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<b>Grave Humor<br />R.J. Blain<br />(Magical Romantic Comedies #10)<br />Publication date: May 12th 2020<br />Genres: Adult, Comedy, Paranormal, Romance</b><br />
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Most days, Anwen regrets working at a funeral home despite the good pay. With the residents no longer inclined to stay in their coffins where they belong, she’s got her hands full making sure everyone follows the rules:<br />
In the funeral home, there is no screaming, no murdering, no mutilation, no possessions, no kidnappings, no resurrections, and no cursing of any type. Be quiet and stay polite.<br />
The day Old Man McGregor decides to take a walk and disturbs her peace, Anwen learns there’s a lot more to the basement in the funeral home than a vampire and a handsome gentleman on ice.<br />
If she’s not careful, she’ll learn first-hand why ‘eternally yours’ is the most potent of threats.<br />
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Lemon smelled so much better than rot. As far as the restless dead went, Old Man McGregor hadn’t left me with too much of a mess to clean. He’d stayed mostly intact, limiting his oozing to a spot here and there. It took me twenty minutes to erase the evidence he’d gotten out of his coffin and taken a walk.<br />
Five minutes later, Direct Hammel and his merry band of somberly dressed assistants arrived. Why did Direct Hammel need four men to stand around? Most viewings, even the big ones where the whole town showed up, only needed two attendants. The rest of the time, I could handle the work without any help at all.<br />
While the viewings sometimes had upwards of the town’s full three hundred people, I couldn’t think of a single funeral with more than twenty attendees since I’d started working at the place. The old stayed, the young left, and with a world full of magic to discover, who wanted to stay in Sunset, Alabama? If my college fund hadn’t been bled dry on drugs and hookers, I would’ve been on the first bus out along with the other six seniors in my class.<br />
“Any problems?” the director asked, sniffing the air.<br />
I bet he smelled the lemon and wanted to know why I’d been cleaning. “No problems,” I replied. Any other day, Old Man McGregor rising and coming out of his coffin for a chat would’ve counted as a problem, but I was too worn and tired to care. Like with all things, problems were relative. If the restless dead hiding in his coffin decided to cause a problem, I’d back up and watch the fireworks. “I finished my other work for the morning, so I cleaned to make certain everything was ready for the viewing, sir.”<br />
“Good job. Our clients will arrive soon. We’ll handle the rest from here. Mr. McGregor’s family is rather conservative, so if you could handle inventorying and cleaning the preparation and refrigeration rooms, that would be useful. Otherwise, go home.”<br />
I didn’t need a diploma to read the writing on the wall. If I went home, I wouldn’t be invited back to work, which meant someone hadn’t done their job cleaning the basement.<br />
The funeral home went through inspections once a month to keep its license, and we were due to have a government worker poking around the place. Plastering a smile on my face, I nodded. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me, sir.”<br />
“Good. Call the main line if there are any problems.”<br />
Once again, I read the writing on the wall: if I had any problems during the viewing, I would be in need of a new job.<br />
I struggled to maintain a neutral, professional expression. To keep guests from wandering into the restricted parts of the funeral home, Director Hammel locked the stairwell door and turned off the lift. I’d spend the next six hours in the basement. After the surge of restless dead and corpse possessions, the funeral home boasted reinforced lower level walls and doors, fashioned of a mix of concrete and steel to keep the bodies contained should they decide to get up and take a walk.<br />
Fortunately, excluding Old Man McGregor, we only had two bodies in storage, and John Doe had been in our freezer since before I’d been born. If he decided to get up, they’d hear my screams in the next state. While the rules kept changing, one thing stayed the same: the older the corpse, the stronger the undead it became. I hadn’t seen Mr. Doe, but I sometimes heard Director Hammel talk about him in hushed, fearful tones.<br />
Nothing scared Director Hammel except our John Doe.<br />
The other body we had didn’t worry anyone; the vampire wasn’t going anywhere until someone reattached his limbs and revived him with a lot of blood. I wasn’t sure why we kept the vampire on ice, but someone from the CDC came once a month, along with the funeral home inspector, to make sure he remained as alive as an undead got. I’d gotten to take a look at the vampire, as Director Hammel wanted to make certain I knew to avoid the sleepers in the freezer.<br />
All in all, I didn’t care about either corpse. Unless I put my throat to the vampire’s mouth, he couldn’t hurt me. As for John Doe, I wasn’t sure what I thought about him.<br />
While I wanted to curse over my foul luck, I kept smiling, grabbed my purse and coat, and descended into the basement. I made it all of two steps before the lock clicked behind me.<br />
“Asshole,” I muttered, shaking my head and reaching for switches. I flipped three of the five, bathing the stairwell and landing below in a yellowed light. The stench of embalming fluid burned my nose, and I turned on the ventilation fans so I wouldn’t suffocate before the end of the viewing.<br />
When I found out who had left the basement a reeking hell hole, there’d be a third body in the freezer. In prison, I could study and pretend I had a future, and I’d do so on the government’s dime until they kicked me out and made me finish my term doing community service. Curling my lip in a snarl, I stomped down the steps and aimed for the disposal bin meant for the latex gloves. I caught it with my foot and launched the damned thing through the open doorway.<br />
It crashed onto the metal table bolted to the preparation room floor.<br />
“What’s the fucking point of having a three-inch thick containment door if it’s open all the time? I’m surrounded by brain-dead idiots.”<br />
“Yes, you are,” a husky, deep voice replied. “I was wondering who they’d sacrifice to me first. I knew the scarecrow would hide, but I thought he’d betray the whiner first. How disappointing.”<br />
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<strong>Legacy: The Awakening</strong><br /><strong>Liza Malloy</strong><br />(Legacy trilogy, #1)<br />Publication date: March 30th 2020<br />Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Romance<br />
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College student Jessica craves a stable, ordinary life. But when she meets the alluring and irresistible Aiden, her life takes a thrilling turn. Jessica knows there’s something different about Aiden, but she’s shocked when she learns his secret. The further Jessica delves into Aiden’s world, the more consumed she becomes with him.<br />
Heir to the throne of a secret kingdom of supernatural beings, Aiden yearns to fulfill his destiny. But from their first encounter, Jessica captivates Aiden. Aiden is certain that Jessica is his only chance at true happiness. But Aiden can’t deny that his presence in Jessica’s life threatens to destroy the very things he loves about Jessica—her generosity, compassion and innocence.<br />
As Jessica finds her life filling with peril she never imagined, she must decide how much she’s willing to risk for love. And Aiden must choose whether to embrace his legacy or follow his heart.<br />
Intensely compelling and powerfully gripping, <em>The Awakening</em> is the seductive first installment to the Legacy trilogy, an unforgettable, epic love story.</blockquote>
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“So, we’re friends?” I turned to him as I spoke and read the regret on his face.<br />
“Jessica, I’m sorry about last night.”<br />
