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Looking for a fun, sweeter romance to read this summer? Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella is getting rave reviews. Here’s what readers like you say:

 

“Great descriptive narrative, vivid dialogue that not only breathed life into the characters but provided a window into life in a tight knit countryside community.The countryside community was portrayed so positively, it even lured this committed city girl into sampling a taste of country life with a farm visit next holiday.” – Ariel C.

 

“I found N. N. Light’s book refreshingly honest in its character development while still laying out those adult themes of desire, loss of control and jealousy.” – L. Johnson

 

“For a short story, this one is so well-developed and full of wonderful characters, it was a pleasure to read.” – K. Westrope

 

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#FREEBIE Alert: A Guardian Falls by @Rtranbooks #books #fantasy #IARTG #IAN1


A Guardian Falls

Title:  A Guardian Falls

Author: R. Tran

Genre: Fantasy

Book Blurb:

All looks bleak when Mara is forced to return home after her love’s brush with death. She only has one magical artifact and the army seems out of reach. The consequences should she fail or even succeed finally set in and Mara has doubts about everything.  There will be a war of blades and magic with Mara at the center, but Mara wonders if she has the strength to survive.

Excerpt:

In the dim morning light, Mara heard voices in the distance too faint to understand. Bishop shifted below her, anxious for the coming battle. Mara pulled her cloak tighter against the chill air and damp drizzle as she waited for news of Laran’s army. A few of the horses behind her snorted their dislike of Drake’s swift approach.

“It’s just as we thought. Half his troops went south in an attempt to flank us and back us into the mountains, but the remainder are coming head on. It shouldn’t be long now. Is the shield in place?” Drake asked, looking off to the horizon.

“It has been since first light. Its constant hum is driving me crazy. Every fiber in my body longs to bring it down,” she informed him.

“You’ll be distracted soon enough,” Drake assured her.

Mara gave a forced smile. “I only want one man’s life. It’s a shame so many will have to die defending him.”

“I’m sure he’s saying the same thing.”

“He’s not on the battlefield. He’s locked away in the castle somewhere. I can feel it,” she spat annoyed at his cowardice. She looked to Drake. “How was Kess?”

“Worried about you. Don’t worry, you’ll see each other tonight,” Drake promised.

Mara looked up when a spell crashed into the shield above. Unsure of what was going on, Bishop sidestepped. Mara calmed him and he didn’t move when another spell crashed into the shield. Flames licked the shield overhead but rolled off like water on oiled canvas.

“What are they up to?” Drake asked, looking up as well.

“My guess is they’re trying to bring down the shield so they can kill us with magic.”

Drake gave her a weary look. He was all too familiar with magic. “Are you sure this will hold?”

“No, but it was created by magic far stronger than any they have,” Mara replied as blue lightning crackled over the shield’s surface. “They’re getting closer.”

Arrows darkened the sky in the distance. “The battle’s begun,” Drake said menacingly. He drew his sword with a mischievous grin and kicked his horse into a run. “See you tonight,” he called as he rode off. Mara drew a short sword and kicked Bishop into a run. The other men were at his heels. Everyone was eager to begin. The sooner it started, the sooner it would end.

Mara reined Bishop into a throng of men ahead of her. He eagerly rushed in and pushed men out of his way. She swung down on an enemy soldier successfully severing an artery. Blood sprayed out as he fell to the ground. She caught another squarely in the chest knocking him backwards. She barely had time to pull out her axe before he fell. Mara cut off a man’s hand as he raised it to swing at one of her soldiers.

As Mara pressed forward, a man lunged into her path. She instantly threw her axe and struck him in the chest. Mara heard the crunch of bone when it hit and the man sank to his knees gasping for air. Three men caught her by surprise and rushed toward her with the intent of dragging her off her horse. Mara wouldn’t have time to go around them.

Bishop, on the other hand, saw them and stopped suddenly. Rearing up, he kicked one man in the head on the way up and another in the chest on the way down. Mara formed a blue ball of flame and held it in her hand waiting to hurl it at the third when she landed. His eyes went wide when he saw the ball headed towards him.

