Meet Allen and Elaine from @BarbCaffrey’s Brand New Release #romance #LGBT #books


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An Interview with Allen and Elaine from CHANGING FACES

By Barb Caffrey

 

A lean, tall, dark-haired man of average looks comes in, sits down on a long, comfortable couch, and crosses his legs at the ankles. He seems nervous, but friendly.

 

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Allen Bridgeway, clarinetist, graduate student in Music at Willa Cather University, and the fiancé of Elaine Foster—also a graduate student at WCU. I’m partial to Weber, allergic to cats, and I’m thirty years old.” He smiles wryly, adding, “Is that enough detail for now?”

 

Then a shorter, rounder, beautiful woman of Hispanic descent comes in and sits next to him. After giving him a quick hug and a squeeze of the hand, she speaks.

 

“And as you may have guessed, I’m Elaine, Allen’s fiancée. Though I’m not quite what I appear. I might look female, and I always identify as female for whatever it’s worth—”

 

Allen butts in. “You’re a feminist scholar, love. How could you be anything else?”

 

Elaine gives him a fond look. “But I’m not straight, and more to the point, sometimes I feel more male than female.”

 

Allen shrugs. “Whatever you are, however you present yourself, I will always love you.”

 

Elaine blushes. “Good to know.” Then she turns to me, the interviewer—otherwise known as author Barb Caffrey, who wrote their story in the new romantic fantasy, CHANGING FACES—and says, “Can we get to the questions now? So we can get back to playing our clarinets and living our lives?”

 

“Of course,” I tell them. “What is your idea of perfect happiness?”

 

Allen and Elaine look at each other, smile, and say nothing for a long time. Finally, Allen husks out, “Any day with Elaine suits me fine.”

 

Elaine blushes again, nods, and squeezes his hand. Apparently she agrees.

 

Next, I asked them, “What is your greatest fear?”

 

“Living without Elaine,” Allen says right off the bat.

 

“Telling Allen who I really am, because once I do, he’ll leave,” Elaine says in a low tone.

 

Allen looks confused for one moment, until Elaine squeezes his hand. “I’ll explain later, love,” she says.

 

“What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?” Then I look at them both, and ask, “Can Elaine answer this first? Allen, you always jump in…”

 

Allen mumbles something, and motions with his hand to Elaine.

 

“Ah, I like it when he goes first,” she says playfully. “It gives me more time to consider my answer.” Then she turned serious. “I am often hasty, and while I try to think things through, sometimes I just don’t. This causes trouble, but I can’t seem to break the habit.”

 

“I like all your habits,” Allen said, giving her a sidelong look. Then, focusing on me, he added, “I am reserved. This makes it harder for me to open up to people, and it takes a long time for me to make new friends. That’s caused me a lot of trouble in my life, especially as musicians are supposed to be gregarious sorts and I’m just not.”

 

“Who you are is just fine with me, love,” Elaine put in loyally.

 

I raised an eyebrow, and told them, “I like you both. So stop all this nonsense and just answer the questions, will you?”

 

“But it’s so much fun to tease you,” Elaine said.

 

Allen just laughed.

 

These two. What could I do with them?

 

“All right. What is the trait you most deplore in others?” I asked.

 

Elaine went first again. “Hostility. I can’t stand it. And ignorance is a close second.”

 

“People who think the arts are silly,” Allen said after a long pause. “Without the arts, we’d not have any culture to speak of and we’d probably be brute beasts.”

 

“I never knew you felt that strongly, love,” Elaine said, squeezing his hand again. “But I like it.”

 

Allen blushed dark red.

 

“And in that vein…what do you consider the most overrated virtue?”

 

After a look at Elaine, Allen went first this time. “Charity. Because people who believe they are charitable often have problems with hypocrisy, and I can’t stand it. They also seem to think that they are the best people on the face of the planet, and that annoys me, too.”

 

Elaine nodded, but her answer was different. “I think faith is the most overrated virtue, because most people seem to think of it only as faith in the Higher Power, not as faith in yourself. And really, it should be both.”

 

“Interesting,” I told them. “Now, here’s an easy one. Which living person do you most despise?”

 

Allen and Elaine looked at each other, looked at me, and in one voice said, “Donald Trump.” Then Elaine continued, “That man never should’ve become President, and has caused all sorts of problems, especially for the LGBT community, of which I am one.”

 

“Donald Trump gives Americans a bad name,” Allen added. “I am embarrassed for our country. We should have Hillary Clinton as our President, right now.”

 

“So, would you say that Hillary is the person you most admire, then?”

 

Elaine nodded, saying, “Her work with women and children throughout her lifetime—not to mention the disabled—has been exemplary.”

 

“Personally, I admire Nelson Mandela more, but he’s passed away. I can say that, can’t I?” Allen gave me a worried look.

 

“Sure. Who doesn’t admire Nelson Mandela?” Then I smiled, and said, “Here’s another easy one. Who is the greatest love of your life?”

 

Both Allen and Elaine burst out laughing. “If we weren’t each other’s biggest love, we’d not be here, Barb.” Allen raised an eyebrow, but still looked amused.

 

“Yeah, why are you asking us this. You know better.” Elaine wagged her finger at me, playfully.

 

“All right. Here’s a more serious question, and it’s the very last one. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Elaine, you go first.”

 

“If I had the power, I’d allow my gender-fluidity freer rein. Some days, I would be fully male outwardly. Other days, I’d be fully female. Maybe I’d change during the day, for variety’s sake…that way, I wouldn’t feel so alien in my body all the time.”

 

Allen gave her a look of concern. “This is a tough one. When I was younger, I wanted more athletic talent. When I first met Elaine, I wanted to be bisexual like her, so we’d have more to talk about.”

 

“I never knew that,” Elaine interjected.

 

“You weren’t supposed to,” Allen muttered. “But I’m depressingly heterosexual.” He sighed. “Now, I think the only thing I’d change, if I could, is to be healthier. I had a gall bladder operation last year that should’ve been routine, but wasn’t because of a complication…and poor Elaine had to take care of me.”

 

Then, he smiled. “Thanks for interviewing us in our original bodies, by the way. It’s harder for us to explain who we are, looking like each other.”

 

“No problem,” I told them. “Glad to do it.” (If this throws you, gentle reader, you really need to go read at least the blurb, and possibly the sample chapters, of CHANGING FACES. And as it’s only ninety-nine cents/ninety-nine pence for an e-book for a limited time, it’s quite affordable. Really.)

 

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Title: CHANGING FACES

Author: Barb Caffrey

Genre: Contemporary LGBT Fantasy-Romance

Publisher: Twilight Times Books

 

Book Blurb:

Allen and Elaine are graduate students in Nebraska, have been together for seven years, and are engaged. They love each other very much, and have many things in common. Both play the clarinet, are teaching assistants, are well-respected and seem to have their lives firmly on track. In fact, their life should be idyllic, but Elaine’s past includes rape, neglect, and abuse from those who should’ve loved her—but didn’t, because from childhood, Elaine identified as transgender.

 

When Elaine tells Allen right before Christmas, he doesn’t know what to do. He loves Elaine, loves her soul, has heard about transgender people before, but didn’t think Elaine was one of them—she looks and acts like anyone else. Now, she wants to become a man and is going to leave.

 

He prays for divine intervention, and says he’ll do anything, just please don’t separate him from Elaine. And in the form of a car accident, he gets his wish.

 

Now, he’s in Elaine’s body. And she’s in his. But both were injured, and Allen’s old body (with Elaine inside) is in a coma.

 

Allen can’t tell anyone who he is. But one thing’s certain: if Elaine can wake up, he wants to be with her. He doesn’t care what body he’s in, or that he, too, is now transgender.

 

Why?

 

True love matters so much to the universe, once you have found your soulmate, the universe will do anything to keep you together—even change your faces.

 

Excerpt:

 Two angels decide to take a hand and help Allen and Elaine by changing their faces.

 

From the ether, I watched as Allen’s little car crashed into something. No one saw it but us, perhaps because of the dense fog along with the ice and snow. “What is that thing?”

 

“It’s a road grader,” Michael said absently.

 

“Is there anyone around to help?” Surely we couldn’t just leave them in this condition—could we?

 

“I thought I’d help them,” Michael told me, sounding deceptively casual. Then, just like that, he wore a human body again and stood directly behind Allen’s wrecked car—to human eyes, he now looked like a healthy, compact young woman. I wasn’t sure why he’d picked that particular form, but Michael liked variety. The light around his body danced with his usual rainbow prisms—what I thought of as his true form— before he said, “You could help, too, you know.”

 

Stung, I incorporated also, using the form I’d used at Jolene and Paula’s wedding months ago. “Will this do?”

 

“I hope so.” He turned to look at me; his blue eyes were grave, unchanging. “We have about two minutes, maybe three, before this car blows up.”

 

“Why?”

 

“They had extra gas in the back of the car in case of emergencies.” As he said this, he opened the passenger side door. Elaine’s head had hit the windshield so hard, the windshield had cracked; fortunately, her seatbelt and airbag had protected most of the rest of her body. She was still breathing, albeit shallowly. “Help me get her out.”

 

On this plane, we could not tap into any primal energy sources; at least, I couldn’t, or I’d risk an explosion. I was limited to what this body could do, as it was the only one I knew well enough to summon; fortunately, Elaine didn’t weigh very much, and we were able to get her out of the car. I picked up her purse and put it beside her, along with a blanket that had fallen to the floor, before racing back to help with Allen.

 

This was going to be much harder. Allen’s body was wedged in between the steering wheel and the bent, damaged door. The road grader was firmly on the other side; no help there.

 

“Why can’t we keep the car from blowing up?” I asked.

 

“I can only interfere so much. Now, help me with Allen!”

 

“How?”

 

“Get the other blankets out of the car, and put them on the ground. This is going to be tricky.”

 

While I hastened to do that, Michael reached inside the car. I heard the seat belt unlatch, and as I ran back to the car, I saw Michael start to pull Allen away from the steering wheel. Then, I don’t know how, Michael had pulled him backward, out of the car.

 

“He’s got a pulse. But he’s got multiple fractures, minimum,” Michael reported.

 

“We have to use their cell phones to call an ambulance.” As I blinked, he added, “Elaine’s phone has a pink cover. Get it and call 911—that’s for emergencies.”

 

I raced back to Elaine’s purse, grabbed her phone, and ran back. By this time, Allen was on the ground, but only a foot or so from the car. And there was something going on with the car, now…it looked unstable, to me, as an energy-being, rather than solid. I’d only seen this in the elderly, who were about to end their existence.

 

My unfamiliar fingers fumbled with the phone, but I was able to use it. I reported the emergency, said two people were on the side of the road after a crash, and gave the location. Before they could ask anything else, the phone went dead.

 

“Here. We need to get them to safety. Now!”

 

I helped Michael pull first Elaine, then Allen, about thirty feet. We did our best to protect their heads, but there wasn’t much time; we had to get them away from that car before it exploded.

 

Just as we got them both onto the nearby sidewalk, the car blew up. Even the foggy sky couldn’t hide that conflagration…surely someone would get here soon to take care of them. Right?

 

But before I could ask Michael anything, he yelled, “Now! Shift to the ethereal plane!”

 

I shifted planes, and saw Michael—now the Big Man, in his accustomed rainbow-prism form—dance over Allen’s body, then Elaine’s. “What are you doing?” I asked in pulse-speech.

 

“Changing faces,” he said succinctly.

 

“Huh?”

 

He took Elaine’s soul and bound it into Allen’s body, then put Allen’s soul into Elaine’s and bound it there as well. As the ambulance came, he told them, “Be well, children. This is the best I can do.”

 

“Why do this, though?” I asked. “It’ll disrupt so many things.”

 

“Separating them wouldn’t?”

 

“True…”

 

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Author Biography:

Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, and musician who holds two degrees in Music.

She has a particular fondness for the clarinet, lived in Nebraska for the better part of

three years, and appreciated the ability to combine both her loves with the writing of

Changing Faces.

 

Her other books are An Elfy on the Loose and A Little Elfy in Big Trouble (otherwise

known as the Elfy duology), while her short stories have appeared in a number of

places (most recently in Realms of Darkover). She’s also the co-writer of the Joey Maverick

series of stories (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey), so the next story you might see

from her could be military science fiction—or better yet, military science fiction with

romance.

