems.

Things aren't always as they appear in the town of Great Oaks, Virginia. Derrick isn’t the ladies’ man Sydney thinks he is, but he does have a few secrets, such as his ability to transform into a powerful wolf at will.

Can Derrick convince Sydney to give him a chance, something more than her elusive maybe? More importantly, should he? He's still trying to forgive himself for being at the wheel during the accident that killed his son. Losing Sydney when she learns the truth might break him, but he's pretty sure not having her in his life would be just as bad.

A troubled woman running from her guilty conscience has Sydney and Derrick in her crosshairs, and she’ll do whatever it takes to win her game. Will Sydney and Derrick survive long enough to be together?



Other Books In The Series:

Welcome to the town of Great Oaks, Virginia, where nothing is as it seems. Will the sexy shapeshifters of Wolf's Challenge and Bear's Edge survive long enough to find a happily-ever-after with the women they love?

Bear's Edge
Book 2


Author Bio:

A few years ago, I read my first romance novel and I was hooked, so much so that I decided to give the idea of writing a story a chance. My style is more gritty than sweet and I look forward to writing many more stories with strong heroines and imperfect but determined characters. Love, courage, hope, and second chances are a few of my favorite themes. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time outside and finding ways to avoid cooking. I live in beautiful Virginia with my husband, two daughters, and a sweet, hairy monster of a dog.





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Wednesday, 12 December 2018

Return of the Lycan King by Candace Blackburn



The biggest fight for the new Lycan King is convincing his Queen that he is committed to her forever. Darren has already fought to convince Cass to give him a chance, but a new Monarchy is just the beginning of the changes to the Lycan Kingdom. But as secrets and challenges to Darren's crown emerge, his inner circle must close ranks to protect their Kingdom, and to make sure the newly-returned Lycan King keeps his crown. Candace Blackburn returns to the world of the Lycan King in this epic, edge of your seat third installment!


Title: Return of the Lycan King: Darren and Cassandra
Series: Return of the Lycan King #3
Author: Candace Blackburn
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 11, 2018
Publisher: Candace Blackburn
Format: Digital eBook
Digital ISBN: 1-7328151-0-0


Darren chases Cass to Ireland, determined to make up for his mistakes. When they return to North Carolina to build their lives together, nothing is the same. Darren has already fought to convince Cass to give him a chance, but a new Monarchy is just the beginning of the changes to the Lycan Kingdom. Secrets and challenges to Darren's crown emerge, and his inner circle closes ranks, to protect their Kingdom, and to make sure the newly-returned Lycan King keeps his crown.


Excerpt:


Chapter One

         Liam's completion of flight training had rather fortuitous timing. Liam was one of the members of Lex's security team before Darren moved in. Darren snagged the other Lycan on the way to the airport with the subtle threat to "move your ass and don't breathe a word to anyone." Darren looked out the window of the Konstantine jet and didn't see ocean, but he didn't know how close they were to Dublin Airport.
         Reading Liam's thoughts would have been easy enough, if Darren hadn't happily discovered that he could block that ability. So, he hadn't been subjected to the "have you lost your fucking mind" lecture that Liam likely received from Lex. Or the "you let anything happen to him, I'll kill you, myself" that undoubtedly followed said lecture.
         Darren spent the entirety of the flight thinking of his mate. The pain in her voice, on her face, and the tears in her eyes, all as a result of Darren not claiming her. Pain, he had his own. Not claiming her was a physical, mental hell--it was pain from head to toe. But, he had reasoned that he'd rather live with that pain, than put Cass through one second of his impressive--or not--collection of screw-ups. Not to mention, all the bullshit that came with being King.
         I'd rather cut off my own head than cause her pain like I saw that day.
         Which is why they were over European airspace, because Cass was in Ireland. She left to escape him.
         Because seeing me hurt her.
         "Darren, we're ten minutes out from Dublin."
         Liam's voice cleared his guilt-filled thoughts. He ran his hands through his hair and realized he needed to go splash some water on his face. "Thanks."
         "No problem."
         A minute later, he stood in front of the mirror and frowned. One of his buddies in college looked like he was in a perpetual hangover. Darren's roommate used to tease the guy, telling him that he looked like he'd been ridden hard and put away wet. That saying pretty much summed up the reflection in the mirror.
         Maybe I should stop off and get a haircut, buy a new shirt and jeans.
         He probably would do that, if it didn't take much time. His primary objective was to find Cass and get them back to the plane as soon as possible. Hell, he might as well tell Liam to file a return flight plan for, what, five hours from now? Yeah, that should do it. He hated the thought of claiming his mate in the bedroom on the plane, but damned if he was going to wait to get back to Raleigh. And, they wouldn't be in Ireland for very long. Oh no. In and out, that was his plan. They'd be back in no time.