I felt my eyes warming up and willed myself not to cry.<br />
Aiden reached for my hand. “I like you Jessica. Of course we’re friends, but I’m also…” He sighed. “We’re different, you and I, and we’re in completely different places now. It was wrong of me to kiss you.”<br />
We stopped near the dry creek-bed, still holding hands. I glanced over at Aiden and realized he was watching me again, that same look on his face. He wanted me and I knew it, but something was restraining him.<br />
Neither of us spoke for a moment.<br />
“Aiden, the last time we were here, and I made that joke…” I paused.<br />
“About vampires?”<br />
I nodded, my heart racing in anticipation of pushing him away after he’d finally opened up to me. “It was only a joke,” I reiterated. “But I feel like you are hiding something or holding back.” I swallowed audibly.<br />
He inhaled sharply and stepped closer to the water.<br />
I followed him, but kept a few feet between us. “Aiden, I like you, and I want to know you better. I won’t judge you. I just want to know.”<br />
“What do you want to know?” he asked, his voice so quiet I could barely make out his words.<br />
“Everything. I want to know you, Aiden.” I bit my lip to keep from shouting at him, from insisting that he knew exactly what it was that I wanted to know, that I was the one who had no idea what he was hiding.<br />
“What specifically?”<br />
I blew out a sigh. “Why do you move around so often? Why can’t I go in your house? Why do you and your brothers all have long hair? Why couldn’t your sister wear a ponytail?” I held my breath and stepped closer, feeling uncharacteristically brave. “How did you know to get me out of that fire?”<br />
Aiden turned towards me slowly, his head down. “Jessica, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started anything with you. I just can’t…” He sighed, then made eye contact. “I can’t answer your questions. And we can’t be together, so I shouldn’t have kissed you.”<br />
Without thinking, I leaned into him, pressing my lips into his. He hesitated, but then I felt his mouth respond to mine, his warm lips opening for me, the tip of his tongue gently tickling my lips.<br />
I broke off the kiss before he could reject me again. “I know you care about me,” I said firmly, empowered from my boldness.<br />
“I do,” he agreed willingly. “But that’s why I can’t…”<br />
“Bullshit!” I interrupted. “I’m already involved in whatever it is, so you might as well tell me the truth. What are you hiding? You can trust me.”<br />
Aiden’s eyes quickly darted around, scanning the woods behind me. Apparently satisfied we were alone, he turned back to me, locked his eyes on mine, then tucked his hair behind his ears.<br />
I was so captivated by his stare, with those unnaturally vibrant eyes, that it took a moment for me to register that he was showing me something. I blinked, and refocused on all of him, not just his eyes. And then, I saw it.<br />
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Liza Malloy writes contemporary romance, new adult romance, women's fiction, and fantasy romance. She's a sucker for alpha males, bad boys, dimples, and muscles, and she can't resist a man in uniform. Liza loves creating worlds where the heroine discovers her own strength and finds her Happily Ever After. When Liza isn't reading or writing torrid love stories, she's a practicing attorney. Her other passions include gummy bears, jelly beans, and the occasional marathon. She lives in the Midwest with her four daughters and her own Prince Charming.<br />
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<strong>Alien Minds</strong><br /><strong>Alien Minds</strong><br />(Dimension Drift #3)<br />Published by: Monster House Books<br />Publication date: June 5th 2019<br />Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult<br />
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<b>DIVERGENT meets OCEAN’S EIGHT in this urban fantasy heist!</b><br />
On my seventeenth birthday, I wake up in the hospital to find I just survived a sketchy but terrible accident. My parents stand by my bedside—both are beautiful, wealthy, and super-nice. They tell me that once I leave the hospital, I’ll attend the prestigious ECHO Academy, where I’ll churn out equations for the government along with my mega-smart peers.<br />
So, I’m living the perfect life. <br />
Then why does everything feel all wrong? <br />
My parents, my house and even ECHO Academy…none of it fits. Plus, what’s up with Thorne, my brooding yet yummy classmate who keeps telling me I need to remember my true past, which seems to have included a lot of us kissing? That’s one thing I’d really like to remember, except for the fact that I’m pretty sure Thorne is hiding a ton of nasty secrets of his own, including the fact that he may not be from this world. But considering how my own past seems alien to me, it’s not like I can judge. Plus, Thorne has dimples. That’s a problem.<br />
And worst of all, why does it feel so yucky to work on these calculations for the government? It’s all supposed to be part of ECHO, but my heart tells me that I’m helping something truly terrible come to pass. Thorne seems to think that kissing him again will release my real memories. <br />
Maybe it’s time to pucker up.<br />
<b>“Appealing and engaging. Love the strong female character!”</b><i> – Arlene’s Book Reviews</i><br />
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<em>“Intoxication with technology is the hallmark of an underdeveloped society.” –</em> Beauregard the Great, <em>Instructions for Visiting Parallel Worlds</em><br />
After spending hours on guard duty, I can finally leave Mass General. Soon I’m tooling my hoverbike toward the outskirts of the Boston Dome. Overhead, a cloud-free sky is projected onto the plasma<em>.</em> Tall buildings loom around me in a maze of chrome and concrete.<br />
An image appears in my mind. Meimi—I never even <em>think</em> the false name Wisteria—lies curled on her hospital bed, drugged up and asleep. Every instinct in my soul says I should’ve stayed behind and guarded her while she rested. Not an option. An important appointment is coming up, and I can’t miss it.<br />
<em>For Meimi.</em><br />
Of course, Godwin—my boss and Meimi’s doctor—doesn’t know I’m leaving the city. Then again, the doctor doesn’t know a lot of things about me.<br />
Like the fact that I’m not from this planet.<br />
Plus, I’m not just any alien. My father’s the Emperor of the Omniverse, the universe of universes.<br />
So what Godwin doesn’t know about me is quite a lot, actually.<br />
Meimi doesn’t know much, either. To begin with, she doesn’t remember that I’m her transcendent. Even worse, she thinks I’m in league with someone as evil as Godwin. Not to mention that I’m part of a government creating an apocalypse for anyone who isn’t perfect.<br />
Bands of sorrow tighten around my chest. There’s no avoiding the truth. Meimi sees me as her enemy. I straighten my spine. But being her enemy? That keeps my girl safe. So that’s what I’ll no do, no matter how much it tears at my soul.<br />
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Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too. <br />
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Layla Beckett has a secret. For the past ten years, she’s run the most trafficked fan site on the Internet for her favorite band—under an alias, naturally. When she lands a job at the prestigious New York City music magazine The Rock Paper, she’s suddenly thrust into the world she’s only observed from the cheap seats. Now that she’s brushing elbows with sexy guitarists and hot frontmen, she wants to play it cool and keep her superfan status on the down low. Although she’s dying to gush on her forum, posting her insider adventures online could expose her real-life identity and blow her cover.<br />
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The moon shone bright, but Shane’s eyes remained dark as the deepest ocean. He blinked twice and ran his thumb down my cheek to my chin. I confess that I’d had some illicit fantasies about the guys in the band, but I’d never felt the one-two punch to the gut that I got when his hand slid around the back of my neck and he pulled me forward to press his lips against mine.<br />