 

She lives in Wisconsin.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: Barb Caffrey’s Elfyverse https://elfyverse.wordpress.com

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/BarbCaffrey

 

 

 

“True Love Matters to the Universe” Changing Faces by @BarbCaffrey #LGBT #Romance #ASMSG


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Title: CHANGING FACES

Author: Barb Caffrey

Genre: Contemporary LGBT Fantasy-Romance

Publisher: Twilight Times Books

 

Book Blurb:

Allen and Elaine are graduate students in Nebraska, have been together for seven years, and are engaged. They love each other very much, and have many things in common. Both play the clarinet, are teaching assistants, are well-respected and seem to have their lives firmly on track. In fact, their life should be idyllic, but Elaine’s past includes rape, neglect, and abuse from those who should’ve loved her—but didn’t, because from childhood, Elaine identified as transgender.

 

When Elaine tells Allen right before Christmas, he doesn’t know what to do. He loves Elaine, loves her soul, has heard about transgender people before, but didn’t think Elaine was one of them—she looks and acts like anyone else. Now, she wants to become a man and is going to leave.

 

He prays for divine intervention, and says he’ll do anything, just please don’t separate him from Elaine. And in the form of a car accident, he gets his wish.

 

Now, he’s in Elaine’s body. And she’s in his. But both were injured, and Allen’s old body (with Elaine inside) is in a coma.

 

Allen can’t tell anyone who he is. But one thing’s certain: if Elaine can wake up, he wants to be with her. He doesn’t care what body he’s in, or that he, too, is now transgender.

 

Why?

 

True love matters so much to the universe, once you have found your soulmate, the universe will do anything to keep you together—even change your faces.

 

Excerpt:

“Look, love. You are the same person regardless of what you look like, whether you present as male or female. I will always love you. I’m not about to abandon you. I just don’t understand why, if Ruby Rose can stay in her body as a gender-fluid person, you can’t stay in yours.”

 

Elaine’s gloved hand reached out, but before we actually touched, she drew back.

 

“I wish I could explain it, Allen. It’s like a compulsion; now that I’ve told the truth about

myself, I need to find out where that truth leads. And I’m not sure where that path is

going to go.” Her deep brown eyes filled with tears. “I don’t want to deceive you. I love

you too much for that.”

 

“Honesty is important,” I agreed. “Even so, how do you know that it’s not just

your depression talking?”

 

“I am depressed,” Elaine admitted. “But it’s mostly because I don’t feel right in

this body. I have never felt right in this body, and the longer I go on in this body, the

more wrong I feel!”

 

The car had warmed up enough now, so I couldn’t delay this any longer. “Just—

don’t leave me, Elaine. Let’s try to talk this out…” I turned onto the dimly-lit street, and

started to drive.

 

Elaine sat, silently, next to me, for blocks. Then, she said, “If you can’t accept me

as myself, in whatever body I might have down the road, how can we stay together?”

 

“All I’ve said is that I don’t know if I can accept you in a male body. I would find

it hard to make love to another man.” I swallowed hard, adding, “I’ve tried to put

myself in your place, and I can’t do it. I don’t know how it feels to be transgender. I do

know how it feels to be in love with you. I don’t want to lose you. I’ll do whatever it

takes. But I want you to go to counseling—isn’t there a very long period of counseling

you have to go through, before you change sexes outwardly?” I seemed to remember

that from Chaz Bono’s story; that had been discussed often, a few years back. “And you

don’t like going to counseling as it is!”

 

“I’ve not run into good ones, thus far.” Elaine turned her head to look out the

window.

 

I glanced that way, and saw ice hanging from the trees just off the street. Was

that a rainbow prism at the edge of my vision? I told myself I was just seeing things,

and kept driving.

 

“Mind, Jolene asked me the very same thing, earlier…” Elaine said, sounding

very far away. “I told her I’ll start counseling after Christmas.” Then, she smiled wryly, a

brief twist of her lips. “She told me to marry you and stop putting you off, too.”

 

“I knew I liked Jolene.”

 

We shared a laugh. Then I blurted out what I’d been thinking all the while.

 

“Elaine, please—I need you in my life. I love you so much…I don’t care what you

look like; I care that you’re you. Please don’t leave me.”

 

She continued to stare out the window, and said nothing.

 

Oh, Elaine, I thought. How can you do this?

 

I turned my attention back to the road, which was getting worse by the second. It

was rutted, slippery, and almost impassable. Worst of all, a gray fog had started to

blanket the road. I started looking for places to safely pull off, but I didn’t see much. The

few gas stations were already closed, and there were a number of cars waiting in those

parking lots.

 

If this continued, we’d have to break out our emergency supplies from the trunk.

I’d packed blankets, food, water…we even had some spare gas in a gas can, just in case.

So we’d live through the night, even if we’d not be comfortable doing it.

 

“I don’t like this fog,” Elaine muttered.

 

“I don’t, either,” I agreed as I drove through another bank of icy grayness. “Are

you sure you can’t just come back home?”

 

“Not yet. I don’t know why.” Then Elaine added in a very quiet voice, “I’m sorry.”

 

I continued to drive, my gloved hands gripping the steering wheel. “Don’t be.

You can’t help what you are.” Then, before I lost my nerve, I added, “I love you. No

matter what you are, no matter how you present yourself. I want to be with you. I just

don’t know if I can handle you in a male body…you only told me about this tonight, so

how can you expect me to acclimate like that?” As we stopped at a light, I snapped my

fingers, even though inside my gloves, they couldn’t make a sound.

 

“You’re right. I can’t,” Elaine said.

 

Something about how she said that, though, made me nervous.

 

“I need time to figure myself out,” she said, biting her lower lip in concentration.

“Maybe you should take me to a hotel.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I’m asking too much of you. I have to be on my own.”

 

I felt like shaking her. “You need counseling, and we both need rest. Why don’t

we go back home instead?”

 

“I can’t be there right now. Not like this.”

 

“Dammit, Elaine! I love you. Can’t you see that? Why else would I be out on a

night like this, if I didn’t?”

 

“I love you, too, but this isn’t going to work.” The set of her jaw bothered me;

she’d obviously made up her mind.

 

“It won’t work only if you decide it won’t,” I told her, trying to keep the edge out

of my voice. “Why won’t you listen to me?” I snuck a peek at Elaine. The beauty of her

oval face, her liquid brown eyes, her pointed, determined chin…how anyone that

beautiful could want to become a man, I didn’t know.

 

“Let’s not argue, Allen,” she said wearily. “I can’t bear it.”

 

“Okay, then.” But while I’d stopped talking, I hadn’t stopped thinking. Why does

Elaine want to become a man? Why? What have I done wrong, that she should want this? I

must have done something wrong, something terrible, for her to want this…

 

Inwardly, I prayed, hoping that God existed and would hear me despite my

usual disbelief. Oh God, if you’re listening . . .please don’t take my beautiful Elaine away from

me. I’ll do anything, absolutely anything…

 

My reverie was broken when the car went into a skid. “Hang on!” I yelled, while I

turned into the skid. That should’ve gotten us safely off the road, albeit into a ditch…

but it didn’t work.

 

Instead, something big, something solid, was in the way.

 

Something that shouldn’t have been there.

 

“Oh my God!” Elaine screamed.

 

I tried to reach out to her, to reassure her, but I couldn’t. My body just wouldn’t

respond.

 

Before I could worry about that, the world went black.

 

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Author Biography:

Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, and musician who holds two degrees in Music.

She has a particular fondness for the clarinet, lived in Nebraska for the better part of

three years, and appreciated the ability to combine both her loves with the writing of

Changing Faces.

 

Her other books are An Elfy on the Loose and A Little Elfy in Big Trouble (otherwise

known as the Elfy duology), while her short stories have appeared in a number of

places (most recently in Realms of Darkover). She’s also the co-writer of the Joey Maverick

series of stories (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey), so the next story you might see

from her could be military science fiction—or better yet, military science fiction with

romance.

 

She lives in Wisconsin.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: Barb Caffrey’s Elfyverse https://elfyverse.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/barb.caffrey.1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BarbCaffrey

 

 

The Spirit Well by @cyallowitz is a #Fantasy #FridayReads Gem! #bookreview #ASMSG


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Title: Legends of Windemere: The Spirit Well

Author: Charles E. Yallowitz

Genre: Sword & Sorcery, Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Born from the light and darkness, Dariana can no longer avoid her fate.

 

The final corrupted temple stands between the champions and Baron Kernaghan having their great battle. Only one problem: the Compass Key refuses to work with Dariana, who long ago wiped all memories of the Spirit Well from her mind. Now, they are forced to follow a trail of clues that Dariana’s former self left behind centuries ago. It is a path that will lead the champions into a part of their friend’s past that could tear them all apart.

 

Will the bonds of friendship be stronger than the call of blood?

 

My Review:

All is not as it appears in Windemere and the Champions are in for their greatest challenge. The final temple stands between them and the Baron. But before they get on their way, Nyx is at the receiving end of endless questions and accusations from her family concerning her relationship with her beloved. Are they married? When will they get married? Nyx’s temper flares and she returns to her lover’s arms for comfort.

 

The Champions band together and head to Rodillen then to the Spirit Well. The only problem is that Dariana’s memories are wiped clean (mysterious) and cannot remember where this final temple is located. When she asks the Mayor about it, she finds herself in a bind. Or is it all part of her plan?

 

Dariana’s father is the Baron and while she knows more than she lets on, her actions propel the Champions into a time where memories are fabricated and Luke is separated from the rest of the Champions. Is he dead? No one knows for sure. It takes the Champions working together as one to unravel the truth.

 

This book twisted my emotions and took me on an adventure I didn’t see coming. While Yallowitz drops clues along the way, when something big happens (won’t reveal what… you’ll have to read to find out), it was like the floor drops away. It was so shocking that I almost quit reading it. Almost. My curiosity kept me riveted to the story and the ending was even better than I could’ve hoped.

 

For all you fantasy romance readers out there, you’re in for a treat. Yallowitz adds the perfect blend of romance, intrigue, action and drama. I didn’t know the author was a romantic at heart. Well done!

 

If you’re a fan of The Two Towers, you’ll really love this book. It’s a standalone in the Windemere series with plenty of shocking twists and turns.

 

A must read for epic fantasy readers and if magic is more your thing, you’ll really love The Spirit Well.

 

My Rating:  4.5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn’t working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. ‘Legends of Windemere’ is his first series, but it certainly won’t be his last.

 

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Meretneith by Barbara Ann Cerda @bobann #bookreview #FridayReads #eroticromance


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Title: Meretneith

Author: Barbara Ann Cerda

Genre: Erotic Fantasy, Erotic Romance, MFM Romance

 

Book Blurb:

This is an erotic thriller about a 5,000-year-old female warrior known among her kind as the Protectress. Meretneith covertly leads the remnants of a civilization destroyed by catastrophic land shifts. Her highly evolved culture thrived long before humans walked upright to become an emotionally sentient race. As tribal leader, Meretneith roamed the ancient deserts of Kemet. The beauty now travels the world as a business leader and death dealer.

 

The novel chronicles, in character retrospections, the events that shaped the developing relationships between Meretneith’s tribe and humanity. As tribal law, she is mated to her brother Ptah from birth. Together they become both stewards of human civilization and guardians against the oldest tribe, the Hyksos. Meretneith’s tribe called them the Old Ones. Winning their freedom from this tribe long before the advent of human kind, they war to maintain that freedom.

 

Superior in strength and longevity, they lay hidden within human civilizations to secretly lead and protect.

 

Amassing great wealth the tribe shifts global economies and civilizations’ religious and moral self-perceptions. Threatened by their old enemy Meretneith’s ancestors devised a madman’s scheme. Because of the increased influence of the Hyksos, humanity’s movements toward events of self-destruction must be altered. The scheme incorporates an ambitious global economic initiative. The results will be the creation of offspring that heralds a genetically altered and stronger human race.

