Thief of Lies (Library Jumpers #1) by @brendadrake is a 5 Star Gem! #books #YA #UrbanFantasy


Thief of Lies

 

Title: Thief of Lies (Library Jumpers #1)

Author: Brenda Drake

Genre: Young Adult, Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

New York Times Bestseller

Gia Kearns would rather fight with boys than kiss them. That is, until Arik, a leather clad hottie in the Boston Athenaeum, suddenly disappears. While examining the book of world libraries he abandoned, Gia unwittingly speaks the key that sucks her and her friends into a photograph and transports them into a Paris library, where Arik and his Sentinels-magical knights charged with protecting humans from the creatures traveling across the gateway books-rescue them from a demonic hound.

Jumping into some of the world’s most beautiful libraries would be a dream come true for Gia, if she weren’t busy resisting her heart or dodging an exiled wizard seeking revenge on both the Mystik and human worlds. Add a French flirt obsessed with Arik and a fling with a young wizard, and Gia must choose between her heart and her head, between Arik’s world and her own, before both are destroyed.

 

My Review:

I always knew that libraries were magical places and in Thief of Lies, Brenda Drake makes all my dreams comes true. I’ve been wanting to read this book since months before the release (when the title was Library Jumpers). Last month, I finally had the chance to read it.

 

Gia and her friends are working on a summer project for school when she accidentally bumps into cute boy wearing a leather jacket. Curiosity gets the better of her and she follows him… right through a magical book to another library. Suddenly, Gia discovers a whole new world, one filled with magic and magical beings. The sexy boy’s name is Arik and he leads her on a wondrous adventure, filled with rival wizards/witches, sentinels, vampires and a deep dark family secret. Her feelings for Arik grow, no matter how much he tries to stay away from her. Then she meets her “fiancée” in the magical realm and sparks fly. Her heart wars with her head. Is she really the key to the end of the world or could that just be a typo? One thing’s for sure, she better learn magic quickly or else she could be dead before morning.

 

Thief of Lies is addictive, full of action scenes where magic rules all, not to mention a slow-burning romance between Arik and Gia. The world building Drake achieves is second to none. I mean, I wanted to transport in Gia’s place. The plot moves at a fast pace with several intriguing twists I didn’t see coming. Not all the characters survive and that’s the sad part. Gia’s past (who she is and what she must do) unfolds a little bit at a time so the reader discovers it as Gia does.

 

I can’t say enough good things about this book! If you love urban fantasy, please 1-click today. You’ll love the characters and the backstory, not to mention that there’s more to come in this series. I, for one, can’t wait to read the next book in the series!

 

Favorite Character/Quote: Arik. I love how protective he is of her from the very beginning. They have an instant attraction in the Boston library and while some readers/reviewers despise instant attraction, I really don’t mind. Arik connects with Gia on so many levels and when he tries to distance himself from her, he finds it most difficult. He’s a strong character and takes over scenes but I like that in my hero.

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Brenda Drake is a New York Times bestselling author of young adult fiction. She grew up the youngest of three children, an Air Force brat, and the continual new kid at school. Her fondest memories growing up is of her eccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tales, which gave her a strong love for storytelling. So it was only fitting that she would choose to write stories with a bend toward the fantastical. When she’s not writing or hanging out with her family, she haunts libraries, bookstores, and coffee shops, or reads someplace quiet and not at all exotic (much to her disappointment).

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

The Marriage of Gryphons (Penny White 3) by Chrys Cymri #urbanfantasy #dragons #books


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Title: The Marriage of Gryphons (Penny White 3)

 

Author: Chrys Cymri

 

Genre: Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

A blast of wind flicked hair from my face. Long toes wrapped around my waist, claws prickling through fur and clothing as I was snatched from the ground. The dragon lifted me high into the grey skies above Llundain. Of the many words going through my head, Oh, bother, was the only one worthy of a priest. 

 

When I’d discovered the existence of Daear, Earth’s magical parallel world, I thought all of my dreams had come true. Riding the handsome dragon, Raven, arguing with my gryphon Associate, Morey, and raising Clyde, a mischievous snail shark, lessen the monotony of my life as the priest of a small village church. And I’ve also met Peter, a man who agrees with me that Doctor Who and single malt whisky are proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

But Raven has gone missing, and finding him would mean a hazardous trip to the Arctic. Morey’s attempts to prove himself worthy of marriage to his love, Taryn, are putting all of us in danger, particularly my younger brother, James. Can I keep those I love safe in a world which has little love for humans?

 

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Excerpt:

I was distracted from Morey’s answer as I noticed something glinting against the blue sky. My sunglasses were steaming slightly, and I rubbed my glove over the lenses. The tumbling object was small, oblong, and grey-brown. And I clearly heard a tenor voice sing out, ‘Geronimo!’

 

My mouth dried. ‘Morey, it’s Clyde!’ Though why he was channelling the Eleventh Doctor was beyond me.

 

But the gryphon was already tearing at my coat. He forced his way out, claws catching against the fur as he launched himself upwards. ‘Nattoralik, nattoralik, nattoralik!’ the lemmings squealed, tumbling over and around each other as they scurried away from me. The word wasn’t in any language I recognised, but the terror was obvious.

 

‘Gryphon,’ I snapped at them, a different fear making my heart pound. ‘And that’s a malwen siarc, if you really want to know.’

 

Malwen siarc,’ the lemmings echoed. ‘Malwen siarc, malwen siarc.

 

Morey had placed himself below Clyde, and his wings pounded as he turned upside down. My hands curled inside my gloves. The gryphon might be several times larger than the snail, but Clyde was heavy for his size. The impact would surely drive both of them to the ground. Would Morey’s brave rescue attempt end up with both of my friends dead?

 

The lemmings swarmed away from me. Both groups pulled together, forming one large mass, piling on top of each other into a furry pile. Clyde smacked into Morey’s chest. The gryphon’s claws scrabbled at the shell, trying to get a grip as he fought to right himself. His wings were beating furiously at the air, but he was losing altitude rapidly. I could feel a scream rising in my throat.

 

Movement from the lemmings dragged my gaze down again. A few of the rodents perched on the backs of the others, issuing squeaks which adjusted the position of the group. I just had enough time to realise what they were doing when Morey and Clyde smacked into their midst.

 

There were squeals and snow flurried up around the mix of white, purple, and grey. I hurried over as fast as snowshoes would allow. A stream of Welsh curses eased some of the tension in my chest, making me realise that Morey, at least, was alive. ‘Clyde?’

 

‘Sure, ask after the kid.’ Lemmings pulled away to reveal Morey, staggering slightly on the dug up snow.

 

‘I could hear that you’re okay.’ The lemmings surrounded the snail, and I feared the worst. ‘Clyde?’

 

Multiple small bodies churned. And Clyde was raised up from their midst. The snail was perched on several backs like a footballer who had kicked in the winning goal. ‘Arweinydd mawr, arweinydd mawr, arweinydd mawr.’ The lemmings spoke in an awed whisper. ‘Arweinydd mawr, arweinydd mawr, arweinydd mawr.

 

‘Great leader’? I watched as Clyde glanced around him. He extended his body to full length, and his jaws cracked open as he smiled at the lemmings. Much to my surprise, this excited rather than terrified them.

 

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Author Biography:

Priest by day, writer at odd times of the day and night, I live with a small green parrot called Tilly because the upkeep for a dragon is beyond my current budget. Plus I’m responsible for making good any flame damage to church property. I love ‘Doctor Who’, landscape photography, single malt whisky, and my job, in no particular order. When I’m not looking after a small parish church in the Midlands (England) I like to go on far flung adventures to places like Peru, New Zealand, the Arctic, and North Korea.

 

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Raven’s Rise (World on Fire Book 3) by @LincolnjCole #bookreview #RRBC #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Raven’s Rise (World on Fire Book 3)

Author: Lincoln Cole

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal

 

Book Blurb:

Everything has come crashing down after the events of Raven’s Fall: barely anyone is left standing and the Church is blaming Abigail for the fallout.

 

Haatim and Dominick are struggling to understand how their worlds were flipped upside down so completely, but they are running out of time. The threat that began in the mountains is far from over. They need to find a way to survive what comes next and put a stop to the cult that is threatening their existence before it is too late.

 

My Review:

Disclaimer: If you haven’t read Raven’s Peak and/or Raven’s Fall, please note that there may be spoilers here dealing with events from the first two books in the World on Fire series.

 

The Council is wiped out, most everyone is dead, and Haatim’s father is to blame. With a gun aimed at his father’s head, Haatim has a choice to make: murder his father or let him live. While he’s considering what to do, Dominick finds Haatim and then Frieda. All three must regroup and decide what to do before their enemies execute them.

 

They split up and have one goal: stop the demon inhabiting Haatim’s sister from completing the ritual. What’s the ritual? Bringing forth a demon so evil, it brings about the end of the world. Frieda seems to think Abigail is the only one who can stop it. But she’s dead, isn’t she? All is not as it seems and the more Haatim discovers, the more important Haatim becomes. Can he stop the end from coming or is this it?

 

This is the third book in the series and while it reads like a conclusion to a trilogy, the author assures me there will be more adventures. I’ve enjoyed the World on Fire series and Cole does an excellent job of tying up loose ends. The pulse-pounding ending, while too long (100 pages) in my opinion, kept me turning the pages. Action scenes were intense and at times, a little overwhelming. I mean, I can only handle only so much adrenaline in one sitting.

 

There’s a few instances of lack of originality that wasn’t apparent in the previous two books. Abigail revealing her true purpose in the ritual reminded me of a plotline (Dawn) from season 5 of Buffy. I was a little disappointed but I digress.

 

What I loved most was the believability of what Haatim and Dominick had to deal with all while trying to stop the end of the world. Hoard of demons, fight scenes, death, destruction, conflict of good versus evil, not to mention overcoming great odds to survive. Sure, some didn’t live through this book but that only made Raven’s Rise more authentic. Well done, Cole!

 

If you’re a fan of urban fantasy, paranormal and/or horror, you’ll really enjoy this book. The last few pages, alone, are worth it. Cole is an excellent storyteller and I look forward to reading more from him.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: My favorite character has got to be Haatim. He grows up a lot in this book and we see him come into his own in Raven’s Rise. He’s not the scared outsider anymore but a strong defender of good. He’s taken all he has learned and sacrifices himself for those he loves. At the end, he must make a choice: stay or leave.

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Lincoln Cole is a Columbus-based author who enjoys traveling and has visited many different parts of the world, including Australia and Cambodia, but always returns home to his pugamonster and wife. His love for writing was kindled at an early age through the works of Isaac Asimov and Stephen King and he enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.

 

He has won multiple literary awards for his novels. He has also been a bestseller in multiple different categories.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Immortal Fire by @AnnetteMMarie Book Blitz + #Giveaway! #Fantasy #Romance #FridayReads


Immortal Fire
Annette Marie
(Red Winter Trilogy #3)
Publication date: April 11th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult

 

Once, Emi believed the heavenly gods were righteous and wise, while the earthly yokai spirits were bloodthirsty and evil. But with a traitorous deity poised to destroy her world, and the yokai standing as humanity’s only defense, the lies of her upbringing have toppled to reveal a far more terrifying reality.

 

Despite the looming threat, Emi can’t escape her greatest distraction: Shiro, the fox yokai who has so deftly claimed her heart for his own. Soon—too soon—she will have to break the curse that binds his magic and memories. And once the ancient power inside him awakens, the yokai she loves will be changed forever.

 

As the earthly gods gather to wage war against the heavens, Emi and Shiro must gamble everything to turn the tide against their immortal, all-powerful foes. Together, they will find a way to save her world—even if it means losing each other.

 

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Each book in the Red Winter Trilogy includes ten stunning illustrations by award-winning artist Brittany Jackson.

This is an exclusive preview of one illustration featured in Immortal Fire.

EXCERPT:

Violent shivers pulled Emi from the depths of sleep. The chill in the room cut right through the layers of blanket and kimono, and her toes ached from the cold. Curled in a tight ball beneath her blankets, she exhaled harshly, half expecting her breath to fog the air.

Beyond the thin partition that separated her sleeping quarters from the rest of the room, the windows rattled in a fierce wind. A winter storm? A feverish ache throbbed in her muscles, though she didn’t think she had slept for more than a few hours.

Yawning, she forced her tired body off the futon. Cold hit her like a splash of frigid water but even that wasn’t enough to dispel her drowsy daze. A short, fumbling search uncovered no extra blankets in the closet within her small alcove. Wrapping an arm around herself for warmth, she slid a panel open and peeked into the main room.

The remains of Shiro and Yumei’s late dinner had been cleared from the table, and the unlit brazier was devoid of light or warmth. Across the room, a second futon had been laid out near Shiro’s, and dark shapes filled both.

Trust the yokai to sleep right through the freezing cold. Behind their futons was a larger closet where bedding was stored. Surely there would be an extra blanket in there. She stumbled toward it in exhaustion. Her chest felt hollow and empty, and some of the chill that plagued her emanated from within.

As she crossed the room, an icy breeze rushed across her. Jerking back a step, she turned toward the sliding garden doors. A six-inch gap revealed the night-swathed garden beyond, where snow flew almost horizontally in the wind.

Why on earth had they left the door open? With a tired scowl, she yanked it shut. The room immediately felt warmer. Shaking her head, she stopped at the foot of Shiro’s futon, the light from the window glimmering on his white hair. Not that long ago, she had woken him from a nightmare, and he had thrown her into a wall before rousing enough to realize he was about to rip her throat out. Attempting to sneak between their futons to reach the closet was probably unwise.

“Shiro?” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

He didn’t stir. Neither did Yumei, who slept on his back with his head turned away, his hair splayed untidily across his face in a way that was very unlike the usually reserved yokai. He rarely slept when anyone else was nearby, at least as far as she’d seen. Maybe her ki had tired him.

“Shiro?” she tried again more loudly.

When he again didn’t move, not even a twitch of his ears, a nervous prickle climbed her spine. Shiro

wasn’t that deep of a sleeper. And why hadn’t her clumsy banging of the garden door woken them? A spike of adrenaline cut through her drowsiness as she realized how unlikely it was that Shiro and

Yumei would go to sleep with a door ajar. Had the wind blown it open? Or … something else?

She scoured the room, but it was clearly empty. Biting the inside of her cheek, she stepped between the futons and crouched.

“Shiro,” she called. “Wake up!”

No reaction. Hoping he wouldn’t attack her, she touched his shoulder. He slept on, eyes closed, face slack. Her apprehension intensified into real fear.

“Shiro!” She gripped his shoulder and shook it, but he still didn’t wake or so much as stir. Was she dreaming? Was this a nightmare? She spun around and reached for Yumei.

“Yumei, wake up! Please wake up!” She shook him but he was as unresponsive as Shiro. In desperation, she hit his shoulder with her open palm, yelling his name. “What’s wrong with you? Wake up!”

As she turned, intending to grab a handful of snow from outside to shove in Shiro’s face, the air above him shimmered strangely. She went rigid, squinting into the darkness.

A shadow took form. A small body, thin limbs, ragged black hair. The ghostly child crouched on Shiro’s chest, her blank, bottomless stare fixed on Emi.

Her heart thudded in her ears. A kanashibari, the dream-weaving yokai that had been watching Emi in the bath. That was what she’d forgotten to warn Shiro about! And now it was sitting on him, and he wouldn’t wake up.

She lurched back to Yumei. A second kanashibari appeared before her, perched on his torso. The new one, another little girl with short, stringy hair and a pale kimono, looked up at Emi with empty black eyes.

The child’s lips pulled up in a rictal grin, and her tiny arm shot out.

Emi shoved the yokai away, but her hands passed right through the spectral body, feeling nothing but frosty air.

The yokai reached for her face and a small, frigid, solid palm pressed against her forehead. A wave of burning ice surged into Emi’s skull, blanketing her thoughts. Impossible, unyielding drowsiness crashed through her.

Before she could react, before she could even think about resisting, she collapsed on top of Yumei’s unconscious body and slid into darkness.

 

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Annette Marie is the author of the Amazon best-selling Steel & Stone series, which includes Goodreads Choice Award nominee Yield the Night, and fantasy trilogy Red Winter. Her first love is fantasy, but fast- paced urban fantasy and tantalizing forbidden romances are her guilty pleasures. She lives in the frozen winter wasteland of Alberta, Canada (okay, it’s not quite that bad) with her comparatively sensible husband and their furry minion of darkness—sorry, cat—Caesar. When not writing, she can be found elbow-deep in one art project or another while blissfully ignoring all adult responsibilities.

 

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The End is Coming… Raven’s Rise by @LincolnjCole #UrbanFantasy #Horror #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Raven’s Rise

Author: Lincoln Cole

Genre: Horror/Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Everything has come crashing down after the events of Raven’s Fall: barely anyone is left standing and the Church is blaming Abigail for the fallout.

 

Haatim and Dominick are struggling to understand how their worlds were flipped upside down so completely, but they are running out of time. The threat that began in the mountains is far from over. They need to find a way to survive what comes next and put a stop to the cult that is threatening their existence before it is too late.