***

         Liam kept up with Darren's footsteps, barely.
         "Still don't understand why you wouldn't want another beer. That may have been the best I've ever had. We should take a European beer tasting trip, just for comparison, though. German ales are pretty damned good." They'd only gone in the last bar because Darren caught Cass's scent.
         "Not interested." Glancing around the crowded Temple Bar section of Dublin, Darren wondered why Cass would be there. She was private, definitely not the type to hang out in tourist spots.
         "Or we could just stay here and sample whiskey. All the whiskey."
         Technically, that didn't sound like too bad of a plan, if he weren't searching for his missing mate. "You should get on your knees and thank God that you can't get cirrhosis."
         Liam snorted just as Darren thought he'd, again, picked up on Cass's scent. He froze mid stride and almost took out a group of people. Peering inside the closest bar, he inhaled deeply and looked for her glossy black hair. Nada.
         Shit.
         Darren turned, making a complete circle so he could visualize everything around him. His frustration was growing. Cass was so close, and he needed to see her. Feel her. Wrap her in his arms. Drop to his knees and apologize for being a colossal ass. Spend the next century begging her forgiveness. Then spend the rest of his life making her happy.
         The sounds of barf splattering the pavement shook him out of his thoughts.
         "This"--he pointed down at the moaning human in front of him--"is what all the whiskey gets you."
         Liam glanced down with disdain as they stepped around the human. "Not me." He waved a negligent hand. "Higher tolerance and all that."
         "Mmm hmm." Looking around, again, Darren barely restrained a growl. Cass's scent grew fainter, and he was no damned closer to finding her.
         Going to lose my motherfucking mind.
         Material brushed his arm, and Darren snarled as his head snapped around. "Hey, do you mind holding my jacket while I tie my shoe?"
         What the fuck? Darren snatched the jacket and Liam bent, after casting a pointed glare toward Darren's hands. Claws had already punched through the tips, and if he were a betting person, he'd put money on his eyes glowing. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he slipped on his polarized Ray Bans, covered both fists with the jacket and willed himself to calm.
         "No problem."
         Biggest white lie ever. If Darren spent two more seconds out there without Liam's assistance, he'd likely have shifted and torn a bloody path through the Temple Bar district.
         They needed to get out of public, check into a room and Darren needed to sleep off any jet lag. Then come sunrise, he'd try again.
         Liam stood and cast a worried glance at Darren. "Okay?"
         Not in the slightest. "Fine. Let's get something to eat, go find a room, and search again tomorrow."
         Liam almost seemed to slouch in relief. "Sounds good. We'll hit the roads in the morning."
         He confirmed that with a small nod. And I'll spend another sleepless night without her.

Copyright © 2018 Return of the Lycan King: Book 3 Darren and Cassandra
Candace Blackburn



Other Books in the Return of the Lycan King Trilogy:

Return of the Lycan King: Book 1 Nicholas and Kristen

One life, one mate. Nicholas Konstantine has been waiting over a thousand years for his mate. But when he finds her, she's completely unaware of her Lycan biology, and she's battling her own personal demons.

Kristen O'Connor is a recovering addict, with some major trust issues. By not letting anyone get close, she won't get hurt. Yet after one meetiing with Nicholas, her walls are crumbling, and she wants more with this man.

But Nicholas reveals his Lycan side, and hers as well. In addition, ghosts from both of their pasts come back to haunt them. Will they face everything together, or will Kristen's fears be stronger than her love?



Return of the Lycan King: Book 2 Lex and Elizabeth

Lex thought he'd lost her, but Elizabeth is back and she is his mate. But between her getting used to life as a Lycan, threats from dangerous elements looming over their heads and very odd changes in the Lycan kingdom happening all around them, nothing will be easy. Lex and Elizabeth's love has to be the strength to pull them through.



About Candace Blackburn:

Candace makes her home in North Carolina with her high school sweetheart husband and their two sons. She's an indie author who has published two previous romances (with a bit of fantasy in each), Tristan's Redemption and Nate's Forgiveness. Her current works are all paranormal romance (her favorite genre to read!) and are set in her home state. She loves coffee, cold weather, the Boston Red Sox, the Carolina Panthers, and hearing from fans.




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Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Metal Mouth by Jaimie Engle




Title: Metal Mouth
Author: Jaimie Engle
Genre: YA Magical Realism
Date Published: 12/1/2018
Publisher: JME Books


Mahlorie hates her braces. And who cares what she looks like anyway? Her parents sure do. Dad, a travelling magician, and Mom, a famous erotica author, constantly harp on the importance of appearance. Her best friend Shai is the epitome of pop-culture, crushing on every boy with a cute smile. But when Mal has a near-death experience and can suddenly hear a boy’s voice in her head, life takes a turn for the weird. He can hear her too. How did her braces become transmitters? And who is this boy she just might be falling in love with? For fans of “The Fault in Our Stars” and “Everything, Everything.”

This magical coming-of-age tale of mystery and self-discovery, and love and friendship, makes the impossible become all too real...



Excerpt:

      Mom and Dad finally agree to disagree. They get along much better when there’s a lot of land between them. It’s ironic because both of my parents make their living by an illusion that they sell to the public while in private, they’re totally different people. Dad, with a sleight of hand, can make you see only what he wants you to see.
      “It’s all about presentation, turtledove, how you look and where you look. Get the crowd to believe what you want them to believe. See? The magic is how well you sell it. Your pitch. Your package. In this world, people will believe the truth is whatever you show them it is. Appearance is everything.”
      Mom, on the other hand, creates these perfect worlds in opposition of the one in which she lives, tied up neatly in the end through the power of love. Her appearance is her ticket. How she looks affects how fans perceive her. Once, Mom actually paid a team of marketers to determine which color pant suit she should wear. By her outfit change, she sold 5,000 books and landed a guest spot on The Today Show.
      “Appearance is everything, lambkin. You won’t be successful as a woman without purposed wardrobe, hair, and make-up. People don’t really care about who you are until they see that you fit the mold. Understand? You can be whoever you want to be so long as you make it believable.”
      This, by the way, is the only reason I got these stupid braces. It’s also the reason why I hate short dresses and glittery barrettes. It isn’t that I don’t want to be popular like Shai. What if I can’t? What if no matter how well I sleight my hand or how often I change my clothes, I never find my place? That failure scares me more than not fitting in. So, what do I do? I manipulate my personality, tweak my appearance, and blend.
      Where does that leave me?
      Somewhere in my dad’s deck of cards or my mom’s perfectly constructed novel where I blend into a false reality and play the role I’m supposed to play. “Appearance is everything.”
      “Appearance is nothing,” the voice in my head contradicts, only this time, I’m not certain the voice is mine.


