Is It Serendipity…or Magic? @LiviaQuinn Visits A Haunted Jail #paranormal #MoonlightMagic #IARTG


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Is it serendipity…or magic?

 

You’ve heard that saying “when the lesson is needed the teacher will appear” or something like that. Well, one of the things I find fascinating about writing is the way things just fall into place with characters, plots — even settings. It really seems like magic, like the universe is one big creative mind that delivers when you ask, and even when you don’t.

 

When I was nearly finished with my current release, Blood Moon, which is up for preorder in the Moonlight Magic Collection, one of the main characters in my series, Jack Lang, former fighter pilot and newly turned Phoenix dragon was about to be captured.

 

I needed someplace close to my fictional town of Destiny near my fictional Louisiana lake that would be strong, inescapable. I thought — something like an old rusted, heavily barred French prison. My critique partner said, “Google it. Louisiana has a lot of old jails and prisons from their Spanish and French history.” So I did.

 

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And Oh. My! What I found. If you see where Storm Lake is in the southern central part of the state, see the red star northwest of Destiny? That’s Beauregard Parish.

 

Now I have to digress for a second. I had Jack in this obscure prison/barred cell – I hadn’t really gotten the plot together for this scene yet, and I’d been thinking what if I could have some kind of cool paranormal element to it?

 

After all, the book takes place near the Blood Moon on Halloween, a “Spirit night” when the veil is thin between the worlds and it’s easier to…cross.

 

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Well! Imagine my joy when just northwest of Destiny I found an old jail called the Gothic or Hanging Jail, abandoned for the last thirty years with a rich haunted history. It’s called the Gothic Jail because the architect wanted it to be one of a kind with it gothic architecture, inside and out. Is it creepy looking or what!

 

The bars have a unique ridged edge, the cells are heavily built with not only a heavy barred door but a massive vault like second door. There were no recess areas or yards in which to exercise. The women were housed in cells down the hall from the men but they were only able to hear each other, not touch. The cells were unique in the industry with their own window, lavatory, toilet and shower.  Each prisoner was given a blanket and a thin mattress to cover the metal bed slats.  And get this, if you’re in Beauregard Parish around Halloween you can pay $10 (per victim) and be a part of their Halloween Night. But expect to stand in line. Last year they pulled in 10,000 people!

 

Adjacent to the courthouse, the prisoners were sometimes led straight from their sentencing through an underground tunnel and straight up the spiral stair case of the jail, another of its signature features.

 

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Each floor of cells splits off from the center spiral stairs and you can see from the main stairwell, the thickness of the concrete walls, the heaviness of the cell bars and at the top a beam from which the “hanging sheriff” served up the sentence on two of his prisoners back in 1928. You can see the bar at the top of the spiral stairs in this photo. Imagine having the only way into the cells (or out) being those uneven spiral stairs…

 

The gothic style window (below) is in the upper floor where the trustees were kept.

 

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Now here’s the best part! It’s called the Hanging Jail and is so interesting to ghosters because the ghost of the sheriff or his prisoners have been seen and heard on many occasions at the jail.

 

The picture below was akin to death row, as if any of the cells were easy to escape, this one was meant to be absolutely escape proof with the heavy vault doors. The death cell. The perfect place for my villain to keep Jack.

 

 

I wanted to see this place for myself but it wasn’t open for viewing. Then a month before I finished the book I heard they’d opened it for touring and four of us went down to see it. One of my friends recorded a sound in one of the rooms when she was alone. She has a history with ghosts so I don’t doubt her but I didn’t want to go back and listen for myself. She and her sister want to go back for the sleep-in night. Right!

 

As you can see, It was like magic, the way it all fell together. The proximity to Destiny, the cool features of the jail, its history and the paranormal aspect as well as our timely visit.

 

And that’s where Jack met the Hanging Sheriff…

 

Excerpt:

The figure that materialized in front of Jack was dressed in unrelieved black, from his hat to his boots, a Pinkerton style suit coat over a black button up shirt. He leaned against the heavy metal bars near the chain that supported the metal bed slats and pulled on his scruffy beard. “You ain’t never heard of the Hangin’ Sheriff?”

Jack frowned, No, but perhaps he shouldn’t admit it to this…what was he? “Are you… real?”

The man, who appeared to be in his 50s, though Jack couldn’t be sure, bent over at the waist and slapped his knees with a guffaw. “Real, he asks.” He laughed until tears should have been streaming down his wrinkled cheeks, but weren’t, then he wiped his eyes of the nonexistent tears and shook his head. “What kind of sheriff are you, Lang? Why, I’m dead, son, a ghost. A specter. I like that term better ma’self.”

If Jack had encountered this man¾ghost¾earlier in the year he would’ve called it a hallucination, a mirage, or possibly he might have suspected a reaction to some over-the-counter meds, but these days… hell, a ghost, as surprises went, registered only a one on his Destiny shock-o- meter.

“No, sir. I have to say this is a first. I’m glad to meet you unless you’re here to carry out your specialty.” Jack looked over at the dumbwaiter, the rope that might have been used for hanging his inmates still tied to the bars and draping down into the shaft.

“Whatcha lookin’ at? Cripes, boy. I ain’t gonna hang ya. I’m here to help you escape.”

Jack’s heart thumped hard. “You have a key? I can’t touch –”

“Yeah, yeah. I been watching.” The sheriff scratched his cheek.

Jack’s eyebrows rose. He hadn’t sensed him even a little.

His companion laughed again, this time, it was kind of a crazy laugh. “You can’t see me unless I wantcha to. Understand?” He squinted up at Jack, his chin jutting forward. “You’re one of them dragons, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” The sir probably wasn’t necessary but Jack figured he’d get further with respect, even well…under these circumstances.

“Then you probably know about Halloween, about the open door and all? Normally, I wait until the 31st to make an appearance, but see, I figured, if I was to wait, you’d be a hung sheriff.” He slapped his thighs again. “He-he-he. Get it?” He pointed to himself, “Hanging sheriff?” then at Jack and winked, “Hung sheriff.”

“So, you can just pop in whenever you want?” Jack asked, ignoring the ghost’s gallows humor.

“Nah, it’s because of that danged moon¾all about the Blood Moon over here, ya know? Makes it easier, lengthens…” His eyebrows crashed down and he rubbed his chin, squinted one eye closed then looked up at the ceiling. Jack followed his gaze but saw only… more concrete. “Lengthens the t…tie¾what do they call it on Facebook?”

“Timeline.” Jack frowned. “You’re on Facebook?”

“No, are you crazy? I’m a ghost, see?” He pushed his hand into Jack’s torso startling him, but he didn’t feel anything. “Weren’t have no way to peck on a phone. It’s handy though. I can read over somebody’s shoulder and stay…uhh…”

“Current?” Jack offered.

“Right, but that moon makes everything amp… stronger and stretches out that timeline, so we can cross early.” He held out his hands by his sides as if to say, ‘And Voila. Here I be.’

Jack shook his head. Why was he conversing with someone who was admittedly… dead? Still, he asked, “How long have you been here?” Maybe if he showed a little interest in the sheriff’s history, which he seemed proud of, it would lock in his inclination to help.

He studied the ghost in black. On the left lapel of his coat hung a six-pointed star. It read Sheriff – Beauregard Parish. Now he remembered. He’d read about the jailor when researching his move from Memphis to Louisiana.

This hellhole was what people called the Gothic jail because of its unique architecture. The designer wanted it to be one of a kind with full lavatory facilities, a window in each cell. Prisoners had been marched straight from the courthouse through the tunnel, given a blanket and a mattress and locked up, there to stay until their time was served. No courtyards or recess here.

He’d seen pictures but none of them captured the depression being locked within the thick walls of the place would engender. Advanced bathroom facilities notwithstanding, the ‘bed’ was mere metal slats and the heavy bars spoke loudly, “Escape is impossible.”

The article mentioned its signature feature, the spiral stairs that started at the tunnel entrance. Jack hadn’t noticed the uniqueness of the cell at first, with its toilet, sink and shower, mostly because they were old and filthy and not plumbed. And at the time, he’d been struggling to breathe.

“Them transients were takin’ up parish resources. Weren’t no reason not to go ahead and hang ’em from that there rafter.” The ‘sheriff’ leaned against the sink, picking at his teeth with a piece of metal and pointed to the iron beam outside Jack’s cell.

Jack knew it probably wasn’t wise, but he was curious. “Why help me escape?” The ghost shook his head as if Jack was stupid. “Why, son, you the same as me — a parish sheriff.”

 

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Livia Quinn is a DC native who has been transplanted to Louisiana. She lives, writes and is inspired in her Storm Lake series by the culture and weather in the state. She’s published eleven books, six paranormal and five contemporary. A former mail lady, professional singer, plant manager and current business owner, she has stored up many quirky stories to share with her readers. Sign up for her newsletter to receive the first two books in the Destiny Paramortals series free.

 

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* RELAUNCH! * The Vampire of Blackpool by @SpookyMrsGreen #paranormal #ASMSG #books


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*RELAUNCH!* The Vampire of Blackpool by Catherine Green

 

British paranormal romance author Catherine Green has taken a break from her Redcliffe novels series set in Cornwall, and has launched her brand new novel, The Vampire of Blackpool. A contemporary English Gothic story, it tells the tale of vampire Meredith Hanson, her love interest Samantha Morris, and her rival, the vampire hunter Ryan James. The novel is strictly for an adult audience, and Catherine’s vampires do not sparkle!

 

 

The vampire, the witch, and the hunter battle it out in a contemporary Gothic adventure in Northern England.

 

Meredith Hanson lives in Blackpool, the former Victorian holiday hotspot of Northern England. She masquerades as a reclusive author, feeding on the blood of unsuspecting tourists without remorse. Her life takes on new meaning when she meets a young witch in a local pub one evening. Despite Meredith’s cold demeanour, she finds herself oddly fascinated with Samantha Morris, and falls into an accidental relationship with the girl. It is at this time that a vampire hunter arrives in Blackpool. He is tough, he is determined, and his next target is an ancient vampire that has been spotted in the tourist town. He intends to bring her down and destroy her to save the lives of innocent humans. Will he succeed? Or will the experienced vampire seductress be the cause of his undoing?

 

The Vampire of Blackpool is available to order in paperback and eBook formats via Catherine’s website www.catherinegreenauthor.blogspot.com or you can find it in Amazon and other eBook stores.

 

About the Author

Author of British paranormal romance series The Redcliffe Novels, Catherine Green was raised on books from a young age, and has happy memories of Saturday mornings spent in her small local library, devouring the contents of the shelves. Catherine has always been fascinated by the supernatural world, and it feels natural for her to write about vampires, werewolves, witches and other mystical creatures in her contemporary stories.

 

 

If you sign up to Catherine’s newsletter, she will send you a free copy of her Redcliffe short story, It’s Complicated, to introduce you to her fictional supernatural seaside town in Cornwall, England.

 

You can find Catherine in the following places:

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

Author blog: http://www.catherinegreenauthor.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter page: https://twitter.com/SpookyMrsGreen

Personal Blog: http://spookymrsgreen.com/

 

Princess of the Light Turns Three and We’re Celebrating! #99cents #paranormal #IARTG


POTL 3rd anniversary

 

The story that launched not only this blog, but N. N. Light…

 

It’s the 3rd anniversary of Princess of the Light and like proud parents, we’re telling the world. Sorry, no baby pictures to coo over. lol! What started out as an encounter with a homeless man has turned into a book, a blog and a movement. Spreading the Light is more than a catchy phrase; it’s a way of life and we see Light Bearers all over the world making a difference.

 

So in honor of this, we’ve slashed the price of Princess of the Light to 99 cents for this weekend only (15-17). Click to buy this life-changing story:

 

 

100% of the sales from Princess of the Light during the month of September go directly to help feed needy kids. For less than a buck, you can provide five meals. Talk about life-changing!

 

Here’s the book details —

 

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?

100% of the proceeds go directly to Food Banks in USA and Canada.

 

Latest review:

“This is an extraordinary story well worth the read. Good and evil battle until the very end and then, what a surprise ending! I sense a series forming and a good one at that. Thanks, N.N.Light for such a treasure. I read right through and didn’t stop.” – Don Thorkelson

 

If you’ve already read it, please consider leaving a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads. It doesn’t have to be long, just a sentence or two. Reviews are an author’s life-blood, like chocolate or coffee to a normal person.

 

Please take a moment and share this exciting moment and sale on social media. We’re so grateful and thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

 

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Happy Release Day to Gylded Wings by @LNightingale #Romance #Paranormal #WRPBks


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Title                Gylded Wings

 

Author            Linda Nightingale

 

Genre             Dark Fantasy/Romance

 

Publisher         The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb

Angels in slavery? Brit Montgomery cannot believe it, until she is sent on a rescue mission to another dimension and witnesses the cruel practice first hand. The angel, Gyldan, is the most beautiful being she’s ever seen. She is drawn to him but sometimes beauty disguises wicked secrets. This man who rocks her world seems more demon than angel.

 

Gyldan, born into slavery, has one desire—fly free. When he escapes to Earth, he faces an alternate self-realization full of dark glory…and disbelief. Gyldan is bent on experiencing his newfound powers unmindful of the harm to Brit or others.

 

Confused and hurt by Gyldan’s erratic evil actions, Brit turns away. While Gyldan’s journey of self-discovery pulls him further distant, Brit finds acceptance in a solitary, comfortable life of her own until she realizes the day of reckoning has come. Will Gyldan be her final ruin or has he come back to her with a gift more precious than life itself?

 

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The lady flipped her hood back, and I stopped breathing.  In her olive wool cape, she looked like a wood nymph, at once young and innocent but wise.  Dark hair curled around an oval face.  Without a trace of fear, big, beautiful eyes held my gaze.  She didn’t belong to this dim, cruel world, and I ached merely to touch her.

 

Her lips parted on a soft exhalation. “You’re an ang—Malak.”

 

If only I could return her smile, but Ragnor would slice me in half.   I was forbidden to glance at her, but couldn’t take my eyes off a vision so perfect I might have conjured her, even to the scent of the forest and rain.  A memory of Miriam assaulted me, but I was helpless to control my feelings.  Never had a woman affected me as this one did.  I felt awkward, terribly aware of my worn clothes and the wings arched behind me, yet giddy and aroused.

 

My eyes offered the smile my lips were forbidden.  “Yes, My Lady.”

 

She tilted her head to look up at me.  Her gaze drifted over my wings, my face, flicked lower.  “In the North, we have heard of the Malak singers.  What’s your name?”

 

I was too shocked to answer.  Like an addle-pated fool, I gaped at her, and she laughed.

 

“Stand aside, Gyldan.”  The giant slammed his paw against my shoulder, throwing the weight of my wings to the left, and I lost my balance.

 

The lady’s hand shot out to steady me.  Ragnor wedged his body between us.  I stumbled into the wall.  As I righted myself, I glimpsed an angry expression on Lady Hamlin’s face.

 

She stepped past Ragnor and touched my arm.  “Are you all right?”

 

Excitement trembled over my entire body.  “Yes, My Lady.”

 

“You’ll see the freaks perform tonight.”  Ragnor shot me a dark frown, gesturing for her to follow.  “Come, Lady Hamlin, I’ll guide you to your chambers.”

 

“Gyldan.”  The sprite grinned as she smoothed a dark curl back from her face.  “Do you know the way?”

 

“No, My Lady.”  I was forced to lie to save my hide.  “I have never been in this part of the castle before.”

 

“Off with you then.”  A graceful hand shooed me along.  “Be about your business, and I shall go about mine.”

 

She had brushed me off like an insect on her sleeve.   What had I expected?  That she would feel the same overwhelming attraction I felt?

 

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Author Biography

Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

 

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt.  She retired from a career as a retired legal assistant, just joined the Houston BMW Club, and the stars in her crown—two wonderful sons. In a former life, she must have had to walk everywhere because today she is into transportation with fine taste in expensive horses and hot cars! She likes to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

 

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Blog:  https://lindanightingale.wordpress.com/ – Lots of interesting guests & prizes

 

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Eye of the Tiger (A Redcliff Novel) by @SpookyMrsGreen #werewolf #vampire #ASMSG


The Redcliffe novels series follow the adventures of bookshop owner Jessica Stone as she meets a man and falls in love, only to discover the hidden werewolf secrets of her close friends. Who knew the Cornish coast could be so deadly?

 

 Love Hurts (A Redcliffe Novel) is about a young woman
who runs a bookshop in Cornwall with her best friend. She falls in love with a
local police detective and later discovers that he is a vampire, and that his
identical twin brother is a werewolf. She is dragged into their complicated and
dangerous lives, to her detriment, where secrets are told and lives are lost…

 

 
 
Love Kills (A Redcliffe Novel) is book 2 in the developing Redcliffe series. In the quiet Cornish seaside town of Redcliffe,Jessica Stone recovers from an horrific werewolf attack and comes to terms with revelations that her lover, Jack Mason, is a vampire, his brother, Danny, the werewolf pack leader, and her best friend, Simon, is a werewolf.  Add to that her discovery that she is a witch, and life is suddenly a whole lot harder than it used to be. Jessica has to fight for her own life and Jack’s when faced with his jealous vampire master who wants her old lover back. But things are never easy, and a vampire master is not so easy to defeat…

 

 
 
Love Redeems (A Redcliffe Novel). Life has changed forever in Redcliffe, Cornwall. Jessica Stone used to be a normal, happy human. Now she is an angry, conflicted and confused witch. It all happened when she met Detective Jack Mason and his identical twin brother Danny. Jessica almost died twice, fell into a love triangle, and she became a murderer. Now she faces the ultimate challenge as she continues the fight to save the man she loves, while simultaneously struggling with her lust for his werewolf brother and their vampire friend. Can she survive, or will love finally end her life completely?