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Author Biography: R. Tran is a first-time author who started writing as therapy after losing her father at 16. Her first manuscript was finished 4 years later, but sat around for years gathering dust before she had the courage to let someone read it. Sixteen years and many revisions later, what began as therapy is now a published novel.
Twenty years after her father’s death she has a husband, two children, and a dog he never met.

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#99cents Limited Offer: Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella #romance #FridayReads #IARTG


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Title: Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, New Adult Romance

 

Blurb:

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

 

Excerpt:

The next morning, Sally woke to the smell of sizzling bacon. She stretched in bed before putting on her robe. She glanced at the clock. It was already eight. She looked out the window. As far as she could see, snow covered everything like a warm glittering blanket. She hugged herself.

 

“So, this is what it means to be in love? I like it.”

 

She crept down the stairs, to see what Trevor was cooking. A smile lit her face and she sat in her grandpa’s rocking chair, watching Trevor in the kitchen. He wore a green plaid robe, his hair ruffled from sleep and there was a slight pillow crease across his left cheek. He flipped pancakes while whistling a classic rock song. She hugged her knees, reveling in her domestic bliss.

 

“I could get used to this,” she whispered.

 

He turned around and grinned.

 

“Good morning, beautiful. Want some coffee?”

 

She walked into the kitchen, giggling as if it was Christmas.

 

“It’s like I’m dreaming, what with you here, making breakfast.”

 

He handed her a mug of steaming coffee. She took a sip.

 

“Ahh, it’s just how I take it. Heavy cream and sugar.” She took another sip.

 

Trevor pulled her into his embrace.

 

“You are a vision in white, my angel.” He kissed her senseless. Her body responded and she burned with desire. She peppered kisses along his jawline.

 

“I want to go back to bed,” she whispered in his ear. She raked her teeth down his ear.

 

He moaned.

 

“You drive me crazy when you do that.” His hot breath searing her neck.

 

“Mmm…” she whispered.

 

He playfully slapped her butt.

 

“Vixen.”

 

She laughed seductively.

 

“Now go sit at the table and wait for breakfast.” He refilled her coffee. “Tsk tsk tsk, distracting the cook.” He winked.

 

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Author Bio: N. N. Light is the best-selling 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.

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Title: Thirsty for Water: A Short Story

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Paranormal, Young Adult, Short Story

 

Book Blurb:

Juliet can’t wait to graduate from high school and finally move on with her life. Five more days and she’s free. She gazes out the window while her history teacher, Mrs. Johnson, drones on about war, famine and lack of water in Africa.

A gong rings, startling Juliet out of her daydream. She looks around to see if it was one of her classmates pulling a prank when a little boy carrying a spear appears. Is he a ghost or something more? He pleads for her help and before she can argue, she is transported to a small village in Africa. History comes alive like never before and Juliet must decide how she can help Noko and his village before it’s too late.

Thirsty for Water tells the story of Africa and the need for water in an approachable way for children of all ages. A great learning tool for teachers, parents and libraries.

 

Excerpt:

“How do you know my name?” She gasped and tried to pinch her arm.

 

“I know all about you.  My name is Noko.” He paused and reached out to touch her arm. “Why are you hurting yourself like that?”

 

His hand felt cool on her arm and she stopped. If he was a ghost, I wouldn’t be able to feel him.  This must be real… but how?  She reached up and touched his thumb with her index finger.  His skin was dry yet very real.

 

“I was m-m-making sure you were real.”  She leaned forward and whispered, “Why are you here?  What do you want with me?”

 

He took his hand away and smiled.  “Your elder there is talking about my country and all you can think about is getting out of here.  Where I come from, there is no school.  Children like me hunt, fish and work in the fields.  You are lucky to sit here all day and not work.”

 

She leaned back in her chair and thought about it.  No school, only working to survive.  It was a sobering thought and she shivered.