Author Information:

Jaimie Engle is the author of dark thrillers for teens where magic turns ordinary into extraordinary. She weaves history, magic, and lore into her books, which take readers on wondrous adventures, though her passion is talking to kids about writing and social issues because words have power. She loves coffee, cosplay, and making Wick Books® candles inspired by scents from her novels and for other indie authors so readers can Experience the Story! She lives in Florida with her awesome husband, hilarious children, and the world's best dog. Learn more at thewriteengle.com, where Jaimie is always working on her next book.






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Saturday, 8 December 2018

Alpha Tales 2044 by Wesley Britton


Alien Vision presents a collection of short stories and sketches from the Beta-Earth Chronicles by Wesley Britton.


Alpha Tales 2044, opens on Beta-Earth when two genetically-enhanced mutants are forced to recover a stolen secret, the cure to the ancient Plague-With-No-Name that defined a planet for millennia.
Then we jump across the multi-verse to our earth, Alpha-Earth, where police Captain Mary Carpenter infiltrates a gang of White Supremacists who want to purify Texas after decades of climate change and weaponized plagues.

Still on Alpha, we leap ahead in time to 40 years in the future where Mary Carpenter joins up with four aliens, two from Beta-Earth, two from Serapin-Earth. All four share the same father, The Blind Alien from Alpha-Earth. They’ve traveled across the multi-verse to tell us about their worlds.

But Alphans, scarred by the devastations to our world, are unhappy about learning about very different cultures from anything we’ve ever known and especially hearing about multiple deities. So the alien band are forced to go on the run and take sanctuary in a First Nation domed city in British Columbia.

But their sanctuary doesn’t last long. Forced to travel further into the Canadian wilderness, the family encounters a pair of Sasquatch who change everything for them. They learn about the many definitions of what it means to be human.

Alpha Tales 2044, is a collection of stories that are part sci-fi, part murder mysteries, part horror, and part social commentary. But completely full of the unexpected, surprises, and tales, unlike anything you’ve experienced before.


Official Release 8/12  Price $0.99

Excerpt: From Last Night Of The Colective

I vividly remember the afternoon when Jrin Rol, the second-in-command of our security unit, and I stepped onto the ground floor of the Hotel Domino in the new city called Monte Carlo. The hotel was an entertainment center named after yet another Alpha game Malcolm Renbourn had brought to our planet. It should have been named Hotel Backgammon for all the pointed spikes of alternating colors on the floors and walls.

On this day, I was listening to Jrin's wistful hopes for an extended leave from service so she could deepen her studies in linguistic morphologies, geographic spatial patterns, and other analytical investigative techniques that would make her far more than a skilled expert in stealth and counter-espionage operations. I was becoming more and more impressed with what I heard as we walked into the dining hall.

Then, my blood chilled. In one moment, I felt as if I'd drank a bath shell-sized cocktail of adrenaline and dread. Sitting alone at a table in the corner was First Helprim Kiem Holenris from ital, the supreme head of the Munchen Collective. The last I'd seen of this seeming old crone had been in my offices in Bercumel. On that day, Holendris had let me know my life was on the line if I continued my then-pointless, personal war with my bond-family. For, like her, my genetically-enhanced mutations had come at a cost. The little pills the Collective now provided me slowed the metabolic rushing of time that aged such as us much faster than our years. If I wanted to live a healthy and beautiful life and for a good long time, I needed the pills only the Collective could provide me.

Holendris looked like a woman who'd seen four generations of descendants from her womb. But she was merely the age of my own mother. Like me, her appearance concealed a body of extraordinary gifts. Unlike me, she had started her pill regimen much later in her life than I had, hence her aged face and deceptively marked skin. On this day, while her lips were twisted in an almost skullish smile, her eyes sent a clear message to me across the wide hall of tables and happy noises.

"Child," they wordlessly told me, "bring your sun-drenched bronze skin and bright, blonde hair over here to me. You must come to me now. A matter of dire importance awaits you. Awaits us."

I looked to Jrin, who understood my own silent signal. We slowly made our way to the Helprim's round, polished white table where Kiem studied our movements with practiced eyes. She nodded as we came close and indicated two chairs.

"Sit, little kitty," she cooed. "Sit, Jrin Rol of the Mask-Painters."

Wordlessly, we took our places as serving hands quickly brought us trays of beverages. Kiem waited until the hands departed and took a sip of her own red pravine, then said softly, "Thank you for your quick compliance, as what I am here to discuss requires some delicacy."


About the Author:

Immerse yourself in an extraordinary universe revealed by the most original storytelling you’ll ever experience. “Science fiction yes, but so much more.”