 

 

Excerpt:

As soon as Matt Eicholt stepped inside his quiet little church in the center of Phnom Penh, something felt terribly wrong. The lights remained off, just as he expected, but he could feel the presence of someone else hiding in the room.

 

The mere fact that they hid from him filled him with concern. He couldn’t see anyone but could tell they hid there.

 

“Hello?” he called out in Khmer. “Who’s there?”

 

No response. He tried English as well, but still, no answer came. Probably kids hiding away from their mothers. He’d experienced situations like this many times in the past, finding children avoiding their schoolwork or chores, though not usually this late in the day.

 

No doubt, they hid from him as well, hoping he wouldn’t return them to their angry parents.

 

However, something about the situation made him worry, and even though wayward children seemed the likeliest scenario, something told him that this case differed.

 

Matt walked across the hardwood floor toward the front of the church and to the light switch. Wary and uncomfortable, he felt unsure what might be afoot but also afraid he would miss his dinner appointment.

 

He used the light spilling in through the open doorway to navigate between the wooden pews toward the front, keeping his eyes open for any trespassers.

 

He made it to the far side of the room and felt around for the switch. It took a few seconds for his fingers to find it in the darkness, and then he flicked it on.

 

Nothing happened. The room remained dark.

 

Suddenly, the door behind him swung closed with a crash, casting him into complete darkness.

 

A shiver danced across his spine, and he backed up against the wall, willing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Someone stood inside the room with him, and a tinge of panic rushed through his body.

 

“Who’s there?” he asked in Khmer. “Come out where I can see you.”

 

“Why would I do that?” a woman asked in English from across the room. She sounded young, with a sultry voice.

 

“Who are you? Why are you in my church?”

 

“Maybe I came here looking for God.”

 

She sounded closer this time as if she’d moved across the room toward him. He listened but couldn’t hear any footsteps tapping across the wooden floor.

 

“He does hide in the most unexpected places,” the woman said.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“I want you, Matthew. You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

 

“Me?”

 

“Yes, you. You make the last piece of my puzzle. The light at the end of my tunnel. Matthew. I like your name. So Biblical.”

 

He backed away slowly, one hand on the wall. He aimed to move away from the approaching voice and head for a door at the back of the cathedral. One he kept locked normally, and that exited into a back alleyway.

 

His eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, and he bumped into a pew while he scrambled through the church, knocking it sideways to scrape across the floor.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, a few steps to his left. “Our fun has only just begun.”

 

“Stay away from me.”

 

“I couldn’t stay apart from you any more than a moth can from a flame.”

 

Suddenly, the door to the church blasted open, pouring bright sunlight in once more. A wretched-looking woman stood in front of him, maybe two meters away. She appeared of Indian descent, though pale. Pockmarks and rashes covering her skin and face gave her a sickly appearance.

 

The woman turned toward the door and let out a laugh when the light came in.

 

“I wondered when you would show up.”

 

Matt glanced over. Another person stood the doorway. This one silhouetted by the sunlight, which made it impossible to make out the features or see the face.

 

“Matt, run!” the person in the doorway—a woman—yelled.

 

The newcomer’s arm flew up, and a thunderous roar of gunshots filled his tiny church. On reflex, he covered his ears and stumbled backward, trying to get away from the sound.

 

He glanced back at the first woman, the scarred and sickly one. She dodged back and shifted behind one of the pillars that held up the roof. Gunshots thudded into the area around her.

 

The woman moved with unnatural speed, gliding as much as moving. Matt watched her in awe, not even sure if she qualified as human. More rounds blasted into the church. They buried into the pillar behind which she hid, shattering off huge wooden fragments that went flying through the air.

 

She turned, looked at him, and let out a hissing sound.

 

“Run, Matt!” the newcomer screamed from the open doorway before firing off more rounds at the Indian woman. “Get out of here!”

 

Matt ran.

 

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Author Biography:

Lincoln Cole is a Columbus-based author who enjoys traveling and has visited many different parts of the world, including Australia and Cambodia, but always returns home to his pugamonster and wife. His love for writing was kindled at an early age through the works of Isaac Asimov and Stephen King and he enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.

He has won multiple literary awards for his novels. He has also been a bestseller in multiple different categories.

 

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Even Dragons Get the Blues… Take These Broken Wings @LiviaQuinn #books #dragons #MFRWAuthor


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How do you handle stress?

 

Sheriff Jack Lang came to Destiny after hearing it was a normal “safe” small town – the perfect place to raise his teenage daughter after years of abuse by his crazy ex. Well, the “normal” ship sailed the day he met Tempest Pomeroy. The weeks that followed challenged him far beyond his years as a Navy pilot. He’d been both appalled and attracted to the quirky mail carrier with the rainbow shaded hair and unpredictable weather “talents”. The events of the last months had rolled over them like a tidal wave and just as he was getting used to the idea of being a human lawman in a town of supernaturals, his world had been turned upside down.

 

 

Blurb:

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, trouble magnet and sexy redheaded mail lady. 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 “Mayberry-like” 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:

My stomach growled, again, and I caught a tantalizing whiff. What was it with this persistent aching hunger? Lately, I ate anything in my path, and I mean anything.

 

One thing had changed, however¾my sense of smell. I could smell a flea farting at fifty paces. I walked quickly around the building, tossing the coffee to the curb and marched like a laser beam – straight to the green dumpster at the rear of the parking lot.

 

The next thing I knew I was hip deep in trash, my new sniffer guiding me through an assortment of bags and boxes. My stomach thundered, but I was getting used to it, being hungry, I mean. I didn’t know what it took to fill up my dragon gut because so far it had never been full. And these pickings were slim.

 

What once would’ve turned Jack Lang’s stomach wasn’t bothering me, Jack Lang, Dragon Shifter, in the least. From here on, I’d be thinking of dumpsters as food banks.

 

I took in the chewed chicken wings, packets of catsup, smashed French-fries and hushpuppies, a bag of dredging flour and cornmeal. My mind lumped it together as energy. I squeezed the catsup onto my tongue. I couldn’t get enough, the containers and packaging were slowing me down. I popped leftover bones and followed them with handfuls of flour. Then I spotted a bucket of old grease and food sitting by the door to the dumpster. Yum!

 

As I reached for the handle a pair of familiar work boots and tanned legs entered my field of vision. “Jack, what are you doing in that dumpster?”

 

Tempe’s eyes widened when she saw my face, my hand on the handle of the bucket. I followed her gaze to the flour covering my shirt, pants and boots. I’d been single-mindedly scavenging and hadn’t had a clue that my uniform was caked in white crud, probably my face as well.

 

“Oh, this?” I couldn’t stop… I was on a binge. I reached for the bucket of slop, which had probably been awaiting some pig farmer, and upended it like a Super Duper 90 drink from Gatorz Grub.

 

While I guzzled the rich fatty mix of lard and leftovers I watched Tempe’s face turn green and she grimaced. “That is so gross!”

 

I stopped long enough to belch. “Hold that thought.” I finished off the bucket, let out an audible sigh of satisfaction, wiped my hands on my pants and tossed her my keys. “Do me a favor, will ya? Grab one of the duffels from my trunk.”

 

Her face said I needed more than just a clothing change. Well, it is what it is. I realized I was approaching midday with a different attitude, although it probably wasn’t quite the attitude Tempe had been looking for. When she returned, I pulled myself away from my delicious snack—I could always slip back tonight after they’d restocked my dumpster—they were open twenty-four hours.

 

I burped and cut a big gust, as we Navy pilots say. Tempe stopped a couple feet away pinching her nose shut. “Zeuus, Jack! Uu bight deed to thee a twagon toctor.” She extended the duffel to me with one finger of her other hand, as if she was afraid of getting cooties. I stripped off my shirt and pants and tugged on the clean clothes.

 

“Where did you come from?” I asked.

 

“I was on my way to Harmony and spotted your cruiser. I was just curi¾ Her voice trailed off.

 

“You were curious if I’d gone back to work like I said I would. You don’t have to worry, Tempe, darling.” I winced at my sarcastic tone. There was going to be hell to pay for treating the women I loved like this, but right now… “I stopped for coffee but after I meet with the ME, and have lunch with my mom, I plan to find Jordie wherever she is and let her flay my scales off. Then I have a case to solve.”

 

She didn’t miss that I hadn’t mentioned us. Things were not kosher in Denmark, or whatever that saying was, but I was making some baby steps toward taking my old life back. That was good, right?

“What’s up with the dumpster diving?”

 

I adjusted my gun belt on my hip and shrugged, “I was hungry.”

 

“Well, sorry I interrupted. Have you talked to Conor about this…um… hunger problem?” Tempe asked.

 

“Nope.” I spotted two nearly whole turkey legs lying on top of a trash bag and reached in snagging them—with two claws that shot out of my fingertips! “Shit.”

 

“What is it?” Tempe jumped forward, alarmed.

 

I held up my hand to show Tempe the drumsticks speared on a pair of five-inch claws. “How am I supposed to investigate when… claws pop out of my hands when I least expect it?”

 

“Um, well…” her lips twisted in a grimace. She shrugged.

 

“Right.” I took two chomps on the grimy, rotten legs then tossed them over my shoulder into the dumpster as I walked away, staring as the claws receded when they weren’t needed anymore. Which actually kind of rocked.

 

 

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Life is but a Nightmare
Erin Hayes
(The Elysium Legacies, #2)
Publication date: February 28th 2017
Genres: Adult, Mythology, Urban Fantasy

The sequel to the genre-bending, hugely imaginative Death is but a Dream.

 

“There must always be a God of Wealth…”

 

Former police detective Callie Saunders shouldn’t be alive, but she’s been thriving with her new lease on life away from the machinations of the ancient Greek gods and goddesses.

 

Yet there’s always been someone missing from this little piece of paradise.

 

When a vengeful god kidnaps her son, she travels back to a world she barely understands to find him. A world where she must face humanity’s greatest enemies and her former lover. If she’s not careful, she’ll lose her soul again. And, maybe, even her heart.

 

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“If I could…” he whispered. “If I could, I’d hold him tight and never let him go.”

A moment passed between us. A reminder of what we couldn’t have.

“Callista,” he said gently. “Tell him I said hi. Please.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek, but I nodded.

“Callista,” he said, his voice low. “Callista, I’m so sorr—”

I awoke with a gasp on the cot. I grimaced, feeling sore in unfamiliar spots. Paul stirred on his bed, and I quietly laid my head on the thin mattress. I stroked a hand along his arm, watching every bit of him.

My son.

I leaned in to whisper into his ear. I might have been angry at Plutus for everything, but I did know that there were things beyond our control. I understood it, but I didn’t have to like it or accept it. I did decide to give Plutus this peace offering, to let him know that I’d be okay, at least for now. And I wanted to assure Paul, even if it was just his subconscious, that somewhere, his father was thinking about him, that he was worried about him.

“Daddy says hi.”

 

 

Author Bio:

 

Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

 

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she’s an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

 

You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars.

 

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Title Raven’s Peak (Book I, World on Fire)

Author Lincoln Cole

Genre Horror/Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Thriller

Publisher Kindle Press

Book Blurb

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?

 

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“Reverend, you have a visitor.”

He couldn’t remember when he fell in love with the pain. When agony first turned to pleasure, and then to joy. Of course, it hadn’t always been like this. He remembered screaming all those years ago when first they put him in this cell; those memories were vague, though, like reflections in a dusty mirror.

“Open D4.”

A buzz as the door slid open, inconsequential. The aching need was what drove him in this moment, and nothing else mattered. It was a primal desire: a longing for the tingly rush of adrenaline each time the lash licked his flesh. The blood dripping down his parched skin fulfilled him like biting into a juicy strawberry on a warm summer’s day.

“Some woman. Says she needs to speak with you immediately. She says her name is Frieda.”

A pause, the lash hovering in the air like a poised snake. The Reverend remembered that name, found it dancing in the recesses of his mind. He tried to pull himself back from the ritual, back to reality, but it was an uphill slog through knee-deep mud to reclaim those memories.

It was always difficult to focus when he was in the midst of his cleansing. All he managed to cling to was the name. Frieda. It was the name of an angel, he knew. . . or perhaps a devil.

One and the same when all was said and done.

She belonged to a past life, only the whispers of which he could recall. The ritual reclaimed him, embraced him with its fiery need. His memories were nothing compared to the whip in his hand, its nine tails gracing his flesh.

The lash struck down on his left shoulder blade, scattering droplets of blood against the wall behind him. Those droplets would stain the granite for months, he knew, before finally fading away. He clenched his teeth in a feral grin as the whip landed with a sickening, wet slapping sound.

“Jesus,” a new voice whispered from the doorway. “Does he always do that?”

“Every morning.”

“You’ll cuff him?”

“Why? Are you scared?”

The Reverend raised the lash into the air, poised for another strike.

“Just…man, you said he was crazy…but this…”

The lash came down, lapping at his back and the tender muscles hidden there. He let out a groan of mixed agony and pleasure.

These men were meaningless, their voices only echoes amid the rest, an endless drone. He wanted them to leave him alone with his ritual. They weren’t worth his time.

“I think we can spare the handcuffs this time; the last guy who tried spent a month in the hospital.”

“Regulation says we have to.”

“Then you do it.”

The guards fell silent. The cat-o’-nine-tails, his friend, his love, became the only sound in the roughhewn cell, echoing off the granite walls. He took a rasping breath, blew it out, and cracked the lash again. More blood. More agony. More pleasure.

“I don’t think we need to cuff him,” the second guard decided.

“Good idea. Besides, the Reverend isn’t going to cause us any trouble. He only hurts himself. Right, Reverend?”

The air tasted of copper, sickly sweet. He wished he could see his back and the scars, but there were no mirrors in his cell. They removed the only one he had when he broke shards off to slice into his arms and legs. They were afraid he would kill himself.

How ironic was that?

“Right, Reverend?”

Mirrors were dangerous things, he remembered from that past life. They called the other side, the darker side. An imperfect reflection stared back, threatening to steal pieces of the soul away forever.

 

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Title Raven’s Fall (Book II, World on Fire)

Genre Horror/Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Thriller

Publisher LC Publishing

Book Blurb

Abigail was arrested by the Council, and now she’s awaiting trial for the decisions she made leading up to and culminating in the events of Raven’s Peak. She is restless while she waits for answers and knows that there is a real threat outside their walls plotting to bring them down.

Meanwhile, Haatim is getting a crash course in this world he knew nothing about and finding out that nothing is as it seems. He’s being taught how to survive, but will it be enough?

There are dark clouds on the horizon and it is coming whether they are prepared or not. Will they be able to weather this storm?

 

Excerpt

As soon as Abigail stepped outside the house, she knew something was wrong. She no longer stood alone, although she couldn’t see anyone else around her in the immediate proximity. How could she know? Nevertheless, she felt certain.

 

Alert and alarmed, she slipped her gun loose and crept toward her car, scanning the area around the house. Dark and cloudy, she couldn’t see anything.

 

When she drew closer, Abigail noticed that the vehicle rested lower than it should have. Someone had slashed the tires.

 

Not waiting for the trap to spring on her, she sprinted to the right, running toward a fence leading into an old horse paddock. A shout came from behind, followed by a gunshot. Abigail ducked and dashed to the fence, climbed over it, and dove into the tall grass below.

 

Years of horses walking over the muddy terrain had made the ground uneven. Luckily, the grass stood several feet tall and disguised her entire body, especially with such little light.

 

Abigail landed hard and rolled, ducking into the grass as more shots fired behind her. She kept moving, crawling low through the grass and, occasionally, glancing back the way she had come.

 

Near her car, three people ran toward her. Although Abigail couldn’t recognize their faces, she knew them from the way they moved: Colton Depardieu, Jack Wright, and Anong Sao.

 

It looked like they had come to finish what they had started back in Lausanne. Colton raised his pistol and fired into the grass. The shot fell behind her, but not as far away as she would like.

 

Abigail flinched, ducked again, and continued crawling. On this breezy night, the grass wafted in the wind and masked her progress. She moved fast, staying low, and went another fifteen or so meters. When she checked again, her pursuers had made it through the gate and into the field. They combed the area slowly, spread out to fan the entire field, and worked their way toward her.

 

Abigail held onto her revolver. At the least, she could drop one of them from her hiding spot. Anong stood closest, oblivious to her. They hadn’t prepared for her to retaliate, and she could put a bullet in Anong and still (probably) crawl away without the other two being able to find her immediately.

 

However, she didn’t. These were Hunters, her brothers and sisters, and killing them felt … wrong.

 

Though she might well regret it, Abigail slipped her revolver away instead and belly-crawled through the weeds and toward the fence. There, she found an opening that she could crawl under and slid outside the field. Abigail couldn’t see any other houses or vehicles in the area, but an old barn sat only fifty meters from her.

 

It looked like it had burnt up in a fire years ago, probably due to lightning or hooligans, and only half of it remained standing. Still, it gave better cover than nothing.

 

Abigail moved cautiously, crouching low, and made her way to the barn. Once there, she ducked inside, out of sight of the fields, and let out a quiet sigh.