He drew back, slowly enough that his lips continued to touch mine for a lingering moment, and I opened my eyes before he did. He looked like he’d tasted ice cream for the first time and wanted to savor it. My mind reeled with questions, and I had this crazy thought that I wished he were more famous so I’d have read something about him on the Internet before, so I’d know who he was and what I might be getting myself into.<br />
If he were like Adam, I’d know to grab hold of him and never let go. If he were like Noah, I wouldn’t want to give him the time of day.<br />
But those lips.<br />
A tiny smile lit his face. “Should I apologize again?”<br />
With that, I threw caution to the wind and twisted both hands into his T-shirt. He laughed when I pulled him back into a less hesitant kiss, but his laughter stopped when my tongue brushed his, and he spun us around so he could press me up against the metal door behind us.<br />
It had been a long time since I’d been physical with a man. Way too long.<br />
Shane’s lips teased mine, and I felt like I’d lived in a desert my whole life, never knowing that water existed. Suddenly I’d fallen into a deep pool. It might turn out to be an oasis, or I might drown, and I didn’t care. My fingers traced his cheek, then brushed his neck, and his body responded in shivers. He lifted the edge of my shirt and explored my lower back, creeping up my spine until he reached my bra.<br />
I’d lost track of where we were. Everything was him. His mouth on mine. His hands on me. His skin. His . . . I gasped. He pressed harder into me, and I ground back, need flaring inside me.<br />
He took the first step away. “Layla.” The fact that his voice came out ragged and breathless only made me want to tear his shirt off and spend the next ten hours licking every inch of him while he said my name.<br />
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Some Kind of Magic is Mary Ann Marlowe's first novel. When not writing, she works by day as a computer programmer/DBA. She spent ten years as a university-level French professor, and her resume includes stints as an au pair in Calais, a hotel intern in Paris, a German tutor, a college radio disc jockey, and a webmaster for several online musician fandoms, plus she has a second-degree black belt. She has lived in twelve states and three countries and loves to travel. She now lives in central Virginia where she is hard at work on her second novel. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.maryannmarlowe.com, on Facebook, www.facebook.com/marlowemaryann/, and at twitter.com/maryannmarlowe.<br />
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It was never a good sign to be drinking bourbon at ten in the morning, but after the week I’d had, I figured I was due. Self-medicating with alcohol wouldn’t take the sting out of my grief, in fact, it was likely to make it worse. But I’d needed a teensy little breather from my housemates after the last truth bomb had been dropped, and wrapping my head around my new knowledge required booze.<br />
I could feel Della’s eyes on me, her acute vampire gaze boring a hole in the side of my face. She wanted an answer to her question, and she likely wasn’t going to leave me alone until I gave her one.<br />
When are we leaving?<br />
That question echoed against the walls of my brain with enough force to give me a headache. Melody was alive. She was alive, and my sister was dead.<br />
But that didn’t make a lick of sense. Melody died right in front of me. I watched Aurelia send her soul on in a way only a phoenix could do. I watched her body burn in the flames of a funeral pyre. I needed answers before I could answer Della’s question.<br />
Because I wouldn’t be leaving to hunt her down unless I was sure this wasn’t some kind of trick. I’d been tricked too many times in the last week, and I wasn’t falling for another one.<br />
“Melody is dead, Della,” I whispered before taking another sip of bourbon, refusing to face my bodyguard. If I looked at her, I’d see either pity or censure, and I couldn’t deal with either.<br />
“Then why is her son gone?” Della pointed out a big hole in the “Melody’s dead” argument.<br />
Shit, fuck, and damn. I made a promise to Melody to keep her son safe. If it wasn’t Melody who had her son—and I highly doubted it was—then I’d have to go get him.<br />
In Faerie.<br />
Aces.<br />
But hadn’t I earned a break? Hadn’t I earned the right to let someone else take up the slack?<br />
You made a promise. You swore. You can’t turn away just because you’re hurt.<br />
Those words cut through my thoughts sharp enough to bring tears to my eyes. I did. I made a promise to make sure her son was safe. And I’d keep it. Maybe it would make my soul burn just a little less. Maybe if I did this one thing, losing Maria wouldn’t hurt so bad.<br />
Yeah, I doubted it.<br />
I sniffed back the sting of tears, tossed back the rest of the bourbon, and managed to set the glass down without smashing it. I’d been on a smashing kick for the last little bit, and my living room had borne the brunt of it. At the time, I’d wanted to destroy everything Maria had ever touched. If I could just break it, burn it, wreck it, then it would have been like she wasn’t stamped all over every molecule of my house.<br />
Wasn’t that stupid?<br />
Like I wouldn’t see her every time I closed my eyes.<br />
“Okay, I’ll give you that,” I muttered, finally answering Della’s question. “But I can’t just bust down the door to Faerie and find her. If it is her. We need way more to go on than a note and a can-do attitude.”<br />
I peered down at myself. I had on black shorts and a black tank top. It was good enough for summer in Denver. All I needed was some flip-flops. Had I brushed my teeth today? Shrug. Was I wearing a bra? My tank had a shelf bra in it. It would just have to do. Plus, Barrett wouldn’t give two shits about what I was wearing. I located my flip-flops in their spot by the door, shuffled my feet into them, and raised my hand to snap my fingers.<br />
But Della pounced on my hand before I could complete the task.<br />
“What?” My whole body was on red alert, my eyes searching my demolished living room and relatively untouched kitchen.<br />
“You can’t go out like that,” Della whispered furiously, her face a picture of panic.<br />
Frowning, I looked back down at myself. Yep, all my parts were covered.<br />
“It’s summer. Shorts and a tank aren’t going to turn any heads no matter how much ink is on display.”<br />
A dawning realization lit up Della’s face before she winced. “You haven’t checked a mirror since you got back, have you?”<br />
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Sabine scanned the sea, but she couldn’t see any sign of the missing crew. If the Merfolk were already taking prisoners, they were running out of time. A few more hits like the last one, and the ship would capsize.<br />
“If you have any suggestions, Sabine, now is the time. Otherwise, I agree with Bane. I’ll destroy every last one of these Merfolk for harming those under my protection.”<br />
Without waiting for a response, Malek leaned over the railing toward the lower deck and called out more orders to ready the catapults. Sabine swallowed and tried to bury the sick fear threatening to overwhelm her. Esmelle wouldn’t even have been on this ship if it weren’t for her. The thought of losing one of her closest friends was unfathomable.<br />
Sabine’s hands tightened on the railing as she stared at the angry sea. “They’ll keep Esme and the rest of the hostages alive until they manage to capsize the ship. Those who aren’t enslaved are usually fed to their underwater pets. If they take all of us down below, we’ll lose any negotiating power we might have while still under the sky.”<br />