 

Enter the Chicago global financier Saul Ben Izrael who finds it hard at first to accept his new heart’s passions and legacy. As a subterfuge, Saul is recruited to head a global alliance. The promised completion of the project will create a realignment of sovereigns’ wealth. A larger than life urban economic warrior, he is drawn like a magnate to the possibilities of becoming a global economic power. This new project also offers him the love of the incredible beauty Meretneith, head of the largest organization of wealth in the world.

 

He is a stunning middle-aged giant of a man, who watched his life change in an instant when the beautiful female warrior entered it. Disguised as a global leader she swept him into a world of which he knew nothing. Tribal warriors and leaders Meretneith and brother Ptah were beautiful and 5,000 years old. Born in the deserts of ancient Kemet they came to Chicago to claim as their own the wealth builder Saul Ben Izrael.

 

Unbeknownst to Saul he is the Chosen One come to lead and defend human kind and to join in the fight against the Old Ones. The three awaken to an indescribable passionate bond. The evolution of a new human kind and the love that seals that bargain paves a magnificent journey.

 

My Review:

The world is older than you might think and humanity is on a path to self-destruction. Prophesy states there is a Chosen One who will join forces with Tribal Warriors Meretneith and her brother, Ptah (Egyptian Goddess and God retrospectively) and defeat their enemies, known as the Old Ones.

 

Saul Ben Izrael is a financial god in his own right and when the wealthy Neith Foundation asks for his bid on the biggest financial project the world has ever witnessed, he can’t resist. From the moment he walks into the Neith Foundation and lays eyes on beautiful CEO Meret Neith, he’s under her spell. She invites him to meet her brother in London, England and he accepts, not knowing his life will forever be changed. He’s the Chosen One and Meretneith needs her brother’s help converting Saul before the Old Ones seek their revenge.

Seductive, alluring, heady are what spring to mind when reading this book. Meretneith combines Egyptian mythology with contemporary fantasy. From the first page, I was consumed with the intertwining storylines and erotic scenes. Cerda blends history with modern day beautifully so I could suspend belief while reading. While it dragged a bit in the beginning and middle, plot-wise, the vibrant characters more than made up for it. A very well-written first book in the series that piqued my interest in reading more.

 

This book is an erotic romance/fantasy and I recommend readers 18+ due to adult situations, menage sex scenes and relationships.

 

I received a copy from the author in the hopes that I’d review it.

 

Favorite Character: Meretneith. I’m a sucker for a kick-ass female protagonist and Meretneith is that and so much more. Seductive, powerful (she’s a goddess) and passionate, Meretneith is all the female attributes I admire in one. It’s no wonder men worship her.

 

Favorite Quote: “Today she would prove to her tribe and all who would oppose her, that she would be the supreme tribal leader. Every sinew, every nerve had been prepared since birth for this moment. Countless hours in combat training, herbs and grains all prepared specifically to create her powerful body. She longed for the rising of Re and for the battle stage in the deserts of Kemet to begin.”

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Meretneith-Barbara-Ann-Cerda-ebook/dp/B00IBTDDME/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/meretneith-barbara-ann-cerda/1118733932?ean=2940148158998

 

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/meretneith

 

Publisher (all of Cerda’s books are on sale here) https://clublighthousepublishing.com/mvc1/authordisplay/Details?id=Barbara%20Ann%20Cerda

 

Author Biography:

Barbara Ann Cerda is a Project Manager and Business Writer, featured author in the E-magazines, Surface Earth and Money for Lunch, News and Opinions. From the United States, she has been part of the writing community for over ten years. She loves to write articles, create simple content to explain complex subjects, organize and revamp articles and help other business writers. She says that in learning communication and coaching skills through authoring.  It helps in becoming the constant evolutionist.  No matter the genre, she enjoys the instant gratification of improving and being productive online and in creating seductive writing.

 

Born in Austin Texas and growing up in Chicago Illinois has refined her life’s experiences and broaden her writing disciplines. The writer was educated in biology and economics at Northeastern Illinois University and Chicago City Colleges. Although her majors do not specify journalism or writing it is punctuated by higher-level course work in speech writing, business prose and lyrical critique.

 

Barbara Ann Cerda is at the award winning short story author of “Bobann”, winner of the Best 2004 and 2005 Short Story for actor Rutger Hauer’s foundation Starfish.

 

Social Media Links:

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Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Meretneith-304899699549001/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel

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LinkedIn http://www.linkedin.com/in/bobann

Skype barbara.cerda4

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

“I thought I lost you forever” The Highlander’s English Woman @RuthACasie #romance


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Title: The Highlander’s English Woman

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Laura Reynolds is in love with her long-time friend, Jamie Maxwell Collins. She adores his playful sense of humor, caring nature as well as his strong sense of family and honor.

Jamie lives across the border in Scotland. Outwardly carefree, he hides a dark secret. He can’t involve Laura in this deception. He can’t give her hope for a future together.

Laura stumbles upon Jamie’s secret. In her heart of hearts she knows Jamie is innocent. Their relationship in tatters and with no hope of reconciliation, she plays a deadly game to exonerate Jamie, she agrees to a political marriage. She has no idea the entire game has been orchestrated by her future husband, Jamie’s greatest enemy.

 

Excerpt:

“Hold me. Don’t let me go,” Laura said. She nuzzled his neck and sank into his strong embrace. “Love me,” she whispered in his ear. His muscles tensed in response. She wanted his arms around her, his lips touching hers.

They sank on the bed and held each other close. She was afraid to let him go, afraid the emptiness would find her, afraid of losing him, again. With an unending thirst, she focused on his mouth, the shape of his lips, the kisses that they promised.

His hand stroked the side of her body from her breast to her thigh, claiming them. One stroke of her breast and she tugged on his shirt. He didn’t hesitate. He obliged her and pulled it off. Her hand played down the hard planes of his chest. Her eyes widened at the sight of the scars on his chest.

“These weren’t here.” She traced them with her finger.

He stopped her hand and brought it to his lips. “Fighting for The Maxwell comes with a price. I don’t want to think of the Maxwell.” He kissed her fingertips. “I thought I lost you forever.”

She closed her eyes and reveled in the tingling sensation racing through her body and put her head on his shoulder.

He opened her bodice and stroked the top of her chest then, with trembling hands, touched her breasts. A low moan escaped her lips.

Jamie bent and kissed each breast.

He ignited a flame inside her that set her on fire. Delicious shudders pulsed through her. She pulled his head away and kissed him.

Her fingers traced the scars and the muscles of his chest danced at the light touch. “Where did you get this one?”

“In a fight with the English.” His rapt gaze focused on her face.

Her lips brushed against his skin.  His skin deckled in gooseflesh. Her finger moved on. “And this one?”

“A reiver attack,” his voice was husky and seductive.

The hooded passion in his eyes encouraged her. She kissed the scar and moved on. The tips of her fingers traced down his chest. “Here is another.” The scar snaked below his navel. Another kiss. Her fingers trailed down further.

He pulled her up and rolled on top of her. Her body instinctively arched against his. “You are mine.” His warm breath brushed against her face. Two heartbeats passed. “Do you hear me? You’re mine,” he said more urgently.

“Yes.” Her voice an intimate whisper. His lips tugged into a sideways grin.

His smile that made her bones go limp. It was his magic.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon/Kindle: https://amzn.com/B01LXYHNGS

 

Amazon Print: http://a.co/am0MfIq

 

iBook: http://apple.co/2eddatE

 

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-highlanders-english-woman-ruth-a-casie/1125365584?ean=2940157490539

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-highlander-s-english-woman

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing time travel romance. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http:// www.ruthacasie.com

 

Personal Blog:  http://www.ruthacasie.blogspot.com

 

Google+ https://plus.google.com/+RuthSeitelman

 

Twitter:  http://www.twitter.com/RuthACasie

 

FB Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/RuthACasie

 

LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/ruth-seitelman/6/6b7/964

 

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ruthacasie/

 

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4792909.Ruth_A_Casie

 

Guardian of the Way by @DianeMoatAuthor #YoungAdult #Fantasy #Books


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Title: Guardian of the Way

Author: Diane Moat

Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, Romance

 

Tagline:

When eighteen-year-old Cass discovers that she’s part fae, a battle begins among supernatural  creatures to appoint her the new Guardian who’ll open up the Way between the worlds.

 

Book Blurb:

It’s been two centuries since someone murdered the last Guardian of the Way, closing off this world from the many realms of magic and fae.

 

Cassiopeia “Cass” Wilson is an eighteen-year-old living on her own for the first time. The only magic she’s interested in is the kind that will help her pay the bills on time. Little does she know that a trip to the hospital after a fainting spell will change her life forever.

 

Cass soon learns she may be fae, and everything points to her being the next Guardian of the Way. There’s just one problem: whoever—or whatever—killed the last Guardian wants Cass dead too.

 

Cass quickly runs into problems, and an attack by djinn is just the first. But Cass joins forces with a wrath daemon, were-creatures, and fae on a quest to reach the Lighthouse—the site of the Way.

 

Cass soon learns about wizards desperate to keep the Way closed to serve their dark purposes, and she comes to a crossroads: will she take the test to become the new Guardian and leave her normal life behind? Or will the Way remain closed to all who need it?

 

Hear what readers are saying about Guardian of the Way:

“Cass Wilson takes us right along with her in this journey, revealing a world she never knew existed, with a diverse new tribe of companions, protectors, and friends. A must read for anyone who wonders what else is out there beyond what we can see.” by C.S.

 

“A strong story, full of surprises. Getting there is half the fun, but is she meant for this challenging job between many worlds? Quite worth a read.” by M. Hayden

 

Excerpt:

A massive lighthouse sits off the coast of Maine near the town of Cutler. The building has stood empty for over two-hundred years. Those who can make out the edifice view a tower of stone and paned glass unlike any other lighthouse they have ever seen. The specific dimensions are hard to determine as this structure, unlike most lighthouses, is not a single tower. Instead, it has a broader base than usual, with what appear to be turrets at the top. The construction may even consist of two buildings connected at the middle. But not many people question this odd lighthouse, or even wonder why it remains vacant. 

 

This is because most Humans can’t actually see the Lighthouse. A few who have a drop of Fey, Were or “Other” blood may perceive an ordinary lighthouse. And some instinct guides these souls to avoid the building, though they wouldn’t be able to voice why if they were asked. True Fey, Were, Vampires, and other supernatural beings can certainly identify the building known to them as the Lighthouse, but none of them dare try to enter. Those genuine descendants know the Way is blocked, and has been for the two-hundred years the Lighthouse has stood dark. 

 

The place has sat empty since the most recent Lighthouse Guardian died one horrible night at the pinnacle. The Guardian had only been Guardian for four-hundred years and was killed well before his time. Inside the Lighthouse lies the only permanent causeway (the “Way”) between the worlds of magic and the world of the mundane. Fey, Were, Vampires and other non-Humans, despite the barrier to journeying across from inside the Lighthouse, could still travel between these two worlds using costly magic spells—but such a trip is difficult and dangerous. The entrance to the Way closed at the time of the Guardian’s death, and neither magic nor mundane had been able to open it since.

 

On one late evening in particular, a large man sat under a tree just outside of Cutler, eating the stew his mate had made earlier and placed in a storage dish. The season was early fall, but already the nights had a bite to them. The man was on his third shift of watch duty in a row. He had pulled this job ten months previously and was glad the rotations were only a year long. He would be back home in Louisiana before the truly bitter winter was well underway.

 

The man was suddenly blinded by a light coming from the very top of the Lighthouse. The man’s reflexes were frighteningly quick, but even so he dropped his stew. Flabbergasted, he stared directly at the light for a full twenty seconds, until he no longer cared about the meal. He turned away from the brightness, and shedding his clothes, he found his legs shortening and his arms lengthening. In less than a minute, a large dark-grey Wolf shook himself once, then again. Glancing back for a final look at the Lighthouse, the Wolf began running toward the town. 