 

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Title The Ninth Circle (Book 0, World on Fire, Side Jobs)

Genre Horror/Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Thriller

Publisher LC Publishing

 

Book Blurb

Arthur Vangeest has been hunting a cult known as the Ninth Circle for months and finally located their base of operations, but something goes terribly wrong before he can strike at them. Someone he trusts betrays him and his wife and young daughter are murdered. Now he isn’t sure if there is anything left to live for. But, when he exacts his revenge on the people the hurt him, he finds a new reason to stay alive.

This short story takes place several years before the events of Raven’s Peak and details how Arthur first discovered Abigail and how she gave him something new to live for.

 

Excerpt

Arthur Vangeest ran the wet sharpening stone down the edge of his sword, feeling it glide along the razor-sharp finish. His motions were practiced and precise, yet his mind was far away in his own thoughts.

 

The blade didn’t need the honing: he could have shaved the stubble off his face with it if he was willing to risk cutting his head off.

 

But he needed it: the action served to keep him from being idle. This was something he did before every battle, a superstitious ritual. He did it in an effort to maintain calmness and composure in the face of adversity while he risked his life for the Council. Right now, however, he was sharpening his sword to control the horrible despair and anger raging in his heart.

 

It wasn’t working.

 

“Are you all right, Arthur?” Frieda asked. Her voice was tender, as though she were afraid to speak up around him because he might break.

 

Maybe she wasn’t wrong. He glanced at her, meeting her eyes, but his hands kept gliding the stone down the blade. Frieda was wearing a black leather suit and had dyed her hair crimson in preparation for the upcoming mission.

 

She was beautiful and austere with a mole on her left cheek and eyes that pierced into whoever she looked at. She was, Arthur knew from personal experience, an incredibly dangerous woman.

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“Are you sure? You haven’t been—”

 

“I said I’m fine,” he reiterated.

 

She pursed her lips, thoughtful. “You don’t need to go in with us,” she said. “After everything that—”

 

“I’m going in,” he interrupted. “When we breach the building, I’ll push for the ritual chamber and search for survivors. I am not staying behind.”

 

Frieda hesitated but didn’t object. “Very well. From all reports, there should be four or five innocents trapped inside, so we need all the help we can get.”

 

“How many hostiles?”

 

“Somewhere in the range of fifty, but we can’t get an accurate count. At least nine are possessed. The rest are zealots.”

 

They were sitting on a park bench just outside Allison Falls in Virginia. It was beautiful in the midafternoon. They were waiting for three more Hunters to arrive from out of state before they attacked the Ninth Circle. Frieda had called in a team, Charles and Mildred Greathouse and Dexter Colson, to deal with this cell. They were flying in from around the world, the Greathouse family from Europe and Dexter from Brazil.

 

This was one of the biggest cells they’d ever located, and removing it from play would severely cripple and diminish the cult. This was a longtime project of Arthur’s, a venture he had dedicated years of his life to and risked everything to find.

 

He had, in fact, lost everything.

 

He underestimated the resourcefulness of the cult in finding out information about him. Someone within his own Order had betrayed him, and The Ninth Circle discovered where he lived. His wife and child were murdered in their sleep and left horribly butchered for him to find. It was the worst sight he’d ever experienced, and it was waiting for him when he’d come home.

 

That had been two weeks ago. He hadn’t discovered who betrayed him inside the Order yet, but he intended to pay them back in full. He knew that Frieda felt the same way, and she’d been cautious and withdrawn since the murder had taken place.

 

“How long?”

 

Frieda checked her watch. “We can start moving,” she replied. “The second plane touched down ten minutes ago. I can direct the other Hunters to meet us at the site. If we leave now, we will arrive about twenty minutes ahead of them.”

 

“All right,” he said, standing up and sliding his sword away. He dropped the sharpening stone onto the park bench and started walking toward her car. “Let’s go.”

 

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Title: Take These Broken Wings (Destiny Paramortals #5)

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Southern Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Welcome to Mayberry, or should I say Middle Earth?

 

I’m Jack Lang, the Sheriff of Destiny, Louisiana. After my sexy redheaded mail lady zapped me, this seemingly normal small town turned into a never-ending stream of supernaturals – fae, dragons, vampires, djinn—not to mention some plain ol’ kooks. Ironically, I was all set to accept the dark side when I discovered the secret in my own DNA and, well, to say I was in shock would be like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.

 

There’s one thing that can get me back on the job – a murder investigation. But I’ll also have to deal with supernatural hitmen, dragon hunters and being in the doghouse with my girlfriend. If I don’t get a handle on “My new life” before long, I’m going to lose the respect of the Paramortals, not to mention the woman I love.  Maybe I should just holler uncle now. Things can always get worse.

 

After all, this is Destiny, and ludicrous is its middle name.

 

Book 5 is the completion of Jack and Tempe’s Paramortal arc, an epiphany of sorts, but the story continues. If you enjoy the Paranormal Urban Fantasy Cozy worlds of Kristen Painter, Darynda Jones or Molly Harper, try the Destiny Paramortals series.

 

My Review:

My favorite paramortals are back and there’s been some changes since we last left Destiny. Jack’s a dragon (who can’t fly and shift back easily to human form), Tempe’s trying to take care of everyone except herself, Montana and Connor are deeply in love, Kat struggling to come to grips with her feelings for Dylan, Dylan is still in wolf form and there’s a murder to solve. Life in Destiny is never dull, just ask Jack the shifting dragon don’t-let-the-humans-see-me-naked sheriff.

 

Jack’s having trouble adjusting to his new life as a dragon and the worst of it is his expectations about flying. What good is a dragon that can’t fly? He’s wallowing in self-pity and pushing those he loves (hello Tempe) away. Connor, the dragon, tries to be there for Jack but there’s some things Jack needs to face alone.

 

Meanwhile, there’s paramortal assassins on the loose as well as dragon hunters. But when Tempe is confronted by a family member she loves, she’s frightened and doesn’t know what to do. She can’t rely on Jack to be her strength and her best friend, Montana, is in a committed loving relationship with her own dragon (which only makes Tempe jealous), so who can she trust?

 

There’s a lot of storylines going on in this book and I loved every one of them. Quinn’s humor is on fire in this installment and I laughed my way through the book. The conflict between Jack and Tempe was front and center yet it didn’t overshadow the other characters. I wished there was more of Jack and Tempe but the other storylines made up for my disappointment.

 

I’ve grown to love these characters and the ending made my hopeless romantic heart swoon. No cliff-hanger here but I’m left wondering who the hooded being is and what’s going to happen next.

 

Favorite Character:

Kat (Katerina). She’s been a minor character thus far and I loved discovering more about her. She’s shy and has a jaded past but when she and Dylan got together during the Paramoon, it felt right. But then Dylan turned into a big black wolf and couldn’t change back. Now, they’re together but not “together” intimately. It’s tough being a shifter and your mate can’t shift back to human. What’s a woman to do? Oh wait, Quinn’s got that covered and you’ll love it.

 

Favorite Quote:

“Jack took Dan’s hand and said only, ‘I’m back’. A fortuitous word choice. Did he mean back in town, back to work, or that my Jack was back? I was pretty sure that wasn’t the case… yet.”

 

My Rating:  4.5 stars

 

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Love happens…when you least expect it. So does the weather. So magic in one form or another, and storms, are at the heart of most Livia Quinn books. A DC native who lives on the bayou in Louisiana, Livia has stored up a wealth of quirky stories from her jobs as a mail lady, sales person, plant manager and small business owner that she’s anxious to share with her readers. Visit her soon on her new website https://www.liviaquinn.com

 

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Title: Take These Broken Wings, Book 5 in the Destiny Paramortals

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

 

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Jack Lang knows first hand about Destiny’s secrets. Turns out he was one of them. On Mardi Gras eve he and his unlikely band of heroes defeated some particularly nasty creatures intent on taking advantage of the Paramortals’ vulnerability during the Chaos. Jack figured they called it Chaos because the word “Armageddon” was already taken. Destiny survived with the help of their dragon and some special friends, then Jack received the biggest shock of his life. And that was saying a lot.

 

He’d chosen this town the year before for the normalcy and safety it could provide his teenager after a life of bedlam with Jordie’s mother. He’d been looking for Mayberry. Instead he’d found, not a town, but a world full of magical beings, odd occurrences, and scary creatures. There’d been one shock after another and yet, instead of leaving and taking Jordie somewhere “safe” … he’d stayed.

 

Now he suspected he’d felt the pull of this special place long before he’d known it existed. But that hadn’t been the only reason. It had all begun the first time he’d seen Tempest Pomeroy. That was when his world had turned upside down—along with half the town. He’d surprised himself with his acceptance of the supernatural. He’d even almost accepted this latest blow, but that had been before he found out he no longer belonged anywhere.

 

Not with humans, and not among supernaturals. Something had gone haywire in his family DNA.

 

Now he’d abandoned the women in his life, his responsibilities, everything except for the need to quench the gnawing hunger in his gut and this compulsion to jump off the highest levees in the parish. And he was only sorry there were no mountains in Louisiana.

 

 

 

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“Aiy-yy…”

 

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

 

I watched my boyfriend, in silver dragon form, run toward the top of the levee at full speed—actually more like like a clumsy lope—and leap, sun sparkling like diamonds from his crystalline scales before he disappeared from sight. The sound cutoff abruptly 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 looked up at me, beautiful silver green eyes revealing more than a little distress. I’d thought he could shift, but for some reason he didn’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 sparkly 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 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, thought speaking in his shifted form would come in time. Apparently, nothing was certain. 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 was 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 DRAGIN’ 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’ll never forget the first time I saw him in his backyard under the moonlight looking alternately disconcerted and elated. He’d 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. Jack’s problem is denial. He’s 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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A DC native, Livia Quinn moved to the wilds of stormy Louisiana, and with a lifelong fascination (read that: phobia) of lightning, it was only natural that it would play a big part in her world. Her paranormal books take place on the west end of Storm Lake and contemporaries to the east. But that doesn’t mean there’s no magic. What would life be like without a little magic?

 

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House of the Rising Son by @TrevannRogers #UrbanFantasy #Romance #BookPromo


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House of the Rising Son

Living After Midnight, Book 1

Author: Trevann Rogers

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance

 

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Cheyenne is a half-human incubus whose star is on the rise in the Unakite City rock scene. His father, the leader of the supernatural races, would prefer he keep a “low profile”, but screw that. Cheyenne has as much music in his veins as royal incubi blood.

 

Alexander’s future is all set—finish law school, join the family firm, and marry someone who’d be good for business. Not that he has a say in any of it. He’s barely met the woman his father expects him to marry.

 

As Cheyenne’s musical career takes off, his carefully constructed life begins to unravel, exacerbated by an ex-lover who can’t let go, a crotchety barkeeper with a dirty mind and a pure heart, a drag queen who moonlights as a nanny, and Alexander—who’s not sure if he’s falling for the incubus or the rocker.

 

Cheyenne denies who he is, while Alexander hides what he wants. Together, they learn that getting what they truly want means being who they truly are.

 

 

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While waiting for their drinks, Alexander studied the deep grooves carved into the table, trying to ignore the friction of Cheyenne’s thigh rubbing against his as the musician tapped a heel to the thump of the DJ’s music. Once the drinks arrived, Alexander downed half the bottle before he realized Cheyenne’s large green eyes were staring at him.

“So where’s your girl, Prudhomme? I mean, Prune Danish. No, wait…”

“Prudish. Shit, Prudence,” Alexander sputtered.

Cheyenne’s eyes sparkled. “No, you got it right the first time. Where is she?”

He shrugged. “Home, I guess.”

Cheyenne cocked his head. “Oh, really?” He put his hand on Alexander’s leg. “What’s up? You can tell me.”

“It’s not working out.” Alexander dragged his teeth over his lower lip. “It’s my fault.” He couldn’t keep his attraction to Cheyenne out of his voice. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

Cheyenne put his thumb to his lip and paused. “It’s like the drink.”

Alexander tilted his head, not sure he heard correctly. “The drink?”

“Yeah, that nasty ass bourbon. I bet your father drinks it. Your uncles. All your friends. Everybody, right?”

He didn’t answer, but waited for Cheyenne to continue.

“It was just expected that you’d drink it too. So you did.” His hand moved up Alexander’s thigh. “But now, maybe it’s okay to drink what you like. A different brand, a better vintage. Because you want it. Because it tastes better.” Cheyenne licked his lips. “Because it feels right.”

Alexander cleared his throat and brushed his lap, pushing Cheyenne’s hand away. “I can’t.”

“If you change your mind, let me know.”

“You don’t understand. It’s not that easy. My whole life will change.”

“It already has.”

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Trevann Rogers writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances. Her stories incorporate an unquenchable addition to music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.

 

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The Lightning Luminary by @RSMcCoy1 #ParanormalRomance #UrbanFantasy #BookPromo


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The Lightning Luminary
by R.S. McCoy

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Release date: April 26th 2016

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 Talia Stanley may look like the typical wealthy New Yorker, but she’s hidden her secrets for more than a thousand years. One of the last surviving members of an ancient race called Luminaries, Talia has suppressed her ability to control lightning in exchange for safety. 


And for generations it worked. Talia’s hermit lifestyle protected her from strong Luminaries that want her power. All that changed the day Mason Rathbone walked into her life.

A good-looking artist, Mason is just the guy to get Talia out of her penthouse apartment and show her what it means to live again. But just as she starts to get comfortable, Talia gets sucked right back into her vicious past.

A new paranormal romance novel by RS McCoy, author of the Sparks Saga. 

 

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Dr. Hershey’s waiting room was as colorful and bright as she was. The walls were the color of fruit punch with large white polka dots. A massive swatch from Minnie Mouse’s wardrobe. The left side of the room was covered in large, multi-colored waffle pieces, with a tiny Crayola table with chairs, a box of toys, and a wall of kiddie books.

 

Mason froze mid-step. Clearly he was in the wrong place.

 

“Come on in, Mr. Rathbone.” Someone called from the depths of the office labyrinth. Mason followed the voice until he found Dr. Hershey buried behind a desk. It was cluttered with stacks of files and papers, binders and books, with jars of candy mixed in. Her pen scratched against a yellow legal pad, her brow knitted with concern over whatever it was she wrote.

 

“I thought I was in the wrong—”

 

She pointed her pen around the room without looking up. “My associate, Dr. Lemore, is a child psychologist. It helps them feel comfortable before their appointments.”

 

Mason looked around her white office. Various degrees and certificates hung on the walls. A few awards, even. Apparently, the sweet, little Dr. Hershey was quite accomplished. “And what about you? You pass out chocolates?”

 

Dr. Hershey reached into the nearest jar and fetched a fun-size Twix bar. Without looking, she tossed it at his chest. Mason caught it and smiled.

 

She put down her pen and leaned back into her chair. The new distribution of weight sank the chair back toward the ground. It almost looked as if she might tilt over backward. “How are you feeling today?”

 

Mason shrugged and thrust his hands into his pant pockets. In fact, he woke up rested and relaxed. He actually slept in a bit thanks to his appointment. “My brain didn’t try to kill itself, so I guess I’m feeling fine. And a nice lady gave me a chocolate.” He winked at her.

 

Dr. Hershey’s cheek twisted into a half-hearted smile. From the lively giggles of yesterday to this morning’s dreary mood, Mason could hardly believe it was the same person.

 

“You okay, doc?”

 

She nodded and put on a fake smile he was sure she used often. “One of my patients committed suicide last night. I was just going over her file—” Mason swallowed as Dr. Hershey rubbed her eyes. “But now, you’re here.” This time, the smile was easier, less forced.

 

“Aw, thanks doc.” His bashful act was dampened by the mention of her tragedy. Mason felt compelled to add, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

 

She nodded her thanks. “Who have you lost, Mr. Rathbone?”

 

The question made him uncomfortable, as if Dr. Hershey had known to ask. It wasn’t often he talked about his past, especially not with people he’d just met. Still, this was his doctor. “My mom. Breast cancer three years ago. My dad and brother when I was in high school.”

 

“Which explains why you have no next of kin.”

 

Mason thought that was a very polite way of saying he was an orphan.

 

“Any change in your condition?”

 

“Nope. Slept pretty well. And it’s only been twelve hours since I saw you at Sinai…”

 

“Have you tried using the microwave yet?”

 

“No, but—” Too late Mason realized she teased him. He shook his finger in the air and chuckled. “That’s a good one, doc.”

 

 

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Rachel McCoy is a Texan living in New Jersey. Between binge watching MTV reality shows and baking gluten free treats, she writes paranormal fantasy and science fiction novels. She is the self-published author of the Sparks Saga trilogy as well as numerous short stories, some of which now reside in anthologies. Back when she lived in the real world, Rachel earned a degree in marine biology, which contributed to her die-hard love of manta rays.

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Title: Wolves’ Knight

Author: P.J. MacLayne

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

 

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Tasha Roeper knows what it means to protect your own. So when her friend, Dot Lapahie, CEO of Lapahie Enterprises, suspects that the Free Wolves are under attack, Tasha immediately signs on to lead the investigation and guard Dot.