 

 
 
Eye of the Tiger (A Redcliffe Novel). Jessica Stone used to be a normal human. Then she fell in love with a vampire, met his identical twin werewolf brother, and her life fell apart spectacularly. Meeting Detective Jack Mason, and his brother Danny, brought about a powerful change, and Jessica’s magic was released. Now, in Redcliffe book 4, she must learn to control her ethereal animal familiar, who lusts after the alpha werewolf, and will stop at nothing to use her human mistress as a tool… Or is that a weapon?

 

 

The Redcliffe novels are widely available in paperback and ebook formats from UK bookshops, your local library (UK only), and online with retailers including Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Smashwords and more. See buy links HERE.

 

 

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Kiss of Magic Romance series by @maryleoauthor #romance #paranormal #TuesdayBookBlog


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I’m so excited to read this whole series… ~ Mrs. N

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 1

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. There’s just one catch – Jackie’s first couple is a test!

 

Will Jackie Cupid turn misbegotten lovers around in time to keep her powers? Or will her magic become a stardust memory?

 

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 1 includes Jackie Cupid’s First Love, and It’s Written in the Stars.

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

It startled her so much that Jackie shot the arrow at no particular target. When she followed its trajectory, Eros Kostopoulos, who had appeared out of thin air, caught it with his right hand like some Marvel Superhero. Completely blown away by his catch, she watched as Eros, the sweet older Greek owner of the archery range, with graying hair and a round belly, morphed into a some sort of half human, half bird creature and sprouted wings . . . real, honest to goodness, full-body-sized, white-feathered wings. His clothes disappeared and he was left with a leather Tarzan type of loincloth revealing the body of a Greek god.

 

Any other mortal might have decided it was time to bug out, that this bird-man might be a threat, or at the very least, blow fire in her face, nevertheless Jackie was more curious than afraid.

 

Call her crazy, but Jackie didn’t exactly appreciate the distraction, especially on her birthday. She’d paid good money for her time inside the range, and this creature, as magnificent as he might be, was usurping her precious minutes.

 

“Mr. Kostopoulos? Is that you?”

 

Jackie stood perfectly still for a moment, while the god spread his wings, knocking over anything and everything that got in their way, including all the heavy lane barriers as if they were as light as cotton balls. His wingspan had to be a good twelve feet from tip to tip, and the Greek god stood well over six feet tall, maybe somewhere in the range of six foot five inches. He wore a perfect, blond-wooden bow over his right shoulder, along with a soft quiver filled with only two arrows. His curly dark hair almost sparkled with natural silkiness, and his skin seemed perfectly smooth. He looked a bit like the statue of David, only with wings.

 

“I am Eros, god of Love,” he roared, the ground shaking once again, rattling everything around her until pictures, equipment, and bottled drinks in the vending machine began popping from their moorings and crashing to the floor.

 

Jackie wasn’t having any of it. She didn’t care what kind of beatific title he had, he needed to move out of the way or leave, whichever he preferred, so she could take her shot. She’d been practicing long and hard for this moment.

 

“Nice to meet you, Eros, god of Love, I’m Jackie, goddess of this room, and if you don’t mind, you’re spoiling my private birthday party. Do you think you can appear somewhere else, because I only have this place for another hour before the lights go out.”

 

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he bellowed, his head tilting, looking as curious as a puppy.

 

“Should I be?”

 

“Yes. I am all-powerful. I am magical. I am Eros, the god of—”

 

“Love, I know. If you’re the god of Love, there’s no reason for me to be afraid, right? So instead, I’m just annoyed. Look, as I said, it’s my birthday and I’m here alone. No love for me, get it? So unless you’re going to shoot one of your arrows out of a window at some great guy who’s going to fall madly in love with me, you’re just wasting my time. Now, if you don’t mind . . .” And she made a gesture for him to move out of her line of fire.

 

“I am here to tell you your true identity. Is it not important to you?”

 

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Magic-Romance-Book-One-ebook/dp/B073WPHJPS/

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/kiss-of-magic-romance-book-one

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1258806294

 

Author Biography:

USA Today bestselling author, Mary Leo, grew up in an Italian family on the Southside of Chicago where pasta and debate were the main staples of everyday life. She writes about magical romances, cowboys, and fun mysteries.

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 2

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 2 includes Romancing Rudy Raindear, and Loving Hamilton Winchester.

 

Romancing Rudy Raindear:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers and an outstanding bombshell body, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. “Look out, baby, there’s a new Cupid in town!”

 

North Pole, Maine is a curious town where Christmas is celebrated all year long, and where December 24th is marked with a visit from the big man himself.

 

Unfortunately, Rudy Raindear, the last descendant who can run Santa’s favorite bakery, Sugar Plums, no longer believes in Christmas and has gotten on Santa’s Naughty List. Rudy’s red nose proves it. That is until Jenny Bells, secret helper to Mrs. Claus, takes on the challenge of teaching Rudy just what being good is all about. And with a little help from Jackie Cupid, the plucky Cupid with attitude, Jenny and Rudy better buckle up. When Jackie gets involved, almost anything can happen.    

 

Loving Hamilton Winchester:

All Hamilton Winchester ever wanted was Gaby Venti, but Gaby Venti never wanted to be tied down to any man . . . especially not to Hamilton, the father of her unborn baby. When she shows up at the Winchester cabin in Plymouth Rock, Colorado wanting Hamilton to sign a document that he disagrees with, Hamilton decides to take matters into his own hands by asking for a little heavenly intervention from his grandfather . . . his deceased grandfather.

 

Soon Jenny Cupid arrives, wielding her special Cupid magic and Gaby finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of emotions for Hamilton she simply can’t shake . . . or can she?

 

Will a magical snowbound weekend be enough to convince Gaby that being tied down with Hamilton is exactly what she’s wanted all along? Or will she emerge from the enchantment, and walk away from the one man she has always secretly loved?

 

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

When Eros appeared in front of her, gone were his magnificent wings, his nearly naked perfectly chiseled body and his Tarzan-like loincloth. Instead, he was dressed like a Christmas Elf, complete with pointy shoes, a green suit, a strange hat, and he stood all of four-feet tall.

 

He must have felt her shock because he said, “It was the only way I could get Santa’s attention and I thought I would blend in better looking like this.”

 

“You blend in like an elephant,” Jackie told him as he pulled out the chair across from her at the small table along the windows. At once a young boy stopped to wave, and Eros, being the kind god that Jackie knew him to be, waved back.

 

“What a sweet child. He will grow up to be a pediatric surgeon. He will marry his childhood sweetheart, they will live right here in this town, have three children and he will save the lives of countless other children.”

 

“How do you know this?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Fine, so you’re a god and you have magical powers. I had no idea you could see that far into the future. What about free will? I thought that was the one variable that couldn’t be determined.”

 

“It can not, but I can still see what will happen if a human chooses wisely, and he will choose wisely. He has loving and supportive parents, and his sweetheart will guide him in the direction of his innate talents.”

 

“Will I ever be able to see someone’s future?” Jackie wanted to know.

 

“You already see the future of your assigned soulmates. Is that not enough?”

 

“Not when I can see so much more.”

 

“When you get your wings, you will be able to see these things, but not before.”

 

“I would ask you when that will be, but you’ll just give me a nebulous answer.”

 

“Your wings depend on your successes, and so far, you are batting a thousand, as humans like to say.”

 

“I’ve been fortunate. Getting the potential lovers together that you have given me have been easy. I need a real challenge to sink my teeth into, so to speak.”

 

“Then you will like this new challenge. Not only is Rudy Raindear trying to do something that will certainly destroy this festive town, but he is lying to his grandfather, the owner of this establishment. He will lie to the woman he is destined for, and worst of all, Rudy has gotten on Santa’s Naughty List, as you will see this evening when we meet again at Yule Tide’s. It is a tavern in town where Rudy and his friends will meet.”

 

Jackie sucked in a breath, as her hand shot up to her mouth. She knew for certain that in the Magic World she now dwelled in, getting on Santa’s Naughty List was tantamount to being shunned by all your friends, being turned out into the cold without a coat . . . or even worse, being identified as having a cold heart.

 

“I asked for an assignment that was difficult, not impossible.”

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 3

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 3 includes A Christmas in Time, and The Ghost of Dillon Spencer.

 

A Christmas In Time:

Kris Timekeeper would like nothing more than to rekindle his failing marriage this Christmas, but being Santa’s Master-magical Clockmaker comes with a downside. After several months of endless work on Santa’s clock, he and his beloved wife have separated. Kris may be able to save Christmas Eve for Santa, but will he have enough time to save his marriage with the only woman he’s ever loved?

 

Noelle Timekeeper reluctantly agrees to spend one last Christmas with Kris in Merry, PA, his quirky new hometown. She’s brought along their young daughter, Annabelle, and her very pregnant pooch, Holly. Despite all the hype about Santa’s magical clock and how it can stop time, Noelle can’t seem to let her guard down long enough to allow Kris back into her heart. That is until Jackie Cupid shows up with some timely magic of her own. Once Noelle is stung by Jackie’s charm, she finally takes the time to understand what makes Kris tick . . .

 

Will Kris and his magical clock be able to save not only Christmas, but his marriage to Noelle as well?

 

Only time will tell.

 

The Ghost Of Dillon Spencer:

Uptight–but ever so sexy–billionaire Dillon Spencer, gets a second chance at love when his own ghostly spirit takes up residency in his hotel room at the historic and haunted Hotel Colorado in the trendy town of Glenwood Springs, Colorado. Along with several more notorious and opinionated ghosts, Dillon attempts to convince a skeptical Hilly Thompson, his enchanting and very much alive assistant, that true love can break through any dimension.

 

Hilly doesn’t believe in spirits, ghosts or anything that smacks of the hereafter. Hell, she can barely get through her own life let alone someone else’s afterlife. So when Dillon tries to convince her that he’s really a great guy trapped in some heavenly limbo, she’s skeptical and resistant until he gets help from Jackie Cupid, who knows his true heart’s desire. Soon, Hilly is falling for this translucent Dillon, but will it be enough to keep him from joining the ranks of the other ghosts that haunt the historical hotel?

 

It’s a risk luminous Dillon is willing to take.

 

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Title: Kiss of Magic Romance, Book 4

Author: Mary Leo

Genre: Sweet Magical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Step into Jackie’s Kiss of Magic Romance world, where starstruck lovers get a little help from Cupid . . . Jackie Cupid!

 

*** Each Book in the Kiss of Magic Romance series contains TWO Jackie Cupid novellas! ***

 

Book 4 includes The Lone Cowboy of Starlight Bend, and The Fortuneteller’s Valentine.

 

The Lone Cowboy Of Starlight Bend:

When Eros, the god of Love, appears to Jackie Cupid and transforms her into a real life Cupid with magical love powers and an outstanding bombshell body, Jackie is keen to take on the challenge. “Look out, baby, there’s a new Cupid in town!”

 

Jolie Shepherd didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. So when she accepts an open invitation for a visit to Starlight Bend, Montana from her best friend, Jolie expects to pass most of the holiday season holed up inside a rustic cabin, not playing cowgirl with quite possibly the most adorable cowboy in the entire state.

 

Red Weisman is a man who prefers to ride alone . . . that is until he meets Jolie Shepherd. Once they team up to grant a Christmas wish for a needy child, something magical happens between them. Problem is they come from totally different worlds. But with Santa’s help, and a little pinch from Jackie Cupid and her magical stars, all they have to do is believe in the magic of their deepest Christmas wish, and everything will work out . . . or will it?

 

 

The Fortuneteller’s Valentine:

When a fortuneteller’s prediction begins to come true, Rose Candi dismisses it as a coincidence, but when a past estranged boyfriend shows up reminding her of the love she once felt for him, Rose can’t help wondering if that fortuneteller had true magical powers.

 

Maximilian Rosso hadn’t seen Rose in ten years, and in those ten years Rose had grown into a stunning beauty who now owned part of a popular bar and restaurant in San Diego. But Max is a wanderer who can’t stay in one place . . . or can he? If Jackie Cupid, a meddlesome love bomb, has anything to do with it, those wandering days Max has been so fond of may be coming to an abrupt end.

 

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Blood Moon (Destiny Paramortals) by @LiviaQuinn #CoverReveal! #IARTG #MoonlightMagic #PNR #UF


She could destroy his world…or save it.

 

It’s been a long long year, what with vision problems and my day job, but River’s story is finally here. When my series, The Destiny Paramortals began, River’s genie bottle had gone missing and that was just the first event in a long line of crises for Tempe Pomeroy and her hunky sheriff, Jack Lang. Now, River gets his own book and his own girl.

 

It’s kind of a good news, bad news thing. The good news is Blood Moon is out and the cover is so beautimous, I’m excited to share it with you. My cover artist, Cora Graphic, really made them come alive!

 

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And well, there really isn’t any bad news because not only is it available everywhere for $0.99 but since Blood Moon is part of the Moonlight Magic Romance collection, you’ll also get 19 other fantastic paranormal romances, over 200,000+ words!

 

Now would be a good time to make sure you don’t miss out!

 

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Blurb:

There’s a new supe in Destiny. She sauntered into the Moat of Morpheus¾a redheaded violet-eyed warrior carrying a giant head-splitter of a sword and wielding it with magic. Her name was Cinder. River felt an immediate attraction as well as a lifting of the despair that had been his only companion for months. But it was short lived.

 

She was there to kill a dragonhunter and accused River of hiding the truth about him. Turns out, she was right. River had a secret and his own reasons for remaining quiet. If he couldn’t break free of the villain’s control, there would be devastating consequences for his family and ultimately, the Paramortals.

 

After his sister and the dragon sheriff go missing, River and Cinder join forces. But history has a way of coming full circle and echoes from their past bring a shattering revelation about their Paramortal family and the dragonhunter’s true identity, the full disclosure neither could have anticipated. Can they forgive the past to overcome their common enemy or will the news tear their relationship and the Paramortals apart forever?

 

 

Excerpt (two of my favorite Destiny characters, Conor and Montana with Cinder)

“Oh, Conor. I failed.”

 

He placed his hands on her shoulders and peeled her away from him. He sensed Montana’s presence as he put Cinder at arm’s length and looked into her distraught features. His sister was famous for never allowing people or problems to get to her, for seeing humor in most any situation. This was new. “ Piuthar bheag, what has you so upset.”

 

Cinder looked at Montana who raised her shoulders and looked at the house in question, but Cinder shook her head. “It does not matter if you have seen me trash my heritage or my total failure. It will be well known before long.”

 

Conor didn’t accept her self-flagellation. “Hush, now, sister. Tell me whit happened.”

 

Cinder’s breath shuddered out. “I tracked the dragonhunter. Styx, I heard his men call him. They met in the woods behind the Moat of Morpheus.” Her eyes searched his. “It was as sure a kill as I could ever hope for but…” Her voice trailed away as she looked at Montana and then at the ground. Her shoulders slumped as she whispered, “I couldn’t do it.”

 

Conor frowned. He couldn’t have heard right. “How do you mean? Why couldn’t you complete your blood calling? Whit could have stopped you?”

 

Her stricken eyes rose to his. “I sensed something in him.” She shook her head violently as Conor opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t know, Conor. It felt¾I felt… connected to him somehow, as if in killing… in killing him I would destroy a part of myself.” Tears filled her eyes as the devastating thought took hold. “How can that be? It is my duty, my blood work to kill dragonhunters. What is wrong with me?”

 

Conor’s mind raced. Cinder was part fae. Could this be a trick by the dragonhunter? They didn’t know this Styx’ true nature. Even if he was a fae, it should not matter. There was no reason why she wouldn’t be able to take out another fae if that was her mission. As with all life forms, dragons were created with a purpose and Cinder was a special sub species. Only a few ever existed and they were relentless in their pursuit of their prey.

 

Montana spoke for the first time, as usual reading his mind. “Do you think Petre and Arabella might know something?” She knew him so well.

 

Cinder looked questioningly at Montana. “Who are these people you speak of?”

 

Conor said, “They are the king and queen of faerie folk here. That is a good suggestion, Montana. Thank you for reminding me.”

 

Montana smiled at his thoughtful response. He knew how uncomfortable she’d been on their visit to the Faerie Inn. The Fae king had a special appetite for vampires, but because of their gushing exuberance at Conor’s presence they’d shown special… tolerance in her presence.

 

“They can tell us of any new fae arrivals and perhaps enlighten you about your own heritage,” said Conor. “I’m sorry, Cinder, I should have made it my business to know more before you found yerself in this position. I wish we could leave now, but two dragons flying over Destiny in broad daylight would cause a stir, ya ken?”

 

He hoped to gain a smile from his little sister but the look on her face told him she was back reliving the moment when she’d been unable to fulfill her mission.

 

“You could call a taxi,” said Montana. Two sets of eyes snapped toward her. She raised her hands and grinned, “What? You’ve never taken a taxi?”

 

When they continued to gape at her she shrugged. “It’s like you always say, Conor. ‘Needs must’.”

 

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Livia Quinn is a DC native who lives on the bayou in Louisiana where she gets her inspiration from the state’s weather and its fascinating history. She has written ten books in the Storm Lake area, both paranormal and contemporary. As a former mail lady, plant manager, professional singer and salesperson, she has saved up lot of quirky stories to share with her readers.

 

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Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three) by @valerieullmer #ParanormalRomance #shifter


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Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three)

 

By Valerie Ullmer

 

Genre:  Paranormal Romance

[ Blurb ]

Half-human, half-shifter.

Xander has secretly yearned for a mate for most of his immortal existence, and yet after three of his friends found exactly what he’s always wanted, he’d come to believe that he’d missed his chance at happiness.

Until he heard her voice.

Frost is a wildlife biologist and tracker and she has been assigned, despite her adamant protests, to lead mercenaries into the mountains of Snowfall, Colorado for the sole purpose of killing immortal shifters.  In order to protect those who have no idea the kind of danger they are in, she agrees.  As she leads the armed men on a wild chase around the snow-covered pines, she could sense that she was running out of time.