 

He wouldn’t stop running until he was at his pack leader’s house. From there, word would spread like a virus. Everything was different now. For somewhere in this ordinary domain, two minutes before, a brand-new Guardian had been born. 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Guardian-Way-Diane-Moat-ebook/dp/B01MFD7KNC

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32795260-guardian-of-the-way?from_search=true

 

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Author Biography:

When not creating fantastical worlds of young adult fiction, Diane Moat spends her time in Tennessee as an animal rescuer and nurse. Her various rescue dogs often assist her in the creative process.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DianeMoatAuthor/

Website http://www.dianemoatauthor.com/

Twitter @DianeMoatAuthor

Meet @DianeMoatAuthor and her New Release #FridayReads #books #fantasy


As many of you know, we love meeting new authors and introducing you to their books. It gives us great pleasure to introduce you to Diane Moat. She writes young adult fantasy with dashes of romance. Not only is she a talented storyteller but she loves bacon. She’s aces in our eyes and we hope you enjoy getting to know her better. Take it away, Diane: 

 

Do you have any odd writing habits?

I have four Chihuahuas, and one of them must be on my lap or next to me when I am writing. If none of them are around I have been known to go find one and put it on my lap! Somehow it helps me focus.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are very important, but I don’t usually know them in the beginning. As I write and get a picture of the character, the name comes along also.

 

Have you always liked to write?

Surprisingly, no. I only started writing a year ago, as a lark. Within a week I was hooked.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

If you love writing, write. Then write some more. Do it because you love it.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I read every review and try to respond to them all. The bad reviews don’t bother me and I appreciate whenever someone takes the time to give feedback. The harder thing for me is when someone gives the book a bad review/score and they haven’t read it. One person didn’t like the topic so gave me a one star review just from that. Those I still struggle with.

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

This is my second book. I wrote Dog Gone earlier this year. It is a novel about an animal rescuer turned vigilante toward animal abusers.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

At the end of my current novel, Guardian of the Way, Cass had many adventures ahead of her. She has started down that path and I should have the second book out in the Spring of 2017.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

Bacon. I admire folks who are vegetarians, but put bacon near me and I will eat it!

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Finding lost pets. It breaks my heart to see a lost pet sign and I would reunite every single one if I could.

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

Ireland. It’s where my ancestors are from. I would love to go on a tour of different castles.

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Three or four times a year I dream there is some emergency and my phone won’t work. It either won’t connect or the person on the other end can’t hear me. I haven’t figured that one out yet.

 

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Title: Guardian of the Way

Author: Diane Moat

Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, Romance

 

Tagline:

When eighteen-year-old Cass discovers that she’s part fae, a battle begins among supernatural  creatures to appoint her the new Guardian who’ll open up the Way between the worlds.

 

Book Blurb:

It’s been two centuries since someone murdered the last Guardian of the Way, closing off this world from the many realms of magic and fae.

 

Cassiopeia “Cass” Wilson is an eighteen-year-old living on her own for the first time. The only magic she’s interested in is the kind that will help her pay the bills on time. Little does she know that a trip to the hospital after a fainting spell will change her life forever.

 

Cass soon learns she may be fae, and everything points to her being the next Guardian of the Way. There’s just one problem: whoever—or whatever—killed the last Guardian wants Cass dead too.

 

Cass quickly runs into problems, and an attack by djinn is just the first. But Cass joins forces with a wrath daemon, were-creatures, and fae on a quest to reach the Lighthouse—the site of the Way.

 

Cass soon learns about wizards desperate to keep the Way closed to serve their dark purposes, and she comes to a crossroads: will she take the test to become the new Guardian and leave her normal life behind? Or will the Way remain closed to all who need it?

 

Hear what readers are saying about Guardian of the Way:

“Cass Wilson takes us right along with her in this journey, revealing a world she never knew existed, with a diverse new tribe of companions, protectors, and friends. A must read for anyone who wonders what else is out there beyond what we can see.” by C.S.

 

“A strong story, full of surprises. Getting there is half the fun, but is she meant for this challenging job between many worlds? Quite worth a read.” by M. Hayden

 

Excerpt:

A massive lighthouse sits off the coast of Maine near the town of Cutler. The building has stood empty for over two-hundred years. Those who can make out the edifice view a tower of stone and paned glass unlike any other lighthouse they have ever seen. The specific dimensions are hard to determine as this structure, unlike most lighthouses, is not a single tower. Instead, it has a broader base than usual, with what appear to be turrets at the top. The construction may even consist of two buildings connected at the middle. But not many people question this odd lighthouse, or even wonder why it remains vacant. 

 

This is because most Humans can’t actually see the Lighthouse. A few who have a drop of Fey, Were or “Other” blood may perceive an ordinary lighthouse. And some instinct guides these souls to avoid the building, though they wouldn’t be able to voice why if they were asked. True Fey, Were, Vampires, and other supernatural beings can certainly identify the building known to them as the Lighthouse, but none of them dare try to enter. Those genuine descendants know the Way is blocked, and has been for the two-hundred years the Lighthouse has stood dark. 

 

The place has sat empty since the most recent Lighthouse Guardian died one horrible night at the pinnacle. The Guardian had only been Guardian for four-hundred years and was killed well before his time. Inside the Lighthouse lies the only permanent causeway (the “Way”) between the worlds of magic and the world of the mundane. Fey, Were, Vampires and other non-Humans, despite the barrier to journeying across from inside the Lighthouse, could still travel between these two worlds using costly magic spells—but such a trip is difficult and dangerous. The entrance to the Way closed at the time of the Guardian’s death, and neither magic nor mundane had been able to open it since.

 

On one late evening in particular, a large man sat under a tree just outside of Cutler, eating the stew his mate had made earlier and placed in a storage dish. The season was early fall, but already the nights had a bite to them. The man was on his third shift of watch duty in a row. He had pulled this job ten months previously and was glad the rotations were only a year long. He would be back home in Louisiana before the truly bitter winter was well underway.

 

The man was suddenly blinded by a light coming from the very top of the Lighthouse. The man’s reflexes were frighteningly quick, but even so he dropped his stew. Flabbergasted, he stared directly at the light for a full twenty seconds, until he no longer cared about the meal. He turned away from the brightness, and shedding his clothes, he found his legs shortening and his arms lengthening. In less than a minute, a large dark-grey Wolf shook himself once, then again. Glancing back for a final look at the Lighthouse, the Wolf began running toward the town. 

 

He wouldn’t stop running until he was at his pack leader’s house. From there, word would spread like a virus. Everything was different now. For somewhere in this ordinary domain, two minutes before, a brand-new Guardian had been born. 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Guardian-Way-Diane-Moat-ebook/dp/B01MFD7KNC

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32795260-guardian-of-the-way?from_search=true

 

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Author Biography:

When not creating fantastical worlds of young adult fiction, Diane Moat spends her time in Tennessee as an animal rescuer and nurse. Her various rescue dogs often assist her in the creative process.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DianeMoatAuthor/

Website http://www.dianemoatauthor.com/

Twitter @DianeMoatAuthor

 

 

 

Meet Olek from The Light Behind the Storm @libraryoferana #POTLReads #FridayReads


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Today, it is our pleasure to welcome Olek – the Shadowdancer from The Light Behind the Storm series by A. L. Butcher.

Greetings to you. I am the Shadowdancer, but you may call me Olek.

 

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

Stupidity. I don’t mean a lack of learning for most folks have not the luxury of education. I mean a failure to notice what is before them, or if they do to simply dismiss it as of no consequence.

Unfortunately, Erana is inhabited by many stupid people – those who do not see the truth but instead choose to ignore what is obvious.

 

What is your current state of mind?

Cautious. I am always so. If I were not cautious I’d likely be dead. I am a hunter of men, and of lies, sometimes of property and I seek to know my enemy and my prey. Those who work for the Oncoming Storm do so carefully and with discretion, for our fate otherwise is death, be it from his hand or more likely the hand of the Order of Witch-Hunters.  I have seen him kill those who have betrayed him and I have seen the Order kill far more for lesser crimes.

We dabble in the politics of the land, we kill and steal, we save and educated and if we are caught the Order will destroy us. But now the stakes are higher and so, I am sure, the price will be. Would I change this? No. I don’t think so. My life belongs to the Oncoming Storm and I give it willingly to his service and his cause.

 

On what occasion do you lie?

I am a lie. I am a rumour and a threat. Our whole life must be a falsehood in a world where magic is forbidden and elves and half-elves such as myself are naught but slaves. But I am the Shadowdancer – Lord of the Shadows and the shadows watch.

 

What is the quality you most like in a man?

The ability to do what must be done – even if it’s unpleasant.

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

You’d probably have to ask my lady Ozena… I’d dare not say anything else.

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

I’m still alive.

 

If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

If I’m honest I’d come back as myself. I like myself and I’m good at what I do. The master values me, and our affection is strong. Not many elves can say that. Besides I don’t know how to be someone or something else.

I doubt I wield the sort of power to return from death. I am not a mage, although I am a user of magic in one of its forms. Or so my master tells me. Necromancy? That’s the sorcery of returning things from the dead, is it not? That’s fae magic, wicked magic. For those who are dead should not return. Apparently if the will is strong enough, or powerful enough the soul – I suppose you’d call it that – might return, or at least not depart. I’m merely a weapon adept, and such mysteries are another man’s to know.

 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Slavery. I have been a slave. I am a half-elf. I have no rights; I am but property. At least that is what the Order of Witch-hunters would say.  In truth, I’m probably the elf with the most influence and liberty in the whole of the land.  Archos treats me well and I may come and go as I please, at least within his lands.  If I ever get captured, and Archos doesn’t come for me then I’d rather die than be a slave again. Trust me when I say a few of my captors won’t see the dawn either.

 

What is it that you most dislike?

The Order of Witch-Hunters. I hate those bastards. They prey on the innocent and enforce what passes for law here, simply because they believe it to be their right. How can the law be just when it automatically discriminates simply on race or magical ability?

 

How would you like to die?

Gloriously. Either that or at a ripe old age bedding my thirteenth wife.

 

Thank you for taking the time to sit down with me today. For more information or to read the exciting adventures of Olek, see below:

 

Title: The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I and The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles Book II

Author: A.L. Butcher

Genre: Fantasy/Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I

In a dark world where magic is illegal and elves are enslaved a young elven sorceress runs for her life from the house of her evil Keeper. Pursued by his men and the corrupt Order of Witch-Hunters she must find sanctuary. As the slavers roll across the lands stealing elves from what remains of their ancestral home the Witch-Hunters turn a blind eye to the tragedy and a story of power, love and a terrible revenge unfolds.

 

The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book II

Who rules in this game of intrigue where magic is forbidden and elves enslaved? Journey where beliefs shatter like glass, truth is unwelcome and monsters from ancient times abound: share the romance and revenge, magic and passion, and the wages of greed in a world of darkest fantasy.

 

Please note these are both 18+ age-rated

 

Excerpt – From the Light Beyond the Storm – Book I:

 

Olek stayed in shadow and walked in silence, forever gaining upon his prey. As Petrus stepped towards the door, he was suddenly grabbed with a gloved hand across his mouth. He saw the edge of a crossbow bolt in the sleeve attached to the hand now gripping his hair as he tried to turn his head and was dragged back behind the house. As he struggled, a voice said close to his ear, “At this range I reckon I can hit the door yonder. Your brain will merely impede the speed it hits. Struggle, lad, and I will test my theory.”

The young man was forced into a small empty courtyard with no windows overlooking it, as it was full of rubbish and refuse. The voice in his ear said, “How nice privacy…”

The hand was removed from his mouth and Petrus blustered, “Who do you think you are, common thief? I will see you flogged through the streets then hanged. My father is an important man! Unhand me.”

Petrus found himself with a sharp blade pressed against his groin, the deadly edge close to his privates. He could feel the weight of the blade pressing into him. The shadows played around him and the voice in his ear softly replied, “Unhand me? Please, could you not think of less of a cliché? Move or scream and your balls will be rolling in the gutter before the cry is finished.” The young man tried to turn and felt the edge of the blade press against him again and the voice hissed, “The city guard would never find me, for I am the shadows. Now who would this illustrious father be that I am to be so afraid of?”

Trying to look down and as he moved, the swift edge of the blade split the silk of Petrus’ breeches. “My father’s men will hunt you down,” he managed, now feeling distinctly less brave.