 

Praise for Thirsty for Water:

“I loved it. I had no idea just how short short would be when I started it, but what a lovely tale to teach & inspire! I feel strongly a connection being made always holds the best potential to calm, comfort & nourish, to move & inspire hope, to insight change or instill lessons. And for me, I feel any kind of travel…time travel, dimension travel (I’m a big fan of the Twilight Zone!), or even a story with a “real” trip involved always helps to create that connection somehow. It was THAT quick…& true…once Juliet felt a connection to Noko…it was a done deal! So beautiful. The story simple…& short…yet so powerful.” – Amazon Reviewer

 

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Author Biography: 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.

 

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Friday Book Round-Up Spotlight: Princess of the Light by @NNP_W_Light #99cents #FridayReads #books


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Title: Princess of the Light

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Supernatural, Spiritual Romance

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:

The whole way to Ronnie’s restaurant, I stared out the window and watched the scenery zoom by while I let my mind try to untangle what was going on. What had Gabriel meant? I sighed and then gritted my teeth. What was Lisbeth’s ultimate goal in all of this? What was everyone trying to gain?

I could feel the anger rise up in my chest and it took all of my strength to calm myself. I was the carrier of the Light and I must focus on the Truth. I knew that if I concentrated solely on Lisbeth, the Light would turn to darkness. I would be no better than a demon.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the purple Light within me. Truth. Waves of Light seemed to pour out all over my skin. My heart was at peace. Opening my eyes, I noticed Joe staring at me.

“I am sorry that I have been quiet,” I said.

Joe watched the traffic for a while and then said, “Seemed like you needed to figure things out.” Joe paused. “Have you?”

I simply smiled in response.

The restaurant was only about two miles away and we could see the water in the distance.

A shiver ran up my spine as I saw smoke coming from the water. “Is someone having a bonfire?” I asked Joe, trying to sound casual.

I stared hard at the smoke and tried to shake off the uneasy feeling seizing my heart.

Suddenly, the darkness was lit by a huge red orange fireball and a building exploded. I screamed and Joe slammed on the brakes. Flames licked up into the sky, as we sat helplessly watching.

Soon, a litany of emergency vehicles veered around us to the scene of the explosion. Joe followed them.

I gripped the dashboard of the car tightly as screams of the victims echoed all around me. I closed my eyes and saw the flames burn through flesh.

The Bluefin Restaurant was on fire. The image of the little boy flashed before me, and I suddenly felt as powerless as I had so many months ago.

When we got out of the car, the vision we both saw months ago was reality. There was a gaping hole where the back kitchen had been. Flames blazed against, out, and over the front windows. The only place not afire was the wreckage that had been the kitchen.

Broken glass and building debris were everywhere. Charred-looking bodies were strewn all around—some alive and walking, others just empty shells.

Despair. Helplessness. Evil. The screaming filled my head.

Joe grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.

Mary, open your eyes! What are you saying?”

I was the one screaming. I let the tears fall as I whispered, “I have failed.”

Joe wiped my cheeks and shook his head.

“No! Mary, you have not failed. We need to help these people. Do you hear me? Use your Light and help these poor souls.”

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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 and Independent Author Network.

Sign up for their author newsletter and get a free e-book ow.ly/jWec308TabL 

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.

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Judge by the Cover: High School, Drama & Deadly Vices by @abielleamiel #YA #books #FREE


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Title: Judge by the Cover: High School, Drama & Deadly Vices (Hafu Sans Halo Book 1)

Author: Melissa Abigail

Genre: Coming-of-Age/YA Romance-Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

Campbelton looks like a city at peace; Yet, just below the surface Lie certain dangers— Crime, corruption, and a community divided. Haruna Mitsukai is an overachiever with dreams of attending the University of British Columbia. Ryu Debiru is a bad boy whose only desire is to escape this ridiculous prison called “life.” Both attend Shady Glenn Academy and despite their similar “hafu”, half Japanese identity, they couldn’t despise each other more. Years of avoidance comes to an end when a major assignment on Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice pairs them together. Just as everything reaches a breaking point, revelations about an old East Side mansion called “Heaven” causes Haruna to question everything she thought she knew about him. As for Ryu? Well, all that glitters is most certainly not gold.