Until she heard his voice.

Xander understands exactly who Frost is the moment he hears her thoughts.  With the help of Kane and Gunnar, they eliminate those in her group as they try to keep her safe.  But during the fight, she is hurt and all of his protective instincts flare to life.  As Xander learns more about her, he realizes that Frost might be the key to the creation of the immortals, both vampire and shifter.

But when she becomes a target from those who want to destroy the Dark Company and Xander’s family, how far will he go to save her?

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[ Excerpt ]

Xander froze when he heard a feminine voice carry over to him, she sounded closer than she had been even a few moments before.  He should have sensed her coming closer.  But the only question on his mind was why she was tagging along with a group of mercenaries.  He heard the voice again, a tinny version of her voice, and for a long moment he couldn’t understand the words.  Until she stepped forward.

No, no.  Not that way.  Not that way.

Something warmed his chest as he heard her in his head as clearly as they were speaking aloud.  A familiarity washed over him and he felt connected to this woman in an elemental way.  A feeling a peace settled over him.  He knew this was the first time he’d ever heard her voice.  He was so stunned and happy that he didn’t even question how they were able to mind link.

Can either of you hear the woman’s thoughts?

Woman?  Gunnar sounded confused.

Kane’s reply was quick and clipped.  No.

Hello?

 

Hello?

Xander tried to get her attention.  Can you hear me?

He held his breath when he heard her distinct gasp, knowing that their mind link worked.  His chest filled with dread at the thought that she gave herself away, until he heard her next words.

“I spotted a grizzly bear in the trees to the west.  Sorry, I startled him and he ran off.”

For long seconds, the men in the clearing stared at the woman before they were ordered to keep searching.

Xander stood close enough that he could see her curves underneath the heavy white parka.  And having the worst timing in the world, Xander felt his body react.  He took a deep, cleansing breath of sharp mountain air that instantly cooled his overheated body.

Yes, I can hear you.  These men, seven in total, are looking for immortals.  They have been contracted by my boss at U.S. Fish and Wildlife to kill them.  Apparently, the immortals are supposed to become animals.  Can you help me without hurting yourself?  They are heavily armed.

Xander was taken completely by surprise.  She didn’t question their connection but instead relayed vital information that he would need.  He could also start to feel her emotions.  She wasn’t scared, just determined.  He could hear her heart beating at a fast rate and her breathing strained from either the hike up the mountain or the tension in the air.  He watched as she subtly shifted her head around as she searched for him, unable to spot him in the trees.

We can help.  I’m going to communicate with my team and we’ll take out the men.  Are you okay with that?

 

Yes, I know they are paid mercenaries and I’m mad that they killed a wolf two days ago for no other reason than they wanted to shoot something.

 

What’s your name?

 

Frost.

 

Frost, I’m Xander.  When I tell you to run, run south.  Okay?

 

Yes, I understand.

Xander relayed the conversation he had with Frost.  We are going to have to kill them, there’s no other way around it.  They couldn’t have a threat looming over them, especially if one escaped and brought in a stronger, more trained group of mercenaries.  Although they could easily defeat any group of fighters, keeping their existence a secret was crucial.  The more humans that knew about them, the bigger the danger it posed.

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Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She’s addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.

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Royal Enchantment by Sharon Ashwood @RowanAshArt #bookreview #PNR #FridayReads


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Title: Royal Enchantment

 

Author: Sharon Ashwood

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb:

She married the king. She wanted the man.

 

Guinevere’s marriage to Arthur was a political partnership, never a romance. Merlin knows that the king’s court, newly restored at a medieval theme park, will only be complete if Arthur has his lady. Little did anyone suspect that once Guinevere gets a taste of twenty-first-century freedoms that this ancient queen would lose interest in belonging to any man—even a royal one.

 

It takes a dragon, and some passionate nights spent in each other’s arms, to lure her back to her husband’s side. Arthur is willing to accept Gwen’s help in protecting the new Camelot from a fae menace, but the bigger challenge will be wooing back Guinevere for a second chance at love…

 

Enchanted Warrior, the first story in this stand-alone series, is a 2017 RITA Finalist for Best Paranormal Romance.

 

 

My Review:

Camelot is reborn in the modern era and thanks to Merlin, Queen Guinevere is reborn in the present. The fae are on the verge of attacking the human realm using a feisty, independent dragon and the last thing King Arthur needs is his queen meddling in his affairs. Old arguments threaten to drive a wedge between king and queen, not to mention the knights. Can King Arthur see his Queen for the woman she is and make her his equal or is the royal enchantment a faint memory?

 

I’m a big fan of all things Camelot and while this was an original take on King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, I found it hard to relate to the characters, especially King Arthur and his knights. Arthur is a ROYAL JERK and a pompous one at that. The conflicts between him and Gwen were never-ending, making me sometimes wish the dragon would just light King Arthur’s body on fire and be done with it. The belittling of Gwen in modern times got so old. I’m elated the ending was a happy one but boy, it took a long, long time to get there.

 

What I loved most was Guinevere. She’s regal in all regards but the more she’s in modern times, the more growth happens to her. She’s an intelligent woman whose search for knowledge makes her astounding, even by today’s standards. She could run the world and I’d like to be her advisor! Gwen is the best part of this book, hands down.

 

If you’re looking for a modern-day feminist Camelot story, I highly recommend Royal Enchantment. It’s a great series and kudos to Ashwood for bringing a fresh approach to the King Arthur lore.

 

Many thanks to Harlequin Books and Sharon Ashwood for giving me an ARC via Netgalley in the hopes I’d review it.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: “Battling monsters was a man’s business. Never mind that it was the women, left at home, who had the most face time with whatever horror was tearing the village apart. They typically had the beastie on the run by the time Sir Whatever showed up to poke it with a sword.”

 

My Rating: 4 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Sharon Ashwood is a freelance journalist, novelist, desk jockey, and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. She has an English literature degree but works as a finance geek. Interests include growing her to-be-read pile and playing with the toy graveyard on her desk. As a vegetarian, she freely admits the whole vampire/werewolf lifestyle fantasy would never work out, so she writes paranormal romances instead. Sharon lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

Confession: I Broke Two Cardinal Writing Rules and I’m Glad #ASMSG #IARTG #Paranormal


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I admit it, guilty as charged. My name is Mrs. N, one-half of the bestselling N. N. Light, and I broke the first rule in writing: never write about yourself or real life in a novel. The truth is I am happy I did both and here’s why. I was inspired to write Princess of the Light through a chance encounter with a homeless man.

 

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I first got the idea for our debut novel one chilly morning back in 2012. It was a cold wintry morning and I was walking to the grocery store. I happened to look across the street and what I saw made me stop in my tracks. A homeless man was sitting on a curb next to the gas station. He wasn’t holding a sign or asking for money. His eyes were closed and his head was uplifted to the sky. There was such a contented and happy look in his weathered face. It took my breath away.

 

I wondered how he became homeless and if there was some way I could help him. I continued on with my day but my thoughts were filled with him and his plight. Who is he? Could I help him?

 

As the days and months passed, I saw him every day. He kept to himself and never begged for money. Instead, he walked the length of our town. Yes, he walked the length of the town. Every time I saw him, I nodded and said good morning. The simple act of kindness didn’t seem like a big deal to me but to him, it was as if I had given him the sun. I started leaving food and clothing for him. The more kindness I showed, the happier he appeared.

 

Rule #1: Never write about real life in fiction

 

I knew in my heart it was my calling to tell his story. He isn’t some nameless face; he’s someone’s son, brother, grandson, uncle, father, husband, and/or friend. If I had the power, I would be his protector and free him from the darkness keeping him prisoner. He would no longer be the forgotten man.

 

I made a promise to myself to donate part of the proceeds to food banks if our book got published. I am keeping my promise and through our marketing, people are donating to food banks on their own.

 

My motto for our book and for my life is spread the Light. It doesn’t matter to me what your spiritual beliefs are for everyone has the Light inside them. Spreading the Light comes in many forms but it starts with being kind.

 

Rule #2: Never write about yourself, especially when it comes to love and romance.

 

I wrote about my own love story with Mr. N. Gasp! I know you’re in shock and hoping I brought smelling salts. Stick with me for a moment and let me explain. The romantic story between Mary and Joe is simply based on my own love story.

 

I met Mr. N back in 2001. We actually met online in a Buffy the Vampire Slayer yahoo group and hit it off right away. We both adore Buffy and it was one of many things we had in common. We started out as friends but soon it blossomed into love. Through some uphill battles and insecurities on my part, I broke his heart not once but twice. It pains me to admit it but the second time around, I was truly cruel.

 

I thought it was over and I had moved on. I joined another Buffy yahoo group in 2003 and as fate would have it, Mr. N was there. Is the Universe trying to tell me something? He and I got to talking one night off-list. I asked for forgiveness and he granted it. We took it turtle-slow and before I knew what happened, I was in love with him. I mean, true love (the hills are alive with the sound of music) and my walls came tumbling down.

 

POL wedding

 

Long story short, I moved up north and married him in 2004. A few weeks ago, we celebrated our thirteenth wedding anniversary. Every day, I thank my lucky stars he forgave me and loves me unconditionally. This is my love story and every time I tell it (or Mr. N tells it), people swoon and say how utterly romantic it is. So I incorporated our love story into Princess of the Light.

 

Giving the rules a heave-ho allows writers the freedom to create irresistible stories.

 

Sometimes breaking the rules is needed to tell a really great story. I hope you will see how weaving real life with fantasy makes for an irresistible book. More writers should rebel like me and add dashes of real life into their stories.

 

Princess

 

Title: Princess of the Light

 

Author: N. N. Light

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Supernatural, Spiritual Romance

 

 

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:

Marie furrowed her brow and softly interrupted, “André is the Walking Man?”

 

I looked at Marie and asked, “You’ve heard of him?”

 

Marie nodded. “Of course. He is a staple of the Downtown area. There are a few groups I’m affiliated with that hand out food and clothing to those in need. He never comes to these events so I leave them by the area where he sleeps.” She paused, thoughtfully. “I just can’t believe that it is André.”

 

Joe cleared his throat and looked at his father. “What happened to André?”

 

Alfred sighed and after a moment said, “It really was the fault of that witch he was married to. She and her family treated him horribly. She was a gold digger and all she cared about was money and the prestige.”

 

Marie interrupted Alfred by saying, “I remember her. She was so mean to André and all she cared about was looking rich. Wealth is a gift—she just wanted it for a toy. She treated André so badly… and his mother-in-law was the worst. She would put him down all the time. In front of other people, no less.”

 

Alfred continued, “André was a good man and worked hard. He was working on a big project for the city. He worked night and day on the project and told me it was going to put Golden Lake on the map.

 

“He absolutely adored his daughter, too. I remember that clearly. She was his everything.” Alfred paused, apparently lost in his thoughts. With a sigh he said, “There was a scandal with the project, though, and André got fired. Soon after, Dara left him, took Katherine with her and André fell apart. He started drinking heavily and, without his daughter, his life fell apart.”

 

Joe looked at me and I fought to keep from throwing my hand over my mouth. There was purple fire in his eyes and I felt his anger. I already knew the story of André and I tried to smile at him.

 

I smelled burning flesh. Joe flashed in full armor fighting demons with a golden sword.

 

I gasped at the vision and brought my hand to my chest in shock feeling the key necklace, before I could stop the physical reaction. The necklace weighed heavily as did my heart. He would be fighting at my side soon.

 

Marie asked, “Are you okay, dear?”

 

Joe turned to look at his mother. He nodded and only said, “I never knew any of this.”

 

Alfred continued, “I am sorry, son, but you asked for the truth. This is what I know. André was sleeping at the office and drinking all the time. He was supposed to give a presentation to a client and was drunk. He got into a scuffle with his boss and rumor has it, André punched him.”

 

I feigned shock and said, “Oh my!”

 

Than is to blame. I don’t know how I know or what happened but I vow to the Lord that I will make Than pay, thought Joe.

 

I choked and almost spit out my drink. I just heard Joe’s thoughts! I had to set him straight and right away.

 

I cleared my throat and said awkwardly, “Joe, I think I left something in the car.”

 

Joe looked at me with eyebrows raised. “Excuse me, we’ll be right back,” I said with a smile.

 

I walked outside and knew that Joe was right behind me. When I reached the car, I whirled and said in a stern tone, “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

 

Joe stopped mid-step and said, “What are you talking about, Mary?”

 

I ran into his arms and whispered, “You cannot take on Than by yourself! I heard your thoughts in there. Now, I don’t know how you know that it was Than who drove André to punching his boss but please promise me that you will not get revenge.”

 

I paused to catch my breath and remembered what Gabriel told me. “Joe, in order to defeat the darkness and not become dark ourselves, we need to have a pure heart. We are filled with the Light and our motives must always be to speak the Truth and spread the Light.”

 

Joe took several deep breaths while he held me. He stroked my hair and whispered, “I’m sorry, my angel. I didn’t mean to frighten you and you are right. It was just a momentary thought.”

 

I lifted my head and locked eyes with Joe. Tears filled my eyes but I was determined. I bit at my top lip and then whispered, “Promise me you won’t put yourself in harm’s way.” Hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

 

Joe wiped at them and said in a deep, reassuring tone, “I promise, Mary. I promise I won’t be a hothead and I won’t be rash.” Then, he laid his forehead on mine and whispered, “Please don’t cry, darling. Please.”

 

I nodded and whispered, “I would die if I lost you. Than will use you to try to get to me. You are my love, my everything.” My voice cracked. “I would die if I lost you,” I repeated.

 

Joe shook my shoulders a little and looked deep into my eyes. “Listen to me, Mary, you will never lose me! Do you hear me? I am by your side now and forever.”

 

Overcome with emotion, Joe kissed me.

 

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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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If You Love #Paranormal + Small Town #Romance, Read the Destiny series by @LiviaQuinn #IARTG


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Enter Middle Earth (Destiny)…you won’t want to leave.

 

Ages ago a pact was made between all the supernatural species – shifters, djinn, dragons, vampires and fae – to protect humans. Just don’t tell the humans…

 

Tempe Pomeroy is a mail carrier and Tempestaerie though she’s been denying her storm powers for most of her life. Now her quickening in upon her and strange things are starting to happen in Destiny.

 

Former Navy pilot Jack Lang took the job as Sheriff of Destiny because he thought it was a quaint, safe, normal small town to raise his teenage daughter, like Mayberry.

 

Turns out Destiny is not Mayberry. Seriously, it’s more like Middle Earth.

 

Storm Crazy

 

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Blurb:

I’m Sheriff Jack Lang. After an exciting career as a Navy pilot, Destiny seemed like the perfect place to settle down – safe, sane and secure. But that ship sailed when I met Tempest Pomeroy – sexy redheaded mail lady and trouble magnet. Tempe never fails to test the limits of my patience or the law. Every time I think it’s the last straw, up pops another haystack.

 

My name is Tempest Pomeroy, and my human job is delivering the mail. I’m also a Paramortal like my family, or I’m supposed to be. If I didn’t have a few little talents, I’d think I was adopted. To say I was having a bad day would be like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on New Orleans. My brother’s genie bottle is missing, my mother’s AWOL, and the sheriff and my ex-lover are squaring off like yard dogs staking a claim over a poodle. I am no one’s poodle. I’ve denied my heritage for most of my life but all this chaos is a sign of my quickening Tempestaerie power.

 

Oh, and the sheriff? He thinks he’s settled in a normal, quaint small town—like Mayberry?! We’ll see how that turns out… Things better settle down soon, ‘cause I’m about to go…Storm Crazy.

 

Excerpt:

 

I heard a quiet click of metal behind me, spun around and swallowed a startled gasp. I was staring into the barrel of a mean looking gun, and at the other end of that rigid grip was an even meaner looking Jack Lang, the one I hadn’t met until now, a cold-as-ice predator. His knuckles were white but his arm was steady as a granite mountain.

 

“Where’s…my…daughter?” he growled. One eye actually twitched as silver eyes whitened into pure frost. If he was trying to scare me, he’d succeeded.

 

A sound rumbled up from his chest like that of an animal. “What have you done with Jordie?”

 

Recognition came in a flash. I smacked my hand against my forehead. “I knew I recognized her.”

 

His eyes seemed to take on an angular appearance, brows winging up, but the gun never wavered. “Woman, you’d better start talking or you’re not going to like my next move.”

 

Not an animal—a papa-bear.

 

I’m sorry.”

 

He gave a snarl of pain and grabbed me. “What do you mean you’re sorry?”

 

“I mean…” I squirmed in his bruising grip… ”I’m sorry I didn’t put it together.”

 

He roared, “What the hell are you talking about? Where is Jor—”

 

“She’s at your parents’.” It finally dawned on me; he thought I’d kidnapped his daughter. Zeus’ newborn godling!

 

“You’re lying. I was just there.” He recoiled when I put my hand on his arm, but thankfully, he was professional enough not to pull the trigger. My guess: he was probably tempted.

 

“Call her,” I suggested.

 

He pointed his finger at me and said, “You. Don’t. Move.”

 

This time, I obeyed.

 

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Cry Me a River

 

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Blurb:

Isn’t it just like a man to exit a relationship when he finds out a woman has a few little secrets?

 

The last time I saw Sheriff Lang, he got his first glimpse of my Paramortal “talents” – a few measly bolts of lightning aimed … in his general direction. He’s finally on board with our search for my brother but time is running out. 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’s an ex-Navy pilot. He says he wants to know “everything”. But after we answer his questions, he’ll probably grab his daughter and take the first jet out of Middle Earth. Oh, he may stick around, help me save my brother and discover the whereabouts of my parents, but I doubt he’ll still want to take me to the Mardi Gras ball, once he knows “everything”. There’s a lot of everything

 

 

Excerpt  

“What’s a Tempest fairy?” I asked her finally.