Besides his 33 years in the classroom, Dr. Wesley Britton considers his Beta-Earth Chronicles the most important work he’s ever done. “I suppose an author profile is intended to be a good little biography,” Britton says, “but the best way to know who I am is to read my novels.”

Still, a few things you might like to know about Wes include the fact he’s the author of four non-fiction books on espionage in the media, most notably The Encyclopedia of TV Spies (2009). Beginning in 1983, he was a widely published poet, article writer for a number of encyclopedias, and was a noted scholar of American literature. Since those days, for sites like BlogCritics.org and BookPleasures.com, Britton wrote over 500 music, book, and movie reviews. For seven years, he was co-host of online radio's Dave White Presents for which he contributed celebrity interviews with musicians, authors, actors, and entertainment insiders.

Starting in fall 2015, his science fiction series, The Beta-Earth Chronicles, debuted with The Blind Alien. Throughout 2016, four sequels followed including The Blood of Balnakin, When War Returns, A Throne for an Alien, and The Third Earth. Return to Alpha was the sixth volume of this multi-planetary epic.

Britton earned his doctorate in American Literature at the University of North Texas in 1990. He taught English at Harrisburg Area Community College until his retirement in 2016. He serves on the Board of Directors for Vision Resources of Central Pennsylvania.





The Seas of Distant Stars by Francesca G. Varela


Title: The Seas of Distant Stars
Author: Francesca G. Varela
Genre: Literary Science-Fiction
Date Published: August 7th, 2018
Publisher: Owl House Books


Agapanthus was kidnapped when she was only two years old, but she doesn’t remember it. In fact, she doesn’t remember her home planet at all. All she knows is Deeyae, the land of two suns; the land of great, red waters. Her foster-family cares for her, and at first that’s enough. But, as she grows older, Agapanthus is bothered by the differences between them. As an Exchanger, she’s frail and tall, not short and strong. And, even though she was raised Deeyan, she certainly isn’t treated like one. One day, an Exchanger boy completes the Deeyan rite-of-passage, and Agapanthus is inspired to try the same. But, when she teams up with him, her quest to become Deeyan transforms into her quest to find the truth―of who she is, and of which star she belongs to.

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Excerpt:

Prologue

      Her name back then was not Agapanthus. It was Aria. Aria like the song the wind made through cottonwood trees. They reminded Aria’s mother of feathers, and she often watched the cotton tufts as they floated through the dusk air. She loved when they melted into the flowing, pebble-braided creek, high with water after a storm, or even as they joined the summer trickle when the creek lay stagnant. On summer nights the water shone thick with flies, with dark red clay and the sticky tips of fallen leaves that caked together at the bottom. The freeway hissed in the distance, cars and blackness glimmering just beyond the blackberry bushes.
      Aria’s mother pretended the freeway didn’t exist. She often sat alone, or with Aria scrunched between her thighs, while the trees creaked, and the air stunk of pollen. When the cold air spread bumps over their skin she raised her daughter to her feet and draped Aria’s long blonde hair over her shoulder so she could wipe the dust from her pants.
      They held hands as they emerged from the ravine. There was the sky again, pale and waning. There sliced the blurred traffic, blazing as always in front of their one-story house. There glowed the fields, the sheep far beyond, the hills broken by dirt patches that always shone reddest at sunset. But sunset was past, so Aria’s mother nestled her daughter inside.
      Her husband’s stomach propelled, jiggling, upward and downward with his sleeping breaths. His hands clenched the armrests of the yellow recliner, the remote wedged between his side and the seat. Aria’s mother patted Aria toward the kitchen and kissed her husband’s forehead. He smelled like cinnamon and orange peels, soft remnants of the tea he had finished after dinner.
      Aria’s father woke up slowly. He scooped his wife into his lap. She murmured something about Aria’s bath, and then she burrowed her head into the warmth of his shoulder. They breathed together. The screen door slid open, but neither of them heard it. They didn’t hear Aria’s lithe footsteps against the wooden stairs. They didn’t hear her slide down, crawling on her knees into the grass, unsure of how to balance on the changing surface. She couldn’t speak yet, so she didn’t know what the trees were called, but she knew she wanted to stay with them for a little longer.
      The grass massaged her bare feet and made them itch. Aria looked up at the clouds. The moon was there, too; strangely thin, strangely weak. It wasn’t dark enough for the moon. A bright star shined over the hill already. It grew brighter. Brighter. Then there was darkness. Claws on her shoulders. Flashes of light so hot she cried out as they teared at her, pulled her up, gripping her shoulders until she felt they would pop from their sockets. And then smooth black stone. And then—nothing. back then was not Agapanthus. It was Aria. Aria like the song the wind made through cottonwood trees. They reminded Aria’s mother of feathers, and she often watched the cotton tufts as they floated through the dusk air. She loved when they melted into the flowing, pebble-braided creek, high with water after a storm, or even as they joined the summer trickle when the creek lay stagnant. On summer nights the water shone thick with flies, with dark red clay and the sticky tips of fallen leaves that caked together at the bottom. The freeway hissed in the distance, cars and blackness glimmering just beyond the blackberry bushes.
      Aria’s mother pretended the freeway didn’t exist. She often sat alone, or with Aria scrunched between her thighs, while the trees creaked, and the air stunk of pollen. When the cold air spread bumps over their skin she raised her daughter to her feet and draped Aria’s long blonde hair over her shoulder so she could wipe the dust from her pants.
      They held hands as they emerged from the ravine. There was the sky again, pale and waning. There sliced the blurred traffic, blazing as always in front of their one-story house. There glowed the fields, the sheep far beyond, the hills broken by dirt patches that always shone reddest at sunset. But sunset was past, so Aria’s mother nestled her daughter inside.
      Her husband’s stomach propelled, jiggling, upward and downward with his sleeping breaths. His hands clenched the armrests of the yellow recliner, the remote wedged between his side and the seat. Aria’s mother patted Aria toward the kitchen and kissed her husband’s forehead. He smelled like cinnamon and orange peels, soft remnants of the tea he had finished after dinner.
      Aria’s father woke up slowly. He scooped his wife into his lap. She murmured something about Aria’s bath, and then she burrowed her head into the warmth of his shoulder. They breathed together. The screen door slid open, but neither of them heard it. They didn’t hear Aria’s lithe footsteps against the wooden stairs. They didn’t hear her slide down, crawling on her knees into the grass, unsure of how to balance on the changing surface. She couldn’t speak yet, so she didn’t know what the trees were called, but she knew she wanted to stay with them for a little longer.
      The grass massaged her bare feet and made them itch. Aria looked up at the clouds. The moon was there, too; strangely thin, strangely weak. It wasn’t dark enough for the moon. A bright star shined over the hill already. It grew brighter. Brighter. Then there was darkness. Claws on her shoulders. Flashes of light so hot she cried out as they teared at her, pulled her up, gripping her shoulders until she felt they would pop from their sockets. And then smooth black stone. And then—nothing.