 

Excerpt:

Leaving everything but her messenger bag behind, Haruna slipped through the arching doorway. She didn’t have to go far to find the nearest exit. Ryu stood several metres beyond it. A haze of grey spilled upwards in tangled wisps from his nostrils. He paid no mind to her as he hovered at the curb of a walkway, shoulder eased against a brick wall. He returned the cigarette to his lips. Whether it was the solitude or the nicotine, he was thoroughly enjoying it. His thoughts, maybe they were miles away from the things they had said to each other just minutes ago. But what was it about him? Just before, he was upset. Now he was so detached, uncaring, unfeeling, and all of a sudden, not even appearing angry at all.

Haruna wondered how someone could let go of such strong emotions so quickly.

 

She wasn’t at all like that.

 

And though she had come to apologize, something about all of this, watching him like this made her cross. He wasn’t intimidating to her at all now. He was disgusting. Living in apathy? In so many ways he was throwing his life away.

 

“Do you really have to do that right now?” Haruna asked.

 

He didn’t turn to acknowledge her, but it was clear he had heard from the way his brows furrowed together. His mouth drew into something of a sneer.

 

“Actually, yeah. Helps me deal with stress.”

 

Once he’d spoken, he crooked his head towards her, deliberately blowing smoke through his mouth.

 

Haruna glowered at the cigarette in his left hand, every atomic particle in her body urging her to retreat, but some small part of her conscience telling her to be brave and resist in spite of herself. She obeyed her mind and approached. Once face-to-face, she could feel the smoke sting in her nose. She coughed.

 

“Oh, yeah?” she managed. “You have stress? What stress?”

 

He regarded her beadily, puffing in her direction.

 

“You.”

 

“Oh, I’m stress? Fine. If you want to do stupid things and kill yourself, go on ahead. Just know second-hand smoke is more dangerous than—” The smoke hit her hard. Haruna clutched the base of her neck and shut her eyes. She tried not to inhale, but her lungs were screaming for air. She stepped back and gasped. The hacking cough started again. She felt her chest throb.

She blinked, slowly, barely hearing Ryu’s voice.

 

“What’s up with you?”

 

Haruna glanced up. Ryu had moved closer, arms at his sides. He looked at her strangely. Again she glared at the cigarette pinched between his fingers, in her mind cursing the putrid cloud that enveloped them, brought him relief and suffocated her.

 

“N-Nothing, just—” she wheezed and backed away.

 

She’d been stupid. Stupid to follow him here.

 

 

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Melissa Abigail was born in the southern U.S.A. to South American parents, lived in the borough of Brooklyn, N.Y., and was raised in the humble suburbs of southern Ontario. A citizen of the world, she’s managed to fit in nowhere in particular but everywhere at the same time. She is a lifelong writer, creator and artist that embraces thought-provoking ideas and diversity in film, fiction and life.

 

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2nd Annual N. N. Light #HolidayGiftGuide: Shop Today and Save! #books


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#KindleDeal ~ Planting the Seeds of Love by @NNP_W_Light is #99cents! #romance #ASMSG #IARTG


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Title: Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, New Adult Romance

 

Tagline: Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

 

Blurb:

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

 

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“Jack, thank you so much for the lift into town,” a woman replied behind Sally. “Let’s grab some lunch before we shop.”

Sally froze. She stared at Linda who shook her head. What was Jack doing with a woman in town?

“Here, let me take your coat, Emma,” Jack said.

Emma? mouthed Sally to Linda.

“She’s the daughter of Lonnie and Mary Beth.” Linda gave Emma the look-over and scoffed, “She can’t be a day over sixteen.”

“What do I do?” Sally panicked. Normally she didn’t care what Jack did or who he went off with. Curiosity got the better of her and she turned around.