Olek yawned loudly. “By all means, call his men. They will be hunting a shadow, a ghost. Much expense will be used, to no avail. How much is your life worth to him, do you think? Not only do you deem it suitable to rape young women and brag about your prowess to your friends, but really, you are extremely dull in conversation. If you answer my questions, you might yet live. Believe me when I say I could take you to a man who would not be as…merciful as I, for what you have done and said. A man who could no doubt keep you alive for some while, although I doubt you would be in much of a state to enjoy that life. Now who are you? This young lady whom you found so…enjoyable, where is she?”

With the blade against his skin, Petrus’ courage failed him. His voice trembled as he whispered, “I am Petrus, son of Lord Renfrew. The girl, the little virgin whore, she is in the Mermaid. She was just an elf. I paid the price thus she was mine.”

There was a hiss from behind him and the blade moved yet closer to his balls. Suddenly there was sharp pain as the edge scratched him, not quite breaking the skin. He whimpered and tried to back up. The voice continued, “There was mention of an elven girl called Dii. How do you know her? The other fellows, who were they?”

Petrus swallowed and whispered, “Just a little slut…er…I mean, girl that I had a while ago, a Kept of Lord Tremayne, used to share her around. Little witch warmed his bed too when that human witch bored him. Just an elf Kept, no one of importance, just some fun for the menfolk…the others…oh…er…fellows I just met.”

“Oh, now, lad, you were doing so well… You seemed too intimate to be mere acquaintances.” Olek smiled beneath his cloak.

Petrus felt the blade against him and with a whimper and a squeak, he felt the skin break and a thin trickle of blood begin to flow, soon joined by wetter warmth as he pissed his breeches. Suddenly the only focus was the blade against him and he squeaked, “Just a little Kept whore, I swear, merely Tremayne’s girl. The others, oh, just Janik of Argen; Edwaen, son of the House of Andert; and Reflin, son of the House of Sardak, the merchant.”

Olek twisted his wrist and drew his blade deep into the man’s private parts and as he fell screaming, drew the sword across his throat, cutting off the scream to a gurgle. Crouching, letting the blood flow away from him, he hissed, “Women are not yours to use, elf or not. I do not like a man who betrays his friends. This information will be most useful.”

 

Buy Links:

Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I

Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Light-Beyond-Storm-Chronicles–ebook/dp/B0088DQO9C

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-light-beyond-the-storm-chronicles-alexandra-butcher/1114796078

I Tunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/light-beyond-storm-chronicles/id615134765?mt=11

 

The Shining Citadel – The Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book II

Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/The-Shining-Citadel-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00D4CF6W8

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Author Biography: A. L. (Alexandra) Butcher is the British author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series, and several short stories in the fantasy and fantasy romance genres.  She is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet and a dreamer. When she is grounded in the real world she likes science, natural history, history and monkeys. Her work has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Blog:                      https://libraryoferana.wordpress.com/

Goodreads:        https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6430414A_L_Butcher

Amazon:              http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alexandra-Butcher/e/B008BQFCC6/

Twitter:                @libraryoferana

Facebook:           https://www.facebook.com/DarkFantasyBeyondTheStorm

 

 

 

 

Princess of the Light New Blurb and Excerpt #ASMSG #IARTG #TuesdayBookBlog


Princess

 

Title: Princess of the Light

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: September 2, 2014

 

Tagline:

Mary’s the Princess of the Light but her only hope is to make a pact with her enemy.

 

Blurb:

Mary Miller receives a startling visitation from Gabriel, the Messenger of God. The Archangel reveals an astounding truth–Mary is the Princess of the Light and even more amazing, her destiny is to battle Lucifer’s army of demons and restore the balance of good and evil on Earth. It’s getting harder to fulfill her new role and keep her identity secret while juggling her personal life, and when Than, Lucifer’s second in command, amps up the attacks on her, she knows she needs help.

Joe Deacons is everything she’s ever wanted in a man. And as providence would have it, in a moment of great need, he’s the Warrior of Light–the one who can help her defeat the forces of darkness.

Not so simple when they confront Lisbeth, a demon hell-bent on usurping Than and Lucifer himself.  When Lisbeth wages war and several innocent people die, Mary must form an alliance with her enemy in order to destroy her.  But will this be a grave error or the choice that saves their world?

 

Excerpt:

I sunk into the water, and let the suds and scent of lavender engulf me.  The stress of the day finally began to melt away.

My body jolted.

I was in the middle of the desert. There were grass huts and women with hajjis walking quickly around me. Something whizzed past my ear, and a deafening explosion rocked me off my feet. I instinctively curled my body in a fetal position.

I listened for the screams to start, but it was eerily silent. I glanced around, but all I saw was water.

I was still in the bath. What had just happened? Was that a vision? Had I fallen asleep?

My headache was a dull thud now.

A knock on the washroom door made me gasp. I sat upright in the tub and heard my roommate call in, “Mary, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just must have fallen asleep.”

“Amber, what time is it?” I looked down at my pruney fingers and wondered how long I was in the tub.

Amber said, “It’s five thirty.”

I leaned forward and turned on the hot water. The bath water had gotten cold while I had drifted off.

I leaned back as the warm water ran over my toes and closed my eyes, wondering what I should wear tonight. I wanted to look beautiful for Joe. I began to picture every outfit in my closet, and tried to imagine his reaction to it.

A shiver ran down my back and I faintly hear the water splash over the edge.

I opened my eyes and tried to scream. All that came out was a reverse gasp, and I pulled my towel in to cover my body.

A small child was in the tub with me. He couldn’t be older than five. Blood was running down his face, and his body was covered in sand mixed with congealing blood. He was clinging to my towel, and I didn’t know whether to let go of it or yank it back from him. His dark hair was wet with fresh blood. My heart filled with sadness and I quit trying to scream.

As I clung to my own towel, I didn’t know what was happening or what I should do.

The little boy raised his head and more sadness poured into my heart. His eyes were dark pools of grief and despair. They pleaded with me, begging me to help.

How? I mouthed silently.

I jumped when he began to move slowly toward me. He lifted one arm and spoke in a language I didn’t recognize. I didn’t know exactly what his words meant, but I understood what he was saying: He was hurt and needed help.

The closer he came, the more my fear eased and the pain increased. He reached for my arm. His hand was bloodied, and it sent a jolt of electricity and agony throughout my body. I tried to pull away, but his grip was locked on my arm. His eyes turned black and murky, and a voice not his own spoke.

“Princess, help my people,” it said.

I shook my head.

“Let go!” I tried to scream again.

The little boy disappeared, and I jumped out of the bathtub, wet towel still wrapped around my body, and crumbled to the floor. The blood was smeared all around me, and I looked at my arm. The blood was still there, too.

I whimpered, scrubbed at my arm until it was raw, and yet I could still see the blood.

 

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Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/5008419

 

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23009005-princess-of-the-light

 

couple N N Light

 

Author Bio: N. N. Light is the husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N. Mrs. N. has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let’s just say she was a born storyteller.

They’re blissfully happy and love all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light.

Most of the time you can find them on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. They’re a proud member of ASMSG, Independent Author Network and Marketing for Romance Writers.

In addition to being authors, they’re also book promoters/reviewers, social media marketers/influencers and the owners of N. N. Light Author Promotions. They both love books, have ever since they were young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives them great pleasure.

100% of the proceeds of Princess of the Light go directly to food banks (US and Canada) in order to feed the hungry and help those in need. With only 7,500 books sold, N. N. Light will be able to set up a monthly endowment for the local food bank.

They’d love to connect with you either via email or via these various social media sites:

Website: http://princessofthelight.com

Blog: https://princessofthelight.wordpress.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/nnlight

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/NNP_W_Light

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/nnlight

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Get to Know Author A. L. Butcher @libraryoferana #fantasy #authorinterview #bookpromo


As many of you know, I’m a big fantasy reader, have been ever since I read Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis. Fantasy allows me to escape the hum-drum world of Earth and travel to a place where anything is possible. So when I meet a fantasy author I love, I want to tell you all about him/her. It’s my great pleasure to introduce you to British Fantasy Author A. L. Butcher. You may know her better as “Library of Erana”. She agreed to sit down with me for a candid interview. She reveals all sorts of sage advice and fascinating facts. Take it away, A. L.: 🙂

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

The Count of Monte Cristo. It’s a masterpiece of revenge, historical drama, intrigue and redemption. Fantasy wise – Soul Music, or Thud by Terry Pratchett. The late Mr Pratchett was a genius combining a rapier wit and shrewd intelligence with an easy style of storytelling. The Discworld is a parody of medieval Europe, and it’s cleverly done. I find there is a lot of humanity in the work, and a lot of ‘normal’ people becoming heroes. Only a true master could make the Grim Reaper one of the funniest characters in literature. Soul Music I love because it’s about the immortality of music and how it captives people. Music gets into the soul and makes us more than we were. It’s sad too – as Death appears (capitalised on purpose) and that even a good thing cannot last forever. The Discworld books deal with survival, courage, human emotions, life, death, politics, religion and so much more, all wrapped up in a world which is familiar yet strange.

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

Archos – Ian McKellan or possibly Hugh Jackman

Dii – Evangeline Lily or Emma Watson or Jessica Chastain

Olek – Chris Hemsworth or Chris Pratt

Ozena (she’s the hardest one for me to cast) – Keira Knightly or Emma Watson

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

  1. Finishing my degree. I was quite ill at university and various family members were also diagnosed with serious illnesses around that time so it was pretty stressful. I actually ended up studying part time for a while, but I worked as well so I had to manage study, work and deal with illness and depression. I was amazed I finished and delighted with the grade I got – I was expecting a much lower result.
  2. Publishing the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles – Book I. Whilst I was writing my mother was in the latter stages of cancer, and my father becoming increasingly disabled. I managed to finish the first edition of the book and take a copy to my parents a few weeks before Mum passed away. Despite everything she’d gone through with ops, and chemo and the dreadful toll of cancer on her body and mind she was so happy and proud. That was the first time I’d seen her smile for a good while. As it took a bit longer to produce the print edition than the e-book she knew about it already and had told everyone. I mean EVERYONE – neighbours, family, friends, nurses, the doctor…. For a while she was happy. After she’d gone to sleep I crept away and cried as I knew she didn’t have long left but also because I’d made a dying woman, whom I loved very much, smile.

Have you always liked to write?

Yes of course. I think writing is like any other art form – either you can do it, or you can’t. Practice hones the skill, that goes without saying but the creativity is always there. The essence of the story is in you. Being a writer isn’t just something you do, it is what you are. Even if you never publish the story you are still creating that tale, that world, those characters.

I write poetry and short stories too. At school I used to get asked to write something for the school display. I wrote a lot of fanfic, adventures for games and short pieces when I was younger. I’m not saying those were any good but I wrote them more for myself. I played tabletop and roleplay games for years so coming up with adventures for those was a lot of fun. My first novel actually came out of a mix of an adventure I’d written for something and an idea for a particular world that I’d had for a while.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

  1. Keep writing. Even if no one reads it but you write it anyway.
  2. Write what you want to read and what makes you happy. Don’t confirm to something simply because you think you should, or someone tells you ‘romance is hot this month’. Forcing a book will be just that – forced and it will show. If you like something someone else will. Not everyone, but then that’s true of all art, but someone surely will.
  3. Grow a thick skin. As I’ve said not everyone will like what you write. Do you like every book you read? I doubt it. Some people like to say what they think and that is true for good and bad reviews. Suck it up. If you will get upset by reviews then don’t read them.
  4. If you do decide to self-publish then go for it but read the FAQ, TOS and forums BEFOREHAND. It will save you a lot of hassle if you understand the rules and restrictions of the particular site.
  5. Don’t expect to get rich quickly. Be realistic. You’d be amazed how many people go on the KDP forums whining about their book not selling a zillion copies in the first week. Why should it? Even if the book is amazing there are millions of books out there. You need to be a marketer, accountant, formatter, promotor and get a whole heap of other skills as well as being a writer. At least unless you have the money to pay someone else. Many books, especially self-pubbed books, don’t sell more than a few copies and don’t sell consistently. Some do, and some do very well but the vast majority don’t bring in a lot. This takes me back to point 2. Write what YOU want and for the love of it. Success is relative.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I do read them sometimes but I try not to obsess about them. Shit happens, people don’t like things. Readers miss something, or pick up on something random. Or there is too much sex/violence/world-building or not enough.