Author Information:

Francesca G. Varela was raised in Oregon’s Willamette Valley. In 2015 she graduated from the University of Oregon with degrees in Environmental Studies and Creative Writing, and she then went on to receive her master’s degree in Environmental Humanities from the University of Utah.

Francesca’s dream of becoming an author began in third grade, and her writing career had an early start; she wrote her award-winning first novel, Call of the Sun Child, when she was only 18 years old, and she wrote her second novel, Listen, when she was only 20.

When not writing or reading, Francesca enjoys playing piano, figure skating, hiking, identifying wild birds, plants, and constellations, and travelling to warm, sunny places whenever she can.





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Friday, 7 December 2018

The Witch of the Prophecy by Victoria Jayne


Title: The Witch of the Prophecy
Author: Victoria Jayne
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Young Ink Press
Length: 64,000 Words
Release Date: December 4, 2018

All signs point to Davina being the witch of the catastrophic prophecy, but she’s not so sure.


Divina’s had it with the prophecy.

The vampire whose heart beats for a witch that belongs to a wolf shall save us all. He shall take his throne and rule over all kinds. If not, the vampire who belongs to the witch will end all kinds.

Divina’s not convinced the prophecy is about her. Her manipulative vampire ex-boyfriend, Rori, is reluctant to give up his love for her to pursue the throne. Meanwhile, the wolf shifter meant to claim Divina doesn’t believe in the prophecy. However, he does believe Divina is his mate.

With the pressures of the prophecy and the most powerful coven in the present-day United States, Divina is left to choose between complying with the prophecy and mating with Aric—or leaving it all behind to allow the catastrophic possibility of supernatural beings getting exposed to humans.


Excerpt:

“Pay attention,” she snapped. “You don’t need power, just Divina,” she spoke simply. “You don’t need the council seat, just your witch.”

Tightening his mouth into a firm line, Rori considered her words. The witches could be testing him. Through this manipulation, this appearance of Ines, they could be testing his resolve to sacrifice love for the throne, for the good of all kinds.

“If I do that then I will be the one to end us all,” he said, wary of Ines’ intentions.

Ines shook her head. “You have no desire to do such a thing,” she pointed out. “How could you end us if you don’t want to?”

She coughed again harder and longer this time. She looked at her hand and cursed before wiping it on the woolen blanket she held close around her.

“They are forcing you into a place you’re not meant to be, Roricus. You have to follow your heart, now that it beats. Don’t let the witches make you a puppet,” she said urgently.

He regarded her with a sideways glance. Her sickly form shivered under the blanket.

“What did they do to you?” he asked again.

With words in direct conflict with not only Esmine’s but Ines’ own words, Rori questioned her motive. Add her withering appearance, and it felt wrong.

With a tight-lipped frown Rori pondered his previous idea of her presence being a test by the Ember Witches; a test to his commitment to the throne. The more she talked, the more Rori felt the witches were pushing him toward the sacrifice.

She turned away from him. She tried to get up, but the witch lacked the strength and fell back down.

“Love, Roricus. Love is what you need to fight the prophecy,” she rasped.

Rori clenched his teeth. The manipulations needed to stop. His nostrils flared as his frustrations grew. The incessant games of the Ember Witches, of this witch, was enough to drive a lesser man crazy.

“They cast you out,” he surmised. “Did they strip you as well?” he asked.

She said nothing.

However, her trembling increased and the blanket slipped from her shoulder revealing her state of emaciation. She bowed her head and displayed just how thin her once lush red hair had become. She refused to lift it to him or, perhaps, she lacked the strength.

“Divina is to take your seat isn’t she?” Rori further concluded.

Silence.