Emma stood five foot three with curly blonde hair and innocent green eyes. Her figure was slim with curves in all the right places. Sally narrowed her eyes as Emma stood on tiptoe to kiss Jack on the cheek.

Fuming, Sally turned around. Linda chuckled.

“What?”

“You better tone down your jealousy, darlin’. You’re shooting darts everywhere.”

Sally gritted her teeth.

“I’m not jealous. If Jack wants school girls kissing him, what do I care?” She took a deep drink of her coffee, draining the cup. She slammed it down.

“Simmer down, here they come,” whispered Linda. She waved to Jack while Sally swore under her breath.

“Well, fancy meeting you two here,” Jack drawled.

Without looking up Sally retorted, “I told you I was coming into town today.”

Linda kicked Sally’s leg under the table. Sally plastered a smile across her face, greeting Jack and Emma.

“Yes, what a coincidence.” Sally noticed Emma looping her arm in Jack’s and snuggling closer.

“I was on my way into town to pick up those parts we ordered for the tractor when I ran into Emma walking by herself in the snow.” Jack smiled. Emma squeezed his arm.

“He pulled over and offered me a lift into town. Isn’t he a gentleman?” cooed Emma. Jack patted her hand.

Sally’s chest constricted at the sight of the two of them acting all couple-y. She stared into his twinkling eyes. Oh God, is he laughing at me? Emma can’t have him. He’s mine. Wait what?

“So,” Linda broke the strained silence. “I have to go powder my nose. Emma, would you care to join me?”

“What’s that?” Emma looked confused.

Linda laughed. “It’s the bathroom, dear sweet child.” She stood up, untangled Emma from Jack and guided Emma away from the table.

Jack sat down.

“What’s with you today?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Sally cleared her throat.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Really!” A few diners turned to stare. Sally flushed with embarrassment. She didn’t mean to talk so loud. She looked everywhere except in Jack’s direction.

Jack observed Sally as she fidgeted, first with her coffee cup then with the silverware. His gaze unnerved her and she practically jumped out of her chair when he placed a hand over hers. Electricity flew up her arm while warmth filled her core. Butterflies raced around her stomach, only she didn’t feel sick; she pulsed with life, like never before.

“Sally…look at me.”

Sally shook her head.

“You’ll only laugh at me.”

Jack’s thumb caressed her hand gently, causing her breath to hitch.

“You know I’d never laugh at you. Laugh with you, definitely, but never at you.”

Sally lifted her gaze to meet Jack’s loving eyes. He slid his fingers between hers, never breaking eye contact. Sparks flew between them. He moistened his lips with a flick of his tongue. Her gaze dropped to his lips.

“Please tell me. I’m begging you,” he whispered.

Unable to think clearly through the fog of desire, Sally tilted her head to one side. Her skin vibrated with heat while her nerve-endings jumped at the slightest caress.

“Tell you what?” she whispered. Her throat dry, her breathing shallow, she wet her lips with her tongue. She was under a spell and everything fell away except for Jack’s passionate eyes.

“Tell me what my wasted heart needs to hear.” His eyes flashed. “Tell me Emma made you jealous.”

Sally started to nod but Emma interrupted.

“What are you guys talking about in hushed tones? Crops and stuff?”

Jack groaned. He dropped Sally’s hand as if it burned him, causing the water glasses to jostle.

 

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Title: Thirsty for Water: A Short Story

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Young Adult, Time Travel, Short Story

 

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Juliet can’t wait to graduate from high school and finally move on with her life. Five more days and she’s free. She gazes out the window while her history teacher, Mrs. Johnson, drones on about war, famine and lack of water in Africa.

A gong rings, startling Juliet out of her daydream. She looks around to see if it was one of her classmates pulling a prank when a little boy carrying a spear appears. Is he a ghost or something more? He pleads for her help and before she can argue, she is transported to a small village in Africa. History comes alive like never before and Juliet must decide how she can help Noko and his village before it’s too late.