Every reader is different. What I like in a book (such as good world building and fascinating characters) might not be as important to someone else. That person might consider rich building as an info dump, or a ‘fascinating’ character as bloody annoying.

For every reader who likes your book there will be one who doesn’t. It happens. Try not to let it bother you.

Look at a popular book – say 50 Shades of Grey. Now I gave up before I even got to the end of the sample I thought it was that bad. But plenty of people disagree and think it’s great.  Look at any book on Amazon, Barnes and Noble or Smashwords and there will be a mix of reviews.

Don’t respond to reviews. It’s a BAD, BAD idea. The internet is at one and the same time very large and very small. A snarky comment to that negative reviewer will likely be shared with said reviewer’s friends, who may then share it on, or blog about that rude author. It’s not worth it. Comments typed in the spur of the moment, particularly angry comments, will stay around for ever. Nothing ever truly vanishes from the internet.

Many readers don’t want to engage with the author and don’t like authors commenting on reviews. Even just a thank you might be seen as inappropriate.  It’s not worth it unless the reviewer makes a point of asking.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

Combat scenes. In the last couple of books there have been fight scenes between multiple combatants. So it’s working out who is where, who is fighting whom and with what, whether the fight scenes are actually realistic. I mean how DO you fight someone with a sword? How DOES a longbow work? The author needs to know realistic weapons, fighting styles, armour, anatomy and logistics.  Heroic fights, with willing suspension of disbelief, are great but they can’t be too unrealistic. Poking a sword in someone still hurts. Battle is dangerous, people die or are wounded. It’s exhausting. Two of my main characters are magic users but that too needs to be limited. Magic demands a price and the more potent the spell the higher that price. The mages can’t just keep zapping away with no cost, that’s just stupid.

I think one of the hardest scenes I’ve written was the aerial combat scene in Of Blood and Scales in Heroika: Dragon Eaters. A warrior and his wing-man on griffin-back fighting a dragon, whilst trying to avoid being skewered by claws, snapped on by teeth and melted by caustic breath. I must have re-written that damn scene about eight or nine times. The editor didn’t run away screaming so I must have done something right.

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Let me see, I have three novels, two short story collections, a stand alone short story, and a few anthology pieces.

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Currently I’m working on a novella for my Tales of Erana short fiction series. It’s the companion series for the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles and set in the same world but featuring tales of lore, legend or side-characters. There is also a fourth novel for Light Beyond, but only just started that, and a couple of other short story ideas. At some point I’ve promised an historical short based during the time of Magna Carta so I have to research a bit more for that. Oh and I am planning a roleplay system for my world, but that’s a massive project so for now it lives in my WIP folder and gets added to occasionally.

Do you write naked?

Hahaha. Now that would be telling….

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I don’t smoke, and I drink rarely now. I used to drink a lot at college/uni – far too much really. My vice now? Books. I buy a lot of books, far more than one person can read. I like books. My partner says I’m a hoarder too.

What do you want your tombstone to say?

‘I told you so’, or possibly ‘if you can’t be a good example you’ll have to be a terrible warning.’

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Invisibility. I could have all sorts of fun with that.

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

New Zealand

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

A monkey. I love monkeys – they are clever, naughty and resourceful. Or possibly a squirrel. I was obsessed with them as a child. I even wanted to be a squirrel ‘when I grew up’, and my imaginary friend was a squirrel called Patch.

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Oh gosh.

Go in a hot air balloon

Finish all the books I have planned

Eat a real Chinese meal in a Chinese restaurant in China

Ditto Italian food

See the Aurora Borealis

Learn to sing properly

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

Odd, lol! I was an imaginative child (see the answer about squirrels). I was often in trouble for daydreaming in the boring lessons at school. I was rebellious too. Nothing too awful, well I didn’t think it was awful….

My favourite toy? A squirrel called Silky (another imaginary friend in the squirrel colony). We had been to Bournemouth on holiday and there was this awesome toyshop filled with teddies and other stuffed animals. I remember vividly because the shop assistant wrapped him in purple tissue paper. I loved that toy so much. It went everywhere. I think he went on every holiday since I was about 4, he went to school sometimes – as we were allowed to take in a toy at junior/middle school at the end of term. He slept in my bed. I still have him, the poor soul has an eye missing, his fur is very threadbare and one of his ears is hanging off, but he lives on top of the wardrobe now.

 

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Title: The Light Beyond The Storm Chronicles – Book I

Author: A. L. Butcher

Genre: Fantasy/Fantasy Romance/Sex and Sorcery

LBTS Book I

 

Book Blurb:

In a dark world where magic is illegal and elves are enslaved a young elven sorceress runs for her life from the house of her evil Keeper. Pursued by his men and the corrupt Order of Witch-Hunters she must find sanctuary. As the slavers roll across the lands stealing elves from what remains of their ancestral home the Witch-Hunters turn a blind eye to the tragedy and a story of power, love and a terrible revenge unfolds.

 

Buy Links:

Available as an e-book in all the Amazon stores, Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Apple, and the Smashwords associate stores.

http://www.amazon.com/Light-Beyond-Storm-Chronicles–ebook/dp/B0088DQO9C

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/290716

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-light-beyond-the-storm-chronicles-alexandra-butcher/1114796078

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/light-beyond-storm-chronicles/id615134765?mt=11

 

Also available as a paperback on Createspace and Amazon.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/1481255622

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1481255622

 

Audio Book

http://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Sci-Fi-Fantasy/The-Light-Beyond-the-Storm-Chronicles-Book-1-Audiobook/B01DAQSCIC/

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http://www.amazon.com/Light-Beyond-Storm-Chronicles-Book/dp/B01DASVPLQ/

 

A L Butcher

 

Author Biography: A. L. Butcher is the British author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles fantasy series, and several short stories in the fantasy and fantasy romance genres.  She is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet and a dreamer. When she is grounded in the real world she likes science, natural history, history and monkeys.  Her work has been described as ‘dark and gritty’ and her poetry as evocative.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: http://libraryoferana.wordpress.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6430414.A_L_Butcher

Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alexandra-Butcher/e/B008BQFCC6/

Twitter: @libraryoferana

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DarkFantasyBeyondTheStorm

 

 

Check Out This #FantasyRomance: Mystic’s Touch by @DenaGarson + #Giveaway! #bookpromo #romance


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Title – Mystic’s Touch

 

Author – Dena Garson

 

Genre – Fantasy Romance

 

 

Book Blurb –

Danet is a simple servant-turned-physician with one too many voices in her head. How she ended up being able to speak to the royal Prince with only their thoughts is beyond her but their unusual connection may end up saving his life.

 

 

After his father’s death, Prince Ceros was poised to assume the throne until he fell victim to a mysterious illness. He may be a glorious example of male perfection, but he also holds the power to expel Danet from the kingdom if her extraordinary gifts ever come to light. Gifts she may need call upon in order to heal him.

 

 

The laws of man might stand the test of time, but destiny is a force to be reckoned with, and true love will not be denied.

 

 

 

Excerpt  –

She took a moment to look around the room. She had never been in the prince’s chambers before yesterday and even then she had been so focused on why she could hear his thoughts she didn’t take in her surroundings. The furnishings were surprisingly sparse.

 

It’s a functional space, he said, obviously picking up on her thoughts. I haven’t lived here for several years and my visits were often short when I did return home.

 

But it is home.

 

Yes. He paused. Yes, it is.

 

Danet set the basket of linens on the floor not far from the bed. The bed itself was oversized, obviously made to accommodate the prince’s large frame. However it was a simple structure. A mattress set upon a platform, neither far from the ground. The linens were plain but of the finest quality.

 

The prince had been placed in the center with a sheet covering his lower half.

 

Before she looked at his face, she reminded herself she had company in her head and shouldn’t comment on anything she saw. The last time she had a glimpse of the prince she remembered thinking he was handsome enough that he would never have to worry about finding his princess.

 

So, how are you today? she asked, struggling for neutral conversation.

 

He growled. How he managed to project the sound in her head puzzled her, yet made her smile. I am alive.

 

Have the physicians checked on you yet?

 

Yes. I have endured poking and prodding again this morning.

 

Did they say anything?

 

I heard two people whispering that, other than an increased heartbeat, they didn’t detect any changes. They worried that Darius would not be pleased.

 

I’m sure he isn’t.

 

I worry more about Mother and how she is handling this so soon after Father.

 

Your mother is a very strong, capable woman. She will do what she has to do to see you well and to cope with whatever comes her way.

 

The prince paused. You are right. Another pause. Thank you.

 

I speak only the truth.

 

She allowed him a moment to let the thought sink in. As she waited, it occurred to Danet the connection had become stronger and she could hear him much better. It sounded as if he were speaking from across the room instead of down an empty hall.

 

I am going to change your bed linens to make myself busy lest it appear I came in here just to admire your princely beauty.

 

You may admire my princely beauty as well. His appreciation of her sarcasm came through their connection.

 

She snorted. I am sure you have an ample supply of ladies to do that. I’ll stick with trying to heal you.

 

 

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Dena Garson is an award winning author of contemporary, paranormal and fantasy romance. Her sixth book, Mystic’s Touch, won the 2015 Passionate Plume for Futuristic/Fantasy/Sci-Fi as well as the 2015 Reader’s Choice Award for Science Fiction/Fantasy/Time Travel. Ghostly Persuasion was a finalist in the 2014 Passionate Ink contest and the 2014 Reader’s Choice Award.

 

Currently she is working on three different manuscripts in the fantasy/paranormal/sci-fi romance genre while she waits to hear back on her latest contemporary romance submission.

 

Dena is the President Elect of the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal Chapter of Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing you can find her at her jewelry workbench playing with beads. She is also a devoted Whovian and Dallas Cowboys fan.

 

 

 

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Columba and the Cat by Michael B. Caffrey @BarbCaffrey #bookreview #99cents #ASMSG


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Title: Columba and the Cat (The Columba Chronicles Book 1)

Author: Michael B. Caffrey

Genre: fantasy, magical realism, short story

 

Book Blurb:

Meet Princess Columba of Illinowa. She’s a magician, a scholar, and is currently the heir to the throne…but she wants no part of it. Because she’s royalty, she’s had trouble meeting men, and she’s tired of dealing with people in search of a title rather than herself.

 

Into her life comes a mysterious cat. She rescues the cat, takes him into the palace, and starts having unusual dreams — dreams of a man who understands her, cares about her, and loves her. Not her title.

 

Unbeknownst to Columba, the cat is a shapeshifter. He, too, is royal, albeit from far away. And he’s the man of her dreams…that is, when he’s not in the form of a cat.

 

Then the dream-man shows up, and the cat disappears. Columba must decide whether or not to believe in her dreams — and hope that somehow, the magical romance she’s found is here to stay.

 

Note to readers: This is a novella.

 

My Review:

Love comes in all shapes and sizes; you’ll never know when it’ll appear. This is the premise of Columba and the Cat, a fantastic romantic fantasy short story. Meet Princess Columba, heir to the throne and a studying magician. She’s an independent princess and dreams of practicing magic at the highest level. She has no interest in the kingdom of Illinowa and doesn’t want the throne. She’ll leave that to her younger (and most annoying) brother. Love, according to Columba, is a mystery.

One day, she rescues a cat from the clutches of the royal dogs. Even though her father, the king, has banned cats from the kingdom, she takes the cat back to her quarters and takes care of him. She calls him Cat and finds him delightful company. It’s as if he understands her and a bond soon forms between them.

Princess Columba has no idea that Cat is in fact a shapeshifting royal prince from a distant land. He comes to her in dreams as himself and courts her. He loves her for what’s inside, not her title.

When the time comes, will their love overcome all or will they be destined to be star-crossed lovers?

I loved this romantic fantasy story! Michael Caffrey weaves a love story unlike any other and I was instantly captivated. He wrote this back in 2003, long before shifter romances became popular. He was certainly ahead of his time and it’s a shame he passed away in 2004.

If you’re looking for a quick romance with fantasy/magical elements, grab this story. I read it during my lunch hour and the best part is that it’s only $.99! I’m looking forward to more stories in this series.