 

“Tempestaerie,” she corrected. “A major Tempestaerie can control the elements, air and water, though they will have some influence over fire and earth. Thus—my rain and lightning bolts, such as they are. Minor Tempestaeries like Paige have no significant talent.”

 

“Is that an honest assessment or just two kittens fighting over the milk?” I asked.

 

“Tempe’s understating her potential, Jack.” Dylan said, “In the past they’ve been known to call down asteroids.”

 

That got my attention.

 

Tempe shrugged. “It’s not all catastrophic drama though. A storm faerie, as we’ve been called, can turn into anything associated with weather.” She was quiet for a minute then her gaze met mine, her voice turned soft, sad. “I just remembered—when I was in my first week at school I think, it had been raining for days—the principal’s assistant came to my teacher and handed her a pair of black boots. There was a note in them from my mother. It said, “So your little feet will be dry and I can keep my girl close.” Her eyebrows dipped as tears flooded her eyes. “She’d turned into a pair of boots, and I walked around with her on my feet all day… long.”

 

Aurora said, “It was all Phoebe could get away with—”

 

A few splats of water were the only warning we had before a gentle rain began to fall on every surface of Aurora’s workroom. “Oh, dear. It’s getting quite unpredictable,” Aurora said as she wiped the rain from her eyes.

 

Dylan seemed to be out of patience. He rose advancing on me, staring me down with just a hint of grizzly-face. I rose standing toe to toe while the anger in his eyes sparked. I suspected it was directed mostly at himself. He cared for Tempe and the people here. I respected that. “You in or out, Lang?”

 

I knew my answer but I had a statement to make as well. “Show me your other—what did you call it, your Para—” The air bubbled around Dylan making it hard to discern any of his features, then the dressed in black, dark and deadly man standing eye to eye with me blurred once again into an eight-foot shaggy Sasquatch. His huge paws hung at his side, level with my shoulders.

 

I studied his furry-face, the slavering mouth, the intelligent black eyes. “Turn around,” I ordered.

 

The creature’s head tilted as if to say, Really? but turned as I reached out and tugged on his fur. A sound like a growl escaped and an image from the previous week resurfaced. “I saw you on Grand Pied Boulevard the morning after… damn,” I shook my head. “Grand Pied. French, for big foot—”

 

A bark escaped the massive jaws and the Finrir’s eyes glinted with laughter.

 

The air shifted as Dylan turned back, and I was face to face with the man again.

 

“So, you’re in.” Dylan’s voice sounded deeper, as if his vocal chords hadn’t quite made it from growl mode to human. Scratch that, not human.

 

“It’s a lot to take in…”

 

“And no time to play catch up,” said Dylan.

 

Tempe had stiffened, but visibly relaxed when I asked, “Where do we go from here?”

 

“We find River and take care of whoever is responsible.”

 

“Who do you think killed the Nucklevay?”

 

Dylan corrected, “Nucklavee. I’m not sure. Paige and her partners, Phoebe’s protectors, some other entity—human even—though not likely.”

 

“A human, go figure,” I muttered. I’d come a long way in two weeks… Light years.

 

 

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Eve of Chaos

 

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Blurb

“You vill meet a dahk dangerrous sttrrangah…”  Aurora predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War video game on “share” in a parallel universe, he walked in. Conor de Sept Flambe´— the Dark Knight they’d dubbed him—with his dark gleaming muscles, the distinctive leathery tattoos across his shoulders, armored boots and magnificent flashing swords.

 

“Where did he get those swords?” Montana asked, drooling. She’d been unable to force her eyes away from him all evening. Then he’d walked across the ballroom floor, parting the crowd like Moses through the Red Sea, and asked her to dance. Turns out, he’s quite the music lover. He said he wanted to show her some of his moves. Right! Her Dinnshencha warrior wasn’t born yesterday… There’s more to this Knight than meets the eye, and he’s quite an eyeful. Recognizing her diminishing strength, he offers to prepare her for the Chaos, twenty-four hours when many Paramortals would lose their power.

 

Sheriff Jack Lang knows something’s afoot with Conor’s appearance in Destiny. Crazies are coming out of the woodwork, Paramortals are losing their abilities, and dispositions going AWOL, Jack wants to know who will be left standing beside him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambe´ is what Jack thinks he is, the good guys might have a chance. If not, they’ll be in deep… trouble.  Where’s an F-18 when you need one?

 

 

Excerpt:

 

The chatter around us quieted suddenly. Montana and Jack looked over my shoulder.

Montana hissed behind me, a sound I’d never heard from her. “Mother of all the gods! Who is that?”

 

We turned as the elder at the door called out, “Conor de Sept-Flambe, Knight of his Majesty’s realm.”

 

Jack stiffened and muttered, “Which Majesty?”

 

“What realm?” I wondered aloud.

 

“Where’d he get those damn swords?” breathed Montana behind me. Leave it to a warrior goddess to appreciate and hone in on the most obvious feature of the newcomer’s costume.

 

The—it seemed lacking somehow to call him a man though he appeared to be, but I could see why both of them had reacted to the stranger.

 

He wore a beautiful black and red mask, which was slightly reptilian in design, strapped around his shoulder length black hair. He was shirtless and radiated danger with intricate red and black tattoos that resembled bat wings across his shoulders and triceps. He didn’t need a costume t-shirt with abs painted on it. The ridges of his torso indicated strength and discipline. Matching leather strips banded his bulging biceps and matched the jagged hemmed samurai pants floating about his muscular calves.

 

“Looks like someone left their video game on too long,” said Jack.

 

The Knight Flambe did indeed look like he’d walked straight from the Martial Arts/Samurai Assassin video game into the Grand Ball. His boots were exquisitely tooled silver and bronze, with a belt of the same metals, which glimmered flat against his lower abdomen. When he turned to hand his invitation to the elder there was a collective murmur and Jack made a low guttural sound.

 

Two long deadly looking gold and silver swords crisscrossed his back and seemed to shoot fire with each movement down their jagged twisting length. As he listened to the announcement, the knight’s hands, girded at the wrist in pewter, bronze and gold to the elbows, fisted and relaxed, making the tendons flex from elbow to chest. Whew!

 

Montana stood like a statue of a Valkyrie, her hands clenching and unclenching, piercing cobalt eyes locked on the figure dressed in precious metals, leather and a lot of bronzed skin. Menori reacted restlessly to the dark knight.

 

So did Jack. It was as if they were meeting as equals on some arena of war—not as I’d described him and Dylan—like dogs fighting over their Poodle. This was something elemental, as if they knew each other at their core. It lasted mere seconds but it was as if time during those few seconds amplified, expanded to push away all other sounds and only those of us who saw, felt, and understood, well, I didn’t understand except to know that something of impetus had passed between them.

 

Party sounds filtered in again from the other room and the Knight Flambe’ took three deliberate steps off the platform, glancing toward Montana and away. His sharp predatory gaze met each attendee briefly, making each person acknowledge his presence, like he was studying them one by one and simultaneously erasing himself from their minds. I shook my head. We’d had our share of supernaturals, but this powerful looking ‘soldier’, a sexy sword-wielding samurai warrior… it was a first.

 

The newcomer bowed and walked deliberately through the crowd, which parted like the Red Sea for the Israelites, to give him and his swords an unencumbered path to the bar. Montana devoured him with her eyes. She had not moved since he walked in the door. Interesting.

 

“Reckon that’s a costume? Or is he some kind of knight in shining armor?” I asked.

 

Jack said, “He doesn’t seem the type.”

 

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Blame It on the Moon

 

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It’s the height of the Para-moon and Jack is up to his ‘six’ in alligators. Defending those weaker than himself is in his DNA which is what made him become a Navy pilot. But who is he kidding? Alligators he could handle! Supernatural bad guys… and ragtag doesn’t begin to describe his band of temporary ’heroes’. If he had to go to war with the troup that showed up at dawn, he might as well start cutting up white sheets and attaching them to garden stakes.

 

There’s little time to worry about his future with Tempe as one crisis after another raises its head. He must find a healer for Dylan, relocate a lost elemental, make a formal request for help from the Fae, figure out what the hell his crazy ex Georgeanne is up to, and – very important – keep the humans in the dark. 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.

 
Excerpt:

Montana

 

What? I can be humble…

 

“Um, I know you’d prefer to eat me more than listen to me, or divide me up with the clan…”

 

Petre growled, “I don’t share…”

 

I heard Conor swords slip out of their sheaths. Petre’s posture relaxed slightly. I said, “I was asked to inform you of the Chaos and beg your assistance.” Petre’s eyes flared and the view of his teeth became more prominent as he gave what I assumed – that comment seemed to give him particular pleasure.

 

And if birds could be said to roll their eyes, I would swear that’s what Petre’s Queen had aimed in his direction. Then Petre said, “Kneel, vampire.”

 

It wasn’t my imagination. The crowd of nasty looking fairies thought this conversation was the appetizer to the main course. My snide comment about the shakedown earlier might come back to bite me—literally. I’d have to be more careful in the future and more aware of species customs—if I made it past the next sixty-seconds. A tiny voice in my head, I’d like to think that was Arabella as well, said I’d been getting my way for too long.

 

“Uhnn…your highness, I’m sorry about my earlier insensitive comment. We could really—”

 

Petre shook his head no and drool escaped the toothy grins of some of the fae’s lips. He extended a hand that looked like a giant spider with its disjointed digits and large knuckles, and pointed the longest of four fingers at the floor.

 

I groaned inwardly and looked at Conor, who simply leaned on his giant sword and shrugged. I could almost hear him thinking, “Needs must”. Yeah, yeah.

 

Okay, what’s a little humble pie if it keeps you from being torn apart by a bunch of crazed fae? Watch them carefully, I knelt on the stone floor feeling the thrum of energy vibrating through the floor in pulsing waves.

 

“Can we talk now?” I asked Petre, beginning to get concerned.

 

He studied me briefly then satisfied, asked,”What were the exact words the Tempestaerie used?”

 

I repeated Phoebe’s message verbatim. “Vazar Aquilei vel Aq-ligea meile.” It was the old Paramortal language, to paraphrase it meant, Fae, get your asses over here and defend your Paramortal brothers. I waited for a signal from the fae King that my message has been accepted.

 

Subtle changes took place on his features and in the room’s atmosphere. It wouldn’t have been noticeable to most beings but I felt the shift from pure antagonism to something more positive. Petre said in his even, kingly voice,”Rise, Bratislava.”

 

Surprised that he knew my real name I looked at him. He was once again beautiful and if not cheerful, at least he looked hospitable, like he could skip the vampire au gratin.

 

Arabella appeared at my side in her fairy queen body. I wondered if Conor was affected by the Queen’s beauty or their glamour but when I looked his way, he remained impassive. He was really good.

 

 

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Take These Broken Wings

 

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Blurb:

Strap in! ‘cause it’s a wild ride through Destiny, or should I say Middle Earth…

 

Five months ago, Sheriff Jack Lang would have sworn there were no such things as vampires, tempestaeries, djinn or dragons. That was before he met Tempest Pomeroy, his sexy redheaded mail lady and… trouble magnet. He’d fallen for her before he found out about her “special abilities”. But that wasn’t what turned his life upside down.

 

No, to say Jack’s world had gone FUBAR was like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.

 

Tempe had been afraid her supernatural nature would be a problem for Jack, who’d mistaken Destiny for a “normal” safe small town, but that didn’t explain why he’d left her in favor of haunting the highest levees in the parish. She knew he’d received a shock, but what was it going to take to get him to return to his life – and to her? A stubborn man is one thing; a grumpy, depressed twenty-ton dragon is a bit more of a challenge…

 
Excerpt

Tempe

 

“Aiy-yy…”

 

The long cry intensified as it grew closer. Then a bright silver streak whizzed by me, the reason for the sound now apparent.

 

I watched my boyfriend, a silver dragon, run toward the top of the levee at full speed—it was more like a clumsy lope—and leap, sun sparkling like diamonds from his crystalline scales before he disappeared from sight. The sound cutoff abruptly and was followed by a huge splash. Zeus’ missing molars!

 

I made it to the crown of the levee just in time to watch Jack plummet, wings flapping furiously—to no avail—into the river below. “Below” wasn’t that far and “river” was too generous a word for the swampy backwater where he now sat, covered in duck weed and gumbo looking like a dejected dragon on a Saturday morning TV show. And tired. Poor baby.

 

His handsome dragon face turned up at me, beautiful silver green eyes revealing more than a little distress. I’d thought he could shift, but he hadn’t. Instead he pushed up out of the muck, his enormous backside making a loud wet swhuuuck as the gumbo released its hold.

 

I stood out of the line of fire while he gave a mighty shake and great globs of slimy mud flew in all directions, leaving his scales sparkling and shiny once again. At least he was getting a grasp of some aspects of his change, or it was instinct. His powerful hind legs lifted from the swampy water and one step at a time he walked toward me, then hopped up onto the bank. The ground quaked. I widened my stance to keep from falling over. From my position on the levee I was nearly eye level with him.

 

“No luck, huh?” I asked.

 

He opened his mouth to speak and remembered he wasn’t able to, yet. Our dragon friend, Conor, seemed to think speaking in his shifted form would come in time. Jack shook his crystal-bright head and rainbows bounced off the water.

 

“That sucks,” I said, shading my eyes. He glared at me and I shrugged. “Sorry, no pun intended.” He turned away.

 

A trudging dragon is a sorry sight. All of his frustration and uncertainty was apparent in the slump of his massive dragon shoulders, in the way his wings dropped to his sides, and in the ground-shaking thump of his feet. For a second I thought about having a t-shirt made for him with MY BUTT IS DRAGGIN’ emblazoned on the front. I’m really not that mean, just as frustrated as my man.

 

“Jack. Wait.” I ran down the levee after him as he plodded, a fatalistic air to his stride. Boom…thud, boom…thud.

 

Jack’s problem, the disappointment that was eating at him after the initial hope that had helped him come to terms with his dragonness, was that he couldn’t fly. He simply could not believe that a former Navy jet pilot-turned-dragon would not be a flying dragon. And obviously, it wasn’t for lack of trying.

 

I’d never forget the first time I saw him in his backyard under the moonlight looking alternately disconcerted and elated. He denied the elated part right off, because it simply wouldn’t do to admit that as much as he wanted to fly again, admitting to the desire to fly as a dragon would just not do. First, he had to admit he was a dragon. Maybe I could find him a dragons anonymous meeting. His problem is denial. Jack is old hands with the emotion.

 

I watched his steady progress toward the woods. He’d apparently given up for the day. The sun was rising and humans would be about. I wished he’d return to his job as sheriff of Destiny. That and his parental responsibilities would keep him grounded. Oh, Zeus, another pun.

 

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Blood Moon by Livia Quinn Blurb:

 

There’s a new supe in Destiny. She sauntered into the Moat of Morpheus¾ a redheaded violet-eyed warrior carrying a giant head-splitter of a sword and wielding it with magic. Her name was Cinder. River felt an immediate attraction as well as a lifting of the despair that had been his only companion for months. But it was short lived.

 

She was there to kill a dragonhunter and she accused River of hiding the truth about him. Turns out, she was right. River had a secret and his own reasons for remaining quiet. If he couldn’t break free from the villain’s control, there would be devastating consequences for his family and ultimately, the other Paramortals.

 

After his sister and the dragon sheriff go missing, River and Cinder join forces. But history has a way of coming full circle and echoes from their past bring a shattering revelation about their Paramortal family and the dragonhunter’s true identity, a perspective neither of them could have anticipated. Can they forgive the past to overcome their common enemy or will the news tear their relationship and the Paramortals apart forever?

 

Excerpt:

River was deathly sick of hanging out at bars, especially this one. He didn’t know if the depression and fatalism that had absorbed all his thoughts had started before he’d found out about the enthrallment, or if they were a product of the company he was keeping, miscreants, killers, thieves, variants, whose main goal was to destroy Paramortals. They had no compunctions about who they used or how. Case in point… his ‘brother’. He’d become numb to them, apathetic about their open hostility and uncaring about their jibes.

 

“He may be the son of the greatest Djinn, but look at him. He’s a wastrel,” said a dark fae. “We could take him.”

 

River had spent a small amount of energy to beat back their rhetoric though he hadn’t much cared. What was wrong with him? He remembered enough to know he was different.

 

Maybe his strange response to the sexy red dragon had temporarily awakened his sensibilities, and his moral compass. Yes, he’d felt it when she was close to him. Where was she? She could be trying again at this very moment to take Styx’ head.

 

He wished. At least, he knew he should and could wish for that very outcome. If it were that simple, it would be done. Over. Fini. But Djinn couldn’t grant their own wishes.

 

Something pressed again at the corner of his mind. The times he’d been close to her… it was almost as if her presence countered the emotional effects of the enthrallment. He’d felt bewitched by her that first time. He set his glass down. Maybe he could test his theory.

 

A harried voice from the other end of the bar drew River’s attention. “Eh, mate, ah need a cold one, and fast. Ma feet ‘er burnin’. The water is near boilin’ out ther’ and the sand ain’t much bettuh. It’s turned to glass in some places, eh?”

 

Two creatures scooted their chairs back and walked toward the exit, curious to see this phenomenon. River frowned. What could make water boil and sand turn to glass?

 

Dragon fire for one.

 

He passed the scruffy looking were, reptilian if his webbed feet were any indication, and strode quickly down the tunnel after the other two.

 

He sensed her presence on the Isle as soon as he exited the tunnel. Djinn radar was keen or… well, there was something special about her. Finding a small crowd gathered not a hundred yards from the Moat, he merely stood behind them, tall enough to watch the action over their heads. He wasn’t the only one mesmerized by the display she was putting on.

 

She was as bright as the sun, majestic, with her feet planted in the sand, her neck stretched out, creating a large circle of brilliant blue flame. Several short blasts were accompanied by her large claws kicking the sand. She aimed the next blast down the beach away from the crowd, obviously aware of her audience and taking care with them, but she was just as obviously in a snit.