Thirsty for Water tells the story of Africa and the need for water in an approachable way for children of all ages. A great learning tool for teachers, parents and libraries.

 

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“I loved it. I had no idea just how short short would be when I started it, but what a lovely tale to teach & inspire! I feel strongly a connection being made always holds the best potential to calm, comfort & nourish, to move & inspire hope, to insight change or instill lessons. And for me, I feel any kind of travel…time travel, dimension travel (I’m a big fan of the Twilight Zone!), or even a story with a “real” trip involved always helps to create that connection somehow. It was THAT quick…& true…once Juliet felt a connection to Noko…it was a done deal! So beautiful. The story simple…& short…yet so powerful.” ~ Tia Shurina

 

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This is an inspiring story of giving to others unselfishly. A high school girl, Juliet, while in her school classroom has a vision. Her teacher is talking about a young boy and the severe problems in his village. During this vision Juliet meets this young boy, Noko, who takes her to his village to show Juliet how he lives. Juliet is so shocked by what she sees that she announces in class that she will donate to the boy’s cause to bring water to his village. The other students join in because of her enthusiasm.

A lovely tale that touches the heart and brings tears to the eyes! I was given a copy of this book in return for an honest review. I thoroughly enjoyed this short story.” ~ Janice Spina

 

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Juliet can’t wait to graduate from high school and finally move on with her life. Five more days and she’s free. She gazes out the window while her history teacher, Mrs. Johnson, drones on about war, famine and lack of water in Africa.

A gong rings, startling Juliet out of her daydream. She looks around to see if it was one of her classmates pulling a prank when a little boy carrying a spear appears. Is he a ghost or something more? He pleads for her help and before she can argue, she is transported to a small village in Africa. History comes alive like never before and Juliet must decide how she can help Noko and his village before it’s too late.

Thirsty for Water: A Short Story tells the story of Africa and the need for water in an approachable way for children of all ages. A great learning tool for teachers, parents and libraries.

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“This is an inspiring story of giving to others unselfishly. A high school girl, Juliet, while in her school classroom has a vision. Her teacher is talking about a young boy and the severe problems in his village. During this vision Juliet meets this young boy, Noko, who takes her to his village to show Juliet how he lives. Juliet is so shocked by what she sees that she announces in class that she will donate to the boy’s cause to bring water to his village. The other students join in because of her enthusiasm.

A lovely tale that touches the heart and brings tears to the eyes! I was given a copy of this book in return for an honest review. I thoroughly enjoyed this short story.” ~Janice Spina on Goodreads

 

A short but highly emotive story that makes me wish this sort of thing could really happen to snap many of us out of our comfortable complacency.
When you really think about it, it’s always the smallest person, or in this case, village, that gets left out. ~The Story Reading Ape on Goodreads and Amazon

 

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Title: When Love Returns, Book 2 of the Fitzpatrick Family Series – Becca

Author: Judythe Morgan

Genre: Sweet/Inspirational Romance, Clean Reads

 

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Becca Fitzpatrick fell in love with Ethan Wells at age five. At eight, he proposed. At seventeen, he disappeared and broke her heart.

Twelve years later, he returns with a new name – Ethan LaMotte – and a new life in Paris. He claims he’s never stopped loving her. Once upon a time, Becca believed him. Not anymore. Now family, friends, and adoring students fill her life. Plus, she has an opportunity for the job of her dreams in her small Texas hometown.

Although their lives and work are an ocean apart, Ethan won’t lose Becca another time. But, will she risk her heart again and accept this new Ethan’s proposal?

 

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A brittle silence descended in the dining room, now empty except for the two of them. The sound of water from the kitchen faucet echoed like Niagara Falls.

Becca finished off the last of her coffee and shoved away from the table. As she lifted the saucer to take to the kitchen, Ethan spoke, “We really do need to talk. Why don’t you come out to the farm with me so we can have some privacy?” His eyes never left her face.

The cup rattled on the saucer. She set it back on the table. Panic coursed through her muscles, like a slowly advancing paralysis. Go with him to the farm where they’d spent so much time planning their future? A future that his disappearance destroyed.