 

Favorite Character: Princess Columba is one of those delightful fantasy heroines that you, the reader, immediate love. She’s intelligent, funny and goes against what’s expected of her. She’s a princess yet she more freedom than most women in her position. I loved her thrill at discovering the lost cat and keeping it in her sleeping quarters, away from her father and brother. I smiled at her pursuing magicks and the way she talks to the cat as if he can understand her. I want more from her.

 

Favorite Quote:

“Oh my friend!” she whispered as Cat sniffed her breath and twitched his whiskers, “you won’t desert me now, will you?” ~ Columba

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

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Author Biography:

Michael B. Caffrey (1958-2004) was many things — a writer. An editor. An artist. A contracts administrator . . . but if you asked him what was most important, he’d say none of those things.

 

Instead, he’d say being Barb Caffrey’s husband is all he’d ever aspired to be, granted with a twinkle in his eye and a whole lot of self-deprecating mockery besides.

 

In his lifetime, Michael sold only one story, this a co-written effort with his wife, Barb, in BEDLAM’S EDGE (edited by Mercedes Lackey and Rosemary Edghill). After his untimely passing, other stories were sold to the Written Word Online Magazine and to e-Quill Publishing.

 

Two of those stories have been re-released as independent e-books here at Amazon, “A Dark and Stormy Night” and “On Westmount Station.” These are in his Joey Maverick universe, which takes place in the far-future Atlantean Union, and are works of military science fiction. (His wife, Barb, finished up the second story, and edited and smoothed out the first. But they are substantially Michael’s efforts.)

 

Michael wrote other things, too, including humorous fantasy, alternate history/fantasy, straight science fiction and more. But his first love was for military science fiction, which is why these stories have been the first to be re-released.

 

Michael was an effervescent presence, at once worldly wise and unassuming. He was a student of comparative religion, called himself a “Zen Sufi Pagan” and lived in San Francisco, California most of his adult life. He also loved to watch both professional baseball (Go, Giants!) and football (where the Joe Montana trade both irked and amused him, considering Steve Montana was waiting in the wings), was a witty and entertaining conversationalist, and was the type of guy who’d do anything for anyone without complaint.

 

Michael had many interests. He loved to read, especially sailing adventures (past, present and future), and thought of ships in space as just another type of sailing ship, albeit with more technology. He was a person of principle who believed the unexamined life was not worth living — but while you were examining your life, why not have as much fun as possible while you were going about all that dull and dreary stuff?

 

If you’re interested in reading more about Michael B. Caffrey, please stop by Barb Caffrey’s Blog anytime as she often discusses Michael’s influence on her life and career, and does her best to keep his spirit alive and well.

 

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Dream of Me by A. Star #Steampunk #bookpromo #DoMBlast


Glory St. Pierre never thought so many lies could hold so much truth, especially when her entire life has been one of those lies. Now that she knows who she really is, she must find a way to come to terms with it before the Djinn sorcerer Rasputin and his steel army descend down upon the human and Djinn realms, wielding magic so dark even her own Djinn lover, Irving, is wary of it.

Their only hope to save the realms are a couple of hunters and the Lords of the Djinn Order, four powerful Djinn who have remained elusive for centuries. Armed with her only granted wish, a fabulous airship, and the Djinn she loves by her side, Glory will embark on a quest to find the four lords and enlist their help. But there is a reason the lords have been in hiding, and once this tiny band of adventurers awakens them from their slumber, they will set off a chain of events that has been in the making since the beginning of time.

There is no turning back now.

 
 
Series: The Djinn Order, Act Two
Publication Date: January 19, 2016
Genre: Steampunk Fantasy/Romance
 
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There was a knock at our apartment door and I knew right away who the knock belonged to. Swallowing the last of my beer, I discarded the bottle and got up to answer it.

“Hey,” Ash said, stopping me. I looked her way and grinned.

“Thanks,” I said, taking the piece of minty gum from her and popping it into my mouth.

“What would you do without me?” She tipped her chair back, keeping her balance by propping her foot up on the table.

I shrugged. “Probably buy my own towels to wipe my barf up with.”

Ash’s expression morphed into disgust. “Gross.”

I laughed and pulled the door open just as Irving Amir was about to knock again. A blush heated my cheeks the second my blue-eyed gaze locked with his violet one.

“Hey,” I said, instantly taken by the sparkle in his amethyst eyes.

“Hey,” he replied. Then, without another word, he slid his arms around my waist and kissed me.

But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was an onslaught that nearly made me choke on my gum. Irving kissed me like our first time, when he’d pinned me down on my bed and made me see stars. And all I could do was take it. His lips, his hands, his entire being commanded that I did. As his tongue slid over mine, I inhaled his sweet spice and tried to keep my hands from slipping inside the front of his jeans. His lips were warm and soft and damn, so fucking lickable that I almost couldn’t control myself. I wanted to climb this Djinn like a tree and swing from all of his branches. That’s how hot he made me.

“Damn, I wish a man would come along and kiss me like that!”

Irving’s lips lingered on mine for a minute longer before he pulled away. “Hello, Ashlyn,” he said, gazing over my head and flashing that gorgeous smile of his.

“Hey, Irving,” Ash grumbled, sounding entirely put out.

I laughed and moved so Irving could come the rest of the way into the apartment. He closed the door behind him and moved away to approach Ash, who was still kicking it at our dining table.

“You know, Glory spent the last week barfing with that mouth you just assaulted with your tongue.” Ash made a disgusted face.

Irving just laughed and bent to kiss her hand. “You’re as beautiful as the first time I met you, Ashlyn.”

My best friend tried not to smile but it proved impossible. She giggled like a girl scout. “If only you had a clone.”

“But he doesn’t,” I said. “And we are not going to share him like you suggested the last time.”

“I’ll accept that when I hear it from Irving’s lips, bee-yotch.” We both looked at Irving

and waited, causing him to laugh again.

“You two are quite the pair. Unfortunately, Ashlyn, my heart belongs to Glory alone. But I know that the man you choose to give your heart to will be lucky indeed. You are a treasure, and only a fool would be too blind to see that.”

Ashlyn just stared at Irving for a moment before turning to me. “How are you not head over heels in love with this dude?”

I felt my cheeks flame, but I didn’t respond. I hadn’t told Irving that I might love him because I was kind of scared of what that might mean. I cared about him, for sure, but declaring my love would make things so official and I was kind of a wimp when it came to relationships. I knew we were in one, but with declared love involved, especially when it came to Irving, I knew once I was in there’d be no getting out. And that scared the shit out of me.

Neither of them forced me to respond to Ash’s question, but it was apparent the subject made me uncomfortable. Ash, bless her heart, decided that was the perfect moment to make her exit.

She downed the rest of her beer and tossed the bottle. “I’m headed out to buy some more towels.” She jabbed a finger in my direction. “And I better not see you even look at them, Barf-O-Blondie.” I gave her the middle finger in agreement, and after grabbing her bag off of the couch, she tossed her dreadlocks and left.

A. Star is a fan of dirty passion. She loves to read it, and she damn sure loves to write it. She is the author of the Mythos: Gods & Lovers series and the Djinn Order series. She is a night-owl and a coffee junkie, and the only sneaker she would be caught dead wearing are Converses.

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The Morphology of Storm Lake: A Guest Post by @LiviaQuinn #books #IARTG #MFRWAuthor


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What goes into creating an author’s world? In the case of Storm Lake, it’s personal…

When I was two, my parents took me to a 4th of July fireworks celebration in DC where I grew up. We left early. My father thought that was where my fear of storms began.

Fast forward to my first month in the South, when Mississippi suffered a record breaking tornado outbreak. Tornados were “walking the interstate” about a half mile from my apartment. I looked out my window in the dark, listening to the wind, asking myself, “Is that a train?” and wondering what kind of train noise I was supposed to recognize, the whistle or the clackety-clack of the wheels on the rails. It was horrifying.

Forward again to a town on the Mississippi River when I was performing in a bar on the top floor of a hotel overlooking the river, next to a wall of floor to ceiling windows as low gray clouds skidded past. In the middle of a Bonnie Raitt song with six couples hanging on every note and lyric, lightning struck a transformer across the river and light exploded through the room like a nuclear blast. The next thing I knew I was crawling across the carpet in my slinky black dress, my guitar was on the floor, my belt in a customer’s lap and the bartender was telling someone downstairs that the singer was having a nervous breakdown.

After a layoff in 2005, I decided to start writing my stories down. Each was set in a small town near a large lake in the South, possibly South Carolina. Then, Katrina hit here followed by Rita, and the following year when I was delivering the mail as a rural carrier, Gustav. That’s when my Rural Carrier Mystery/ Romance became a story about a storm witch/mail carrier who controls the weather, and Storm Lake was born. It’s rather cathartic for me to have a character who can control that which I fear, severe weather, and especially lightning 😉

Whether it’s Contemporary Romance on the east end or Cozy Paranormal on the west… dive in to Storm Lake… you won’t want to leave.

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On the west side of Storm Lake in the middle of a super pulse of leylines lies Destiny, home to the Destiny Paramortals, a group of tempestaeries, fae, djnn, and others who are bound by an ancient pact to protect weaker species – like humans.  Unknown to the other communities outside of Destiny is the role the Paramortals have in keeping them safe.

 

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As the Paramoon approaches, time is running out for River, and the attraction that was growing between me and Sheriff Jack Lang derailed after he got his first glimpse of my Paramortal “talents” – a few measly bolts of lightning aimed at his—in his general direction. In the course of the investigation we’ve gone from attraction to suspicion, support to friendship, romance to oh-my-god-get-away-from-me revulsion. Jack says he wants to know “everything”. After we answer all his questions, he’ll either join us or grab his daughter and take the first jet out of Middle Earth.

 

He might help me save my brother and discover the whereabouts of my parents, but he probably won’t still want to take me to the Mardi Gras ball, once he knows “everything”. There’s a lot of “everything”.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

I asked Montana if she’d seen Aurora.

“She’s over there. Sitting next to Jane.”

Across the room, dressed in the gaudiest multicolored outfit I’d ever seen, was Jane. It was styled strictly to grab attention.

“That getup came straight out of the circus.”

Aurora sat at the other end, plain midnight cloth stretched over the table.  She was dressed in her usual understated elegance. For the ball it was a shimmering pearlescent shift, two matching crystals dangling from her ears to touch her shoulder blades, her long black and silver hair loose and flowing, and only the amulet as decoration. The contrast between the two “fortune tellers” couldn’t have been more stark.

Aurora sent me a smile, the corner of her mouth turned up as if to say, I can’t believe I’m doing this. We knew that if not for a great cause, one near and dear to Montana’s heart, she wouldn’t have been caught dead this close to Jane Fortune. To her left in front of a backdrop of glittering stars, crescent moons and happy suns was Jane, two hundred and thirty pounds squished into a five-foot frame.

Jane’s dark hair was covered in a purple velvet and gold paisley turban with a green stone pasted in the center of her forehead. She’d used eyeliner from her bottom lids nearly to her eyebrows making her eyes appear to be empty black holes. Her caftan was cheap purple taffeta and Jane had pulled the crisscrossed ties until the fleshy mounds of her chest threatened to tear the fabric. She had honed her craft, and was armed with all of her standard psychic paraphernalia on hand—oversized tarot cards, a tray of candles, a green “gazing ball” identical to one I’d seen in the garden section at Walmart.

Her throat, ears and fingers were adorned with so much jewelry it was a wonder she could sit upright. Besides her name, two other obvious “tells” spoke of her charlatan status, the most visible, the line of mismatched fan bulbs encircling the poster of sun, moon and stars on the panel behind her. Most telling, the tiny red flame flickering from within the gazing ball, in the silhouette of a Christmas candle, complete with an electric cord that ran from the ball to the wall.

Yeah. Very mystical.

I looked down at the nameplate in front of Jane. “Look.” I pointed to the table label. Montana snickered.

Jane’s hand-printed card read: Have your Fortune told by a real Psycho.

 

 

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Hi, I’m Livia Quinn. With a life long fascination (read that:phobia) of storms, and living in Louisiana where severe weather is a part of life, it was only natural that it would play a big part in my world. The farther east you go the more weather you see and the less paranormal the stories are. But that doesn’t mean there’s no magic. What would life be like without a little magic?