 

But Tasha’s not convinced it’s the Free Wolves that are the target. She fears that her own pack—the Fairwood Pack—are the actual quarry and Dot is only a decoy.

 

The deeper Tasha digs, the more puzzles she uncovers.

 

Torn between tradition and a changing world, will Tasha risk everything to save a friend—including her own life—when old enemies arise?

 

 

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Tasha had time for another run—this one in human form. There was a distinct difference in the experiences, and sometimes Tasha craved the adrenalin rush that came with running on two feet instead of four.

She set a hard pace as soon as she hit the street and kept it up as she ran through the open field just past the last of the Victorian-style houses. She kept the punishing stride as she followed the well-worn path to the shooting range. By the time she reached the fence marking the boundary of the Fairwood holdings, she had to slow down, not only to dodge the trees and brambles, but to ease her labored breathing.

 

But still she kept running. Endurance was as important in human form as it was to her wolf form. She might not be able to outrun a wolf, but there weren’t many humans who could match her for the combination of speed and distance.

 

Even when she reached the point where forward movement was more instinct that conscious thought, she didn’t stop. At some point she met the pack members on patrol, acknowledging their presence with a quick nod and a brief wave of one hand.

 

When she turned the corner to trace the southern border, her mind noted her heavy breathing and the rapid pounding of her heart. And still she kept running, pushing herself. Sweat poured down her face, but she didn’t break her concentration long enough to wipe it away.

 

A dim part of her knew when a wolf started following her, but it didn’t speak to her, just ran in her wake, so she ignored it. She slowed somewhat when she could no longer breathe correctly, but kept going, one foot in front of the other. When she stumbled on a root, she lucked out and caught herself before falling.

 

“Enough,” sent the wolf.

 

“Not yet,” she answered. And kept going.

 

Her lungs screamed from the lack of oxygen, her eyes burned from the sweat streaming into them, and she could no longer feel her legs. She was past pain and moving from sheer force of will. But she wanted to go farther. Her goal was the meeting of the southern and western borders. And past that if she could hold on that long.

 

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Born and raised among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania, P.J. MacLayne still finds inspiration for her books in that landscapes. She is a computer geek by day and a writer by night who currently lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. When she’s not in front of a computer screen, she might be found exploring the back roads of the nearby national forests and parks. In addition to the Free Wolves’ stories, she is also the author of the Oak Grove series.

 

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Enchanted: The Fairy Revels Collection by Various Authors #YA #BookPromo


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Enchanted: The Fairy Revels Collection
by Various Authors
Release Date: April 2016

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Enchanted: The Fairy Revels Collection

9 Faerie Romance & Fantasy Fairy Tales; Urban Fantasy, YA Fairies, Fractured Fairy Tales, Sweet Fae Romance, and Paranormal Boxed Set

 

One spellbound night, nine award-winning and Amazon best-selling authors joined together to bring you an enchanting collection of tales featuring our favorite otherworldly creatures, fairies. Enchanted: The Fairy Revels Collection will seduce you into the wondrous world of the fae with magic, romance, fantasy, adventure, fairy tales, and folklore. Get ready to be beguiled by a unique boxed set with fractured fairy tales, contemporary romance, paranormal romance, sci-fi adventure, and more. This captivating collection is certain to please anyone who loves magical realism and fairy stories.

 

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THE BEE CHARMER by Poppy Lawless

Rayne moved to Chancellor on a mission to help Alice find true love. That is, after all, his job as her fairy godfather. What Rayne didn’t expect was to find a love of his own. All Viola wants is to pursue her dream of becoming a perfumer. She doesn’t have time to fall in love. Viola and Rayne will soon find that when your heart makes a wish, even impossible dreams can come true.

 

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I DO BELIEVE IN FAERIES by Erin Hayes

Even though she grew up in a family of witches, Abby is normal. When faeries offer her a wish, she wishes for magick of her own, without realizing the consequences. Now she has to travel to the land of faeries to save her friend’s baby and undo the wish, even if it means losing her magick forever.

 

WOE FOR A FAERIE by B. Brumley

When I chose retribution, it got me got kicked out of the spiritual realm and banished to mortality. Now I’ve got to choose between Jason, the priest who’s hiding something, and Arún, the handsome off-world Fae that believes I’m his prophesied queen… But first, I’ve got to survive New York City.

 

FLIGHTLESS by Margo Bond Collins

Josh Bevington doesn’t know how to survive living in Fairy, Texas without his wings; Laney Harris doesn’t know how to survive without Josh. When Laney’s biological father shows up in Fairy, determined to steal his daughter’s newfound powers, Josh and Laney will have to overcome work together—or risk losing everything they care about.

 

ROSE PETAL GRAVES by Olivia Wildenstein

I thought losing my mother would be the greatest shock of my life, but the real surprise came after her death. Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient graves in our backyard, which happens to be the town cemetery. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals.

 

FAIRLY NORMAL by Carrie L. Wells

Violet Abernathy has spent more than 20 years in the human realm, but this is the year that everything changes. Potentially her last stint among the humans, her “senior” year in high school teaches her more than she ever guessed it would about friendship, love, and support. Maybe what they say is true, change is the only thing that ever stays the same.

 

FAE CAME ON THE PLANE! by Elizabeth Watasin

At Jifk Spaceport, something every creature and person feared came in on a plane: faeries. When the spaceport goes down, it’s any survivor of the fae incursion on her or his own, and Nico’s not going to let Darqueworld’s most feared boogeymen, the faerie kind, stop her from getting to her lover’s arrival gate.

 

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THE FAE AND THE FARMGIRL by Pauline Creeden

A Fae princess in jeans and paddock shoes–could any of this be real? Daisy Adams was an orphan raised on her uncle’s farm, but a tractor accident suddenly forces her uncle to reveal the lie she’s been living. Her mother’s still alive and she’s a queen of the Fae… and to make matters worse, Daisy is hunted and the center of a war that is just beginning.

 

THE FAIRY BARGAIN by Blaire Edens

When FayeLynn Roberts finds herself pregnant by Drake, The Folk’s most dangerous man, she relies on Alvin Fairchild, the exiled prince of The Folk to carry her back to The Realm in order to save her child. Alvin wants to protect the child and save The Realm, but can the two of them band together and defeat Drake without losing their hearts?

 

 

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The next morning, drawn by the rich aroma of coffee, Alvin walked into the Butterfly Café and pulled two wrinkled one-dollar bills from his front pocket. Not counting the three quarters clinking against each other in the pocket of his jacket, it was the only money he had left.

 

He wasn’t likely to earn more today. If the dark gray clouds weren’t enough of a clue, his well-tuned senses told him it was going to rain buckets. He was the only one in the usually crowded café. The tourists must have seen the weather report and decided to sleep late. He would’ve liked to have done the same, but hard dirt didn’t lend itself to a rainy day snooze. Just as he opened the door of the shop, he heard the first rumble of thunder and felt the crack of lightning move through him.

 

Stormy weather intensified his abilities and made it very difficult for him to concentrate on reality. Maybe a jolt of caffeine would clear his mind, shake loose the sleep-deprivation cobwebs, and allow him to figure out a way to make enough money for lunch.

 

It was foolish to waste his cash on expensive coffee when he could’ve headed two blocks south and gotten a free cup from the soup kitchen but something in the café was drawing him like an iron filing to a magnet.

 

As soon as he saw her, he knew.

 

It wasn’t the coffee, it was her. She was drawing him closer.

 

He’d never seen her before and yet there was something familiar about her.

 

Even though the girl behind the counter looked exhausted, she was beautiful. Delicate and petite, she moved with grace. It was deeper than attraction and he wasn’t used to the feeling. The son of a Prince, he’d been spoiled. In his father’s house, he’d always had beautiful women at his disposal, but he’d never seen one who looked like her.

 

Her beauty transcended the physical. That was unusual for a human. As a rule, they were quite shallow and self-absorbed.

 

Like I haven’t been accused of the same thing.

 

She reminded him of a tiny songbird, and if he hadn’t known better, he would’ve thought she was…

 

That’s crazy. It’s been too long since you’ve had a decent sleep.

 

She’d been crying. A lot. Her eyes were bloodshot and ringed in purple, evidence that she wasn’t sleeping well. Her strawberry blond hair was twisted into a loose ponytail and her clothes were rumpled. She was worried. Really worried. The vibrations of her emotions radiated out in waves and washed over him, jamming all his circuits.

 

He needed a dose of caffeine more than ever. “Hey,” he said, leaning against the gleaming stainless counter. “How much is a cup of Breakfast Blend?” Until the past few weeks, he’d never had to worry about the cost of anything. He simply snapped his fingers and the item appeared, regardless of the cost.

 

Now, things were different.

 

She looked him over, her amber eyes were hawk-like. There was sadness there, deep despair she was trying desperately to hide. “How much can you afford?”

 

“I have two bucks.” He handed her the bills. When she reached out to take them, their fingers touched. Her worries slammed into him with the force of a semi. He felt her sadness and despair so acutely, it could have been his own. She jumped backwards at the touch, nearly losing her footing on the black and white tile.

 

“But I’m happy to barter,” he said, curious. “In exchange for a cup of coffee, I can tell your fortune.” He crossed his fingers hoping she’d agree. Not only did he want to know more about her, he sensed that she was in trouble.

 

She smoothed her apron and tucked one loose curl behind her ear and sighed. “I’m not sure I want to know.”

 

“It might help you make better decisions.”

 

She looked at him shrewdly, sizing him up, trying to measure his intentions. After a long pause, she exhaled and stepped back. He must have passed the test. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why the hell not?” She pushed the money back toward him and grabbed a mug from underneath the counter. “I’m FayeLynn. Pick a table and I’ll join you.”

 

“Alvin and thanks for the joe.”

 

Her smile was radiant and it lit every corner of the room, even on such a gray day, even when something was really bothering her. “I hope you have the winning lottery numbers.”

 

He chose a two-topper near the window. It was just past seven and there was no foot traffic on the sidewalk. When she slid into the chair across from him with a mug of her own, he asked, “You won’t get in trouble for sitting on the clock, will you?”

 

“Nope. I’ve taken care of all my side work. I doubt we’ll have any takers until later anyway.” She took a sip of her coffee, and he watched the steam float up from the surface and over her face. In the mist, she looked even more like…

 

Cut it out, Alvin. She’s an ordinary waitress. Tell her fortune, drink the coffee and be on your way.

 

Except it wasn’t that easy. “Can I ask you a very personal question?”

 

Without any hesitation, she nodded.

 

“Has anyone ever told you that you might be…” His voice trailed off into a whisper before he lost his courage. He noticed the blush that spread across her face and wondered how many secrets she held.  “Never mind. Are you ready to get started?”

 

“Do you need my birthday or anything?”

 

“No. Just close your eyes and try to relax. I’m going to place two fingers on your pulse points.”

 

Her eyes widened at his touch. He was glad he wasn’t the only one to feel the rush of electricity that had surged between them earlier.

 

“I’m harmless,” he assured her. “Promise.”

 

 

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Poppy Lawless          Blaire Edens          Erin Hayes

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Title: Demon’s Daughter

Author: Amy Braun

Genre: Urban fantasy, horror, paranormal

Series Title: Cursed

 

 

Book Blurb:

Wanted by law enforcement. Chased by drug cartels. Hunted by demons… 

Constance Ramirez has more than her share of problems when it comes to protecting her adopted sister, Andromeda. Especially since Andromeda isn’t fully human, and her strange powers are dangerous and out of control.

But Constance will do anything to keep her safe, which won’t be easy with bounty hunters hired by the drug cartel she betrayed looking to capture her, and savage monsters seeking to take Andromeda for their own dark purposes.

Being a big sister has never been so hard… Or so deadly.

 

Excerpt:

“You’re bleeding,” Dro said in a quiet voice across from me.

 

          I looked at her, slowly sheathing my knife, trying to act like that simple movement wasn’t pure agony to my shoulders.

 

          “I’ll be all right,” I rasped out, my breathing still heavy from the fight.

 

          She took a tentative step closer to me. “I’m sorry, Constance. I was trying to get there sooner, but-”

         

          “You know the rules,” I told her. “Leave the fighting to me.”

 

          Dro was tougher than she looked. She had to be, given the way we lived. But deep down she was just too gentle, never wanting to hurt anyone or anything. She wasn’t comfortable with a weapon in her fist or blood on her hands.

 

          Not like I was.

 

          Dro frowned and looked at my injuries again, taking another step toward me. She didn’t hesitate, reaching out and pulling away the collar of my shirt to see the wicked wounds on my skin. Her frown deepened and she gently touched the broken skin on my shoulder. Her hands began to glow a strange golden light, and she began to heal me.

 

          There were many words a person could use to describe Dro. Special. Gifted. Strange. All of them were true, because she wasn’t human. I wanted to pretend she was, but it was impossible to do when she healed my injuries with a single touch. Or when she told me she could read other people’s thoughts if she concentrated enough. Or when she heard, smelled, or saw things way before I did. Or when she had the nightmares and burst into flame.

 

          None of it changed my love for her, but it did scare me. More than I wanted to admit.

 

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Amy Braun

 

Author Biography:

Amy is a Canadian urban fantasy and horror author. Her work revolves around monsters, magic, mythology, and mayhem. She started writing in her early teens, and never stopped. She loves building unique worlds filled with fun characters and intense action. She is the recipient of April Moon Books Editor Award for “author voice, world-building and general bad-assery,” and the One Book Two Standout Award in 2015 for her Cursed trilogy. She has been featured on various author blogs and publishing websites, and is an active member of the Writing GIAM and Weekend Writing Warrior communities. When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, watching movies, taking photos, gaming, and struggling with chocoholism and ice cream addiction.

 

Amy’s current work includes the full length novels Demon’s Daughter, Dark Divinity, Crimson Sky, and Path of the Horseman, and the novella Needfire. She has short stories in various horror and urban fantasy anthologies such as Call From The Grave, Hotel Hell, Survivalism in The Dead Walk: Volume 2, Dismantle in The Steam Chronicles, Lost Sky in Avast, Ye Airships!, Secret Suicide in That Hoodoo, Voodoo, That You Do, Bring Back The Hound in Stomping Grounds, Charlatan Charade in Lost in the Witching Hour, and her award winning short Dark Intentions And Blood in AMOK!

 

 

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 Dark Divinity

 

Title: Dark Divinity

 

Author: Amy Braun

 

Genre: Urban fantasy, horror, paranormal

 

Book Blurb:

Hell has risen. Heaven is descending. Sacrifices are made…

It’s been two months since Constance Ramirez’s adopted sister Andromeda was used as the Key to opening the Gates of Heaven and Hell. They escaped with their lives, but made countless enemies as a result.

Now that demons are beginning to weave into ordinary lives, their only hope is to find a way to close the Gates of Heaven and Hell before the angels and demons begin a war. Something that becomes only harder as one of Constance’s deadliest enemies resurfaces.

But as they struggle to stay alive and find the Gates, they learn that a huge sacrifice will be required if they succeed, and this time, Constance isn’t sure the cost will outweigh the reward…

 

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Excerpt:

            Black blood squirted out of the wounds as I dragged them through the Shredder’s tough skin. My hands were covered in the burning, sickly smelling blood. I was hanging onto them so tightly I could feel the plastic hilts biting my palms. My face was pressed against the demon’s back so it couldn’t grab me, and my cheek was rubbing against the coarse Shredder hide. The smell was so bad my eyes started watering. I tugged on the blades. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head away as more blood splashed onto me.

 

            Needless to say, the Shredder wasn’t appreciating my piggyback ride. It stabbed its claws over its shoulders, nearly embedding them in my skull even when I ducked. It twisted back and forth violently, not caring that my legs flopped around and smashed into its side, thighs, and back. I hung on as tightly as I could, but my blood-slick hands were starting to slip from the knives.

 

            One sharp twist finally hurled me off the demon’s back. I slammed into the truck’s windshield, glass cracking against my spine. I shook off the dizziness in my head as the Shredder turned around, stabbing at me with both of its claws. I rolled just as its bony talons punched through the glass next to me. I felt the windshield sink behind me, and rotated my body until I fell off the hood of the truck.

 

            I landed hard on my side and I turned onto my back. I was about to get up when the Shredder pounced onto the truck’s hood. Metal squealed as it bent under the huge monster. Its lips peeled back in a snarl as it stared at me with enraged, pale eyes. It held its claws out on either side of its massive body, ready to pounce for the final kill.

 

            My heart bounced in my ribcage as I scrambled for an idea. I was out of weapons. No one was around to help me. When that demon jumped on me, it was going to slice me to ribbons.

 

            Just as I was thinking about how quickly I could move before the Shredder caught me, a blast of white light filled my vision. I threw my arm over my eyes while the temperature in the room ratcheted up fifteen degrees in a single second. The heat was like standing in front of a furnace. I scrambled to my feet. Once my head cleared, I turned around, and saw that the truck was on fire.

 

            Blinding white flames wrapped around the vehicle like they were coming from a flamethrower. There were four shotgun-like pops as the tires exploded. The demon was consumed by the blaze. I couldn’t see the shape of the Shredder any more, but I could still smell rotting, burning demon flesh. I could hear it screaming.