 

He laughed. And everyone on the beach turned. Djinn were renowned for their thunderous voices and boisterous laughter going back to ancient times. It went with their gregarious personalities and strong connection to the elements. But this wasn’t something anyone had heard from River, ever. Dutch¾but never River. Some had begun to question if they were even related.

 

They weren’t the only ones paying attention. The red dragon had stopped mid breath and turned her haughty glare on him, which made him laugh even harder. Efrit, she was mad because he was interrupting her tantrum.

 

She lowered her head and lifted her powerful legs, planting one foot in front of the other as the crowd parted, watching, fascinated by the play in front of them, forgetting their fear and the heat. This was going to be entertaining.

 

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Hi, I’m Livia Quinn. With a lifelong 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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What if You Were Chosen, Would You Believe the Angel and Act? #POTL #books #paranormal


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What if you woke up one morning and realized that you were the chosen Princess of the Light?

 

What would you do?  Would you quit your job and contact every religious leader in the world and announce your arrival?  Would you keep it quiet and not tell anyone?

 

Hello, my name is Mary and I am just like you.  A normal person who God happened to choose to help the world.  I was skeptical at first but you can’t deny a miracle when you witness it.

 

I don’t expect you to believe me.  But just you wait and see…

 

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Title: Princess of the Light

 

Author: N. N. Light

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Supernatural, Spiritual Romance

 

Logline:

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:

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my skin glowing. What on earth? Gasping and looking around, I wondered if anyone else could see the purplish glow.

 

“Princess?” Gabriel’s voice echoed in my head.

 

When I turned around and saw Gabriel behind me, I smiled. “I’m glowing,” I exclaimed happily, then asked, “Is that normal? Can others see my glow?” I added in a whisper.

 

“Princess, you’ll find that people will see you in many different ways. Most will be drawn to you—not knowing why—and you’ll help them see the Light.”

 

I nodded in understanding. Then it dawned on me that Gabriel was wearing clothes—a plain, grey hoodie and blue jeans. Where was his heavenly attire and wings?

 

Gabriel chuckled. “I can appear human when the moment arises.” Wait. He can read my thoughts?

 

I wondered what else he’d heard. So, he could appear however he wished and he could read my thoughts… Great.

 

I know this is coming at you fast, but please don’t be afraid. You’ll quickly adjust, and soon you won’t even think about it. I heard Gabriel’s words in my head, but his mouth remained in a kind smile.

 

“You met André earlier.” Gabriel said, aloud this time, getting right to the point.

 

I nodded. “Yes.”

 

“André’s story is a sad one. Let this be your first task as the Princess of the Light: Help André.”

 

“How can I help?” He seemed to shun people and any contact whatsoever.

 

“You will, because it’s His will. Do you doubt?” Gabriel paused. “I will be near you at all times,” he reassured me.

 

I shook my head. “I don’t doubt. It’s just… I don’t know how I can help.” Truthfully, there was more to it than even that. What if I failed? What if I couldn’t help André because of my own short comings?

 

I sighed.

 

Gabriel looked at me and simply smiled. “Remember you carry the Light. It is in you to do. But first you have to believe. Do you?”

 

He was asking the faith question. I certainly believed in the Lord and His magnificent power. “Yes,” I said. “I have faith and I trust in God. With you as my guide and the Lord leading me, I can do it.” Now, if only I believed that last part.

 

“Concentrate on the Light within you and imagine your Light is easing his pain,” he said. Gabriel then turned me back toward to the sidewalk and pointed down a little ways.

 

I guess we weren’t going to have a discussion first. We were just going to get started.

 

About five hundred yards away, the Walking Man—André, I corrected myself—was on the sidewalk. He appeared to be talking to himself.

 

What should I do?

 

Gabriel’s voice echoed back in my head, The Light in you can heal. It can take away darkness. It reveals Truth. Truth cannot be destroyed. Your enemy may twist it, hide it under a blanket of darkness, and even laugh at it. But he cannot destroy it.

 

I nodded, trying to create a mantra in my head: I’m the Princess of the Light. I’m the Carrier of the Light, and Light reveals Truth. I can do this. I concentrated hard on the Walking Man, lifted my arm and prayed, Let the Light enter André and ease his suffering.

 

Suddenly, what looked like purple lightning bolts shot out of my palm and seemed to enter his chest. Whoa, what was that?

 

I spun around to ask Gabriel, but he was gone.

 

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The Ghost Chronicles, Book 1 by @MarloBerliner #YA #Paranormal #bookreview


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Title: The Ghost Chronicles, Book 1

Author: Marlo Berliner

Genre: Upper YA Paranormal with Adult Crossover Appeal

 

Book Blurb:

Can Michael get to heaven before the devil gets him first, and if it means leaving Sarah is he sure he still wants to go?

 

Michael Andrews had everything – a loving family, a great girlfriend and a promising basketball career. That was before the accident that took his life. Now, he’s a ghost, wandering among the living, struggling to understand why he’s stuck. All he wants is to move on.

 

That is until he meets Sarah, an attractive young girl who died just as tragically as he did. The only trouble is falling in love and binding oneself to another soul is forbidden, for it may keep one or both of the souls bound to earth for longer than they should be.

 

To make matters worse, there’s also a danger in going too far with Sarah, because the “joining” of two souls in the afterlife is also strictly forbidden and they don’t know what will happen if they do go that far. Each time they touch they can feel the boundaries of their energies slipping perilously into one another.

 

Things get even more complicated as Michael learns he’s being pursued. Demons are after him because he’s a marked soul, a soul the devil wants very badly for some unknown reason.

 

So, maybe falling in love in the afterlife isn’t such a good idea.

 

 

My Review:

Michael Andrews has a charmed life, that is, until his young life is cut short due to an accident. But contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t move on to Heaven or Hell; he’s roaming haplessly among the living. Not sure what to do or how to feel, he clings to the past and pines for the future he’ll never get. But then he meets Tom who becomes like a mentor to him. He discovers he’s got the Devil on his tail, hunting him down to drag him into Hell. Just when the afterlife was getting interesting…

 

Michael on the run when he bumps into Sarah, a ghost just like him, and they instantly connect. Can two spirits fall in love? Anything is possible but it’s against the ghostly rules. Is their love affair over before it starts and why does the Devil want his soul so badly?

 

I’m a huge paranormal fan and this ghostly tale, while not scary in any way, sheds light on what the afterlife might be like. Confusing, sad, overwhelming, happy, are some of the emotions portrayed which made me think long after I finished the book.

 

I took a full star off my rating for the abrupt ending. I know that this is book one in the series but for me to read the next one, there needs to be some kind of conclusion, a plot arc closed, something. Disappointing.

 

I loved the backdrop of New Jersey and the author’s descriptive narration transported me. The world-building in The Ghost Chronicles, while not 100% original, suspended my disbelief completely. I was completely taken into Michael’s head through his POV and his reactions made it an excellent read. The romance, while sweet, made me smile. Michael and Sarah are so cute together, exploring love and desire as ghosts.

 

If you love paranormal with a touching romance, pick this up today. I look forward to reading book two and seeing what happens next.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: “To be warm again, to tingle again, to feel again, these sensations were so familiar, yet already so forgotten.”

 

My Rating: 4 stars

 

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Marlo Berliner is the award-winning author of THE GHOST CHRONICLES, her debut book which was released in November 2015 to critical acclaim. The book won the 2016 NJRW Golden Leaf Award for Best First Book, was named a FINALIST in the National Indie Excellence Awards for Young Adult Fiction, received the Literary Classics Seal of Approval, and was awarded a B.R.A.G. Medallion. Marlo is represented by Eric Ruben of the Ruben Agency and she writes young adult, women’s fiction, and short stories. Marlo is also a freelance editor with Chimera Editing. Her second book, THE GHOST CHRONICLES BOOK 2, will be released in August 2017.

 

When she’s not writing or editing, Marlo loves reading, relaxing at the beach, watching movies, and rooting for the Penn State Nittany Lions. After having spent some wonderful time in Pittsburgh and Houston, she’s now back in her home state of New Jersey where she resides with her husband, two sons, and a rambunctious puppy named Max.

 

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It’s #Paranormal/ #ParanormalRomance Day on the #POTL Blog! #books #FridayReads #amreading


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Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. It’s Paranormal/Paranormal Romance Day here on the POTL Blog (review to come later this morning) and I wanted to share with you my top seven all-time favorite paranormal/paranormal romance series. They’re not in any particular order (other than me remembering them) and I highly recommend them. The book titles are for the first book in the series. I’d love to hear your favorites so please comment below.

 

Midnight Crossroad (A Novel of Midnight, Texas Book 1) by Charlaine Harris

Welcome to Midnight, Texas, a town with many boarded-up windows and few full-time inhabitants, located at the crossing of Witch Light Road and the Davy highway. It’s a pretty standard dried-up western town.

 

There’s a pawnshop with three residents. One is seen only at night. There’s a diner, but people stopping there tend not to linger. There’s a newcomer, Manfred Bernardo, who just wants to work hard and blend in. But Manfred has secrets of his own…

 

Lucifer’s Daughter (Princess of Hell Book 1) by Eve Langlais

It drives my dad nuts I’m such a goody two shoes, but the fact that I’m a virgin makes smoke pour from his ears. See, I’m determined to save myself for love, but daddy dear, more commonly known as Lucifer, just wants me to stop being an embarrassment. Would it kill you to sin a little?

Maybe he’ll get his wish because I met an intriguing hunk last night in my bar. Could he be the one? He certainly melts my panties like marshmallows over the coals of Hell, but do I dare trust him? My last boyfriend thought he’d gain infamy by killing me. He’s infamous all right. Dad had him mounted on a wall, his version of modern art titled, ‘Touch my baby girl and die’. Cute in a twisted way.

My love life isn’t the only thing I’ve got to worry about. There’s someone threatening the denizens of Hell, and while my daddy says to not worry my pretty little head about it, I an involved because whoever is behind the attacks keeps coming after me.

Bring it. I’m not afraid. Being a princess of Hell means that sometimes I have to grab a demon by the horns and slap it around. It’s what keeps my ass looking great.

Nothing in my life is ever simple, and I blame that on my dad, Lucifer. Assassination attempts, hellhounds, and a rebellion in Hell? A piece of cake compared to the turmoil in my heart. No one ever told me love would be the toughest battle of all.

 

Sanguinary (Night Shift Book 1) by Margo Bond Collins

Detective Cami Davis and her sexy, cowboy-turned-vampire informant are all that’s standing between humanity and monsters who would rule the world—and all that’s standing between them having a torrid love affair is the fact that he’s an enemy of humanity.

 

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When Dallas police detective Cami Davis joined the city’s vampire unit, she planned to use the job as a stepping-stone to a better position in the department. She didn’t know then what she knows now: A silent war rages between humans and their supposedly pacified predators, and the vampires are winning. With the clock running out on her kind, Cami will do whatever she must to defeat the “Sanguinary.”

 

Enter Reese Fulton, a disaffected ex-cop and a vampire. She can’t exactly trust him, but with his cowboy boots and good-ole-boy drawl he’s the perfect beard for Cami’s fledgling undercover operation. Yet playing Reese’s Claimed—a vampire’s personal bloodgiver—isn’t as straightforward as she was led to believe. His bite is as enthralling as his dimpled smile, and soon Cami is wondering which will pose more of a challenge: subduing the enemies of humanity…or her own desire.

 

Bitten (Women of the Otherworld) by Kelley Armstrong

An erotically charged, addictive thriller from the future queen of suspense.

Living in Toronto for a year, Elena is leading the normal life she has always dreamed of, including a stable job as a journalist and a nice apartment shared with her boyfriend. As the lone female werewolf in existence, only her secret midnight prowls and her occasional inhuman cravings set her apart. Just one year ago, life was very different. Adopted by the Pack when bitten, Elena had spent years struggling with her resentment at having her life stolen away. Torn between two worlds, and overwhelmed by the new passions coursing through her body, her only option for control was to deny her awakening needs and escape.

But now the Pack has called Elena home to help them fight an alliance of renegade werewolves who are bent on exposing and annihilating the Pack. And although Elena is obliged to rejoin her “family,” she vows not to be swept up in Pack life again, no matter how natural it might feel. She has made her choice. Trouble is, she’s increasingly uncertain if it’s the right one.

An erotically charged thriller, Bitten will awaken the voracious appetite of every reader, as the age-old battle between man and beast, between human and inhuman forces, comes to a head in one small town and within one woman’s body.

 

Raven’s Peak (World on Fire Book 1) by Lincoln Cole

A quiet little mountain town is hiding a big problem. When the townsfolk of Raven’s Peak start acting crazy, Abigail Dressler is called upon to discover the root of the evil affecting people. She uncovers a demonic threat unlike any she’s ever faced and finds herself in a fight just to stay alive.

 

Abigail rescues Haatim Arison from a terrifying fate and discovers that he has a family legacy in the supernatural that he knows nothing about. Now she’s forced to protect him, which is easy, but also to trust him if she wants to save the townsfolk of Raven’s Peak. Trust, however, is something hard to have for someone who grew up living on the knife’s edge of danger.

 

Can they discover the cause of the town’s insanity and put a stop to it before it is too late?

 

Slouch Witch (The Lazy Girl’s Guide To Magic Book 1) by Helen Harper

Hard Work Will Pay Off Later. Laziness Pays Off Now. 

Let’s get one thing straight – Ivy Wilde is not a heroine. In fact, she’s probably the last witch in the world who you’d call if you needed a magical helping hand. If it were down to Ivy, she’d spend all day every day on her sofa where she could watch TV, munch junk food and talk to her feline familiar to her heart’s content.

However, when a bureaucratic disaster ends up with Ivy as the victim of a case of mistaken identity, she’s yanked very unwillingly into Arcane Branch, the investigative department of the Hallowed Order of Magical Enlightenment. Her problems are quadrupled when a valuable object is stolen right from under the Order’s noses.

It doesn’t exactly help that she’s been magically bound to Adeptus Exemptus Raphael Winter. He might have piercing sapphire eyes and a body which a cover model would be proud of but, as far as Ivy’s concerned, he’s a walking advertisement for the joyless perils of too much witch-work.

And if he makes her go to the gym again, she’s definitely going to turn him into a frog.

 

Fugitive of Magic (Dragon’s Gift: The Protector Book 1) by Linsey Hall

In the city of Magic’s Bend, I protect what’s mine. No matter what.

To the world, I’m a just a Conjurer. To my closest friends, I’m a FireSoul–a dangerous Magica with forbidden powers and a dragon’s soul. The downside? If anyone discovers what I am, I’m dead. So I lay low, kicking butt with my weapons, not my magic.

Things get ugly when I witness the murder of a powerful vampire ally and become the key suspect. Soon, I’m hunted by the sexiest, strongest supernatural I’ve ever met. Ares is an unheard of vampire hybrid, and it’s hard to say if he wants to kiss me or kill me.

I’ve got three days to catch the real killer. The bad news? It will take my forbidden magic to succeed. But can I control it, much less keep my secret with Ares watching my every move? Especially when the stakes get ever higher?

I’m used to protecting others…now I have to protect myself.

Fugitive of Magic is a fast-paced fantasy mystery with a kick-butt heroine, a tough hero, and magic that will blow your socks off.

 

 

What’s your favorite paranormal/paranormal romance series? Share in the comments below. Happy Reading!

 

MRS N, Book Addict

 

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writing writers

 

People ask me all the time how to write.  I think it must be one of those secret desires in people, to know how books get written.  People are fascinated with it and stare at me like I’m their favorite candy.

 

The truth is that writing is different for everyone.  It’s a very personal experience.  Ever since I was little, I’ve been writing.  By the time I was in high school, I had filled several journals, diaries and notebooks. Stories, poems, prose all poured out of me.  It’s like a tick, only with ink.

 

I write because I have to.  If I don’t write, my body will start to twitch and the voices will just consume me.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to write and I feel so blessed by this gift.  The voices, or characters as I call them in polite society, speak to me and I write them down.  Many times, more than one character vies for my attention (think Real Housewives but in my brain).

 

When I met the Walking Man (the homeless man who inspired Princess of the Light), I knew that it was up to me to tell his story.  He was my daily inspiration and when I didn’t feel like writing, all I had to do was think of him out in the cold.  The words just flowed out of me.

 

Princess of the Light is published and next month celebrates its third book birthday.  Does that mean that the voices stop? No way! They are even louder and body-slamming each other for my attention. They want their five minutes in the spotlight in future books.  I’m writing book two as fast as I can but it’s not fast enough for Than, head demon. He wants his revenge and nothing will stop him… or so he thinks.

 

I write because I love it.  I love seeing people respond to my writing.  I love making a difference and spreading the Light.  I love inspiring others.

 

I write, most of all, for my survival.  I need to write like I need oxygen to breathe.  It is a part of my body, mind and soul.  Without writing, I am not quite myself.

 

If you have a story begging to be told, get writing! You may be like me and your very survival may depend on it!

 

Princess

 

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: 

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, Amber, call in, “Mary, are you okay?”

 

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

 

“Hey, 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 knew I didn’t know exactly what his words meant, but I knew 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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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 and Independent Author Network.

 

Sign up for their author newsletter and get exclusive content and prizes 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.

 

50% 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

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What goes into world-building? In @LiviaQuinn’s case, it’s personal… #paranormal #amwriting


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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.

 

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.