“I’ve heard the stories,” Bane admitted, caging her with his arms. She leaned back against his heated skin, thankful for the warmth he offered against the chill from the elements. Bane might have difficulties tapping into softer emotions, but he’d made it no secret he admired and respected the spunky witch who was now an unwilling hostage.<br />
“They aren’t just stories,” she said as a daring plan began to form in her mind.<br />
Bane squeezed her midsection and murmured, “You are my priority, Sabine. If we must lose Esme, she will be mourned, but we cannot allow you to fall. We need to get you and this ship out of here.”<br />
Sabine turned and glared up at him. “We won’t be mourning anyone. I <em>will</em> get them back—all of them. And you’re going to help me do it.”<br />
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Jamie A. Waters is an award-winning writer of science fiction and fantasy romance. Her first novel was a winner of the Readers' Favorite Award in Science Fiction/Fantasy Romance and the CIPA EVVY Award in Science Fiction. <br />
Jamie currently resides in Florida with two neurotic dogs who enjoy stealing socks. When she's not pursuing her passion of writing, she's usually trying to learn new and interesting random things (like how to pick locks or use the self-cleaning feature of the oven without setting off the fire alarm). In her downtime, she enjoys reading on her Kindle, playing computer games, painting, or acting as a referee between the dragons and fairies currently at war inside her closet.<br />
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<strong>Reaper Unexpected</strong><br /><strong>Debbie Cassidy</strong><br />(Deadside Reapers #1))<br />Publication date: March 26th 2020<br />Genres: New Adult, Romance, Urban Fantasy<br />
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<strong>Your dead are our business.</strong><br />
<strong>Got a loved one who’s passed? Want to ask your dead aunt where she hid that elusive will? Head over to Necro city and look no further than Soul Savers Inc.</strong><br />
One day the world was normal, and the next, it was filled with ghosts. And then the reapers came. Blood-sucking hot dudes with wings and wicked scythes. They took control, and now we have a system.<br />
<strong>Now we have Necro city, the hub of all things untethered.</strong><br />
As a soul relocation agent, it’s my job to rehouse the dead until the reapers come to collect, but with so few of those dudes about, the wait isn’t pretty. Thank goodness for decent coffee, frosted donuts, and a pending promotion.<br />
<strong>Things are looking good until they’re not.</strong><br />
<strong>One bar fight and a dead reaper later, I’m left holding the scythe.</strong><br />
Not just any scythe, but a scythe belonging to one of Lilith’s four favored sons—the most powerful reapers in the world.<br />
For some reason, it’s chosen me.<br />
Now, three very large, very pissed off reapers are on my case.<br />
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<strong><em>A kickass Urban fantasy with a why choose romance. Vampires, ghosts, angels, and demons. Perfect for readers who enjoy forbidden romance, enemies to lovers, or friends to lovers.</em></strong></blockquote>
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Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head - in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.<br />
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Betrayal takes a backseat to survival.<br />
Called back to his small town in Washington for a funeral, Ezra Zaan finds himself exactly where he doesn’t want to be … in the middle of paranormal problems with the vampire ex who broke his heart. The new owner of the Book of the Dead, Ezra’s tasked with defending the town against the Night’s Huntsmen—a deadly group of ghostly hunters who run a magical competition that ends in death and ruin for all paranormal beings. It is set to begin, and the only way to survive is if the factions of witches, vampires, and shifters band together.<br />
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Setting the wards is more than a walk around the perimeter, calling out to the elements. They’re keyed into the very being and require blood to take. Cutting my palm, I bring forth fire in the other hand and allow my blood to drip onto the ground.<br />
<em>By Fire I ward thee: </em><br />
<em>Guard this space from all ill will,</em><br />
<em>And those who wish me harm. </em><br />
Heat engulfs me, blowing back the longish strands of my hair, and drawing a line of sweat onto my forehead. I’d never had manifestations like this. My stickh was with the dead. I continue on, ignoring the newly-formed desert in my mouth.<br />
<em>By Wind I ward thee: </em><br />
<em>Guard this space from all ill will, </em><br />
<em>And those who wish me harm.</em><br />
Droplets of blood disappear into the earth as if the land itself is making a personal contract. The incense burning on the ground releases a thick puff of sage and cedarwood laden smoke. <em>Maybe it is. </em>A gust of wind threatens to knock me off my feet as its snags at my jacket with hungry hands. I stumble, swaying like a drunkard. The intensity fades to a gentle breeze, and I right myself.<br />
<em>By Earth I ward thee: </em><br />
<em>Guard this space from all ill will, </em><br />
<em>And those who wish me harm. </em><br />
Rumbling from deep beneath my feet shakes the earth, pitching me back like a horse unexpectedly bucking its rider. Blinking, I find myself ass over kettle. I scramble up, and ride the undulating ground like a surfer on a longboard. Feet planted, I try to flow with the vibrations, instinctively knowing participation is required.<br />
This is my time to prove myself worthy to inherit. Old magic such as this can be nearly sentient. Everything stops abruptly. I fall forward. A mound of dirt piles up beside me. I tense, readying to defend myself from a nocturnal rodent. A tree sapling emerges.<br />
<em>By water I ward thee: </em><br />
<em>Guard this space from all ill will </em><br />
<em>And those who wish me harm. </em><br />
A streak of lightning slashes through the night angrily. A loud clap of thunder vibrates the ground, and the sky opens above me. Cool rain splatters against my clothes, soaking me to the skin. I finish the walk, completing the circuit. Heaviness slams into my chest. I hit the ground, dazed. My vision darkens, and I feel <em>it</em>. The house is built upon a ley line. The wards take their energy from the source in exchange for protection.<br />
Storm clouds crowd in as rain continues to come in sideways. Thunder booms, performing a duet with the crackling lightning streaking across the night sky. I can taste the magic in the air. Mother’s succession of power has begun. Sitting in the mud, I tilt my head back and open my mouth, swallowing down water to quench my thirst as I try to adjust to the drastic changes my magic has undergone. Energy races inside of me, stretching and reshaping. My skin feels too tight.<br />
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Isa Mikaelson is a USA Today Bestselling author starting a new Penname for YA. She lives in Cincinnati with her two daughters and husband. She is known for her strong female leads, detailed fantastical worlds, and compelling romance infused plots. Her mind is a treasure trove of paranormal, historical, and various other random facts.<br />
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Publication date: March 10th 2020<br />
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult<br />
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Delaney Murphy is learning what it really means to be the daughter of the Devil and that not everyone appreciates her father’s kinder, gentler side. When tragedy strikes and upsets the fragile balancing act of her life, Delaney will have to choose between the world she’s sworn to protect and the father who has changed the whole of Hell just for her.<br />
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Cut off from her magic, Laney’s tie to humanity is fraying. She’s slipping closer and closer to giving in to the overwhelming darkness growing inside her.<br />