 

            I followed the direction of the flames, and saw Dro standing with her hands outstretched in front of her. Her pale, angelic face was pinched in concentration. Two streams of hellfire blazed out from her palms.

 

            I stared, trying to understand what I was seeing. Dro had never been able to use hellfire like this. It only happened when she was dreaming. She would scream in her sleep and burst into flames that wouldn’t hurt her, but would destroy anything around her. She had never been able to control it before.

 

            But now she was.

 

 

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The final chapter in the praised CURSED trilogy, DAMNATION’S DOOR is a 310 page novel that sets its heroes against all odds, testing their trust in one another and pushing them each to their breaking points, forcing them to finally confront the darkness surrounding their lives above it, and either rise or fall before it…

 

Demons are free. Angels are fallen. Hope is dying…

Constance Ramirez and her adopted sister, Andromeda, have stopped Lucifer’s plan– They have closed the Heaven Gate and kept the demons out. But their choice came with brutal consequences, and now every angel on earth is trapped in their mortal body.

All that remains is closing the Hell Gate and establishing a balance once and for all. That means returning to the city of Constance’s nightmares, which has become a haven for murderers and monsters. But even more dangerous than their hunt is that Andromeda’s powers and instincts are turning darker, and this time Constance doesn’t know how to protect her.

Constance is ready to fight for her life, but her enemies have plans she can’t begin to imagine, and they’re prepared to make her suffer…

Trust is lost and hearts are broken in the epic conclusion in Amy Braun’s Cursed trilogy…

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The third and final novel in the urban fantasy/horror CURSED trilogy, DAMNATION’S DOOR takes place mere weeks after the climax of DARK DIVINITY. Forced to retreat to the city that haunts their past, Constance Ramirez, her sister Dro, and their companions– ex-angel Sephiel, psychic Max, and demon slayer Warrick– search for the keys that will close the door to Hell and lock Lucifer and his demons away forever. But the city that Constance and Dro return to isn’t the one they survived in. This new city is darker and bloodier, filled with random acts of terror and violence. Constance. But that isn’t all that she and her friends need to worry about. Constance soon becomes the main target of her old enemies, sadistic bounty hunter Drake and her former lover Mateo. But what they have planned for her is worse than death, a way to finally break Constance and force Dro to relinquish herself to Lucifer, a path that the half-angel, half-demon girl is already started on. Constance can see the changes in her sister, and this time she isn’t sure that she’ll be strong enough to save her.

 

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Not too long ago, I had a conversation with a friend of mine about how stories should end– Happily Ever After’s should only work if you put your characters through Hell, especially in the final book of a series. That’s when the stakes are at their highest, the tensions at their thickest, and the characters at their strongest. I knew right from the get-go that DAMNATION’S DOOR had to be grueling. I had to take the knowledge from DEMON’S DAUGHTER and the consequences from DARK DIVINITY into motion while adding new obstacles for Constance and her friends. I wanted everyone to be pushed to the limit, to be faced with situations where they truly didn’t know the outcome. To consider that not everyone might make it out alive.

 

I wanted to continue with the flashbacks with Constance and Dro, choosing a different route with them to show a time when the pressure became too much for Dro to handle. With that similar line of thought, I wanted Constance’s trials to be on a deeper, more emotional level. She’s already endured plenty of physical trials, but what would it have been like for her to watch her little sister, the girl she’s cared for and loved since she was four years old, turn into someone she didn’t know? Someone who was finally breaking under the pressure and stress of unimaginable powers that threatened all she loved? And what would Dro do that would force her to think such things?

 

Enter, the setting. I read some chilling history on Ciudad Juárez and while things have changed since I wrote this story, I wanted to use the reputation of the former Murder Capital of the world to really make things difficult for Constance and her friends. Using a setting notorious for being dangerous and deadly would make challenges even more formidable, particularly since Constance is forced to return to the city that twisted her morals and nearly made her lose herself.

 

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Unlike the previous novels, I didn’t need to re-write this story. By the time DEMON’S DAUGHTER and DARK DIVINITY were completed, I knew what route the story needed to take. That doesn’t mean I didn’t search for help, however. One of my best friends brainstormed with me and presented an idea for a truly wicked search. I loved his idea, and I think it adds to the utter bleakness of the story with a twist at the end that I don’t think anyone will see coming.

There were surprisingly few edits that needed to be done between my editor and myself. I think that’s the sign of a strong story, which is especially important that this is the big one, the story that has to end with a bang, the way all epic stories do. While I’m confident with the end result of DAMNATION’S DOOR, I’ve definitely got some nervous butterflies floating around my stomach.

 

I definitely dove headfirst into the promotional aspect of this novel. Since it was released a mere month after my standalone novel STORM BORN, I worked hard to send it to other reviewers and blogs to get more exposure. I received a gorgeous cover courtesy of the incredible design team at Deranged Doctor Designs that perfectly encapsulates DAMNATION’S DOOR, and was given the chance to participate in all sorts of spotlights, cover reveals, interviews, and other promotions. It was a great experience, since I find self-promotion to be the hardest part of independent writing, next to my personal Hell– proper formatting.

 

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It took close to three years for the CURSED series to finally reach its end, and while I’m a little sad to be retiring certain characters, I’m also really proud of myself. It was no easy task to create three chapters of one long story and release them as a new author is no small task, and nothing if not intimidating. But to know that I achieved my goal, gave the characters the send-offs they deserved, and to make this the first major book series to cross off my list.

And it’s one that I would do all over again.

 

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Chapter 1

            It was supposed to be simple.

 

            I actually thought we would be able to step outside our shelter, get the supplies, and be back before anyone realized we’d been there.

 

            This is what happens when my sister’s optimism rubs off on me.

 

            But it wasn’t Dro’s fault that we walked into a damn trap. Hell just hated us.

 

            That was fine. I hated Hell right back.

 

            The cheap metal door was still clanging against the plaster wall of the store I’d just busted into. Max had looked into it when I asked, and told me there would be demons, but he couldn’t tell what kind because his precog was still blurred. I was expecting a couple Reds or ghouls, maybe a Shredder.

 

            I was not expecting Possessors.

 

            The possessed humans weren’t surprised to see us. Even in their human forms, the Possessors should have been able to sense my sister, because she was the most powerful half-demon known to exist. Since she was still on Hell’s Most Wanted List, we had a serious problem on our hands.

 

            The Possessors looked like regular humans, except their irises were solid black. I held back my shiver, knowing just how much pain their souls must be in. Being possessed was one of the worst things a human could experience. I had barely survived it.

 

These Possessors had taken over a group of tall, bulky men in black clothes. Their hair ranged from shoulder-length to bald, and their arms were covered in tattoos. Each had the tattoo of a rose thorn that appeared to be weaving in and out of their skin, blood dripping from the points. I had the same one inked behind my ear.

 

            This just keeps getting better and better.

 

            Finally, we snapped out of our shock. I went for the hatchet on my hip and grabbed a knife from my inside jacket. Beside me, Warrick took out a handgun. Next to him, Sephiel drew two short swords. Max wisely stepped back, knowing he couldn’t fight half as well as the rest of us. Dro’s shoulders were tense and ready, but I moved in front of her not just to protect her, but to keep her from doing anything that would get all of us killed.

 

            I started reconsidering this when all of the Possessors drew enormous handguns.

 

            But they didn’t shoot. Why weren’t they shooting?

 

            Because someone else was in the room with us. Someone bigger than the Possessors, who stalked out from the shadows into the dim light. My hand tightened on the grip of my weapons, and I expected Warrick to pull the trigger.

 

            Drake Talbot smiled when he saw our anger. He was a huge bear of a man, about six foot three and probably two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. He had on his black duster and dark pants, his hands on his hips to display the guns and the thick, blunt hilts of his knives easily visible next to his clothes. The top of his head and his chin were covered in dark stubble. Two abysmal black eyes stared at me, filled with sadism and malice.

 

            “Well, look who showed their faces after all,” Drake sneered, standing confidently behind his bodyguards. “We didn’t think you’d make it to Party Town.”

 

            Party Town. I supposed Drake would see it that way. I didn’t think a city full of murderers, rapists, and generally wicked people was a place to party, but Drake was the definition of a masochist. He would see a city of death as home, sweet home.

 

            Warrick didn’t have a kill shot, and that was the only reason I could imagine for Drake to still be standing. All it would take was one missed shot to set off a chain reaction of bullets and blood.

 

            I wanted to see Drake bleeding under my boot just as much as he did, but I wasn’t throwing my knife, either. Something wasn’t right.

 

            “What are you doing here, Drake?” I growled.

 

            He laughed. It was an awful, rasping noise. His black eyes met mine, the same way they had when he stabbed me twice and left me to die. I blocked out the memory, keeping away the phantom pain of a knife sliding into my stomach and ribs.

 

            “Had to pick something up for the boss,” he said mockingly. “You can imagine how fussy he is.”

 

            My blood went cold, and I barely heard Dro’s sharp intake of breath. I could picture Sephiel’s face tightening with anger. Drake looked at all of us, relishing the hatred, pain, and fear we radiated. I controlled it as best as I could, knowing answers were more important than revenge right now.

 

            “What the fuck did you do?” I asked again.

 

            His grin widened, and this time he only looked at me. “It isn’t what I did. It’s what I’m going to do.” He dipped his chin, fixing me with his black gaze. “He’s got plans for you, chica. Serious plans. So much detail has gone into them that even your ex isn’t allowed to intervene. Matt’s pretty pissed about that too.”

 

            Not as pissed as he would be if he heard you calling him ‘Matt.’

 

            “See, I found something really, really special.” Drake continued. “It’s the last thing we need. But don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll get introduced to it very, very soon.”

 

My stomach turned. I expected him to say something about wanting Dro. My sister was the real supernatural force in our group. I was human, born and raised. I’d never been anything but. I didn’t want to be.

 

Whatever was being planned for me by Drake, my former lover, and the creature I feared above anything else could only involve pain. A substantial amount of it.

 

            I’d been on the receiving end of their tortures before. I had no intention of going through them again.

            Though if they wanted me for something, they wouldn’t risk shooting me. They would take me alive.

            No, they’re not. They’re going to try. And they’re going to fail.

 

I took a risk myself, and threw my silver knife at Drake.

 

            I didn’t miss–I hardly ever miss–but I didn’t hit my mark.

 

            The thin silver blade slammed into the neck of the Possessor standing beside Drake. The huge bounty hunter had stepped to the side so the blade wouldn’t get anywhere near him. He stepped so far I was a little embarrassed at how off my aim had been. Deep down, I knew better. Drake was fast for someone his size, but it looked like he’d gotten quite a bit from his deal with the Devil.

 

            The man lurched, blood gushing from the wound in his neck. He opened his mouth as though to scream, but a spiral of thick black smoke shot out of his mouth. The Possessor’s true form screeched and twisted away in the back room. Then room exploded into action.

 

At first I thought the Possessors were going to shoot us. At their cores, they were still gangsters. Yet as soon as I surged forward, I saw them hesitate.

 

            They were here to stall us, not kill us. At least not me, and probably not Dro.

 

            Everyone else though… they were fair game.

 

            Two shots cracked in rapid succession. None of the bullets hit me, though two of the possessed Blood Thorns dropped from the bullets that crashed into their skulls, scaring the Possessors out of their vessel’s dying mouths. Warrick had exceptional aim, and shooting demons with blessed silver bullets was good way to keep them from returning to rip us apart.

 

            I went for Drake, who was backing away to escape through the storeroom exit. Fucking coward.

            Two Possessors blocked my path. They tucked their guns away and threw out their fists. I skidded to a stop and stepped back, one of their clenched hands brushing along my temple.

 

            Admittedly, I didn’t think this whole plan through. Seeing the man who murdered my mentor, kidnapped my sister, tortured and tried to kill me sparked my already short temper. So it wasn’t long before they got their shots in.

 

            The man on my left jabbed his fist into my ribs. I winced, giving the man on the right the chance to loop his arm around my throat. I was pinned to his back, my neck straining painfully as he wrenched it up. I used one hand to claw at the meaty arm on my throat, leaving my front completely exposed to the second man. He grinned, thinking he was going to get some revenge on me for the sake of his employers.

 

            Stupid bastard forgot I was still armed.

 

            He pulled back his fist to hit me, and even as his fist was flying for my face, I was moving. I kicked him in the knee with one foot, making him stumble. His fist brushed over my shoulder and into the chest of the man choking me. I kicked his stomach with my other foot, making him double over. Then I sliced the blade of my hatchet into his exposed neck.

 

            Blood squirted out of his severed carotid artery, painting the dirty floor before he collapsed onto it.

            The man behind me growled and slammed his fist into my kidneys. I winced at the crushing pain. He was so much stronger now that he was possessed. His grip tightened on my neck, causing black spots to dance in front of my eyes. The Possessor’s free hand shot out to catch my wrist and keep the hatchet away from him. He squeezed until I thought he was going to break my hand.

 

            Then he stiffened and released his hold. A warm liquid peppered my neck, filling the air with the coppery smell of blood. I pitched forward, touching my throat and coughing to get back the oxygen I’d missed. Assured that my neck wasn’t broken, I turned around to see what had saved me.

 

            My little sister stood over the Possessor, the knife in her hand dripping fresh blood onto the floor. The man crab walked away, blood oozing from his fingers as he tried to put pressure on the wound in his throat. He looked terrified of my sister.

 

            At first glance, Dro wasn’t the kind of girl anyone would be afraid of. She was sixteen, and utterly beautiful with the face of a saint. Her skin was flawless and paper pale. Long white hair rested in a braid along her back, ending at the base of her spine. But over the last few weeks, there was a darkness lurking behind her ice blue eyes. A danger that needed to be avoided at all costs.

 

            A malevolence that reminded me of her father.

 

            “What did Drake steal?” she demanded in a cold voice that didn’t belong to her.

 

            “We– we never knew,” the Possessor pleaded. Usually these were the kinds of demons that toyed with their prey. The demon that possessed me had felt Dro’s power, which meant this one must have been sensing it too. I started to understand why he was so afraid.

 

“We were just told to wait here. They knew you’d be looking for him, and we were supposed to keep you from killing him.”

 

            I glanced at the back door. It was open, and Max was beside it, keeping Warrick from going through. He was likely trying to explain that the revenge-crazed demon slayer wasn’t going to be able to find his nemesis tonight. Warrick was standing profile to me, though I could only imagine the anger burning in his neon green eyes.

 

            “You’re lying.”

 

            Dro’s hollow tone made me look at her again. My eyes flicked down when I saw the light coming from her left hand. Blazing white flames were curling around her wrist, clawing their way up her arm. The Possessor’s eyes widened as he stared at the hellfire she was controlling. He’d probably seen what it could do, and I didn’t blame him for being scared.

 

            “I’m not!” the Possessor cried, snapping me out of my thoughts. His voice was becoming hoarse from the blood loss. “I’m not, I swear!”

 

            I’d been in this situation before. You accused someone of lying, they said they weren’t, and then you started beating the truth out of them. Eventually, you got the answer you wanted. I could tell when someone was putting on a façade, and when they were being honest.

 

            This demon didn’t know shit.

 

            “Dro,” I croaked. I muted my cough. She still didn’t hear me. The fires continued to rise up her arms.

 

            “Dro, that’s enough,” I warned her.

 

            She didn’t listen to me, clenching her fist and increasing the light from the flames until I could no longer see the outline of her hand.

 

            “Andromeda,” I half shouted.

 

            My adopted sister turned her head slightly at the sound of my voice. Her eyes locked on mine, and I was amazed at all the anger she was holding back. It softened when she saw me, but not nearly as much as I wanted it to.

 

            “He doesn’t know anything,” I told her. “We’re done here.”

 

            Dro twisted her head back to the dying Possessor, white hair swishing against her back. The hellfire dulled and evaporated from her fist. She looked at the bloody knife in her hand, then went still.

            This was the first time Dro had ever killed a human on purpose with her bare hands.

 

            I walked to my sister. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. She jumped under my touch, glancing back at me. I saw the terrified, ashamed little girl who would never forgive herself for this. I wasn’t happy with that, but it was better than seeing the look of a cold-blooded murderer.

 

            These days, I took what I could get with Dro.

 

            “Go outside with the guys. Make sure Drake’s not waiting to trap us, and that Warrick doesn’t chase after him.”

 

            Dro’s light eyes held my dark ones. “I don’t need to go outside. I can do that from in here.”

 

            I clutched her shoulder just a little harder. “No. You don’t need your powers for this.”

 

            “But–”

 

            “No.”

 

            One look at her narrowed eyes and harsh frown told me that we were going to fight about this later. Probably the moment I saw her again outside.

 

            Regardless, Dro put her knife on her belt, glanced at the dying Possessor one last time, and stormed to the front door. Her guardian and ex-angel Sephiel gave me a small nod. He would protect her from anything while I wasn’t there. As he followed my aggravated sister, I watched Max hesitantly show Warrick the front door. He was smart not to touch him. Warrick looked ready to punch the lights out of the first person that crossed him.