 

Blame it on the Moon

 

Title: Blame it on the Moon

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Southern Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

*** Blame it on the Moon is book 4 in the Destiny Paramortals, a world of tempestaeries (storm witches), dragons, shifters vampires and fae. ***

 
Is it Mayberry or Middle Earth? Well, duh… Ages ago a pact was made between the supernatural species – shifters, djinn, dragons, vampires and fae – to protect humans. Just don’t tell the humans…

 

“ok…WOW!!!! All I can say is wow! I enjoy all of the Storm Lake Books but this is my favorite.” Blame it on the Moon

 
“Oh my God I just loved this book. I don’t know how I missed the first two books of this series. Do yourself a favor and run don’t walk to your one click button and buy this book. You want regret it, I didn’t.” Eve of Chaos

 

It’s the height of the Para-moon and Jack is up to his ‘six’ in alligators. Defending those weaker than himself is in his DNA which is what made him become a Navy pilot. But who is he kidding? Alligators he could handle! Supernatural bad guys… and ragtag doesn’t begin to describe his band of temporary ’heroes’. If he had to go to war with the troupe that showed up at dawn, he might as well start cutting up white sheets and attaching them to garden stakes.

There’s little time to worry about his future with Tempe as one crisis after another raises its head. He must find a healer for Dylan, relocate a lost elemental, make a formal request for help from the Fae, figure out what the hell his crazy ex Georgeanne is up to, and – very important – keep the humans in the dark. 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.

 

Universal Buy Link:

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About the Author: 

Livia Quinn is a DC native living on the bayou in Louisiana where she gets her inspiration for hunks, storms and all things supernatural. She’s been a plant manager, professional singer, mail lady, salesperson and business owner and has stored up many quirky stories to share with her readers. Visit her website at https://liviaquinn.com   or sign up for her newsletter here http://eepurl.com/W94bb

 

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Have you ever felt like you were having one of those dayzzzz?  To say Tempest Pomeroy was having a little trouble with the locals was like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on the Gulf Coast. Only time will tell if her world will right itself, but it’s Destiny after all. And ludicrous is its middle name.

What readers are have said…

“Storm Crazy is awesome! I love this series!” Storm Crazy

“I didn’t want it to end.” Cry Me a River

“Oh My God, I loved this book. Run don’t walk to the buy button…” Eve of Chaos

Blurb:

Storm Lake… Is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?

On the west end of Storm Lake lies Destiny, home of the Paramortals, supernatural beings (fae, djnn, vamps, shifters, even dragons – shh, that’s a secret) living beside humans.

I’m Tempest Pomeroy and my human job is delivering the mail. I come from a family of Tempestaeries and Djnn. Left alone to raise my brother, River, I denied my heritage for years. Now River’s genie bottle is missing, the males in my life are acting crrrazy, and my emotions are threatening to unleash my Tempestaerie powers whether I like it or not.

I turned to a human, Sheriff Jack Lang, a hunky ex-Navy pilot who believes he moved to a normal small town – like Mayberry – to raise his teenage daughter.

As he investigates the strange happenings in the area, it’s inevitable that Jack will be…erm…enlightened about Destiny’s and my true nature. Especially when the locals begin ‘exposing’ their special ‘aptitudes’. Jack says he wants to know everything, but once he does, will he stay and fight for us and the Paramortals, or take the first F-18 out of Middle Earth?

‘Cause there’s a lot of everything

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This boxset is on SALE for .99 on Kobo and iTunes. It includes books 1-3 in the Destiny Paramortals: Storm Crazy, Cry Me a River, and Eve of Chaos.

Books 4 & 5 are available on every retailer and book 6 is coming in October

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A Note From Livia:

Well, I blew it, everyone. So sorry. Apparently it takes longer to get the price reduced and our power was knocked out last night so I couldn’t check.

 

BUT when it takes effect sometime today, I’m leaving it free for a week. Normally 5.99-6.99 the book will be .99 until next Tuesday!!

 

And just for your inconvenience, when you comment that you’ve ordered a copy, I’ll enter you in my kindle giveaway for October which I’m announcing on my upcoming newsletter.

 

 

A Sneak Peek:

The rumble beneath my feet was the only notice I had of the electric strike that rode straight up my legs, curling in my midsection and crawling swiftly along my right arm to produce my own version of a Fourth of July sparkler, emanating from that fingertip. Then brilliant bolts of crackling white light spit and sizzled in my palm, sending jagged streamers of hot blue fire ten feet into the air.

I gawked.

A car entering a nearby street freed me from the mesmerizing light display. This was different from any of the charging I’d previously experienced. Bigger. Usually it just sort of replenished on its own. Panicked, I looked over my shoulder, and exhaled. So far so good.

Now what? I needed to command the fire in my hand to… what? Before I could say, “Be gone,” or “Go thither,” the light subsided to a small crackly glow. That was it then. Instinct took over. I knelt beside Mr. Jackson and placed my glowing index finger against his chest. With a single szzwaattt, I zapped him, right in the heart. His chest arched up only the barest of seconds as it met my magical defibrillator, then his body relaxed.

Momentarily deafened and somewhat addled as my faculties came back online, I groped for the pulse in his neck. For a second, I thought I’d failed. But then, his tired, smoke glutted organ started beating.

Thank the gods.

Only the slight whiff of burnt flesh remained on the wind. Drained of energy, I swiped the back of my hand across my forehead. And spotted the mark.

“Zeus’ rechargeable bolts! That better be temporary.”

Centered on the spot where I’d zapped him, a pale image was forming. It looked like a pale, mini version of… well… me.

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Livia Quinn is a DC native living on the bayou in Louisiana where she gets her inspiration for hunks, storms and all things supernatural. She’s been a plant manager, professional singer, mail lady, salesperson and business owner and has stored up many quirky stories to share with her readers. Visit her website at https://liviaquinn.com   or sign up for her newsletter here http://eepurl.com/W94bb

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Meet Award-Winning Author @Rtranbooks as She Imparts #AmWriting Advice #IAN1 #TuesdayBookBlog


R Tran

 

It’s time for another author interview, this time from award-winning author R. Tran. I first met her a month or so ago. I was intrigued by her series and once I got to know her, I knew you’d love her, too. So grab your favorite beverage and sit down for an in-depth interview. She reveals odd writing habits, choosing character name and how to handle reviews, not to mention how cockroaches totally freak her out. Take it away, R. Tran: 

 

Do you have any odd writing habits?

I usually hand-write my manuscripts first. I read them at least two or three times editing as I go before they are typed. Even though it makes writing anywhere more practical it does make deciphering some notes and edits harder at a later point.

 

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

For my fantasy novels, I use both methods. If the character is important I try to find a name with a specific meaning. Mara for example appears in folklore as a goddess of death and also a demon. It seemed fitting based on where her goals laid at the beginning of the novel. Other characters like Kess got his name in the first draft because I liked the way it sounded and I couldn’t imagine him with any other name.

 

In my novel For Their Sins I had to research names from all over the world making sure that each fit with their country of origin or heritage. A name or two belonged to friends or family as well.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

I hold two degrees including a doctorate. I have a nice house and a good job. My first two published novels reviewed well and even received an award a piece. Yet, none of that compares to my family. My best accomplishment, by far, is my two daughters. They just turned 4 and 6 and I don’t know where my life would be without them.

 

Have you always liked to write?

No, there was a time I didn’t even want to read. I hated it. If there were cliff notes when I was in school I would have had a whole set. Book reports were like pulling teeth for me. Then one day a friend suggested I read A Wizard’s First Rule by Terry Goodkind. I thought she was joking; it was three inches thick. But, I fell in love with it and with reading again. Soon after my dad died. That same friend was writing a story that she let me read. I thought I could do that. It was better than therapy. Anything was better than therapy when you’re 16. So, I started writing and haven’t stopped since.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t be afraid to edit. Cut out dead weight so you can highlight the juicy bits. If it doesn’t do anything for the story or seems irrelevant, cut it.

 

Also get a beta reader or two or five before publishing. I had no idea what that was until about two months ago. My third novel was already advertised and out for pre-purchase on Amazon, it was too late for major changes. I lucked out and most of my problems seem to be small, but things could have gone horribly wrong.

 

Lastly, avoid “to be” verbs. They give a very passive tone to the writing. I think in writing that was the one thing that really stuck with me. My college English professor had a limit on how many we could use in a single essay and yes, she counted them. I’ve read other works that don’t follow this rule and what she said is true. ‘To be” verbs aren’t always necessary, well unless you’re Shakespeare.

 

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 all my reviews. I do not respond to them except to say thank you. Not everyone will like my book. It’s why I did not publish for so long. But, the reviewer not only read my book; they took that extra time that most readers don’t to tell others what they thought about it. I don’t always agree with what the reviewer says, but I try to see it from my reader’s perspective. Just because I intended something one way doesn’t mean that is how it was received. I try to learn from criticism; it’s the only way I will grow, learn, and do better on my next book.

 

What is your best marketing tip?

If you aren’t used to talking about yourself do so, and I mean now. You are you’re best salesman. I still have a hard time promoting myself in person, although I haven’t had any formal appearances or signings. Still, if some one sees me writing, I use that opportunity to promote myself. I still have a hard time working up the nerve.

 

If you have a Twitter account, pin a tweet promoting your book to the top of your feed. Anytime I look at new authors I want to follow or even help out by retweeting their books, I want to see that first without scrolling through a bunch of random tweets. If I don’t see one right away I give up.

 

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

The Rashade’ and A Guardian Falls combined is my first book. Originally they were written as one massive manuscript. I split it in two to make it more marketable. I prefer reading a long book. I am just getting into a book around 200 pages. However, I realize I am not the norm. So I followed general publishing consensus and split the book in two. The original manuscript was finished in 2002. Since then I have completed 5 more manuscripts and have 6 more in the works.

 

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

Currently I am working on Volume 3 and 4 in The Chronicles of the Coranydas series. I hope to have these published in February and July, 2018. I am also hoping to have the prequel to the same series ready for publication late next year. It will answer a lot of questions for those that read the series. Lastly I want to finish a manuscript that was inspired by the Exodus story in the Bible. That is, if I quit getting sidetracked by the sequel to For Their Sins.

 

And now for some more personal questions…

 

What is your biggest fear?

Cockroaches! I have an irrational fear of cockroaches. I know I am a thousand times bigger than them and all I have to do is step on them but they are gross. I see one and I jump. Even a dead one instills fear in me when my husband chases me with it or throws it at me.

 

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

I crossed a lot of them off before the girls were born. But I still want to ride a mechanical bull. I want to visit all 50 states. I want to see the ruins in Greece and Rome. Lastly, I want to ride as many famous and/or record setting roller coasters as I can.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have a scar on my right thigh that I’ve had since I was three. I was climbing out of an old galvanized pool and cut it open on the rim that had rusted through.

 

I have another set on the front of my shin that is nearly faded now. I got those when I was 13 and Three Non-Blondes had the biggest hit on the radio. I was canoeing with one of my best friends and our canoe was rolled by a tree branch under the water. As another group of canoers pushed our boat free the front bolts of the canoe scraped long gashes in my leg.

 

I have my C-section scar from my youngest daughter. I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

 

Lastly, I have a scar on the inside of my right pinky finger from a wine glass breaking in my hand this summer. Sorry no fun tale there, just good old-fashioned clumsiness.

 

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

I don’t have any recurring dreams now but when I was pregnant with my oldest daughter I did. I had very vivid dreams about zombies. Most of the time I was hunting them, but sometimes I was being chased. I would wake up occasionally still worried there were zombies lurking in my room.

 

 The Rashade award

 

Title: The Rashade’

Author: R.Tran

Genre: Epic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

After her father was murdered before her eyes, Mara Coranyda traded a life of privilege, for one devoted to vengeance. Shortly into her quest to find the mage that murdered him, Mara discovered it wouldn’t be an easy task to accomplish. Not only would she have to find the magical artifacts to destroy him, but she would also have to raise an army to stop his conquest of her homelands.

 

Excerpt:

From her roost in the tree, Mara had a clear view of the mouth of the pass. She bent her head in silent prayer as she had so many times before.

 

Mara jerked her head up as dry leaves crunched under a boot. A scout was in the clearing once again moving slowly. Shiny helmets followed. Soon, helmets became men and men became archers entering the clearing. Most of them didn’t have their bows strung. They talked and laughed as they marched unaware of what lie in wait. When the bulk of the archers entered the clearing, Mara shot the man in the lead. His bow fell off his shoulder as he hit the ground. In the blink of an eye, the sky was thick with arrows and men were falling with loud screams. Those with strung bows began firing blindly into the trees but died first because they were the biggest threat. Those who were bending bows were the next to fall. By now, the enemy cavalry were entering the clearing at a run, trying to get past the hidden archers slaying their comrades.

 

Mara whistled loudly for Bishop and the other riders to join her. She waited for Bishop to pass below her as he ran down the trail and jumped onto his back. Leandra and Valaska led the riders. Drawing her sword, Mara saw the enemy directly ahead. Their lines broke allowing enough room for the Shiori riders to slip among them.  At first sight of women, the men were undeterred, but after Leandra and Valaska got away unscathed after killing a man each, they began to turn their horses and fight.

 

Valaska took off a man’s head in one clean swing. The horse continued to run out of fear adding to the chaos. Mara whistled twice to halt the reign of arrows as Valaska neared the archer’s range. Many of the enemy cavalry still remained. Those who had not scattered into the woods, herded into a tight circle for safety using their small shields to block the arrows.

 

Mara entered the clearing, veering right to pick off stray men leaving the mass of horses for the Shiori to attack as a unit. An enemy soldier charged at her raising his sword to strike. She ducked and held her sword low to her side. Bone cracked as it hit its mark nearly slicing the man in half. Rushing ahead, she swung in a wide arc catching another man in the neck. He fell off his horse grasping his neck in a futile effort to stop the blood. An arrow whizzed past Mara’s left shoulder killing the soldier ahead. Effortlessly, she veered right for another man. He saw her, though, and swung wide. He missed her, but she took his arm. Closer to the pass she saw the end of cavalry and beginning of the infantry. Still, there was no sign of the mage.

 

Mara glanced at the clearing to watch the mass of horses and people in its center. They had to break apart the enemy without risking their own warriors. “Wayette, fire into the center!” she yelled, pointing with her sword. Somehow Wayette heard her over the noise and four arrows caught enemy soldiers off guard. Those men did not break until four more men fell trying to defend themselves from Shiori blades. Mara rushed a few stray men and killed them easily. Storm’s cry overhead signaled the mage’s arrival.

 

Mara rode hard back to the tree line to retrieve Wayette. The mage was already on the ground running to meet her. Mara pulled Wayette onto the horse behind her and headed back to the pass. Mara killed three men as they rode past and Wayette knocked another two away with her staff. When they reached the pass, Wayette sent up a large light spell to signal their own infantry. Within moments, heated shouts erupted from the woods as Shiori warriors rushed onto the battlefield. Mara and Wayette jumped off Bishop’s back and sent him to the woods.  “I’ve got your back until help arrives. Go on,” Mara told Wayette nodding to the mage.

 

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Author Biography:

I started writing as self prescribed therapy after my dad died when I was 16. As a teenager I was too scared to admit I was depressed so it was my coping mechanism. It took years before I got the courage to publish. In the years between writing was my relaxation whether I finished the stories or not. I had to get them down before I forgot.

 

Twenty years later I have, two degrees, three published books, a husband who loves me, two little girls I adore and a spoiled dog.

 

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The Ghost Chronicles Series by @MarloBerliner is Haunting! #paranormal #TuesdayBookBlog


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TITLE:

THE GHOST CHRONICLES, Book 1

 

AUTHOR:

Marlo Berliner

 

GENRE:

Upper YA Paranormal with Adult Crossover Appeal

 

PUBLISHER:

Teddy Blue Books

 

 

BOOK BLURB: 

Can Michael get to heaven before the devil gets him first, and if it means leaving Sarah is he sure he still wants to go?

Michael Andrews had everything – a loving family, a great girlfriend and a promising basketball career. That was before the accident that took his life. Now, he’s a ghost, wandering among the living, struggling to understand why he’s stuck. All he wants is to move on.

 

That is until he meets Sarah, an attractive young girl who died just as tragically as he did. The only trouble is falling in love and binding oneself to another soul is forbidden, for it may keep one or both of the souls bound to earth for longer than they should be.

To make matters worse, there’s also a danger in going too far with Sarah, because the “joining” of two souls in the afterlife is also strictly forbidden and they don’t know what will happen if they do go that far. Each time they touch they can feel the boundaries of their energies slipping perilously into one another.

Things get even more complicated as Michael learns he’s being pursued. Demons are after him because he’s a marked soul, a soul the devil wants very badly for some unknown reason.

So, maybe falling in love in the afterlife isn’t such a good idea.

 

 

EXCERPT:

 

In a quiet voice, she asked, “Did you love that girl?”

 

He needed to be truthful. “I thought so at the time.”

 

“And now?” Her eyes betrayed her hopefulness.

 

Stepping closer to her, he said, “Things have changed…in more ways than one. I really missed you.”

 

“I missed you, too,” she said in a whisper. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten all about me…or maybe moved on.”

 

“I could never forget you, Sarah.” He stared at her lips, longing to kiss her.

 

She met his gaze and a light flickered in her own eyes.

 

Instinctively, they leaned closer to one another. As the distance between them dwindled, Michael felt that magnetic pull taking over once again. He brushed one hand gently on her cheek, sliding his other arm around her waist. Slowly, he pulled her close.

 

Everywhere their spirit bodies touched was instantly electrified with an amazing tingling sensation and warmth. He could tell by her reaction she felt it too.

 

Now for the moment of truth. He let his lips brush lightly against hers. As before, a pleasurable tingling passed between them. Sarah closed her eyes in a silent surrender and he pressed his lips to hers. Hot and intense, the kiss was better than any he’d ever had. For an immeasurable breadth of time he kissed her, savoring the heat, his mouth moving hungrily over hers.

 

To be warm again, to tingle again, to feel again, these sensations were so familiar, yet already so forgotten.