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I closed my eyes once again, envisioning the shield I held in place around us. Keeping that visual firm in my mind, I pulled up my power, letting it build layer by layer as it spilled out of a well deep within me. The screams of the demons were louder. I felt the shield shudder under their repeated blows. Still, I waited. I needed every demon as close as possible before I struck out at them.<br />
The power continued to build in answer to my call. I felt stretched from within, my skin burning with the strain of holding the energy tight inside. The shield shook around us. Large cracks spiderwebbed across it, the apparent success of their onslaught whipping the demons up into a frenzy. A claw cut through, swiping across my ankle. Moose growled, lunging forward but I pulled him back with my hand tight in his fur. He had to stay next to me.<br />
A hot river of pain flared along the back of my leg, a second demon sneaking a hand through and reaching for me. I held tight, forcing the magic to wait a little longer, promising it would be free soon. Another claw sunk in and I fought against the agony, my body trembling with power. I felt it when the shield finally gave. The energy I’d siphoned into it bounced back and joined with the magic I’d gathered into my core. Moose yelped next to me, his body going rigid under my hand as a scream escaped me. I dropped to my knees, wrapped my arms around him and held on tight.<br />
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K.A. Fox is a proud military brat who has lived all over the world but now calls the Midwest home. She uses her psychological training to facilitate successful negotiations at work and to convince her husband and three sons that she’s always right. When not writing, she can usually be found hiding somewhere with a book and a bit of chocolate, or chasing after her own adorable Hell Hound.<br />
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Think you know fae? Think again.<br />
Our lives are nursery rhymes and faerie stories now, Allie.<br />
When Allie Hunter’s twin sister steps through a magic circle into the Faerie realm, she opens the door to deadly fae, bent on causing havoc and harm to Allie’s village.<br />
Rendered blind to all but the spirit world, Allie is frustrated and angry but determined to bring the fae down. No matter what that might cost her.<br />
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I opened the door of the cottage, frustrated to find the fire down to nothing but embers and not a single candle lit. I’d finished my work in town, returned the goats to their pens, and I was head-to-toe in mud and soaked to the skin – not to mention that my arms hurt like anything and my fever was getting worse.<br />
I built up the fire, lit a candle, and set to stripping off my wet clothing. It wasn’t easy to do with my broken arm splinted and bandaged. It couldn’t bend, and the fingers on that hand were swollen and thick. It needed rest, but I didn’t have time to rest it.<br />
I was down to my underthings when my blindfold slipped off as I was tugging my shirt over my head. I bent to recover it and then gasped.<br />
The cage I’d set beside the sewing kit was the only thing I could really see without the blindfold. It still glowed a bright but eerie greenish-blue.<br />
Dripping from the cage out onto the worn wooden floor of our cottage was black tar-like blood. And in the center of the cage, the Fae leader stood with black blood smeared across his clothing, a sewing needle streaked in black in one hand and a growl bubbling up from his throat. Under his feet, lay his fallen comrades, pins and needles scattered in their blood and sticking up from their backs.<br />
“I see I have a pair of new pincushions. What have you been doing while I was gone?” I asked, aghast.<br />
“Slaying my enemies,” he said with a fearsome curl to his lip. “What did you expect?”<br />
I leaned down so my face was level with the cage, and I could feel my eyes widening as his glamour showed the full effect of perfect immortal features as he sneered at me.<br />
“Not this,” I said, swallowing. My heart was sinking. I’d counted on having three of them. Three Fae to put back into the Star Stone circle. One to bring back each of the humans within. I hadn’t counted on them killing each other. Fuel, Allie! Use that disappointment as fuel!<br />
My eyes were stinging with frustrated tears despite my reminder as I reached into the cage.<br />
He jabbed my hand with the needle.<br />
“Ouch!”<br />
Again, and again. His movements were too quick for me to guess in that strange almost stilted and yet fluid way the Fae had. It was as if they were just jumping over little bits of time and space.<br />
I pulled my hand out as fast as I could, cursing.<br />
“Fine. They can rot in there with you. Enjoy the smell of putrefaction!” I sucked the wounds on my fingers.<br />
“Let me out of the cage,” he said grimly. “Let me out and I will not slay you, too.”<br />
I snorted. “You’re holding a sewing needle. You’re going to slay me with that?”<br />
He waggled his eyebrows. “It’s not the size that counts.”<br />
“Keep telling yourself that,” I muttered.<br />
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<strong>The Shrike & the Shadows</strong><br /><strong>A.M. Wright & Chantal Gadoury</strong><br />Published by: Parliament House<br />Publication date: March 3rd 2020<br />Genres: Dark Fantasy, Horror, New Adult, Romance<br />
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Men have gone missing before.<br />
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“See these lines here, my maus?” She tapped the top of Greta’s palms. <br />
“They are your heart lines. The way it curves, you have a caring soul.” <br />
“You must have that, too, Mama.”<br />
“Aha!” her mother exclaimed, and Greta jumped. “These love lines! How auspicious, little maus.” <br />
“What, Mama? What do they mean?” Greta looked up into her mother’s face eagerly. She smiled. <br />
“It will surprise you, this love of yours.” Her mother paused, frowning for just a moment before taking up her smile again. “But not for many more years. You will be ready then…” <br />
Greta’s mother stilled, her words falling from her mouth quietly. She barely heard anything after that.<br />
“Mama?” <br />
“Yes?” <br />
“Will I be okay?” <br />
“Oh, of course! But to be sure, we must find your fate,” she said, though somewhat distant. “Here they are. And look! They meet here, at your life lines… goodness, so young for such a burden.” <br />
Greta frowned at her mother. “Mama, you’re not making any sense.” <br />
“I know, my maus, I know. I did not expect to see so many… things.” <br />
“Are they sad things? Because you sound sad, Mama.” <br />
Her mother grasped at her hands and held them for a moment. She gave a gentle squeeze and said, “Not all, but some, yes. Some will be sad, and others will be happy.” <br />
“Oh.”<br />
Then, Greta’s mother fell into her with an embrace. She locked little Greta into her arms and rocked her slowly. She had felt so warm in her hold, and so content, she had almost missed her mother’s final words: <br />
“It will be a fearsome trial, my love. Your fate is bound to a great and daunting endeavor.”<br />
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A.M. Wright is an Ohio native, perched on the shores of Lake Erie for as long as she can remember. She is a graduate of Walsh University and holds a Bachelor's Degree in Corporate Communications, with two minors in Marketing and Writing. She has a passion for reading, writing, and drawing; and has a particularly strong love for shojo-manga and all genres of anime. When A.M. Wright isn't focused on her day job, she is sorting through submissions, writing too many stories to keep track of, and playing video games with her fiance in a townhouse that's just a fifteen minute drive from "The Roller Coaster Capital of the World."<br />
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They call me the Scorpion because they don’t know who I really am. All they know is that someone is stealing from people with excess to help people with nothing survive another day.<br />