“You went against the witches knowing that it was your seat up for grabs,” Rori said.

He breathed in sharply with the belief he knew Ines’ true intentions. He closed his eyes, trying to push down the bloom of rage growing and spreading in his chest. When he opened them again, the world was tinged red.

“You are here to sabotage—”

Ines sprang up interrupting his words. The blanket fell to her feet and exposed her skeletal body with clothing dangling from her. Sores covered her gray skin. Her eyes lacked the shine and youth they had the first time she promised him power.

Cold radiated off her and crept over Rori’s skin.

“I went against my coven for what is right!” she hissed. “I went against my coven for love,” she declared. “For your love, for Percival's love! For Divina and Selene!”

Her bony fingers gripped his forearms. The sharp digits dug into the muscular flesh of Rori’s arms, threatening to pierce through with a strength he didn’t realize she possessed. She shook as all her energy appeared concentrated on her hold on him.

“You are not fit for the council, Roricus,” she seethed. “You lack the age and the commitment. It is meant for Percival. The coven fears Selene’s devotion to her vampire.”

“You were the one who said I could have power,” Rori said through gritted teeth.

The chill forced its way through his body stemming from her hands wrapped around his arms.

“I lied,” she said. Releasing Rori’s arms she hung her head and shrunk back into her blanket. “I’m not proud of it. I did it for my coven. But, my coven is wrong.” She peered up at him with wide eyes. The fury gone from them, sadness took its place. “They can’t tamper with what is meant to be. And what is meant to be is you and Divina, your love,” she said as her voice cracked.

She took a deep breath, obviously tired from the energy it took to speak of such things in her weakened state.

“You can have love. You will, if you chose Divina. The throne is meant for Percival. The seat is meant for Selene. The coven wants to change that but they shouldn’t.” As she spoke, she collapsed into a heap between the two planters.

Crouching, Rori reached out for the arms of the witch. When he gripped her, she howled in pain. Rori held her frail limbs and shook her. The tortured woman wailed as the skin on her arms ripped in his hands.

He pulled back, letting her go. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in horror seeing the bits of flesh stuck to his fingers and palms.

Rori flicked his attention to the pained witch. She crumbled flat to the floor.

“Go to your witch, Roricus. Chase your love. Don’t let them strip you too,” she sobbed.


Author Bio:

Growing up on the Jersey Shore, Victoria was an insatiable reader. She adored getting lost in the worlds others created for her. During her early teen years she enjoyed the works of R.L. Stein and S.E. Hinton. As she got older, she drifted into the worlds provided for her by Anne Rice, Suzanne Wright, J.D. Tyler, Joanna Wylde, Cherise Sinclair, Dianne Duvall, and Elisabeth Naughton, to name a few. These writers spawned her love affair with both the romance genre and the world of the supernatural.

Victoria started writing as a hobby while still in high school. Now her days are spent writing, enjoying time with her husband, and her two children. She still lives in New Jersey. Victoria is a New Jersey Devils Hockey fan, an avid SecondLife Roleplayer, and a Netflix binge watcher.




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Thursday, 6 December 2018

Cop Tales, An Anthology for a cause


Title: Cop Tales, An Anthology for a cause
Genre: Romance/Suspense
Release Date: December 6, 2018


As authors, we are always trying to find ways to give back. Anthologies are a great way to unite indie and traditionally published authors for a worthy cause. In this anthology, you will get a combination of rom-com, new adult contemporary romance, and even a little suspense short stories with law enforcement heroes and heroines.

Cop Tales is a limited release anthology to raise funds for the Officer Down Memorial Page (ODMP). We back the blue and thank you from the bottom of our hearts for support in this cause.

NOTE: 100% of the online sale proceeds for six months (e-book and print) will be donated directly to the ODMP. If any reader wants to donate beyond purchasing the anthology, please visit www.odmp.org. Your donation is tax deductible in the US. I don’t know about internationally.

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About the Author’s:

T.R. Cupak
T.R. Cupak is a romance author known for "Shattering hearts and piecing them back together one story at a time". When she's not busy adulting, you can find her speeding through the backroads with her husband in their weekend fun car or cuddling with her goofy Shih Tzu, Harley.



Christine Besze
Christine Besze is an author who brings rom-com to a whole new level with relatable characters who give you laugh out loud moments in her contemporary romance novels. She lives in Georgia with her husband, two gingers, and mini-herd of German Shepherds.


Kat T. Masen
Kat is an author known for sexy, humorous, smut. She was born and bred in Sydney, Australia. Kat T. Masen is a mother to four crazy boys and wife to one sane husband. Growing up in a generation where social media and fancy gadgets didn’t exist, she enjoyed reading from an early age and found herself immersed in these stories.



Dee Ellis
From the Midwest, Dee Ellis is a contemporary romance author who looks like the secretary she is by day, but talks-and sometimes acts-like the dirty mouthed author she is by night!



Abbi Glines
Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Existence, and The Field Party Series. When she’s not locked away writing, she is reading, shopping (major shoe and purse addiction), sneaking off to the movies alone, and listening to the drama in her teenager’s lives while making mental notes on the good stuff to use later. Don’t judge.



Kathleen Kelly
Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her.



Maren Lee
Maren Lee is a wine drinker, mountain woman, and contemporary romance author. Her first novel, Ride-along, was written on a dare and she loved doing it so much, she decided to write a whole series about the sexy deputies of the fictional Bounty County Sheriff’s Department.