 

Once they were gone, I picked up my silver throwing knife and sheathed it in my jacket. The other Possessors had vacated their human vessels, leaving behind their dead bodies. Usually Possessors put up more of fight than this. I couldn’t help but remember that they were fodder for something much more sinister. I stood by the dying Possessor, who was now flat on his back and choking on his own blood. Possessors hated to leave their vessels, but I wasn’t going to exorcise him. I didn’t have the time, and even if I did, he was a dead man. The wound in his throat was too grievous. The Possessor was the only thing keeping him “alive.”

 

I knelt beside his head, dangling the hatchet in front of my knee. When my eyes locked onto his, they weren’t filled with the pain I’d expected them to be. If anything, he seemed proud. Whatever his goal had been, he appeared to have accomplished it.

 

            “Tell me something useful, and I’ll end it,” I told him.

 

            The Possessor made a noise between a rasp and a gurgle. It took me a moment to realize he was laughing.

 

            “Not… long… now,” he choked out. “She’ll be… his… soon…”

 

            He grinned, blood staining his teeth. I decided against the mercy killing. I slowly pushed myself up, ignoring the aches and pains in my body. I walked around the shop, looking through the cabinets and drawers to salvage anything I could. I found some packets of dried and canned food, as well as some bottles of lukewarm water. I never once looked back at the dying Possessor, knowing it couldn’t take me over since I had an anti-possession sigil tattooed over my heart.

 

Yet I couldn’t shake the foreboding words the Possessor had given me. As I walked out of the store and back into the dark, bloody streets, I recalled what Drake said.

 

            See, I found something really, really special. It’s the last thing we need. But don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll get introduced to it very, very soon.

 

            There was only one reason Drake, Mateo, and Lucifer himself would target me.

 

            They wanted to capture my sister.

 

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Imagine a world where inexplicable circumstances and high emotion conspire to bring a man and woman together.  Love happens when they least expect it, or want it, but they might as well get on board, because the die’s been cast… their fate inevitable. Whether contemporary or fantasy, that’s what we call MAGIC!

 

Welcome to my world, a place where anything can happen…

 

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.

 

The Destiny Paramortals series is southern urban fantasy/romance and should be read in order as it is the continuing saga of the recurring characters. In each Paramortals book, questions are answered and new ones arise but it’s romance so you know my heroes and heroines will get their happy ending…eventually.

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Title: Storm Crazy

Genre: Southern Urban Fantasy/ Cozy Paranormal

 

First in the Storm Lake West, Destiny Paramortals series. Special Price $0.00.

 

Blurb:

My name is Tempest Pomeroy, and my human job is delivering the mail in Destiny, Louisiana. 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 the Gulf Coast.

 

First, River’s amphora went missing—that’s genie bottle to you mere-mortals. Then, one of my customers had a stroke while reading me the riot act over a piece of mail, but I saved the old grouch with a zap of my Zeus juice! It was the first time I’d actually called my power on purpose, and Destiny’s hunky new sheriff almost saw me use my magic—big no-no. He showed up again when the local florist filed a complaint against me for dropping a seventy-five-pound box on his foot. Yeah, I did it, but it was kind of an accident. He put his hand where it didn’t belong, and my fingers… sorta slipped. Then, I discovered a dead body in the clubhouse and rescued my brother’s amphora from a locker, bashing it in with a Greg Norman wedge. Guess who showed up? Again. You guessed it.

 

Now, my brother 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. Is it any wonder I’m calling this the worst M.A.L.E day of my life?

 

Oh, and the sheriff? He thought he’d settled in a normal small town to raise his teenage daughter—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.
He eyed the amphora I clutched to my chest but said nothing. Pulling out his cell, he spoke into it, “Call. Dad.” I could tell when Jordie came on the line. His shoulders relaxed and even in the dark his eyes shone with relief.
He spoke deliberately, “We’re going to have a talk when I get there about getting into vehicles with strangers.” The word strangers was more of a snarl than a word. Then, “I know. Still goes. I lov—.”
His lids lowered briefly as a frustrated sound escaped his throat and he squeezed the phone. He lowered the gun. I thought he was leaving. Just like that. Then he spun around toward the house his face in profile, planted his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky like he was waiting for some kind of divine intervention. The whole time I watched his aura change and vent, like colored steam pouring from a teakettle.
I saw the minute he’d made his decision, his shoulders relaxed, his aura turning a cool Caribbean blue. Now that I knew he was Jordie’s father, I wasn’t as intimidated as I’d been looking down the barrel of his gun.
“You’ve done a wonderful job with Jordie, Sheriff. She’s a great kid.”
He holstered the gun with more force than necessary. “And you’re an expert on parenting, I suppose.”
Low blow. I should have expected that I guess. So much for a truce.
“I know a bit. Now, if you’ve come to arrest me, do it. Otherwise, I’ve had a hell of a day. I want a long hot bath and a cold glass of sweet tea.”
“You think you can just walk away after what you did? I ought to haul you off to jail.”
Anger flared, “I gave a teenager a ride—your teenager, an act of kindness that may put the nail in my employment coffin in the morning.”
That serpentine glare returned. I seemed to bring out his inner dragon. “You…escaped custody,” he gritted.
“Hello…” I threw up my hand. “I don’t remember being arrested, just illegally detained.” I punctuated that with a poke to his chest.
Big mistake.

 

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Title: Hard Days Knight (Under-Cover Knights, book 1)

Genre: Contemporary and Military Romance

 

First in the Storm Lake East series. Special Price $0.00

 

Blurb:

Is he a real hero, or just a pretender?

 

The tall, dark and deadly looking mercenary Delilah Burke confronts at the robbery scene is sexy as sin, and apparently “saved the day”, but is anything about him real?

 

Ex-Navy officer Luc Larue knows how it looks when the sexy cop and her partner respond to a silent alarm at the grocery where he stopped for a six-pack after work. Luc’s job with KPI requires certain…attire, and equipment.

 

Once she finds out what he does for a living, and that he’s not a real hero, she probably won’t agree to see him again, much less hear his proposition.

 

Each day reveals more to Del of the enigma that is Luc Larue. The guy is golden, perhaps too good to be true. Then, trouble arrives from out of his past and Del is faced with a choice – does she believe the evidence against Luc, or trust her heart?

 

Excerpt:

Luc ran his hand through his hair. He’d be glad when this shoot was over. He clomped down the hallway in the heavy boots to his dressing room.

 

“Lu-uc,” Mercy whined, “we could practice during the break.” The damn woman had followed him to the wardrobe room. Luc didn’t want the photographer thinking he couldn’t do his job. It was going to come down to embarrassing the woman—if that was even possible. Who would believe him if he said he didn’t want the attentions of a woman with Mercy’s looks and sex appeal?

 

Mercy’s antics were getting to him more today. And it was Delilah Burke’s fault. Delilah. Her name suited her. He’d only gotten a hint of her beauty in that uniform, but…

 

“Damn it, Mercy.” He’d been trying to get into the wardrobe room, but when the hall emptied she’d twined her arms around his neck from behind and pushed herself against him, rubbing his back with her hard…fake…breasts. With his cheek pressed against the door, he ran through his options.

 

Luc knew enough women that some might consider him an expert. He appreciated and respected them too much to ever use force against one. But Mercy Love was unlike any of the other women in his life, and he was getting desperate. She had him in an awkward position, and she knew it. If she persisted, the only way he’d be able to get her off of him was to toss her against the opposite wall. Then she’d make a scene and accuse him of using his superior strength and size to assault her. He’d heard about her from a friend over at Victor Films. She was trouble. This would be his last shoot with her if he had anything to do with it. “If you don’t leave me be…”

 

“Oh, shut up, Luc. You’ve been making eyes at me, rubbin’ that hard body against mine. I know you want this.” Her hand moved down to cup his groin.

 

He reached down and grabbed her wrist. “Enough. I mean it.”

 

She ignored him, grinding her pelvis against his butt. “Oooh, the big man wants me to beg. I can have you begging for it in just ten minutes. Give me a chance, please, Luc” her voice whined and her other hand roamed.

 

The bitch was too much. “I’m. Not. Interested.” He spun her around and crossed his arms over her chest, his only option, but a big mistake.  Now his groin was taking the abuse, and much as he was becoming disgusted with himself, he was aware that only a dead man would be able to remain unaffected by her thrusts. He was stronger than her, though. He should be able to end this somehow.

 

“Uh, excuse me. Do you know where I might find Luc Larue?”

 

Luc stilled but Mercy was good on the fly. She jerked a hand free and then it was in his hair. “Luc, honey. I know you want me bad, but a ten-minute break just isn’t enough time to do a girl justice. Let me go freshen up and we’ll take this up after the shoot.”

 

Luc released her wrist and all five-nine of lusciousness slithered away. Like a snake in Regency clothing.

 

Delilah Burke stood in the hallway in her cop uniform staring at the woman flouncing away and humming. Then she turned narrowed eyes on him.

 

“Well. That was certainly…”

 

“Shocking?” Luc asked, resigned.

 

“Entertaining,” she said.

 

“Embarrassing,” he said.

 

She raised one eyebrow. “I’m not embarrassed.”

 

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Title: Blame it on the Moon

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Southern Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

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

 

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

 

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

 

My Review:

I love the Storm Lake West series and was so excited to read this installment. There’s a lot going on and Jack is in over his head. Paramortals are ill and/or dying, big bad supernatural being are coming out of the woodwork and Jack’s thinking it couldn’t get any worse. Wrong! His girlfriend’s estranged mother sweeps into town and the tension goes into overdrive when she “accidentally” makes things worse.

Jack needs all the help he can get so he calls on his fellow Navy pilot and current deputy, Ryan, along with an old friend. Suddenly, things are looking up for Jack and his crew of misfits. He’s got a one-man army in Conor (also a dragon) and just when things are looking good, all hell unleashes. Will Jack defend the defenseless Paramortals or will it be too much for him to handle?

As a gal who loves big bads and people who kick total ass, I loved this book! The creatures, plot twists, added tension and storylines helped to make this an incredible book but it was the battle scenes and poignant descriptions that sealed the deal. As I read, my heart pounded and it was like I was watching a movie. The action was intense and I was worried my favorite characters might die. I white-knuckled my Kindle the whole time. The ending was satisfactory and there was a gasping moment at the end I didn’t see coming.

I can’t wait to read the next installment in the Storm Lake West series and I’m totally addicted to these characters!!!

 

Favorite Character: My favorite character in this story has got to be Conor. I loved the softness of this Warrior/Dragon in the midst of pure chaos. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a warrior through and through but he has a compassionate side that made me love him. Plus, he’s got that deep Scottish accent that I can hear whenever I read a scene with him in it. * swoons *

 

Favorite Quote:

“Aye, mon,” the deep Scottish voice said over Ryan’s shoulder. “He is a talking dragon.”

 

Ryan whirled, the rifle leveled at Conor’s now powerful human chest, but he didn’t shoot. I watched as Ryan’s chin rose and his eyes narrowed assessing the warrior with the gleaming swords on his back, the massive muscular frame, the steady amber gaze. There were still some dragon parts that hadn’t yet humanized.

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

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Title: Storm Lake Box Set 1 (Destiny books 1-3): Destiny Paramortals (Southern Urban Fantasy)

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Southern Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Destiny… Is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?

 

On the west end 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. 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…

The boxset includes books 1-3 in the Destiny Paramortals: Storm Crazy, Cry Me a River, and Eve of Chaos

 

My Review:

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Blurb: My name is Tempest Pomeroy, and my human job is delivering the mail in Destiny, Louisiana. 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 the Gulf Coast.

First, River’s amphora went missing—that’s genie bottle to you mere-mortals. Then, one of my customers had a stroke while reading me the riot act over a piece of mail, but I saved the old grouch with a zap of my Zeus juice! It was the first time I’d actually called my power on purpose, and Destiny’s hunky new sheriff almost saw me use my magic—big no-no. He showed up again when the local florist filed a complaint against me for dropping a seventy-five-pound box on his foot. Yeah, I did it, but it was kind of an accident. He put his hand where it didn’t belong, and my fingers… sorta slipped. Then, I discovered a dead body in the clubhouse and rescued my brother’s amphora from a locker, bashing it in with a Greg Norman wedge. Guess who showed up? Again. You guessed it.

Now, my brother 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. Is it any wonder I’m calling this the worst M.A.L.E day of my life?

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

Tempest is one of the best paranormal romance heroines I’ve ever read. She’s funny, sarcastic, hard-working and has the power to wield storms with her fingertips. Trouble seems to follow her around like a dog with a bone and it was borderline hysterical watching her talk her way out of a murder. But more than that, she’s multi-layered. She loves her brother, will do anything to find him and she’s trying not to fall in love with the sheriff. She’s got enough trouble and the forecast says it’s going to rain men around Tempest.

This is a good book one to a series. I enjoyed the minor characters as much as I liked the major characters. There’s plenty of conflict and the paranormal aspect to the story was original.

There were two things I didn’t like: abrupt ending and a lot of characters to keep track of. As many of you know, I don’t like abrupt endings and if I didn’t have this box set with the next two books in it, my rating would’ve been lower. There are a lot of characters to keep track of but I understand why the author did it.

Caution: Read the books in order

Storm Crazy is filled with conflict, humor, Southern charm and romance. I loved the chemistry between Tempest and Jack (sheriff). If you’re a fan of Paranormal Romance, this is a must-read!

 

Favorite Character:

I loved Tempest! She’s the perfect strong fantasy heroine who harnesses the power of the weather. Her one-liners made me laugh hard. She has inner insecurities that only made me love her more. Her inner dialogue really makes the book enjoyable.

 

Favorite Quote:

“Think of something else—River, on his first day as a Djnni, Phoebe on my ninth birthday, Dutch… I stifled a whimper. I would not lose it in front of this man. He’d already seen me in too many compromising situations today. It would be one embarrassment too many.” ~Tempest

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

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

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

Book two picks up from the moment book one ends and I liked that. It’s a continuation of the same story. River is still missing and time is running out. Sheriff Jack just found out who Tempest (and many of her friends/family) is. Whoa, paramortals! Though to be fair, Jack doesn’t have much time to adjust to this news.

“You in or out?” asks Dylan (who changed into a big bear-like creature before Jack’s eyes).

Jack’s in and the more he finds out, the more he falls in love with Tempest. He wants to protect her and help her find River before it’s too late.

This is one roller coaster ride of a book! The author does a fantastic job weaving romance and action; I couldn’t read fast enough. I loved the characters and the plot was riveting. One bombshell after another hits Tempest and Jack but instead of driving them apart, it draws them closer together.

What will happen? There’s a new character that appears at the very end and I can’t tell you more other to say my mouth dropped at her showing up.

I read this book in one sitting and started reading book three right away. You must read the books in order.

Gripping action, complex characters and a plot that wouldn’t let me go, Cry Me a River is a must-read! Onto book three…

 

Favorite Character:

Jack. I loved how he didn’t abandon Tempest in her moment of crisis. I mean, I wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. What man would stick around after a woman threw bolts of lightning very near his crotch. giggles Jack is an honorable man and even though he’s in over his head, he’s falling in love with Tempest. She’s his storm witch and when the two of them get together, it blasts them both into outer space.

Favorite Quote:

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Call me crazy, but it seemed I could feel her body vibrating from three feet away. ~ Jack

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

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Eve of Chaos –

Blurb: “You vill meet a dahk dangerrous strangah…”

…Aurora had predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War videogame on “share” in a parallel universe, the Dark Knight had walked in. Conor de Sept Flambe´ with the distinctive leathery tattoos spanning his muscular shoulders and magnificent flashing swords. “Where did he get those swords?” Montana drooled. He’d offered to prepare her for the Chaos, twenty-four hours when many Paramortals would lose their power.

With crazies coming out of the woodwork, Paramortals losing their abilities, personalities going AWOL, Sheriff Lang needs to know who will be left standing with him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambe´ is what Jack thinks he is, Destiny might have a chance. If not, they’ll be in deep… trouble.

It’s the night before Chaos (24 hour period where many Paramortals lose their powers and are weakened humans and where the bad/evil paranormal creatures lay waste to Storm Lake and everyone in it) and our gang of Paramortals are starting to act oddly. They’re slowly losing their powers and evil is infiltrating Storm Lake.

Sheriff Jack is trying to get a handle on things, mostly trying to protect those he cares about: his daughter and Tempest. There’s a new player in town (psst, a dragon) and Jack needs to know if he is good or evil.

But in all actuality, this book is all about Montana. Half vampire, she’s got special abilities and she’s drooling over Conor de Sept Flambé. She’s a strong female warrior who protects the weak and Conor is all-warrior. Sparks fly and these two are perfectly matched for each other.

At the end of the day, Jack is frightened and he doesn’t know if anyone will survive the Para-moon. Tempest worries him most of all because she is shivering in the cool air (and she never gets cold) and he is helpless to stop it. All he can do is hold her close… and pray she makes it.