But then a trusted friend reveals who I am—“just” Tessa, “just” a girl—and sends me straight into the arms of the law. All those people I helped…couldn’t help me when I needed it.<br />
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His fingers brush mine when he takes the knife, and I fight back a shiver, trying to hold my ground.<br />
“Scorpion,” he says softly.<br />
I brace myself for more Pike wisdom, or maybe even a mention of the kisses we’ve shared that we haven’t mentioned.<br />
Instead, he smiles. “You’ve been a very good teacher. Are you sure you want to do this?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“If you say so.”<br />
He takes his stance, gaze zeroed in on the board. He’s wearing a simple blue shirt, cut off at the shoulders, and his muscles flex when he lifts his arm.<br />
I exhale just as he throws and the knife zooms to the board, hitting inside the widest ring, but not in the middle.<br />
His eyes narrow. I smile.<br />
“I’d like to see you do this with a distraction,” he says.<br />
My heart flutters, but I nod. “No problem.”<br />
I step to the line, a whole head shorter than Pike. I feel his eyes on me. In fact, he’s so close, I feel the heat from his body. But I’m focused, and all I can see is the red circle I’m aiming for.<br />
I squeeze the blade between my fingers and hold my breath, preparing to throw.<br />
Pike blows on my neck.<br />
Chills race across my skin even as I fling the knife. The blade hits the board with a thud, straight in the middle.<br />
Pike curses softly and shakes his head. I turn to him, unable to help the smile stretching wide across my face. “See? I know a little something<br />
about focus.”<br />
“I’m impressed.”<br />
“Looks like you could use some practice.”<br />
“What about on the mat?” He lifts an eyebrow. “Do you have focus there?”<br />
Uh…no. But Pike doesn’t need to know that. “I have focus anywhere.”<br />
He points. “Mat. Now.”<br />
I lift my chin, toss the last knife at the board, and smirk when it hits the center. Then I walk to the mat. I get into my stance before he joins me. I wouldn’t put it past him to attack right away. Pike’s a big fan of not being caught off guard, and he’s taught me accordingly.<br />
Pike stalks the edge of the mat, knees bent. He feigns a lunge, then laughs when I tense.<br />
“You’re lucky I don’t have a knife,” I say, mock warning in my tone.<br />
He takes a step closer. “Luck has nothing to do with it. It’s all about being prepared. Besides, I don’t want a hole in my side like Mongo.”<br />
“He deserved it.”<br />
Pike gives me his dangerous smile and takes another step. Almost close enough to reach me. “You’re not saying I deserve to be stabbed, are you?”<br />
My chest vibrates with a low laugh, but I’m still on guard. “No, Pike. Not today, anyway.”<br />
His smile lights his eyes. And suddenly he stands fully, shoulders relaxing, and closes the gap between us.<br />
I draw in a sharp breath. “What are you doing?”<br />
“What does it look like?”<br />
His hands skim my arms, making me shiver. I lift my chin to meet his eyes, lips parting slightly.<br />
“Pike,” I say, my voice coming out breathless.<br />
Then he sweeps my legs from beneath me. I hit the mat hard, banging my elbows. I kick out and almost catch Pike’s leg, but he’s too fast. He bends and snags my arm, twisting it behind my back as he pushes me flat on my stomach. My breath whooshes out, but I don’t struggle. Crap. So much for proving I can’t be distracted.<br />
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Deputy Marcus O’Connell is blindsided one night after a series of calls comes in from an unknown number, and the caller on the other end is a child. All he knows is she’s six years old, her name is Eva, and there’s someone in her house who wants to hurt her.<br />
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When Marcus takes the call the first time, he thinks it’s a prank. The second time, he knows there’s a problem. The third time the call comes in and is patched through to him, he knows it’s something he can’t ignore. The only thing is, the girl is terrified and keeps hanging up, and Marcus knows someone is in the house with her.<br />
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<strong>An American tourist in Rome. A secret service agent on vacation. An international assassin… What could go wrong?</strong><br />
Gracie Colby and Lena Boyd are wrapping up the tour of Italy Lena has planned her whole life.<br />
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He set off across the street, and she followed, not wanting to be alone in this city of death. Her heel crunched in glass fragments. He held up the tape that designated this a crime scene, and she ducked under it. It was all pretend. She saw herself doing everything, looking like an actor on a cop show.<br />
The car riddled with bullet holes belonged to the movie too. The prop crew had put that tire there for her to cower behind for safety from the gunfire. She peered down at the space where she’d taken shelter from the danger, the place where Lena had pushed her to protect her when the shooting started.<br />
She gulped down the lump in her throat. The last thing Lena did in this life was save her. She didn’t save herself. She was too thoughtful for that. While Grace was thinking about dragging Lena back home to start their lives as adults, Lena was saving her from that … that …<br />
She looked up to find Luke inspecting her. Could he see what a terrible friend she had been? Had Lena’s sacrifice left visible scars on her skin?<br />
“What do you know about the shooter?” she asked to distract them both.<br />
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Heather Wynter grew up in California, where she still lives with her two dogs and three cats which she lovingly refers to as her zoo. She's a sucker for any period drama and a good romance. When she isn't reading or writing out what is in her wild imagination, she's probably at Disneyland or traveling around the globe.<br />
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The professor should be off-limits. But he’s hot. And I’m a bad girl. Lucky for me, he doesn’t play by the rules. Neither do I.<br />
I used to be a princess; that was before I was murdered.<br />
The reaper who took my soul. He’s my professor. And, well, the experience of taking a soul is quite… pleasurable. He wants me. I crave him. It’s against the rules, but do either of us care?<br />
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"We'll be fine." Leila had seen the invitee list a dozen times growing up. She knew everyone who showed and everyone invited who didn't. Wynter had been right, it would not be difficult to slip into the party. "Are we ready?"<br />
"Almost." Wynter walked up to Leila and slid his hand into his pants pocket. He pulled out a necklace. The pendant was round and made from bronze. The center was a pleasant sea of rich purples and blues, mixed together with sparkles that dazzled in the light. Leila turned the charm in her hands, and the colors changed from each angle, revealing a warm mix of pink and orange hues like a gorgeous sunset. "Even though you're no longer a princess, you will always look royal." He took the pendant from her hands and fastened the antique bronze chain around her neck.<br />
"Thank you." A real smile met her lips. She hadn't felt this content since before she died. He had a way of making her feel special. Had he done that with all his students or just her? She hadn't noticed his attention on anyone else.<br />
"One last surprise." Wynter's eyes twinkled. He led the girls to the front door and opened it. Outside, waited a horse-drawn carriage. Jasper sat up front, ready to drive the coach.<br />
"Where'd you get a carriage?" Leila asked.<br />
"It wasn't being used anymore," Jasper said.<br />
Wynter offered his hand to Leila as she climbed into the carriage. He did the same for Violetta before he stepped in last.<br />