 

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Title: Druid Knight Tales

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Maximilian, the druid Grand Master, was given a year to find his soul mate. On the final day, the sacred mistletoe has shriveled and died—proclaiming his failure. He must do what no other Grand Master has done before and journey to meet with the Ancestors formally relinquish his title.

Ellyn of Brodgar has the gift of healing. But each use of her magick, through a kiss, depletes her energy and brings her closer to death. Time is running out as she searches for a way to continue saving lives—especially her own.

Max and Ellyn are tossed into the Otherworld together—a place filled with magick and wonder, it’s also fraught with danger, traps, and death. They have only until the third sunset to find the Ancestors, or be lost to the world forever. The domineering druid must work with the stubborn healer, not only for survival, but for the promise of the future—a future together.

Fifteen years later. See how the man destined for Max and Ellyn’s daughter takes the first steps in becoming a druid knight.

Arik, son of Fendrel and Dimia, prepares for training with his adopted brother, Bran, setting into motion a ripple effect that will carry love, betrayal, and death across the centuries.

 

Excerpt:

Penetrating blue-gray eyes stared out from the cocoon of dark wool that enrobed the woman. The cheeks on her porcelain-white face appeared tinged with a splash of pink. Her natural berry-red lips were turned up in a welcoming smile. “Grand Master.” She dipped a well-executed curtsy.

Fendrel’s healer was much different than the old crone he had anticipated. This woman was regal and beautiful. The gleam in her eyes was calm and comforting. He had a strange sensation, which made no sense at all, that he had known her for a long time. At ease with her, he allowed himself to relax and returned her open smile with one of his own.

“This is Ellyn of Brodgar,” said Fendrel. “She has been our healer for the last year. Our situation was grave. It was her healing skills that kept us alive. I would like you to accept her into our clan.”

The knuckles on Ellyn’s hand turned white from grasping her staff firmly. Her head whipped around at Fendrel.

Max observed, fascinated the elder was oblivious to the daggers the woman’s eyes flung at him. So, Fendrel hadn’t told her of his plan and if Max wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t pleased.

“Thank you, Fendrel,” said Ellyn. “Your request is a great honor. I will be your healer for as long as I am with you.” She turned to Max, her face serene. Her iron grip on the staff relaxed.

Fendrel sputtered.

“You are welcome into Fendrel’s clan for as long as you see fit to stay with us,” said Max. He was certain he saved Fendrel from getting his head bashed with the staff the woman carried. “Brodgar is in the Orkneys. You are far from home.”

“I go where I am needed.” Her voice was soft—her tone evasive.

Max gave her a benign smile. She was tall and graceful. Loose tendrils of curls softened her face. Dark lashes swept down against her cheekbone. She gazed at him with bright, intelligent eyes. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He sensed her trying to press in on his mind and blocked her attempt so fast she winced in pain. He’d made his point. She would not try that again.

“If you will excuse me.” She turned to leave. “I would like to look in on Dimia and the baby to make certain they’re settled in for the night,” she said to the new father.

“Of course, Ellyn. I will see you back to camp.” Fendrel approached the two men. “Thank you, Grand Master. Doward. We will see you tomorrow.” He and Ellyn went back down the small rise.

“Interesting girl,” remarked Doward after they were gone. “You didn’t have to be rough on her. She was only curious.” Doward chuckled.

Max stared after her.

She wasn’t at all what she seemed.

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Ruth A. Casie’s first career as a Vice President and product manager for a major international bank took her around the world. Romance novels were her companions on the long flights and, when not with clients, solo dining experiences. On her travels, her imagination ran wild when she visited historic sites and ancient ruins. Now she loves to include little details from her travels, and her family, into her stories. In addition to writing historic fantasy time travel romance for Carina Press and Harlequin, Ruth is a participating author in the TIMELESS TALES short story series. Her book KNIGHT OF RUNES was a NJRW Golden Leaf Finalist in 2011. THE GUARDIAN’S WITCH was a RomCon Reader’s Crown Finalist in 2013. KNIGHT OF RAPTURE was a NJRW Golden Leaf finalist in 2015. You can reach her at www.RuthACasie.com , on Twitter @RuthACasie, at her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/RuthACasie or at Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ruthacasie/

 

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BEAST: The Untold Legend by @ShoshannaEvers #Paranormal #Romance #Erotic


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Title: BEAST: The Untold Legend

Author: Shoshanna Evers

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance / Erotic Fantasy

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Princess Justine found an unlikely ally when she stormed into the stables and found an angry, devastatingly handsome young man tending to her mare. The stable boy, Victor, belonged to her soon-to-be Queen mother-in-law, and he had the whip marks on his muscled back to prove it.

The Queen, an enchantress well-accomplished in the art of black magic, turns Victor into a creature like no other. He’s a ten foot tall beastly wall of muscle, animalistic sinew and savagery ready to unleash every primal urge coiled within him. At the Queen’s command, he kidnaps Justine on her wedding day to the prince — but refuses to kill her. Instead, he can keep her safe by turning her from a threat to the Queen’s power, into a ruined woman who will never ascend the throne.

Now the Beast has his princess held captive in the woods, his focus on only one mission: deflower the girl and get her with child before the queen comes back to kill Justine herself.

He wasn’t expecting Justine to see past his terrifying form and straight into his heart. Setting her free is no more of an option than keeping her as his own.

But as their tentative alliance forms, both Victor and Justine can’t help but wonder— what if being together is their chance for true love?

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The idea of being used by a beast like the one who held her captive now made Justine’s breath short, her pulse race. His display of strength and agility so far made it clear she’d never be able to outrun him, or fight him. Under his control, she’d been rendered completely helpless.

Being a princess would mean nothing out here, deep in the forest. Any privilege she thought she’d had was stripped away when she was alone with someone who didn’t give a damn about her title.

Just like with her handsome stable boy—Victor Gerard. Once he’d known she wasn’t going to tattle on him—and how could she, if it would only serve to get a rightfully angry, abused young man even more punishment?—he had shown her who would be in charge behind closed doors.

No one had ever dared treat her that way before. And God help her, she liked it. It aroused a feeling of fear that skated the edge of desire… to be taken in hand the way he did, touching her with impunity as if she belonged to him, holding her under his control.

Her breath quickened. What was wrong with her?

And just like with Victor, the beast had her alone to do whatever he wished.

The beast had taken her so far away from the kingdom that the guards would never find her, even if they continued to pursue them. By running down streams wherever he could, the beast had effectively covered their tracks.

Finally, after countless miles of running through the dense forest that surrounded the kingdom, the beast stopped.

Thank God. 

He plucked her off his shoulder and set her down on the pine-needle and moss-covered ground. Her relief was quickly replaced by fear. What would he do to her now?

Her legs were so shaky from having tensed her muscles in terror the whole time he’d been absconding with her that her knees buckled, and she fell on the ground in an inglorious heap.

“Beast,” she said, trying to steady the tremble in her voice. “I have no quarrel with you, sir. Please don’t hurt me.”

To her surprise, the beast dropped down on all fours to be closer to her, and shook his massive head. A lock from his dark mane fell over his blue-gray eyes, and Justine paused. It made no sense for him to remind her of…Victor.

Maybe it was just that feeling they inspired in her that drew the comparison in her mind. That feeling she got when she stood on the edge of a cliff and stared down, and wondered what it would feel like to jump if only she had wings to keep her from crashing. Staring at the beast now, he felt like both the cliff…and the wings.

“I had no choice but to take you, princess,” he said, his voice gravelly and deep. “Do not run from me.”

The cadence of his low voice sounded familiar, but that didn’t make sense.

“You’re not real,” Justine said. “I fainted at my wedding and hit my head; I’m sure of it.”

The beast loomed over her, covering her with his body, so there would be no escape. “I am real.”

“Please, do not harm me, Beast, I beg you.”

“I will not harm you,” he said. “Look at me, princess. You know me.”

No. This wasn’t real. “You are a figment of my imagination. There is no beast like you in nature.”

His face was millimeters from her own. He pressed his cheek to hers, his rough whiskers prickling her own delicate skin.

Goosebumps raised along her arms. If it were a dream, would she be feeling that?

“I am real,” he growled. “But you are right about one thing, princess. I am not natural.”

“Please wake up,” she shouted, hoping it would jolt her out of her nightmare.

With a dangerous smile that bared his fangs, the beast gripped her arm. “This is no dream. Shall I pinch you, and prove it?”

“Yes,” she said, with a boldness she didn’t feel. This nightmare was going on too long—

The beast raised one thick eyebrow…though the eyebrow blended in on his face, which was covered in smooth short hairs that did nothing to hide his strong jaw and high cheekbones.

He picked her up off the ground, his large hands so human if not for the claws that adorned them. Yet they weren’t paws. He definitely had fingers, holding her firmly under her buttocks.

Each one sent a line of heat through her chilled flesh.

The claws that had torn her gown earlier didn’t touch her now. Had he…retracted them? Like a cat?

With a groan that sounded too much like raw satisfaction for her sensibilities, he pinched a handful of the flesh on her bottom.

The jolt of pain made her yelp in surprise. Pinches in a dream shouldn’t hurt.

He dropped his mouth to her neck, his whiskers scratching her delicate skin, and nibbled her ear. It didn’t hurt, despite his sharp fangs. He wasn’t tasting her…he was toying with her.

His tongue was soft sandpaper against her fragile skin, like a cat tongue. It tickled and made her restless, unable to keep still his arms.

He pulled away from her ear to stare into her eyes. She couldn’t look away as he growled softly and pinched each handful of her ass cheeks again, holding her flesh hostage even as she squirmed against him.

This is not a dream.

“Stop!” she gasped, struggling to be free of his iron grip.

Her attempts to move her bottom away from his hands only served to press her mound against torso. Quick as could be, the beast adjusted one hand to grab the junction of her thighs, forcing a moan from her mouth.

“Am I real to you now, Justine?”

He knew her name. He used her name as if he knew her.

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Author Biography:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories since her debut in 2010, including Beauty and the Beast (an erotic re-imagining), The Man Who Holds the Whip, and  I Am Not Your Melody, all of which hit the bestseller lists in box sets. Among her most popular books are The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride…and Baby, Overheated, The Enslaved Trilogy, How to Write Hot Sex, and the controversial novella Held Captive by the Cavemen.

Shoshanna Evers has been listed on Amazon as one of the “Most Popular Authors in Romance,” as well as on the Contemporary Romance, and Erotica “Most Popular Authors” lists.

Reviewers have called Shoshanna’s writing “fast paced, intense, and sexual…every naughty fantasy come to life for the reader” with stories where “the plot is fresh and the pacing excellent, the emotions…real and poignant.”

Ms. Evers is also the cofounder of SelfPubBookCovers.com, the largest selection of instantly customizable, one-of-a-kind, premade book covers in the world.

Shoshanna used to work as a syndicated advice columnist and a registered nurse, but now she’s a full-time happy smut writer and a home-schooling mom. She lives in the mountains of north Idaho with her family and three big dogs, and loves to connect with readers on Twitter @ShoshannaEvers, and Facebook at facebook.com/shoshanna.evers. Visit her on the web at ShoshannaEvers.com for excerpts, contests and updates!  Sexily Evers After…

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Cover Reveal for Michael B. Caffrey’s “Columba and the Cat” #MFRWAuthor #fantasy


My dear friend, Barb Caffrey, has a new fantasy book coming soon written by her deceased husband, Michael. I, myself, can’t wait to read it. Check out that brilliant cover!

MRS N 🙂

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Folks, I’m very excited to announce that my late husband Michael B. Caffrey’s story “Columba and the Cat” is going to be coming back out independently very soon as an e-book via Amazon Kindle — within a week if all goes well.

And now, I have a cover!

Ta da!Columba and the Cat cover

I edited Michael’s story, and I know it’s good.

“But what’s it about, Barb?” you ask.

“Columba and the Cat” is about Princess Columba of Illinowa. She’s a magician, a scholar, and is currently the heir to the throne…and wants no part of it. Because she’s royalty, she’s had trouble meeting men, and she’s tired of dealing with people in search of a title rather than herself.

Into her life comes a mysterious cat. (Literally. The cat nearly gets run over while she’s out riding.) She rescues the cat, takes him into the palace, and starts having unusual dreams —…

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