Martha Sweeney
Martha Sweeney is an Amazon Best-Selling author who writes in a variety of genres: romance, suspense, thriller, coloring books, romantic comedy and thriller/sci-fi and soon sci-fi/fantasy. She strives to push herself as a storyteller with each new tale and hopes to push her readers outside of their comfort zone whether it be a particular genre or the stories themselves.



M.Clarke
International Bestselling/Award Winning Author M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She wrote her first YA novel, Crossroads, to heal the loss of her grandmother.



J.L. Perry
#1 International bestseller author, and winner of RWA Ruby award for Romance Book of the Year. She is a romantic at heart and lives in Australia with her husband and son.



Nicole Loufas
Nicole Loufas writes addictive fiction so compelling once you start her books, you can't stop.



Jess Bryant
Jess Bryant started writing as a little girl but her life changed forever when she stole a book from her aunt's Harlequin collection. She’s been creating love stories with your happily ever after ever since.



Kimberly Knight
Kimberly Knight is a USA Today bestselling author that writes romance and erotic fiction that makes you laugh, cry, swoon, and fall in love before throwing you curve balls you never see coming.



Linnea Valle
After almost 30 years of dreaming of writing and publishing a romance novel, Linnea Valle published her debut novel in June, 2018. In her spare time, she enjoys kayaking and spending time with her husband, family and dogs.



S. Cole
S. Cole may be short but she’s big on ideas. She writes in multiple genres including romance, horror, and thrillers. You never know what you’ll get from Shay next but isn’t that half the fun?




N.E. Henderson
N. E. Henderson is the author of sexy, contemporary romance. When she isn’t writing, you can find her reading some form of romance or in her Maverick, playing in the dirt.



Charity Info:

About Officer Down Memorial Page (ODMP)

Founded in1996, the Officer Down Memorial Page is a non­profit agency dedicated to honoring the memory of law enforcement officers who have died in the line of duty. The largest law enforcement memorial in the United States, ODMP pays tribute to over 23,000 fallen law enforcement officers in its online memorial and reflection pages. ODMP also honors fallen K9 officers, provides free resources to law enforcement agencies and officers, and works to keep cop killers behind bars through its No Parole program. The ODMP database tracks LODD statistics in the US back to 1791, enabling the law enforcement community to analyze trends and patterns in order to work toward the goal of improving officer safety.

NOTE: Although this anthology was written to raise awareness and donate to a special cause, the views and opinions expressed in the book are those of the individual authors and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of ODMP. ODMP is not a partner, sponsor, or affiliate of Cop Tales an Anthology for a Cause.






Wednesday, 5 December 2018

The Dark Road by Gail Z. Martin



Title: The Dark Road
Series: A Jonmarc Vahanian Collection: VOL II
Author: Gail Z. Martin
Genre: Fantasy (epic)


Jonmarc Vahanian fled from the raiders and monsters that killed his family, but when danger dogs his steps once again, he leaves the traveling caravan that gave him shelter to become a mercenary in nearby Principality. His fighting skills help him rise through the ranks, and draw the attention of a Nargi general—and the general’s undead mage. An old, unsettled score turns deadly, trapping Jonmarc in dangerous intrigue. He can save himself—and betray everything he holds dear—or die a hero as the raider’s curse holds true.

This collection is the second set of short stories and novellas that reveal another phase of Jonmarc’s growth from a blacksmith’s son to becoming one of the greatest warriors in the history of the Winter Kingdoms.

Soldier. Fight slave. Smuggler. Warrior. Brigand Lord. You may have encountered Jonmarc Vahanian in the Chronicles of the Necromancer but you don’t really know him until you walk in his footsteps.


Excerpt:

Haunts

“Be off with you,” Harrtuck said. “Nothing but made-up rubbish.”

The woman gave a raspy laugh. “True for some, not for me. She flipped over one illustrated card and then another. “Chenne smiles on you,” she said, naming the warrior aspect of the goddess. “Success in battle will be yours,” she promised and turned another card. Her smile faded. “You will be hunted,” she said, giving Harrtuck a warning glance, “and powerful hands will turn against you.” One more card turned up. “Great favor awaits you.”

Harrtuck snorted. “Great favor? I’ll be happy for a tankard of ale and a warm trollop in my bed tonight,” he said, but he tossed a coin to the seer who caught it in her bony hands.

“How about you?” she said, giving Jonmarc a look as if she could see down to his bones. He took a step back and started to protest, but she was already flipping over cards.

The fortune-teller took a sharp breath. “You have been marked by fire and darkness,” she said. “So much loss for one so young.” She turned another card. “You will have great success in battle, and your skill will earn many coins.” Another card made her pause. “But it is the Dark Lady, not Chenne, who watches over you. Her hand is on you, but she is not a gentle mistress.” A final card turned at an angle showed a hangman, and the color drained from the seer’s face.



Author Bio:

Gail Z. Martin writes epic fantasy, urban fantasy and steampunk for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, Falstaff Books, SOL Publishing and Darkwind Press. Vengeance is the second in the new Darkhurst epic fantasy series. Also new is The Dark Road, the second in the Jonmarc Vahanian Adventures series, and Assassin’s Honor (coming, October 2018), the first in the new Assassins of Landria series.