"I doubt that. There's nothing wrong with the carriage," Leila mused, staring up at the ceiling. There were no holes, no evidence that it had toppled over and been smashed against the ground.<br />
"It's what was wrong with the owners," Wynter said and sat back in the carriage beside Leila. "They died."<br />
"Oh," Leila said, and the carriage jolted forward. The horses' hooves thumped against grass. "Jasper, did you steal this carriage from a reap?"<br />
"I don't think he can hear you." Wynter grinned. "Yeah, he may have borrowed it. It's not like the guy will be needing it again. Besides, you can't arrive at the ball riding a horse. It would look unsophisticated. Trust me, we'd never get in."<br />
Leila sighed. She hadn't thought about their arrival. "Just tonight. Then we return the carriage." She didn't want to risk the royal council finding out what they were up to. Not only were they crashing a ball, but they were also stealing from the dead. Were there any rules left that Leila hadn't broken?<br />
"Are you nervous?" Wynter nudged her thigh with his leg.<br />
"Why would I be?" Her knee bounced anxiously as her fingers twitched against her lap. She'd been trying to convince herself all afternoon that it was no big deal, Mara wouldn't recognize her.<br />
"No reason at all." Wynter smiled. "We're going out tonight to have fun."<br />
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Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.<br />
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<b>A GIFTED ACADEMY DUET</b><br />
Weak.<br />
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Freak.<br />
Those are the words used to describe me. I’m an Idol who can’t see, and in this savage world where power is everything, being born with a disability makes me an aberration. Idols are the direct descendants of the gods. We’re supposed to be perfect.<br />
My parents kept me protected behind walls most of my life. They fear I won’t survive in the real world. They have no idea what kind of power runs through my veins.<br />
Stephan Silverstone—the most perfect Idol I’ve ever met—does. He’s cocky, annoying, and pushes my buttons like no other. But he sees me, the real person behind all the preconceived notions. Without effort, he’s breaking all my barriers; he’s claiming my heart.<br />
When I’m with him, sparks fly. I want to be reckless and forget everything. If only things were that simple. We’re both keeping dangerous secrets that could tear us apart. War is coming, and I’m not sure if what we have will survive.<br />
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The crowd is clamoring, calling my name. I can feel the vibration of their loud voices and violent energy from the locker room. I’m alone here. After so many victories in the pit, I’ve earned the right to privacy. Little butterflies flutter savagely in my belly. I’m not nervous; these are just the jitters before a performance. I curl my hands into fists, letting the power of my invisible chains run freely through my veins like a surge of electricity.<br />
For a fleeting moment, I wonder what my parents would do if they found out their precious disabled daughter is fighting against the meanest and strongest Idols in the biggest underground tournament in Hawk City. They’d probably have a heart attack. For starters, my family is one of the most prominent and wealthiest in the country. We don’t mingle with the lower classes.<br />
I snort.<br />
Yes, they’d be appalled, but mostly they’d be worried sick. Despite me being a high-level Idol, they think I’m defenseless thanks to my blindness. They know nothing about me, but they never made the effort either.<br />
I push thoughts of my parents to the side and focus on the here and now. I’m the current champion in the pit, and as such, I’ll only step foot in the small arena when all fights are done. This is something new that management implemented. I’m facing whoever wins the rounds.<br />
A smile blossoms on my lips as I remember my first time here. They thought I was an easy target. My disability was all they could see, never mind that I didn’t try to conceal my powers then. Strategy was not in my mind that first night. It didn’t matter. The fight was over before I could break a sweat.<br />
Heavy steps approach from outside my locker room. It’s Dick Santos, the arena’s manager.<br />
He knocks once before he opens the door. “It’s time.”<br />
I jump to my feet, shaking my arms to loosen up. “Who am I fighting tonight?”<br />
“The Boulder. Mean fella. Level fourteen. He can con—”<br />
“Let me guess. Rocks?” I raise an eyebrow.<br />
“Yeah, and he’s faster than most despite his size.”<br />
“What are the odds?” I stretch my arms.<br />
“Six to one.”<br />
“Six to one? That’s it?”<br />
“In his favor,” Dick continues.<br />
My jaw drops, and it’s not an act. I’m genuinely offended. “You’re kidding, right?”<br />
“Nope. Our little performance last night worked. You’re the underdog again. But don’t worry, kid. He’s got nothing on you.” Dick puts his hand on my shoulder, which I promptly push off.<br />
“I’m not worried. I’m pissed.”<br />
He laughs from deep in his belly, grating on my nerves. “I’m not. Tonight, I’m making bank.”<br />
<em>Yeah, you and the guys.</em><br />
I stride out of the room, focusing on the fire burning in the pit of my stomach. What did The Boulder do to make people think he can beat me? I only received a couple of hits yesterday from Stone Man, and that was because Dick told me to.<br />
It doesn’t matter. I’ll show them.<br />
The two security guys at the end of the corridor tense when they see me approach. It’s funny how I can pick up subtle changes in people more easily than those who aren’t visually impaired. Without missing a beat, they open the double doors for me. I usually take a deep breath to get rid of the jitters. Not tonight though. I’m more than ready to do some damage.<br />
When I step out, the crowd roars, “Blind Fury! Blind Fury!”<br />
I don’t bask in the glory. Only one out of six think I have a chance to win. I’m surrounded by traitors everywhere.<br />
There’s only one person I can trust.<br />
Me.<br />
Dick announces my name as the defending champion, and once again, people go wild. But when he mentions the name of my opponent, the cheers are louder. I search for Leroy and Ezekiel in the crowd, my fan club. It’s easy to locate them as I’m already familiar with their auras. At least they aren’t rooting for the other guy.<br />
I let my chains loose so I can get a sense of The Boulder but keep them invisible for now. That’s how I see the world, through my chains. They pick up on the vibrations of everything around me: people, objects, obstacles. It’s not a perfect view, but it’s better than being completely in the dark. Quickly, I understand why the majority of those present think I’m going to lose. My opponent is massive, almost seven feet tall, and packing muscles. Now I know where his stage name comes from.<br />
“This is the famous Blind Fury?” He laughs. “I don’t know how I feel about fighting a helple—”<br />
I shoot my right chain out, wrapping it around his throat and cutting his tirade off. He chokes, clutching at the links in a vain attempt to break free.<br />
“You were saying?” I yank the chain hard, bringing the cocky idiot to his knees.<br />
Dick remains outside the ring. The first thing he told me when I stepped into the pit for the first time was that there were no rules. Losers can either forfeit, pass out, or die, and the choice always relies on the victor. The Boulder’s grunts tell me he must be getting purple by now. I could easily kill him, and no one would think less of me. On the contrary, the crowd would love me more. I’m tempted, and my chains are as bloodthirsty as I am.<br />
<em>This is not who you are, Andy. </em><br />
At the last moment, I retract them. There’s a collective gasp of disappointment.<br />
The Boulder is still coughing as he staggers back to his feet. But instead of leaving the pit, he pulls all his energy to his core. He’s going to attack again, even though the fight’s pretty much over. Son of a bitch. Some people just don’t know when to give up.<br />