 

 

BUY LINKS:

Amazon –
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UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ghost-Chronicles-Marlo-Berliner-ebook/dp/B017DWXPTA/

 

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-ghost-chronicles-marlo-berliner/1123052689?ean=9780996972413

 

Walmart –

https://www.walmart.com/ip/The-Ghost-Chronicles/54934980

 

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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY:

Marlo Berliner is the award-winning author of THE GHOST CHRONICLES, her debut book which was released in November 2015 to critical acclaim. The book won the 2016 NJRW Golden Leaf Award for Best First Book, was named a FINALIST in the National Indie Excellence Awards for Young Adult Fiction, received the Literary Classics Seal of Approval, and was awarded a B.R.A.G. Medallion. Marlo is represented by Eric Ruben of the Ruben Agency and she writes young adult, women’s fiction, and short stories. Marlo is also a freelance editor with Chimera Editing. Her second book, THE GHOST CHRONICLES BOOK 2, will be released in August 2017.
When she’s not writing or editing, Marlo loves reading, relaxing at the beach, watching movies, and rooting for the Penn State Nittany Lions. After having spent some wonderful time in Pittsburgh and Houston, she’s now back in her home state of New Jersey where she resides with her husband, two sons, and a rambunctious puppy named Max.

 

 

You can find more information about Marlo here:

Website: www.marloberliner.com

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Marlo-Berliner/e/B017EVF4AS
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THE GHOST CHRONICLES 2 FRONT COVER (Final)

 

TITLE:

THE GHOST CHRONICLES, Book 2

 

AUTHOR:

Marlo Berliner

 

GENRE:

Upper YA Paranormal with Adult Crossover Appeal

 

PUBLISHER:

Teddy Blue Books

 

 

BOOK BLURB: 

What’s there to fear if you’re already dead?
Plenty.
Michael and Sarah now know for certain,
there is a destination after death.
They also know they better find their way out of the afterlife fast,
before the devil claims Michael’s soul.
What they don’t know?
Before they can get to heaven…they may just have to go through hell.

 

EXCERPT:

 

Michael turned to her to say something funny, but the antique clock on the sidewalk in front of the gift shop suddenly chimed midnight. As usual, time had once again moved forward at some wickedly irrational pace.

 

The wind had picked up and snow was lightly falling again, straight through both of them. He took Sarah’s hand and let the swirling wind direct him, spinning Sarah around the wrought-iron clock as if they were ballroom dancing to music only he could hear in his mind.

 

Or so he thought.

 

Until Sarah started humming the same tune along with him.

 

He hadn’t even realized it, but his mind must’ve been projecting the music, so he picked up the tempo now, humming louder. It took a moment before he could recall the name of the tune, but then he recognized the song as The Blue Danube, a famous waltz by Johann Strauss II. At least I remembered something from middle school music classes, he thought with amusement.

 

He twirled her around again with a big flourish, and then dipped her in his arms before finally yanking her up into a tight embrace. A swirl of snowflakes danced softly around and through her wavy, red hair. Aroused by the warmth of her aura, he pulled her even closer to his chest, as spectral butterflies sprang to life in his stomach.

 

This was the kind of romantic moment any man, dead or alive, would remember forever. A thread of magic that would become stitched inside of a freeze frame of memory.

 

His fingers strayed across her cheek, relishing the softness of her ghostly skin. For a moment, her big, beautiful eyes held him spellbound. He could swear each time he looked into them they reflected an even deeper, more entrancing shade of green. “Merry Christmas, Sarah.”

 

She leaned into him and whispered tenderly, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

 

He let himself go, placing his mouth desperately over hers, losing himself in the heat and passion of her kiss. As far as he was concerned there was nothing else on this earth, nothing else in this universe, except her lips and this moment in time.

 

 

BUY LINKS

Amazon (pre-order) – https://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Chronicles-Book-Two-ebook/dp/B072HLK5L5/

 

Quest of a Warrior by @m_morganauthor #Giveaway #paranormalromance #FridayReads


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QUEST OF A WARRIOR by Mary Morgan

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

 

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy Romance

 

Blurb:

“You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!”

Fenian Warrior, Conn MacRoich has traveled the earth for thousands of years, guarding the realm between mortal and Fae. His deeds are legendary. Yet, one mistake will force him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. However, on Conn’s quest, he must face a human female who will eventually bring this ancient warrior to his knees.

When Ivy O’Callaghan inherits her uncle’s estate, she never imagines there will be more secrets to unravel, including the one she hides from the world. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she learns to trust and step out of the shadows. However, nothing prepares Ivy when she learns Conn’s true identity.

As the loom of fate weaves a thread around the lovers from two different worlds, will the sacrifices they make lead them to love? Or will their secrets destroy and separate them forever?

 

 

Giveaway:

Enter to win a Signed Print Copy of QUEST OF A WARRIOR by Mary Morgan, a Celtic Jeweled Bookmark or a $10 Amazon Gift Card.

 

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Giveaway runs until July 31st and is open to residents of US and Canada.

 

 

Excerpt: 

Putting a fist to her mouth to stifle the laughter, Ivy turned when the front door to the pub blew open. The cold blast of air lashed across her face, but she gave no care. Her mouth became dry as the man stood there blocking what little light remained in the sky. His silver-blond wavy hair whipped around his chiseled face shaded by a light beard. Yet, it was those eyes that bore into hers—holding her captive. Were they silver or ice blue? She blinked several times, and swallowed.

 

 

The giant stepped into the pub and closed the door. Ivy’s gaze traveled the length of him as he made his way past her to the bar. She couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes. He was sinfully dressed in all black—jeans, boots, leather jacket opened to reveal a black tee. He was magnificent.

 

 

“Sweet Brigid,” whispered Erin. “Have the Vikings invaded Glennamore again?”

 

 

The woman’s words snapped Ivy out of her lustful trance. She looked at her friend. “Vikings in Glennamore?”

 

 

Mac placed her coat over her shoulders and chuckled. “Do not fear they were banished many centuries ago. I’ll go see what the Viking wants. I’m sure he’s only passing through and needs a pint and some food. There’s nothing in Glennamore to raid.”

 

 

The room blurred, and Ivy brushed a hand over her brow. “Not a Viking,” she uttered softly.

 

 

Erin placed a hand on her arm. “Are you all right?”

 

 

Ivy lifted her head. The gorgeous man leaned against the bar as Mac made his way to him. “I said he’s not a Viking.”

 

 

Erin smirked. “You could have fooled me.”

 

 

The man straightened as Mac pointed a finger directly in Ivy’s direction.

 

 

Ivy was unable to move, the words tumbled free as if spoken by someone else. “He’s an ancient Celt.”

 

 

The stranger immediately glanced her way, shock registering across his face as if he had heard her spoken words.

 

 

“Good Lord, you’re as white as a sheet, Ivy Kathleen.”

 

 

She barely heard Erin’s words. The Celt moved toward her, a frown marring his handsome features. A tremor slithered down her spine as she lifted her head up to meet his gaze.

 

 

“Ivy O’Callaghan?” The soft burr of his voice brushed over her face, and she couldn’t determine if it was Irish or Scottish.

 

 

Her mouth stayed dry, making her unable to acknowledge the man’s question. Nodding slowly, she took a step back. Then the Celt smiled, and Ivy thought she would melt right there on the floor. How could anyone look that gorgeous?

 

 

Erin nudged her. “Forgive my friend, Ivy Kathleen, she seems to have lost her voice.”

 

 

Recovering her wits, Ivy replied, “Sorry. I’m done telling stories about my life in the States.”

 

 

The Celt arched a brow. “Not interested in your stories. Sean Casey sent me to inspect your repairs.”

 

 

“You know Sean?” interrupted Erin.

 

 

Smiling, the man nodded. “Most of his life. I’m Conn MacRoich.”

 

 

Buy Links:

AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Quest-Warrior-Legends-Fenian-Warriors-ebook/dp/B072HPBMDM/

Barnes&Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/quest-of-a-warrior-mary-morgan/1126404360/

The Wild Rose: https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/5086-quest-of-a-warrior.html

Kobo:  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/quest-of-a-warrior

Apple iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/quest-of-a-warrior/id1231868317?mt=11

 

 Mary Morgan

 

Author Biography:

Award-winning Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.

 
Mary’s passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn’t until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling–writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

  

Author Links:

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GOODREADS:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8271002.Mary_Morgan

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“Plenty of Action and Treachery” For Their Sins by @Rtranbooks #bookreview #IARTG #PNR


For thier Sins (6)

 

Title: For Their Sins

Author: R. Tran

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Vampire Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Alexandria Diego never wanted to be special. She was content to lay in bed with her lover forever. One decision will change everything. Suddenly, Alexandria is launched into a life of infamy, which carries a heavy burden that only she can bear. When a vicious war between her people, the Venandi, and their rivals, the Mordere, breaks out it forces Alexandria to change her tactics and be more cautious. But, when her love is captured by the enemy, Alexandria risks everything to get him back.

 

My Review:

Alexandria Diego, born in 1707 as an angel, is destined to be special but it’s up to her to choose the right path: bear children and continue the lineage of Diego or become a warrior. Starting as a child, she trains and learns the way of the Venandi. She’s a fierce warrior and the leader of her house. The future of the house of Diego rests on her shoulders and it’s a burden that takes its toll on Alexandria. Politics, love, lust and power overcome Alexandria and when her hated rival captures her beloved, war and power fade into the background. All that matters is rescuing him from the blasted vampires. Will Alexandria succeed and get her lover back or will she make the greatest sacrifice of all?

 

This was a fascinating paranormal romance and one that I enjoyed. Spanning over 300 years, this is both a historical and modern-day tale, rich in supernatural mythology and romance. Plenty of action and treachery, For Their Sins takes the reader deep into the heart of what it means to be a leader in society. Sacrifices need to be made but at what cost?

 

The vampire and angelic lore intrigued me and Tran writes descriptive narrative with terrific imagery. The reader is swept away, without even realizing it. The plot twists were jarring and I got lost a few times. Romantic interludes were not the main part of the plot, which was original, in my view. Vampires are not “glittering” but gritty, which I enjoyed.

 

If you’re looking for a sweeping paranormal romance with Game of Thrones undertones, pick up this book today.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Alexandria. I really enjoyed reading from her point of view. She has a lot to deal with and yet, she’s a strong heroine with ambitions and drive. She carries the book all on her own.

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Their-Sins-R-Tran-ebook/dp/B0716SVRDS

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Their-Sins-R-Tran-ebook/dp/B0716SVRDS

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Their-Sins-R-Tran-ebook/dp/B0716SVRDS

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35152016-for-their-sins

 

R Tran

 

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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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

#ReleaseDay — Royal Enchantment by Sharon Ashwood @RowanAshArt #paranormalromance


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Title: Royal Enchantment

Author: Sharon Ashwood

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

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Book Blurb:

She married the king. She wanted the man.

 

Guinevere’s marriage to Arthur was a political partnership, never a romance. Merlin knows that the king’s court, newly restored at a medieval theme park, will only be complete if Arthur has his lady. Little did anyone suspect that once Guinevere gets a taste of twenty-first-century freedoms that this ancient queen would lose interest in belonging to any man—even a royal one.

 

It takes a dragon, and some passionate nights spent in each other’s arms, to lure her back to her husband’s side. Arthur is willing to accept Gwen’s help in protecting the new Camelot from a fae menace, but the bigger challenge will be wooing back Guinevere for a second chance at love…

 

Enchanted Warrior, the first story in this stand-alone series, is a 2017 RITA Finalist for Best Paranormal Romance.

 

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Excerpt:

This, at least, was familiar territory. Battling monsters was a man’s business. Never mind that it was the women, left at home, who had the most face time with whatever horror was tearing the village apart. They typically had the beastie on the run by the time Sir Whatever showed up to poke it with a sword.

 

Gwen paused, wondering at her thoughts. Merlin’s spell had introduced a lot of unfamiliar—and usefully sarcastic—words and phrases. She rather liked that.

 

“I can wait. There’s always a dragon. Or a troll. Or a quest.” Closing her eyes, Gwen leaned back against the squishy cushions, discovering the ugly piece of furniture was actually comfortable. “While we wait, you can tell me why Camelot needs a queen.”

 

Merlin’s voice was soft. “That’s also something Arthur needs to say.”

 

Gwen sighed. She considered trying out one of the useful modern phrases, but when she looked up again, Merlin had disappeared. The only thing left was a faint curl of smoke drifting toward the spackled ceiling.

 

Gwen huffed. Coward. It was Merlin’s fault she was here. She hadn’t asked to be dragged forward in time.

 

She rose, too nervous to stay still. The prospect of seeing Arthur turned her insides cold. She was angry with him, of course, but there were other emotions, too—ones that she really didn’t want to examine. And then there was the fact she’d never done the one thing required of a queen—she’d failed to give him an heir.

 

She drifted around the space, picking things up and putting them down again. The office door beckoned. Why was it closed when every other room was open for inspection? There was no lock, however, and in a moment she was inside. She froze before she’d taken two steps.

 

Now she understood the closed door. This was the room where Arthur lived. It was not large, but there was a substantial desk in the corner covered with papers. The clutter had the feel of determination and excitement, of boundless enthusiasm colliding with rigorous organization. She approached it, her hands at her sides, touching nothing.

 

A map hung on the wall, poked full of colored pins. Gwen studied it, not sure what it signified but recognizing the hand of the high king who had made a conquest of Britain. He’d been barely more than a child when the lesser rulers had bowed to his sword. Give Arthur something to conquer, and he was in his element.

 

Once upon a time, that confidence, that strength of purpose had stopped her heart. Who wouldn’t revere a man who could pluck kingdoms like ripe fruit and make them his own? But she might as well have loved the sea or a range of mountains. Great works of nature had no time for mortal women. She had been a clause in a treaty between Arthur and her father, King Leodegranz. Marriage had been the price of peace, and her dowry had been the famous Round Table.

 

The table had got more of Arthur’s attention. Gwen frowned and turned away from the map.

 

There was a computer on the desk, and she experimentally touched a key. The black screen jumped to life, displaying words and pictures. She bent closer to look, her brain catching up to the spell that made it possible for her to read the modern text. Once she began, Gwen lost all awareness of the room around her. She pushed the arrow buttons, making the lines of type move. The novelty of it intrigued her.

 

So did the words themselves. It was a report of mysterious destruction outside the town. Was this the dragon Merlin had mentioned? Her pulse quickened.

 

A thickly muscled arm caught her around the waist. Deep in thought, Gwen jerked away from the desk, surprise quickly turning to alarm. The grip tightened, pulling her back against a wall of chest. And then she knew him. She knew the scent, the feel of his body.

 

“Arthur.” She put both hands on his confining arm, but he didn’t release her.

 

“What are you doing in here?”

 

He’d spoken to her on the phone, but the device had done his voice an injustice. Up close, the deep, rich sound was something touchable, like warm fur. Gwen closed her eyes, wishing it didn’t enchant her quite so thoroughly. He’d left her behind. That said enough about his true feelings.

 

“Shouldn’t you be asking why I’m here at all?” She put an edge in her voice out of reflex, as if that would hold his magnetic effect at bay.

 

“You forget I spoke to Merlin. I know how you arrived.” His tone was carefully neutral.

 

His coolness burned her. “And no more needs to be said?”

 

“What would you have me say?”

 

“You could begin with hello. I am your wife.”

 

He relaxed his grip enough that she could turn and pull away. She took a step back, looking up into his face. The encounter with the dragon hadn’t been gentle. His left cheekbone was purpling over raw scrapes that said he’d skidded on hard ground.

 

They stared at each other for a long moment, teetering at the edge of—something. Could it be he was glad to see her? There was so much unsaid, so many hurts, and so many things she didn’t understand.

 

In all their years together, she’d never come to grips with what drove him. Most of all, she’d never known what drove him away, exactly, beyond the fact that she wouldn’t sit still and say nothing for years on end.

 

All Gwen’s unspoken questions rose up. At times—though not often enough—she would have swallowed her questions back, bowed her head and retreated. But she’d been ripped from her century and dumped here, and she was done with silent obedience.

 

“Why am I here?”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Royal-Enchantment-Sharon-Ashwood/dp/0373139918/

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/royal-enchantment-sharon-ashwood/1125315034?ean=9780373139910

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/royal-enchantment-1

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/royal-enchantment/id1198277378?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Harlequin: https://www.harlequin.com/shop/books/9781488031205_royal-enchantment.html

 

Author Biography:

Sharon Ashwood is a freelance journalist, novelist, desk jockey, and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. She has an English literature degree but works as a finance geek. Interests include growing her to-be-read pile and playing with the toy graveyard on her desk. As a vegetarian, she freely admits the whole vampire/werewolf lifestyle fantasy would never work out, so she writes paranormal romances instead. Sharon lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.

 

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If You Liked #WonderWoman, You’ll Love Princess of the Light! #books #superhero #IARTG #ASMSG


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Wonder Woman movie premiered over the weekend and women everywhere were inspired. Little girls came out of the movie theatres fired up and posing like Wonder Woman while grown women’s faces lit with an inner light I haven’t seen since Buffy the Vampire Slayer premiered on television back in the 1990’s. Women are clamoring for strong, female superheroes and it’s about time Hollywood responds.

 

Three years ago, we published Princess of the Light. Mary is just your everyday woman working in a bookstore, living her life, until archangel Gabriel announces she’s the Princess of the Light. Her purpose is to be the champion for the downtrodden and helpless. Sounds familiar, right?

 

We know we’re biased but we think fans of Wonder Woman will also love Princess of the Light. Here’s where you can buy your copy:

Free on Kindle Unlimited

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Here’s the description:

 

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

 

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?

 

Here’s a scene to whet your appetite:

I had almost reached the pathway when I felt an ice-cold hand push me hard from behind. Falling forward and losing my footing, I put my arms forward to brace my fall. I landed with a thud and had scraped my hands and knees.

A sinister laugh from behind sent a chill down my spine.

I dusted myself off, stood up quickly and whirled to see the same hooded man that I saw earlier. Fear danced across my heart but I stood my ground.

The hooded man walked in a circle around me, all the while laughing in his low evil tone. This must be what a dying animal feels like when a vulture shows up before the life has actually slipped away.