She might want answers, to know where he’d been, why he hadn’t contacted her, why he’d returned, but the memories at the Wells’ farm would suffocate her. She needed a more public place.

And being alone with him? Becca wasn’t sure that would be a wise move either. She’d fallen head over heels the moment she’d met Ethan Wells in their kindergarten Sunday school class. The crush had grown through the years and they’d planned a life together after graduation. His disappearance caused a heartbreak that had never completely vanished. A heartbreak she’d never openly shared. Not even with her twin sister. She’d simply put Ethan out of her mind and moved on. Now if he was back to stay, she wasn’t sure what would happen.

“We could go out on the porch swing,” she replied. At least there, if the discussion became too intense she’d have a safety net of her family close by.

His jaw tightened ever so slightly before he stood and pushed his chair under the table. “Becca, what I have to say is for your ears only. There are too many distractions around here. Come to the farm with me. Or I’ll go to your place.”

“I live with Sarah. She and Nick plan to go back to the house to play board games with Rachel. They do that on Sunday afternoons.”

He tipped his head, acknowledging her point. “Okay then, the farm it is. I’ll bring you back here when we’re finished.”

“I’m quite capable of driving myself.”

“I’m sure you are.” He uttered a short, little laugh and headed to the front door. “Don’t take too long. I’ll be waiting.”

Becca snatched her cup and stomped into the kitchen where she pulled Sarah aside. “Ethan wants me to meet him at the farm to talk.”

“Give the guy a chance,” Nick said over his shoulder and placed a dinner plate in the dish drainer.

Sarah gave her a tight hug. “Nick’s right. Go. There may be a logical reason why Ethan never contacted you. I never understood the real reason Nick left me until he came back. Ethan could surprise you too. At least you’ll have answers.”

Becca wasn’t sure what answers she wanted or what Ethan could say to explain his disappearance. For so long, she had hoped and prayed for his return, but hope had only been a tease, preventing her from accepting the reality that he wasn’t coming back.

She refused to consider his return meant anything.

 

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Title: Blame it on the Moon (Book 4) is the newest release in the Storm Lake: Destiny Paramortals Series

 Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Book Blurb:

It’s the height of the Para-moon and Sheriff Jack Lang is up to his ‘6’ in alligators. Defending those weaker than himself is in his DNA which is what drove him to become a Navy pilot. But who is he kidding? Alligators he could handle! Supernatural bad guys, well…

With Tempe and the other Paramortals ill or incapacitated and the sudden appearance of beings he’s never heard of, will Jack be able to keep Destiny out of the hands of their enemies for the rest of the power down? After all, it’s only twenty-four hours.

If worse comes to worse, he has a dragon on his side and a few surprises up his sleeve. “Yippe, ki, yi…” But a lot can happen in twenty-four hours and things don’t always go as planned.

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What!? I can be humble.

With my thighs clamped tightly to Conor’s neck and my right hand fisted in his crest, I thrilled to the feeling of his rippling muscles between my thighs. He flew with such smooth grace. I’d never dreamed of knowing a dragon, much less riding so massive and elegant and deadly a creature as Conor. And if anyone had told me I’d fall so completely for one, I would have fought a death match to prove him or her wrong. The truth was, I was mortifyingly gone over the dragon knight. Conor was the being, man or creature, who was perfect for me.

Given my job description—the dispensing of abusive males of any species, it was amazing that I’d found Flambé. I hadn’t found him though. Hadn’t even recognized him the first time, when I’d met him in his magnificent dragon form. He’d saved my ass and that of my charge and taken out the abuser with a precisely aimed blast of his fiery breath. I hadn’t known him in his fine human form either, even when he asked me to dance with him to Imagine Dragons’ “Battle Cry” at the Mardi Gras ball—not until he called me “Victoria”, the name he’d seen on my sinfully sexy lingerie that first day.