 

Favorite Character:

Montana. What a woman! She’s the ultimate female warrior and kicks ass! Think Buffy on steroids. She’s a close friend to Tempest and when she lays eyes on Conor at the Mardi Gras ball, she’s smitten. His swords appeal to her warrior side and his quiet strength melts her insides. She’s used to taking control but Conor wields all control. They’re a fantastic couple and I loved the two of them together. Foreplay = sparring in the dark. Loved it!

 

Favorite Quote:

His chin dropped, both eyes flashed then reduced to gold slits, as they’d done in his dragon form, but the heat receded when he got her true meaning. “This is not a carnival, and I am not your carousel horsey.” ~ Conor

 

My Rating:  5 stars

 

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

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#BookReview ~ Protector by @VivianLaneWrite #UrbanFantasy #books


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Title: Protector (Children of Ossiria #1)

Author: Vivian Lane

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Shifter

 

Book Blurb:

First in a new series!

 

Carys Taylor has her life perfectly under control. Equipped with a nice inheritance, she goes where she wants, when she wants, pursuing anything that interests her. So when her old professor asks her to come on a research trip for his thesis, she’s eager to tag along.

 

Until that ill-fated trip to the South American jungle changes her into a supernatural being. Now she’s sprouting claws and stronger and faster than any human being in existence. The reclusive tribe calls her their Protector – but from what? And why now? Why her?

 

Carys is pulled into a world she never knew existed. Is she up to the task?

 

My Review:

If I could summarize my feelings on this book down to four words, it would be:

I freaking LOVED this book!!!!

End of review. Kidding!

Please pardon me if I gush. I’m not sure if the author is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan but this brand new series is intelligent, witty, full of action, mythology and a fair share of supernatural beings (witch, vampire, watcher, vampire slayer, etc.). Not to mention the uber-powerful panther, otherwise known as Carys.

Carys is your typical twenty-something, that is until she goes on a trip to South America with an old professor to study tribal music. Little did she know what would happen next. After a trippy night where the ancient tribe performed a ritual, Carys wakes up to find out she’s the chosen Protector of the tribe and the embodiment of the tribe’s goddess. She’s in a state of shock, especially when she starts growing claws and snapping off bad guys’ (read vampire and other creatures of the night) heads without much effort.

Carys is in need of help and guidance so she confides in her friend, Sarah, who turns out to be a witch. Sarah, in turn, introduces Carys to a group of people with knowledge of the supernatural. Carys has got her very own Scooby Gang (Buffy reference) including an elusive yet mysterious vampire named William.

Everyone helps Carys train for when the tribe calls her back to protect them from an unknown evil. The more she trains, the more confident she is about her abilities. When the time comes, she’ll have to face the big bad alone. Can she defeat the evil forces bent on destruction or will she die trying?

I loved this book and read it in one sitting. I couldn’t stop reading it and the characters became a part of me. I loved Carys as a character because she was real, with insecurities like me, yet in the end kicked demon ass. I loved the characters of her Scooby Gang, especially Sarah and William. Each character had a backstory and their humanness only adds to their charm.

While the plot was a little predictable, the witty banter and intelligent dialogue made up for it. I was glued to my e-reader and I can’t wait for book two to come out in February 2016!

If you’re a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you must read this book! You’ll be addicted to this new Urban Fantasy series by Vivian Lane.

 

Favorite Character:

Carys. She’s a strong female who was chosen without her permission and must come to grips with some pretty deep stuff in a short amount of time. Sure, she has insecurities but her friends help her (especially William). At the end of the book, she realizes she kind of likes this new life and being a Protector definitely has perks. * grins *

 

Favorite Quote:

“I’m not a friend to vampires. They do very bad things. But I also believe the good guys should act better than the evil they fight against.” ~ Sarah

 

My Rating: 5+ stars

 

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Writer of supernatural badasses.

 

Vivian Lane is an American author.  Born a Gemini, her interests fall under a myriad of subjects including classical music, American and World History; fantasy books, TV shows, and movies; travel, marine biology, and fashion.

 

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#BookPromo ~ Protector (Children of Ossiria #1) by @VivianLaneWrite #amreading


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Title: Protector (Children of Ossiria #1)

Author: Vivian Lane

Genre: Urban Fantasy

 

Blurb:

First in a new series!
Carys Taylor has her life perfectly under control. Equipped with a nice inheritance, she goes where she wants, when she wants, pursuing anything that interests her. So when her old professor asks her to come on a research trip for his thesis, she’s eager to tag along.

Until that ill-fated trip to the South American jungle changes her into a supernatural being. Now she’s sprouting claws and stronger and faster than any human being in existence. The reclusive tribe calls her their Protector – but from what? And why now? Why her?

Carys is pulled into a world she never knew existed. Is she up to the task?

 

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Excerpt:

Chapter One

Fall 2002

Carys Taylor

 

Carys, next time someone asks you to go with them to the middle of nowhere, say no.

My old professor asked me to come along on a trip to study native music.  He was cataloging the songs of an obscure tribe.  I had nothing more important to do, so I said sure.  Got all the necessary shots and documents, and we made the long journey down.

Little did I know, it would be a life changing experience.

Our destination was a small village in the heart of the South American jungle.  How he ever heard of them, I didn’t know.  Took us three days by boat to get there.  Our team consisted of the professor, our guide/interpreter, the professor’s assistant who was using this trip as info for his thesis, and me.  As a music therapist, I used music to heal people’s souls, so I would be lending my expertise in the emotional resonance of the songs.

Approximately fifty people lived in the village, some of the nicest people I’d ever met, instantly welcoming and glad to share their musical history.  My job was recording the performances with the handheld camera.  They kept staring at me when they thought I wasn’t looking.  At first, I attributed it to them never seeing a fair-skinned woman before, but the stares continued through the week.

That should have been my first clue.

One night, they asked us to observe an ancient ritual in tribute to one of their gods.  We were delighted to, since we were told it was only done once every hundred years.  Witnessing a historical event?  The prof was positively giddy.

The ritual happened that evening around a bonfire.  They cast offerings in to the flames and said their prayers to the deity.  We sat quietly out of the way, eager to learn.  Once everyone was gathered around the fire, the elders began to chant.  The oldest threw something into the fire, and an odd smoke rose from the flames.

The smoke started searching through the air like it had sentience.  Looking for something.  Was anyone else seeing this?  The particles glowed blue and got brighter as the trail of smoke headed toward me.  I stood from the log I’d been sitting on and backed away.  It was definitely coming for me.  Was this a hallucination?  I tried to run, but the tribe closed in behind me.

“Let me go!”

The elders never stopped chanting.  The smoke entered my nose, I screamed, and the world went black.

The next morning, I woke up in a hut and not my tent.  The wise-man was there with our interpreter.  He apologized for tricking me, but they felt it was necessary.

“Necessary?”

He spoke of a prophecy.  A pale woman with blue eyes would come to them and be the Chosen vessel for the essence of the Cat.  She would be infused with this essence through the ritual, and become the patron Protector of their people.

“What did you do to me to make me pass out, and what the hell does this all mean?”

He told me to reach out my senses, and I would know.

“My senses?”

“Breathe. Listen. Learn.”

I took a deep breath, and to my utter shock, every scent was intense.  Sounds came to my ears I never noticed before—bugs, air currents, voices—and for the first time since I awoke a few minutes ago, realized I didn’t need my glasses.

I scrambled back on the bed.  “I want no part in this! I have a full life back home!”

He chuckled and told me not to worry, that I was only required to come if the village was in danger.  He said I would know what to do.

“What do you mean by being ‘infused with the essence of the Cat’?”

He said my heightened senses weren’t the only power I was given, and that I would be able to shift form at night.  The instinct would guide me.

Whatever that meant!  “I still don’t believe in all this.”  It was stuff out of a movie, not real life!  “You drugged me. You’re not keeping me here.”

He said I was free to go.

We were scheduled to leave that day, and said our goodbyes to the tribe.  They all tried to give me gifts, but I just couldn’t take all that.  After a lot of pushing, I accepted a woven bracelet and a necklace with a carved panther claw attached.  The wise-man was the last to come to me.  He told me to be careful, practice my new “gifts”, and that I would know if they ever needed me.  He hoped I didn’t harbor him any ill will.

“’Ill will’? I’d report you to the authorities, but considering how remote this village is, I doubt it’ll do any good.”

I got in the boat, and a week later, I was home.

The interpreter, being a tribal member himself, never told my friends what had been done to me and I certainly didn’t want to talk about it.  They assumed we all hallucinated from something thrown into the bonfire, and everyone had a hangover.

Having a stronger sense of smell was not a good thing in Southern California.  Smog stung my nose.  Neither was sensitive hearing, once my neighbor started construction on a deck in their backyard.  I walked around with earplugs in for about a week until I started to get used to it.  I was grateful for the sharp vision, though.  I’d worn some kind of correction since I was eight, but I could read a street sign from almost a mile away now.

I wasn’t ready to accept something supernatural had happened, but they’d definitely changed my body.  My asthma was gone and I no longer needed any medications.  So, okay, I couldn’t take a deep breath without wanting to vomit and my ears had been ringing since the moment my plane was in the sky, but the visual acuity was cool.  If you’ve always woken up with clear vision, you have no idea what it’s like to be able to see in the morning for the first time in nearly twenty years.

It was weird and difficult, but I slowly started to adapt.

A month later, it was my first day out doing something normal—shopping at the mall.  Up to now, I’d avoided crowds, doing my grocery shopping when the stores were almost deserted.  Walking to my car in the parking garage, my hands were full of bags, and a man walked behind me.  At first, I didn’t think of hearing someone behind me, until his footsteps sped up to get close to me.  He demanded my purse.  I was willing to cooperate since I didn’t want to provoke him.  Better my stuff than my life, right?  That’s what the police tell you to do.  So, I set down the bags, and the guy lunged for my purse.

I can’t tell you how I did what happened next.

Next thing I knew, I had the guy in a choke hold with claws pressed to his neck.  Claws!  The guy started freaking out, then, begging me not to hurt him.  I tightened the hold until he blacked out, then called 911 on my cell phone.  The police arrived, took my statement and the mugger, and I went home.

Shaking.

My fingernails turned into claws.  That was NOT normal.  Both hands?  I stared at my left.  Yep, both hands.  Oh God.

And then the fight moves.  What was that?  This wasn’t The Matrix.  I hadn’t been plugged into a machine for a kung fu download.  Had I?  What really happened in that village?

 

****

 

Two months later, I was teaching a class for two semesters at a university, so I rented an apartment and packed what I would need.  It had been arranged long before my trip to the jungle.  It was a long commute from home, so I preferred to stay there, even if it was only three days a week.

The change of scenery would be good for me.  My friends and family didn’t know.  I blamed allergies for staying at home.  Didn’t want questions to come up when I hardly had any answers, so moving to a town where no one knew me seemed like a plus.  And I hated lying to those closest to me.

Due to an inheritance—Grandpa invested in Microsoft when it was a baby company, so I didn’t have to work, but I enjoyed teaching a few voice students.  Helping special cases.  I had my Masters, and still took classes that interested me.  It was a good life.

Well, had been.

After a week of class, it promised a challenge for the year.  Distraction.  Just the thing I needed to focus on.  I read references on South American tribal beliefs in my spare time, but discovered nothing that would help me.

Alone in the apartment, I tested my new abilities.

Claw extension was controlled by simple thought.  A little concentration and I could tune out strong odors and loud noises.  But I knew that wasn’t all to my new powers…the old guy mentioned shape-shifting.  I was afraid to find out what he meant, and avoided thinking about it after dark in case I turned into some kind of monster.

It would be my luck.

 

Author Biography:

 

Writer of supernatural badasses.

 

Vivian Lane is an American author.  Born a Gemini, her interests fall under a myriad of subjects including classical music, American and World History; fantasy books, TV shows, and movies; travel, marine biology, and fashion.

 

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#NewRelease ~ Dark Divinity by @AmyBraunAuthor #UrbanFantasy #BookPromo


Dark Divinity

 

Title: Dark Divinity (Cursed novel 2)

Author: Amy Braun

Genre: Urban fantasy/paranormal/horror

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Synopsis/Blurb:

 

Hell has risen. Heaven is descending. Sacrifices are made…

It’s been two months since Constance Ramirez’s adopted sister Andromeda was used as the Key to opening the Gates of Heaven and Hell. They escaped with their lives, but made countless enemies as a result.

Now that demons are beginning to weave into ordinary lives, their only hope is to find a way to close the Gates of Heaven and Hell before the angels and demons begin a war. Something that becomes only harder as one of Constance’s deadliest enemies resurfaces.

But as they struggle to stay alive and find the Gates, they learn that a huge sacrifice will be required if they succeed, and this time, Constance isn’t sure the cost will outweigh the reward…

 

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Excerpt:

 

“Something’s wrong,” I said. Story of my life.

          Warrick used the sleeve of his brown leather jacket to rub away the dust from the warehouse window. “You’re right. It shouldn’t be taking him this long.” He looked over at me, bright green eyes illuminated from the moonlight shining outside.

“Do you think something happened to him?” he asked.

I stared through the murky glass and put my hands on my hips. My thumb ran up and down the hilt of the hatchet attached to my waist.

“Maybe,” I answered truthfully. “Seph knows the risks better than us. He also knows we can’t find him if he’s in trouble.”

Warrick hesitated, then said, “Dro could.”

I shot him a dark glance. Yes, my adopted sister could find our resident Seraphim warrior by using supernatural skills that continued to confuse, amaze, and terrify me. But I wasn’t going to ask her to do that. Not even for Sephiel. It was too dangerous, especially now.

“We can’t keep waiting for him,” I said, turning away from the window.

I walked deeper into the crumbling warehouse, my scuffed combat boots splashing in thin puddles of God knew what. Steel support beams were scattered through the metal building. The large windows on the rusted walls were cracked and grimy. There was a dirty, multi-paned skylight over our heads and decaying concrete under our feet. It wasn’t the best place to hide, but we assumed it would be temporary since Sephiel said he was coming back soon.

So much for that plan.

I made my way to the four door truck Sephiel stole for us before he left. I looked in the truck bed, where my little sister was asleep with her boyfriend.

Max and Dro were snuggled close together underneath a sleeping bag. Max looked younger than most eighteen year olds with a mop of curly black hair and a sweet, boyish face. A stubbly, black goatee was growing around his mouth. It was the only thing that kept him from looking like he belonged in a teen-pop band.

The contrast of Dro lying next to Max was jarring. His skin was a dull gold like my own, but Dro was as pale as a person could be without being called a ghost. Her skin was milk-white and smooth, stretched over a shapely body and an angelic face. Snow-white hair spilled around the top of her head, her ice-blue eyes closed in sleep.

I looked at Max’s arm as it was draped over my sister’s ribs, keeping her close to him. Even though his arm, the sleeping bag, and her clothes were blocking it, I knew exactly where her scar was. The raw, gaping wound that had poured blood when her rib was torn from her body, making my little sister scream with more pain than any living person should have.

My heart felt heavy even as I shook off the memory. It had been two months since that night. Two months since the Gates of Heaven and Hell were opened. Two months since Lucifer had risen and found his child.

My brain taunted me with the phrase “time flies,” and I told that bitch to go fuck herself.

Dro shifted, moaning softly. I tensed, waiting to see what she would do. She always got nervous about sleeping beside Max. It was impossible to predict when Dro would have a nightmare. They were horrendous for her, and deadly for us. The only consolation we had was that Max was gifted too. He was a psychic whose foresight increased by touch. If he sensed a nightmare coming, he would warn us. After that… Well, our survival would depend on how fast we could run.

I watched her pinch her pale eyebrows together, as if she was in pain. I didn’t know what my sister was dreaming, wasn’t sure if I would ever know. She didn’t like to talk about the things she saw in her sleep, not even to me. It couldn’t be anything good, and there was no way for me to take her nightmares away.

“Constance?” Warrick’s gentle, deep voice came from behind me.

I turned sharply, facing the tall, incredibly handsome demon slayer. His thick brown hair was a tired, wavy mess on his head. His goatee was now becoming a beard. Sincere green eyes fixed on my dark brown ones. Just looking at him made my heart rate speed up. He seemed to know I was off my game, something that didn’t happen often. The readiness to help me burned in his eyes. He was waiting for me to tell him what to do.

The gesture was kind, but pointless. There was nothing Warrick could do to help me with Dro. I was beginning to think there was nothing any of us could do.

 

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Amy Braun

 

Author Biography:

Amy is a Canadian urban fantasy and horror author. Her work revolves around monsters, magic, mythology, and mayhem. She started writing in her early teens, and never stopped. She loves building unique worlds filled with fun characters and intense action. She has been featured on various author blogs and publishing websites, is an active member of the Writing GIAM community, participates in NaNoWriMo, and is the recipient of April Moon Books Editor Award for “author voice, world-building and general bad-assery.” When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, watching movies, taking photos, gaming, and struggling with chocoholism and ice cream addiction.