Little girl, just what do you think you are doing?” My fear quickly changed to annoyance. This was the second time he called me little girl.

I’m a woman, not a little girl. I spent my whole life being told by far too many people that I was a girl and couldn’t do this or that. I had proved them all wrong, and now this evil… whatever he was, would be no different. I cocked my head to one side and said icily, “I am walking, sir. What are you doing, trying to make me dizzy?”

The hooded man stopped, raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes.

“I told you to leave him be,” He continued while I had his attention. “I made myself perfectly clear that you are to stay away.”

I mockingly raised an eyebrow in return and smiled to myself. He seemed perturbed that his glaring wasn’t working on me. I would use that to my advantage while I still had my wits about me.

“Do you make it a habit of pushing little girls around?” I sarcastically emphasized the disrespectful word choice. I wanted to egg him on and get him to reveal his true purpose.

It worked.

His brow furrowed as if he was trying to decide what to say or do next. “I push a lot of people around. I’m a demon, little girl.” He leered at me. No joke. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I realized I had known that somewhere deep down from the first moment I noticed him.

“What’s your point? That you are a meaner, uglier class of bully?” I liked where this was going. If I used my senses, I could know his move before he made it. I guess my mother was right about the years of experience I had gotten from the debate club—I really could banter with the best of them.

“Now, listen here, we’re getting off-track.” He took a step closer. “Stay away from my mark! You don’t understand a thing. You think you’re the Princess… whatever that means.” He curled his lip and snarled.

“Who is your mark, that nice homeless man?” I pointed to in the direction of the trees and took a step closer. “Be very careful, demon. It’s not my name you should fear, but that of who gives me strength.” My voice was suddenly powerful and he took a step back.

“Yes. That Walking Man belongs to me and you’re interfering.”

I thought back to how the Light and darkness seemed to ebb and surge within André earlier. I still had a lot to learn, but I knew instinctively that a person’s soul was the true battleground of good and evil.

This man—the creature—in front of me was evil. Just as sure as I was of that, I was sure that I was, in fact, the Princess of the Light.

Light versus darkness… and André’s soul was the one at stake, not just mine.

“I’m where I’m supposed to be, according to the Light.” I stared him down. “He does not belong to you or me. This is the true battle.” I paused. “So, do you feel lucky?” I silently chuckled at the iconic Hollywood line. He didn’t seem to make the connection.

He shook his head and smirked. “Mary, I don’t want to fight you. I’m just trying to help you understand.” His silky voice tickled my ears but I wasn’t fooled by his attempt.

Maybe if I play along, he would reveal more, I reasoned and nodded for him to continue.

“There are things that you don’t know about your power and what’s in store.” He coyly looked at me like he was sharing a secret. “We’re actually on the same team. I’m just trying to help him see his error of the path he has chosen and to correct him.”

I saw right through his seduction and saw he wanted to deceive me. “So, let me get this straight… you’re not fighting me but you’re part of the Light? Is that it?”

His smile faltered, but he nodded anyway. “We’re on the same team, trying to help this poor man.”

“Well, then I think it’s time we prayed for him. Don’t you think?” I grinned as the hooded man paled. I sensed his fear and felt certain that the one thing demons could not do was pray. Praying would mean either giving in to the Light or, at the very least, having to face it. Since, they fear the Light most of all, I couldn’t see how that would be a viable option if he wasn’t telling the truth about his intentions.

Just as I expected, his smile disappeared as he realized I saw through him. His black eyes flashed with anger. “You think you have bested me, little girl. Not quite.”

He raised his arm with his palm aimed at me and spoke in what could only have been ancient language—Aramaic?

My eyes widened as a whirlwind of black smoke or dust flew out of his palm. So enamored with the sight, I almost didn’t realize it was headed straight for me. Without thinking, I lifted my palm to block the swirling vortex. Purple arrows flew out of my palm and destroyed the tornado.

Cool, I thought. I had destroyed whatever it was and glared at the hooded man. He was frozen as his—whatever it was—disappeared.

“Is that the best you’ve got for me, little evil boy?” I said, playing on his own mocking word choice. Then, I raised both of my palms in a defensive stance.

“You will regret this day, girl!” He lifted both arms up and began chanting again.

I took the opportunity to see if I could best him. The Light didn’t need incantations—its power was in its own source. I lifted my head and commanded, “Light, teach this evil little boy who I am!” Bolts of purple light immediately flew out of my palms and shot through the hooded man like swords of Light.

The hooded man screamed in pure agony and dropped his arms. He clutched at his stomach and tried to pull out the bolts of Light. As his hands touched the Light, they disintegrated into black dust. He screamed louder and louder until he was nothing but dust himself.

I looked on with near-disbelief as the Light had vaporized him. Yet, I could still sense him nearby and said with confidence, “Score one for the little girl.” I laughed and added as much for my benefit as for his, “That was lesson one.”

 

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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.

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Meet Elias (sexy #vampire) from @KryssieFortune’s New #Paranormal #EroticRomance! #romance


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Have you ever wondered what a vampire thinks and feels? Today’s it’s my great pleasure to introduce you to Elias from the newly released erotic romance, Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf. He’s, well, I’ll let him introduce himself. Take it away, Elias:

 

I’m a soldier of Sparta. Once I thought that was everything. It didn’t matter that my father was the Macedonian king, although I hated him for throwing me, Elias—heir to the Macedonian throne—away like I was nothing.

 

“A hostage to the fragile peace,” he called it

 

I grew up in the Spartan agoge, aka the cruelest boy training academy ever. I leaned about hunger and hurting, but that made me no different to any other Spartan warrior in training. After all that, King Leonidas refused to let me fight at Thermopylae. My new wife, a woman I loathed on sight, said it shamed her and slit my throat while I slept.

 

That’s when the real torture started. Powerful forces pulled my soul into the Etruscan Hell Zone, and for seven centuries, the Tuchulcha demons taught me what pain really was. Spartan’s don’t scream. Ever. In life, I was stoic, stronger than any of my contemporaries. In death, I learned to scream. The only way to survive was to turn vampire. Then Tempest, my curvy red-haired angel, pulled me back into the real world.

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

A full belly, a blanket for warmth, and Tempest in my bed.

 

What is your greatest extravagance?

I don’t need much. Growing up as a Spartan warrior told me that. I love my 1,000cc motorbike and my sports car. As a Spartan, we marched everywhere. Twenty-first century transport is amazing, but I’d give up everything to keep Tempest safe.

 

What is your current state of mind?

Edgy. Angry. Deadly, maybe. I need to claim Tempest and bind her to me forever, but she’s not ready. For a vampire, finding his bride is everything, but for all she’s a witch—albeit a weak one—and she doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Worse, one of my younger brothers has somehow turned werewolf. He scented Tempest and claimed she was his mate. I’d drain every drop of blood from his body, but he came to our aid when we fought Tuchulcha demons in your world. Tempest thinks we owe him. Seth, my half-brother, grew up with everything, fine food, good clothes, and a family who loved him. I had nothing and no one. Now I have Tempest, he wants to take her from me too. Just once, I want something good to happen for me. Honestly, Tempest is my addiction, my heart and my world. I can’t live without her.

 

What is your most treasured possession?

My bride. The one woman who completes my soul and makes my heart beat. That’s Tempest, of course.

 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

I spent seven centuries in the Etruscan hell, and you at ask me that? I endured cold so intense it froze the flesh from my bones. Even with my vampire healing I have scars around my wrists where the demons wrapped leather thongs around them and suspended me from the ceiling. They enjoyed poking my wounds with hot pokers and they whipped the flesh from my bones. The only thing worse than them recapturing me would be if I lost Tempest. I’d endure anything to protect her.

 

What is your favorite occupation?

Kissing Tempest. Stroking her body until she whimpers with desire. Did I say she has the world’s most spankable ass? Afterward, she comes apart as I love her long and hard. I never imagined a woman like her, let alone that I’d find my eternal bride, but making Tempest smile motivates my every action and thought.

 

What is your most marked characteristic?

I grew up wearing rags. The Spartans kept the boys in the agoge hungry and cold. By law, the elders gave us one cloak a year and nothing else. We stole clothes from washing lines and ate rotten food from the midden, or slipped into homes and pilfered some warrior’s meal. The penalties if we were caught were sometimes fatal. After that, all adult Spartans like to look good. Remember the stories about the warriors at Thermopylae washing and combing each other’s hair before battle. Despite expecting to die the next day, they wanted to look their best as they met their fate.

 

I’m the same. I keep my hair short and well-tended. Twenty-first century clothes are wonderful. I’m the guy in a suit when others wearing ripped jeans and muscles shirts. Of course, Tempest prefers me bare chested so she can run her fingers over my eight pack or lick my chest. I’m good with that too, but looking smart matters to me.

 

Who are your favorite writers?

I’ve so much catching up to do. Having spent seven centuries locked in the Etruscan Hell, I know little about twenty-first century life. I read nonfiction. Mostly history books, and thankfully, I’m a quick learner.

 

Who are your heroes in real life?

This is hard. I was born before most of them. The Macedonian line gave the world Alexander the Great. He’s the descendant of one of my half-brothers. I’ve not met most of them, and I have eight. I forget which one took the throne after my death. Like me all my family, myself included, Alexander had mismatched eyes.

 

Alexander’s battle tactics are still studied by the military today. He never did the things his enemies expected. Instead, he homed in on their weaknesses and decimated them.  He even solved the riddle of the Gordian knot. With his warrior’s body and striking looks women were all over him. Despite that, his greatest weapon was his mind.

 

What are your favorite names?

Tempest, of course.

 

What is it that you most dislike?

Werewolves who come after my woman.

 

How would you like to die?

I’ve done that already. I’d like to avoid doing it again. Being a vampire makes me immortal, but without Tempest I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t drink. My body will fail and I will die of a broken heart. And do you know what? I wouldn’t care. Life without my bride is unthinkable.

 

Title: Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Author:  Kryssie Fortune

Genre: Paranormal, erotic romance / Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Loose id

Book Cover: Designed by Dar Albert

 

Book Blurb:  

After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.
Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.

 
Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate–and they’re not sharing.

 
A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.

 
A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?
 

 

Excerpt:

Even when Tempest threw all the fabled eye-of-newt stuff into a caldron, it only burned and stuck to the sides. She’d no stored magic or super-strength spells to aid Elias. Trembling, she took two steps back. When she finally found her voice, she screamed and looked around for a weapon. Her grandmother—the Superwitch—would have zapped those demon things with a spell to turn them inside out by now.

 

Tempest grabbed a fallen branch and yelled like a banshee, ready to charge the demons. Their high-pitched jabber grew louder. More dark shapes dropped to the ground behind Elias. No matter how many demons Elias ripped apart, their numbers kept growing. The way they waved their legs and homed in on their prey horrified her. She froze when four scuttled into the trees and swung around Elias, heading toward her. The way they waved their too-thin limbs as they moved over the ground or dangled from webs they’d spun around the overhanging leafy branches sparked a primeval terror in Tempest’s soul. She wished she’d run rather than summoned her useless magic. Although she swung her stick like a madwoman, fear pulsed in her soul. The closer the demons came, the harder she found it to breathe.

 

A beast charged from the shadows, all fur, fangs, and fury. Over eight-feet tall, it towered over the spider demons. The overhanging tree branches brushed the golden hairs on its ears. Its growl sounded like thunder, and when it extended its claws, the beast looked like it belonged in a slasher movie. Bizarrely, it carried a sword.

 

The beast’s shaggy blond fur and contorted features chilled Tempest’s blood. He looked like a giant wolf, albeit one with supersized fangs and claws. Goddess, is that a werewolf? Whatever its origins, the beast roared a challenge at the demons. The sound echoed down the deserted footpath and set the demons chittering again. When the beast moved toward her, she took a faltering step back, but she lifted her makeshift weapon. She wasn’t going down without a fight, but if it came after her, she wouldn’t last a minute.

 

It leaped between her and Tuchulcha demons, its huge head swinging left and right as if deciding whether to snatch her in its claws or fight off her attackers. Finally, sword in hand, it turned toward the Tuchulcha. Another growl—deep and rough—rumbled from its throat. “Nothing touches what’s mine.”

 

The beast’s rough, raspy voice made Tempest think of unrefined whisky and sex. Her toes curled in delight. Better still, the beast sounded as though he was on her side. She pointed toward Elias and begged, “Help him. Please.”

 

The beast’s roar drowned out the sounds of Elias’s battle. It stared at Tempest for a full five seconds. Finally, he bowed his head toward her and tossed the sword to Elias. “Spartan, catch.”

 

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Kryssie Fortune

 

Author Biography:

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand-alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

 

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Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf by @KryssieFortune #Erotic #PNR #NewRelease


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Title Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Author Kryssie Fortune

Genre Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher Loose id

Book Blurb

After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.

Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.

Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate–and they’re not sharing.

A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.

A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?

Excerpt

In the deserted street outside Tempest’s workplace, a golden werewolf threw back his head and howled. The faint scent of his mate tickled his nostrils, sweet and floral with a hint of spice. Seth breathed deeply, drawing it into his lungs. He couldn’t stay here, since a mythological creature walking York’s streets would cause a panic. People would run from his eight-foot werewolf form. Some might have an adrenaline rush and attack him. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass Hades by injuring humans or ending up in the newspapers.

Seth shifted to human and pulled on the black jeans and leather jacket Hades had left him. As Hades had promised, he found the key to his hotel suite in his pocket. A little luxury wouldn’t go amiss after the endless bland days in the Elysian Fields. Being dead wasn’t all Seth expected it to be. He’d lacked purpose or goals. Having a mission made him feel truly alive, even if it had meant turning werewolf to accept it.

Back in the underworld, his cheeks had ached from the constant smiling, and he’d found the endless joy galling. His riding skills had been the pride of his human existence, but the horses in the Elysian Fields behaved more like oversized puppies than wild stallions. Bored, he’d meandered through the afterlife, grinning like a loon and hating every moment.

Finally, Hades had taken pity on him. Now Seth had a task to fulfill and a mate to claim. It wouldn’t take long to drag the traitor Elias back to his cell in Tartarus. The selfish bastard deserved every torment he suffered after almost plunging the ancient Macedonian kingdom into civil war.

Afterward, Seth would enjoy some serious loving with the woman who smelled of wildflowers and freedom. Before he set out, Hades had given him her name—Tempest—and sworn she wouldn’t be able to resist Seth’s charms. Their connection would seethe with intensity and need. Thinking about it left him aching inside. Once he found her, he’d woo her with expensive gifts and pretty words. Although, maybe he’d spank her pretty ass first.

****

Elias battled the dark hunger inside him. Tempest’s well-being mattered more than his unnatural thirst. While he wanted to claim her, he’d treat her with the respect she deserved.

Boom. An explosion echoed through his skull, so loud it almost deafened him. Boom. It sounded again. Boom. His muscles tensed, and he scanned the room for danger. Boom. Realization dawned. Tempest made him whole and set his heart beating for the first time in centuries. Bride. She’s my bride. The Tuchulcha demons will hurt her to hurt me. 

Werewolves had fated mates, but vampires had brides—the one woman who made their heart beat. Tempest was his, and he’d never willingly leave her side. The depth of his emotions scared him more than the Persian hordes, but humans married, not mated. What if she didn’t feel the same?

His heart pounded in a series of explosions. Heat flowed through him, warming his blood and delighting his soul. His pulse beat like a war drum in his wrist. The longer he stayed with her, the steadier his heart’s rhythm became. Each rise and fall of his chest, each bomb blast of his pulse rocked his world.

Warmth suffused his body. His thoughts seemed sharper, and his pain faded into insignificance beside his need to love and protect his bride. He’d heard legends of how vampires’ brides brought new life to their soul mates, but he’d never expected to find a bride of his own. The idea both terrified and delighted him.

After so many centuries of suffering, he barely remembered how it felt to be human, but his timing sucked. He’d never wanted a woman the way he did Tempest, but figuring out how to claim her… Well, he’d climb that mountain once he’d dealt with the demons he knew would come after him.

Her wildflower essence mingled with the soft swish of her blood, tempting him like nothing ever had before. The sweet sound of it pulsing through her veins had him running his tongue over his dry lips. The need to taste her hardened into an obsession. His mouth watered, and his retractable fangs dropped.

Unaware of her danger, she stormed out the room. “You don’t want a doctor? It’s your funeral, but I’m still going to wash all the blood and grime off your body.”

A funeral? Something else he’d never had. In Sparta, unless you died in battle or childbirth, nobody gave a damn. No funeral. No headstone. Just a lifeless body festering in a dank pit.

His Spartan wife—the woman who’d murdered him while he slept—would have slit his throat for the “or else” he’d thrown at his angel earlier. Then again, Cynisca had done that anyway. Elias hadn’t loved her, but he hadn’t expected her to condemn him for being born Macedonian. Besides, after living in Sparta for twenty-five years, he remembered little about his birth land. Staying behind while his fellow warriors fought at Thermopylae had been humiliating.

Guarding our homes and watching our backs,” King Leonidas had called it.

Elias had known better. Considering the things he’d endured in the afterlife, it seemed unimportant now. He hadn’t expected to survive, let alone thrive under the Spartan regime. He’d been too damn angry to die for his family’s satisfaction. As the eldest son of the Macedonian king, he should have enjoyed a pampered upbringing. Instead, he’d endured the worst things Spartan culture could throw at him. No way would he stand aside and let one of his half-brothers take the Macedonian throne.

The demons had shown him his half-brothers laughing as they basked in their father’s love. They’d had everything while he’d suffered thirteen years of misery and Spartan abuse. Life in the agoge had been harsh and frightening for a seven-year-old, but after the torture he’d endured in the underworld, it seemed like a walk in the park.

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Publisher http://www.loose-id.com/claimed-by-the-vampire-seduced-by-the-werewolf.html

 

Kryssie Fortune

Author Biography

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all standalone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

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