I hadn’t gone exactly easy either. I required proof of his skill, his power and his mission. I’d gotten it, and here I was flying high over Destiny. As a strapping six-foot-plus warrior-goddess, I gloried in feeling tiny as I took in the landscape under his massive wings.

In front of me I saw Conor’s compact red-rimmed ears laid back for a smoother ride and his long nose/snout/whatever diverting the wind away from my perch behind his head. The way the wind lifted his crimson lips away from his gums made him look like he was grinning. I giggled. Gods, I giggled at the whistling sound the wind created going through his teeth. And there was surely pleasure in those half closed eyes.

“You’re not going to run into a 747 taking off from New Orleans are you? Maybe you should keep your eyes open.”

I felt the rumble go through his lungs and expand up through his ribs and back, like a giant vibrator. “Ach, are ye scared, my wee dragon lass?”

He still called me his wee dragon to remind me of our first meeting when I’d been able to produce no more than fog from the temporary dragon I’d shifted into. And he was just male enough, arrogant enough and dragon enough—okay, so the use of dragon and arrogant was massively redundant, but he just had to keep reminding me that he’d rescued me. I knew that, but even feeling what I did for Conor, it was difficult. Dinnshenchas are arrogant as well. Our kind of arrogance comes from a proven competence in our abilities.

My vamp side brought something extra to the table, so I’d known that even during the power down I’d be more than just an average fighter. Vampire had only been a part of my nature, though, since the early 1900’s and hadn’t ever been tested. That, I was loath to admit, caused me a measure of trepidation.

I watched Conor’s wide black wings guide us into a gentle arc over the Faerie Inn. The verdant green lawn in early March was a sure sign someone besides humans lived at the Inn. We’d just seen a late snowfall at the end of a very cold winter. The circular drive lead to an unimaginably grand peach colored mansion with a curved set of staircases flanking a forty-foot golden door. When tourists saw the “private residence” from the road with staircases that looked like two giant swans, beak to beak, they simply saw one of the grandest antebellum homes in the south.

I was curious about the reception I’d receive. Faeries didn’t like vampires. What an understatement. Their feelings lay somewhere between hate and apoplectic, but Phoebe had been right—they loved dragons. The merest of pixies loved the fiercest of dragons.

Conor’s wings curled under at the tip and I dug my gloved hands into the skin beneath his neck armor as the wind skimmed over our heads. He glided to the ground and landed in the middle of the front lawn with nary a jolt.

I said, “I hope you’re fast enough to take them out before they kill me.”

“It is forbidden for me to kill innocents, Branislava, especially Paramortals.”

He was such a stick in the mud about the rules. “I wish you’d reminded me of that at Harmony,” I said, as the two-story golden doors slid open and Petre strode out, fearlessly stopping nose to nose with the dragon. It was an amazing sight. Conor was easily forty feet tall and I could see Petre’s excited eyes just below Conor’s long nose. The faerie king bowed to Conor, and Conor’s massive head dipped suddenly, nearly throwing me to the ground. I saw the surprise on Petre’s face when he spotted me, and the instant narrowing of those slanty purple eyes.

Then Conor changed and I was dropping through mid-air to land in his outstretched arms. The faces of Petre and Arabella moved in, up close and personal to assess the threat, and to show off their pointy-toothed grins.

“Is this where we all show our teeth and swear allegiance to the one with the biggest bite?” I looked up at Conor, whose eyes were filled with amusement. “Show us yours, Conor.” That would be the end of that.

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Livia Quinn is a D.C. native living in Louisiana. She began pursuing her dream of publication after a layoff and a little known event called Katrina in 2005. With several interruptions in her career, all involving weather, it’s only natural that storms would be at the center of many of her stories. She is a business owner and professional singer, salesperson, plant manager, computer trainer, and mail lady. She has written eight books based in the communities surrounding Storm Lake— an infamous, though fictional lake in Southern Louisiana. She has never met a Tempestaerie or a sexy Aussie gemhunter, but she recently met some hunky cover models in the name of ‘research’ so see…Anything Can Happen!

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