Her Deadly Curiosities urban fantasy series set in Charleston, SC has a new novel, Tangled Web, and two new collections, Trifles & Folly, and Trifles & Folly 2.

Other work includes the Chronicles Of The Necromancer series, the Fallen Kings Cycle, the Ascendant Kingdoms series, and the alternate history novel Iron & Blood and the Storm & Fury collection (co-authored with Larry N. Martin) She is also the co-author (with Larry) of the Mark Wojcik monster hunter series (Spells, Salt and Steel) and the upcoming Wasteland Marshals series and the Cauldron/Secret Council series from Falstaff Books.

As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance. New and upcoming books include Witchbane, Burn, Dark Rivers, Badlands, and Lucky Town.

Gail is also the organizer of the #HoldOnToTheLight campaign.

Monday, 3 December 2018

Leopard’s Daughter by Stephen J. Tillman


Title: Leopard’s Daughter
Series: Were-Leopard Series Book 1
Author: Stephen J. Tillman
Genre: Crime, Fantasy
Publisher: Azure Spider Publications
Publication Date: September 15, 2018


Spine-tingling were-leopard fun

Leopard’s Daughter is a markedly original crime novel with elements of the occult. In a world where vampires and werewolves exist, but are extremely rare, Bobby Sandar, his wife, Olivia, and their two oldest children are were-leopards. Bobby and Olivia are Secret Service agents. Following Bobby’s death, Olivia feels the need for a fresh start. She takes a job as a detective in the sheriff’s department of a rural western county. Olivia’s first assignment is to go undercover as an exotic dancer in a nightclub run by gangsters. She has to battle mobbed-up criminals, a terrorist leader who is aware of Olivia’s history and abilities, and human traffickers to save her family and herself.


Excerpt:

      The spokesman sent the other two into the bungalow. To Tammy he said, “I heard you know judo or some shit like that. You try anything and your friends will pay the price. Billy Ray?”
      Billy Ray unlocked Tammy’s leg iron and led her into the cabin. The spokesman trailed behind and locked the door. Amanda and Megan were both there in a large room that took up most of the interior. Heads of deer, cougar, bear, and other animals were displayed on the walls. The two girls were naked, both with a leg iron on an ankle. Amanda had one hand on her pubic area and her other arm across her breasts.
      “Billy Ray tells me your little friend is a natural blonde,” the spokesman said. “I’ll see for myself soon enough. Let’s see what you got, girlie. Off with the clothes!”
      Tammy, taking her time, complied. She looked back at Megan and Amanda and gave a barely perceptible nod of her head. As soon as she had her clothes off, she changed. The other six people in the room jumped back in shock at the sudden appearance of a black leopard. Megan and Amanda shrieked, remembered their instructions, and dove to the floor.
      Moving with lightning speed, the leopard grasped the throat of the spokesman and ripped it out before anybody could react. Next she dove at one of the men holding a gun. He fired several times, knocking her to the side, but she was able to rake her razor-sharp claws deep into his thigh, severing his femoral artery. The last man with a gun emptied his weapon at her, mostly missing. In total fear, he dropped his now useless weapon and headed for the door. The leopard jumped on his back, grasped his neck with her jaws, and crushed his spine. Baring her teeth and emitting a menacing growl, she advanced slowly toward Billy Ray.
      “No, no, please, please,” he begged. “We wasn’t really gonna hurt you, I swear. We was just looking to have a little fun. Then we was gonna let you go!”
      He screamed as the leopard screeched and jumped on him. Seconds later he was silenced forever. The leopard saw that the man with the crushed spinal cord was still alive. She made sure he didn’t stay that way.
      The leopard changed. Tammy lay on the floor for a good five minutes, breathing heavily, while Amanda and Megan looked on, wide-eyed. “Oh my God, oh my God,” Megan whispered while Amanda began to cry.
      Tammy got to her feet, moving as if she were in slow motion. She winced more than once, giving a small cry each time. Once on her feet, she bent over, put her hands on her knees, and took several deep breaths. Then she searched the bodies until she found keys to unlock the door and the restraints holding the other girls. She also found an envelope on each of the men containing two thousand dollars in cash.
      “Look at this,” she said. She held up the envelopes and started toward Megan and Amanda, still naked and covered with blood. They backed away as far as their restraints allowed.
      “Are you a demon?” Amanda asked in a shaky voice.
      “No,” Tammy said. She stopped because she knew she had to reassure the other two before she could continue. “I’m not anything supernatural. I’m a were-leopard. So are my mother and brother. So was my dad.”
      “Why do you say a were-leopard isn’t supernatural?” Megan asked. “The bullets didn’t even hurt you.”
      “They hurt plenty,” Tammy replied. She touched several darkening black and blue spots on her torso. “Every step I take hurts like a bitch. But bullets won’t penetrate my skin unless they’re silver. Being a were-leopard is caused by a rare genetic condition. Extremely rare. FYI, werewolves and vampires exist also, but are so rare that very few people know they’re real.”



About Stephen J. Tillman:

Stephen Tillman is an Emeritus Professor of Mathematics at Wilkes University, where he taught for forty-two years, and holds a Ph.D. in Mathematics from Brown University. As most scholars of mathematics, Stephen has always dreamed of writing a novel. Although he started writing fiction relatively late in life, he is still younger than the folk artist Grandma Moses when she began her artistic career. Stephen is an avid reader of mysteries and science fiction and has published short stories in both genres.





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