Amy’s current work includes the full length novels Demon’s Daughter, Dark Divinity, and Path of the Horseman, and the novella Needfire. She has short stories in various horror and urban fantasy anthologies such as Call From The Grave, Hotel Hell, Survivalism in The Dead Walk: Volume 2, Dismantle in The Steam Chronicles, Lost Sky in Avast, Ye Airships!, Secret Suicide in That Hoodoo, Voodoo, That You Do, Bring Back The Hound in Stomping Grounds, Charlatan Charade in Lost in the Witching Hour, and her award winning short Dark Intentions And Blood in AMOK! Amy can be found online through her frequently updated blog, Literary Braun (literarybraun.blogspot.ca), as well as on Twitter (@amybraunauthor) and Facebook (http://facebook.com/amybraunauthor ).

 

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Mia Darien is giving away free stuff! #books #giveaway @MiaDarien


Mia Darien is giving away free stuff!
 
The Prizes
 
One (1) Adelheid Prize Pack
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One (1) International/Digital Prize Pack
Restrictions
All of the physical prize packs are restricted to US/Canada mailing addresses, but there is an international prize pack with a bunch of ebooks and a gift card to Amazon. Every physical prize pack will have a physical copy of the book, signed bookmark, and a collection of book-related items.
The Giveaway
About Mia
Born a Connecticut Yankee in nobody’s court, Mia Darien grew up to brave snow and talk fast. She started reading when she was three and never looked back, soon frequently falling asleep with a book under her cheek. (Something she still does, though these days it’s her Nook as often as a paperback.)
At eleven, she discovered Night Mare by Piers Anthony and entered the world of grown-up fantasy fiction and it was all over from there. She started writing at fourteen, then met vampires as a teenager and the concept for what would become Adelheid was soon born. Epic fantasy remains her first love, but she enjoys writing whatever stories come to mind in any genre.
Now she loves both writing and helping her indie community with her freelancing. A geek till the end, she enjoys role-play by email games and World of Warcraft when she has the time. Married to her very own Named Man of the North, she lives with him, their mini-tank (also known as their son) and pets, who usually act more childish than the child.
She is the author of the urban fantasy series Adelheid, and several anthologies for charity. You can find her at her website, or the following social media.
  

Digging Up the Past by @SandiBrackeen #UrbanFantasy #Giveaway #bookpromo


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Title: Digging Up the Past

Author: Sandi Brackeen

Genre: Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

The Spade of Apocatequil can raise the dead and grant immortality—and it’s been stolen!

When supernatural agents Riley Perez and Jason, her partner at the clandestine government agency DUE, are given the task of tracking down the magical artifact, they discover that the culprit may be one of the workers at an archaeological dig at Shady Shores. Is it John Braden, the head archaeologist on-site, who was involved in the original discovery of the spade? Or is it Danny Roget, the anthropologist, who claims that there have been strange sightings? Riley and Jason’s hunt for the spade is endangered by a rash of sudden, unexplainable deaths of people involved in the dig. Together with Cameron Delaney, the intriguing alpha werewolf who runs Cerberus Security, the company in charge of protecting the archaeologists at the dig, Riley and Jason must find the spade before it can be used to destroy the world!

 

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The next morning, I knew right off that it wasn’t going to be a good day, even though the first four minutes weren’t bad. Jason was gone by the time I stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen, but he’d made coffee before he left. That was the good news, pretty much for the whole day.

I poured myself a cup, wandered into the living room, and flipped on the news. It stopped me cold before my first sip. While it was logical for there to be a story about the murder at the Bradens’, I so very much did not expect to see my face plastered all over the screen as the only witness. Wonderful. That should stir things up. Someone, or more likely, some thing, would undoubtedly be coming for me now. Too bad I didn’t have a clue which.

I took a big slug of coffee, and burned my mouth. Yet again the department had hung me out to die. If our immediate boss, and friend, Giles didn’t let us in on things as he heard them, I don’t think the department would ever give us half the information that we almost always ended up needing.

Before Giles moved inside from the field and began heading our team, we lost a lot of good agents. Supernaturals like Jason and me can generally take more damage than a normal human. That doesn’t mean we can’t be killed. It also doesn’t mean there aren’t things out there that can do serious damage to us. Most DUE agents are supernaturals of one sort or another. As a result, DUE, and the HSS, seem to think we’re indestructible—that, or they just consider us expendable. There’s a pool at the office as to which.

Oh, why do I hate the name of the department? To me it sounds like the oddities column in a supermarket tabloid. TV at least came up with the X-Files. What do I get? The Department of Unusual Events. Oh happy day.

After trying to drown my annoyance in the shower, I fastened on the inner pants holster for my Ruger SR9 and tucked the gun in my jeans. I pulled on a short-sleeved blue cotton shirt and left it unbuttoned over my pink tank top to cover the gun. It wouldn’t be a terribly comfortable outfit, but it would serve its purpose. During May in Texas, there are two types of weather, hot and wet. Today would be both.

 

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Sandi Brackeen

Author Biography:

Sandi lives in Texas with three roommates, two Yellow Labs, a Shepherd/Border Collie mix, two terrier mixes and assorted other critters.  The animals were primarily rescues.  Sandi’s full time job is as the Public Information Officer for the local Sheriff’s Office, and she teaches English part time at the local Community College.

She says she has a couple of degrees from the University of North Texas lying around somewhere, and she’s been writing ever since she can remember.  Sandi took time off for work and school, and previously her writing has been more geared toward short stories and academic papers.

Sandi publishes a newsletter and several articles a month in her current position, but she has now added writing fiction and currently has several more books in the works.

 

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Protector (Children of Ossiria #1) by @VivianLaneWrite #books #bookpromo #coverreveal


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Title: Protector (Children of Ossiria #1)

Author: Vivian Lane

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Blurb:

First in a new series!
Carys Taylor has her life perfectly under control. Equipped with a nice inheritance, she goes where she wants, when she wants, pursuing anything that interests her. So when her old professor asks her to come on a research trip for his thesis, she’s eager to tag along.

Until that ill-fated trip to the South American jungle changes her into a supernatural being. Now she’s sprouting claws and stronger and faster than any human being in existence. The reclusive tribe calls her their Protector – but from what? And why now? Why her?

Carys is pulled into a world she never knew existed. Is she up to the task?

 

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Chapter One

Fall 2002

Carys Taylor

 

Carys, next time someone asks you to go with them to the middle of nowhere, say no.

My old professor asked me to come along on a trip to study native music.  He was cataloging the songs of an obscure tribe.  I had nothing more important to do, so I said sure.  Got all the necessary shots and documents, and we made the long journey down.

Little did I know, it would be a life changing experience.

Our destination was a small village in the heart of the South American jungle.  How he ever heard of them, I didn’t know.  Took us three days by boat to get there.  Our team consisted of the professor, our guide/interpreter, the professor’s assistant who was using this trip as info for his thesis, and me.  As a music therapist, I used music to heal people’s souls, so I would be lending my expertise in the emotional resonance of the songs.

Approximately fifty people lived in the village, some of the nicest people I’d ever met, instantly welcoming and glad to share their musical history.  My job was recording the performances with the handheld camera.  They kept staring at me when they thought I wasn’t looking.  At first, I attributed it to them never seeing a fair-skinned woman before, but the stares continued through the week.

That should have been my first clue.

One night, they asked us to observe an ancient ritual in tribute to one of their gods.  We were delighted to, since we were told it was only done once every hundred years.  Witnessing a historical event?  The prof was positively giddy.

The ritual happened that evening around a bonfire.  They cast offerings in to the flames and said their prayers to the deity.  We sat quietly out of the way, eager to learn.  Once everyone was gathered around the fire, the elders began to chant.  The oldest threw something into the fire, and an odd smoke rose from the flames.

The smoke started searching through the air like it had sentience.  Looking for something.  Was anyone else seeing this?  The particles glowed blue and got brighter as the trail of smoke headed toward me.  I stood from the log I’d been sitting on and backed away.  It was definitely coming for me.  Was this a hallucination?  I tried to run, but the tribe closed in behind me.

“Let me go!”

The elders never stopped chanting.  The smoke entered my nose, I screamed, and the world went black.

The next morning, I woke up in a hut and not my tent.  The wise-man was there with our interpreter.  He apologized for tricking me, but they felt it was necessary.

“Necessary?”

He spoke of a prophecy.  A pale woman with blue eyes would come to them and be the Chosen vessel for the essence of the Cat.  She would be infused with this essence through the ritual, and become the patron Protector of their people.

“What did you do to me to make me pass out, and what the hell does this all mean?”

He told me to reach out my senses, and I would know.

“My senses?”

“Breathe. Listen. Learn.”

I took a deep breath, and to my utter shock, every scent was intense.  Sounds came to my ears I never noticed before—bugs, air currents, voices—and for the first time since I awoke a few minutes ago, realized I didn’t need my glasses.

I scrambled back on the bed.  “I want no part in this! I have a full life back home!”

He chuckled and told me not to worry, that I was only required to come if the village was in danger.  He said I would know what to do.

“What do you mean by being ‘infused with the essence of the Cat’?”

He said my heightened senses weren’t the only power I was given, and that I would be able to shift form at night.  The instinct would guide me.

Whatever that meant!  “I still don’t believe in all this.”  It was stuff out of a movie, not real life!  “You drugged me. You’re not keeping me here.”

He said I was free to go.

We were scheduled to leave that day, and said our goodbyes to the tribe.  They all tried to give me gifts, but I just couldn’t take all that.  After a lot of pushing, I accepted a woven bracelet and a necklace with a carved panther claw attached.  The wise-man was the last to come to me.  He told me to be careful, practice my new “gifts”, and that I would know if they ever needed me.  He hoped I didn’t harbor him any ill will.

“’Ill will’? I’d report you to the authorities, but considering how remote this village is, I doubt it’ll do any good.”

I got in the boat, and a week later, I was home.

The interpreter, being a tribal member himself, never told my friends what had been done to me and I certainly didn’t want to talk about it.  They assumed we all hallucinated from something thrown into the bonfire, and everyone had a hangover.

Having a stronger sense of smell was not a good thing in Southern California.  Smog stung my nose.  Neither was sensitive hearing, once my neighbor started construction on a deck in their backyard.  I walked around with earplugs in for about a week until I started to get used to it.  I was grateful for the sharp vision, though.  I’d worn some kind of correction since I was eight, but I could read a street sign from almost a mile away now.

I wasn’t ready to accept something supernatural had happened, but they’d definitely changed my body.  My asthma was gone and I no longer needed any medications.  So, okay, I couldn’t take a deep breath without wanting to vomit and my ears had been ringing since the moment my plane was in the sky, but the visual acuity was cool.  If you’ve always woken up with clear vision, you have no idea what it’s like to be able to see in the morning for the first time in nearly twenty years.

It was weird and difficult, but I slowly started to adapt.

A month later, it was my first day out doing something normal—shopping at the mall.  Up to now, I’d avoided crowds, doing my grocery shopping when the stores were almost deserted.  Walking to my car in the parking garage, my hands were full of bags, and a man walked behind me.  At first, I didn’t think of hearing someone behind me, until his footsteps sped up to get close to me.  He demanded my purse.  I was willing to cooperate since I didn’t want to provoke him.  Better my stuff than my life, right?  That’s what the police tell you to do.  So, I set down the bags, and the guy lunged for my purse.

I can’t tell you how I did what happened next.

Next thing I knew, I had the guy in a choke hold with claws pressed to his neck.  Claws!  The guy started freaking out, then, begging me not to hurt him.  I tightened the hold until he blacked out, then called 911 on my cell phone.  The police arrived, took my statement and the mugger, and I went home.

Shaking.

My fingernails turned into claws.  That was NOT normal.  Both hands?  I stared at my left.  Yep, both hands.  Oh God.

And then the fight moves.  What was that?  This wasn’t The Matrix.  I hadn’t been plugged into a machine for a kung fu download.  Had I?  What really happened in that village?

 

****

 

Two months later, I was teaching a class for two semesters at a university, so I rented an apartment and packed what I would need.  It had been arranged long before my trip to the jungle.  It was a long commute from home, so I preferred to stay there, even if it was only three days a week.

The change of scenery would be good for me.  My friends and family didn’t know.  I blamed allergies for staying at home.  Didn’t want questions to come up when I hardly had any answers, so moving to a town where no one knew me seemed like a plus.  And I hated lying to those closest to me.

Due to an inheritance—Grandpa invested in Microsoft when it was a baby company, so I didn’t have to work, but I enjoyed teaching a few voice students.  Helping special cases.  I had my Masters, and still took classes that interested me.  It was a good life.

Well, had been.

After a week of class, it promised a challenge for the year.  Distraction.  Just the thing I needed to focus on.  I read references on South American tribal beliefs in my spare time, but discovered nothing that would help me.

Alone in the apartment, I tested my new abilities.

Claw extension was controlled by simple thought.  A little concentration and I could tune out strong odors and loud noises.  But I knew that wasn’t all to my new powers…the old guy mentioned shape-shifting.  I was afraid to find out what he meant, and avoided thinking about it after dark in case I turned into some kind of monster.

It would be my luck.

 

Author Biography:

 

Writer of supernatural badasses.

 

Vivian Lane is an American author.  Born a Gemini, her interests fall under a myriad of subjects including classical music, American and World History; fantasy books, TV shows, and movies; travel, marine biology, and fashion.

 

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Starlight (The Dark Elf War Book 1) by @WilliamStacey2 #bookreview #urbanfantasy #SFF


Starlight

Title: Starlight (The Dark Elf War Book 1)

Author: William Stacey

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fantasy

Book Blurb:

A secret power. The revival of magic. An ancient evil stirs.

Twenty-year-old university dropout Cassie Rogan has returned to her small British Columbia home. Tortured by an accident that killed her parents, she drifts, failing life at every turn. When an impossibly localized lightning storm hits the surrounding forest, Cassie discovers her supernatural side.

After centuries of atrophy, the forces of magic are flowing back into our world, and Cassie can wield arcane powers. Her life seems destined to turn around, until the downside of magic brings everything to a screeching halt. Horrifying mythical beasts now prowl the northern wilderness—including the Basilisk—an enormous eight-legged lizard that can turn its prey to stone.

Recruited by a secretive agency, Cassie must quickly master her powers to protect mankind. As she develops her skills, a dark power secretly watches from the shadows. The Fae Seelie (a.k.a. the Dark Elves)—humanity’s ancient enemy—have returned to settle the score.

Starlight is the first book in the Dark Elf War series, an epic urban fantasy and coming of age series that features fast-paced action, mysterious creatures, careful world-building, and breathless pacing. Author William Stacey is a 2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist.

My Review:

What is it about female protagonists who kick ass that appeals to me? Could be that I’m a huge Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan or maybe that quality is something that yearns within me to get out. Whatever the reason, I love urban fantasy stories that have females that kick utter ass!

Starlight is the story of Cassie, a college dropout who returns to her hometown, and the magic hidden within. Cassie and her friends are out camping out in the wilderness of upper British Columbia when a bolt of lightning appears out of nowhere and strikes her. Before she knows what’s happening, magical beasts and beings attack the population.

Cassie discovers she has magical powers and has the ability to save humanity from these mythical beasts and the Fae Seelie (Dark Elves). She’s soon recruited by a secretive military operation and learns more about her power and the Dark Elves. Will she be up to the task of saving humanity or will the dark being observing her from afar lure her to the other side?

I must admit, I was hooked from the first page and I absolutely LOVED this book! Filled with intense action, magic, good versus evil, mythical beings and people posturing it’s the end of the world, Stalight is one of the best books I’ve read this year. The author does a masterful job weaving the story while making the reader feel a part of it.

Yes, it’s a long book, but it goes by quickly as there’s so much going on and so much to take it. I didn’t mind the length and when I finished, I wished there was more.

I can’t wait to read more from this author and more specifically, this series!

Favorite Character: Cassie. I loved everything about her from her ability to kick some serious ass to her vulnerability, especially when it comes to her family and friends. She’s written so realistically, she flies off the page and there were so many times when I chuckled at her inner dialogue. I don’t know if the author was paying homage to Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer but I got the same vibe from Cassie as I do every time I watch Faith on dvd (hugs fan of BtVS).

 

Favorite Quote:

There were so many great lines in this book that it was hard for me to pick just one. In the end, I picked this one because it illustrated how descriptive and addictive the writing is.

“He turned toward the monster, his weapon pressed up into his shoulder, ready to fire. And then, in horror, he saw the dragon leap over the stream of water the firemen were aiming at its head. The damned thing was unbelievably agile, and it had jumped about twenty feet, landing just in front of the two men. They tried to readjust their aim to knock it back again, but at that moment, its eyes glowed with a blue fire. The two men stood frozen in place, their skin turning gray, cracking, and flaking— like stone.”

 

My Rating: 5+ stars

Buy it now:

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Starlight-Dark-Elf-War-Book-ebook/dp/B014LPT62C

Author Biography:

William Stacey is a former army intelligence officer who served his country for more than thirty years with operational tours in Bosnia and Afghanistan. He is a husband, father, and avid reader, with a love for the macabre. Black Monastery, an Amazon 2014 Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist, is his first novel. For those who want their dark fantasy laced with heroic adventure. Visit him at www.williamstaceyauthor.com