Strong vibrations concentrate around the man just before the floor cracks right under my feet. A huge mass forms in front of him. The fucker created a rock, which he launches in my direction. I have ample time to move out of the way, but I hold my ground. My chains form a protective circle around me, and in the next second comes the sound of rock shattering.<br />
“What the fuck is that?” he asks, shocked.<br />
I can’t tell exactly what he’s seeing, but when my chains are in full display, awe is the most common reaction I get. They must look badass.<br />
He doesn’t get another chance to attack before I send both chains in his direction. One pierces his right thigh, and the other wraps around his body, squeezing him in a bone-crushing hold.<br />
“Aargh! My leg. What did you do to me, bitch?”<br />
Slowly, I walk in his direction, stopping when I’m in front of his collapsed form. “You should have forfeited when you had the chance.”<br />
“Never. I’d rather die.”<br />
It’s the first time I’ve faced someone with a death wish. I’d never truly considered killing anyone for sport, but today, the temptation is huge.<br />
“Careful, buddy. I’m feeling quite murderous tonight.”<br />
My chains squeeze him until the first crack of bone breaking echoes in the pit. The Boulder screams and curses, but he won’t relent. I won’t have a choice. If I don’t kill him, I’ll never be allowed back. The crowd will boo me out of the pit, if they don’t do something worse like ask for my head.<br />
Suddenly, there’s no more resistance coming from him. <em>Ah fuck. Did I kill him?</em> I listen closely, something hard to do when everyone around is talking and cheering. Then I hear it, the faint sound of his breathing. He’s not dead, simply passed out. Relief washes over me, but I can’t let anyone see. Maintaining the cold mask, I pull away and walk over to my side of the pit.<br />
Dick tsks as he joins me in the ring. When his attention diverts to me, I sense the difference in his demeanor. He’s beaming, probably counting his profits already.<br />
“What an evening, am I right, folks?” he addresses the crowd.<br />
They respond with cheers and hollers.<br />
“How about we make it even more exciting?”<br />
The yelling goes up a notch, making me wince. Sometimes having enhanced hearing is a curse.<br />
“Blind Fury has remained undefeated for five weeks straight. I’m doubling tonight’s grand prize. If there’s anyone here brave enough to challenge her, come forward now.”<br />
Immediately, the noise lowers until only murmurs can be heard. I frown, glowering in Dick’s general direction. I didn’t agree to a final challenge. It’s not that I can’t do it. It’s the fucking principle. I’m not his bitch to do as he pleases. I’d storm out of the pit if that wouldn’t brand me a coward.<br />
Minutes go by without anyone stepping forward. Dick keeps egging on the crowd. I don’t know why he wants another fight so badly, but my patience is wearing thin. I stretch my arms and fake a yawn, ready to get the fuck out of here, when I sense a familiar presence nearby. My blood runs cold. I came here to forget he exists, to unleash my wrath on strangers, wishing it was him.<br />
“I’ll do it. I challenge Blind Fury,” Stephan declares.<br />
A myriad of emotions washes over me. Rage, longing, shame.<br />
<em>Damn everything to hell. What is he doing here?</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After the devastating loss of her husband, Jenny Sweetgrass packs up her teenage daughter, Alison, and moves to Livingston, Montana, hoping for a fresh start—that is, until Ryan O’Connell knocks on her door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right now, the gorgeous Jenny isn’t too interested in making friends, but despite her cool façade, as Ryan gets to know her, he can’t fight an idiotic need to try to ease the pain he sees her trying to hide. At the same time, he knows deep down that both mother and daughter have a secret, and if he were smart, he would listen to his brother’s warning and walk away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, this has been fun,” she said. “Are you done pointing out my shortcomings, or maybe you have a few more digs you’d like to add?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He didn’t smile this time, but his gaze seemed intense, hard. “So you bought this and moved in a few weeks ago. Just you and your daughter live here? You didn’t say last night if there was a husband, boyfriend, significant other in the picture or any other kids.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She hadn’t bought the house, but she wasn’t about to share that with Ryan. “As I said, it’s just me and my daughter.” Something about kneeling in front of a man didn’t work for her, so she brushed her hands together to wipe off some non-existent dirt, pressed them to the grass, scooted her feet around, and stood up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ryan didn’t even step back. Just the scent of him made her angry, because it was too appealing. She let her arms hang to her sides even when he allowed his gaze to skim over her. It was intimate and egotistical and indecent, as if he thought looking at her was his God-given right. His arms were crossed over that amazing chest, which she’d felt skin to skin just one time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Your daughter…” he started, and she knew he was waiting for her to step in.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You mean Alison? Yes, my daughter.” She fisted her hands again and could feel her nails digging into her palms.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This time, he did smile, and he pulled his gaze over to the house. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was interrogating her. “Yeah, Alison. You have a talk with her about the noise? It’s been going on every night since you moved here. I’m assuming you’re not home at night? She’s like, what, sixteen, seventeen…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Oh, here we go.</em> The topic of Alison wasn’t open for discussion. “She’s almost fifteen, and I work afternoons, evenings. Again, I told you the noise won’t happen anymore. I know about it now, and I put my foot down.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Actually, her daughter was fourteen and three months, nowhere close to being fifteen. Regarding the stereo, Jenny had yanked the audio connection from the speaker and hid it in her underwear drawer, because her daughter hadn’t been known for her compliance as of late, as illustrated by the nose ring two weeks earlier and the jet-black hair the previous week.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Where do you work?” Ryan asked. Boy, she was really getting the sense of a full-out interrogation.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mini-mart,” she said. Counting cash in the back room and reconciling statements for the small grocery store was the only job she was qualified for, considering her late husband had been the sole breadwinner—his insistence and her mistake.</span><br />
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<strong>Welcome to Wonderland Academy. Don’t lose your head.</strong><strong> </strong><br />
<strong>Getting into Wonderland Academy is easy:</strong><br />
You must be a little mad.<br />
You must follow the white rabbit.<br />
You must find the key to enter Wonderland.<br />
You must not be named Alice or risk being beheaded by order of the Queen of Hearts.<br />
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My name may be Alice, but Wonderland Academy is everything my real life isn’t. Who wouldn’t want to learn how to ride a jabberwocky, train with a vorpal sword, cast spells using a teacup, or shapeshift into a fairy? As long as no one figures out my real name, I should be fine.<br />
The only problem? Aden, the Queen of Hearts’ son, is quickly becoming my best friend. And then there’s Corbin. Brooding, surly, tattooed, and definitely not my type, I can’t stop thinking about him. But Corbin has secrets of his own, and Wonderland and secrets don’t mix.<br />
How I’m going to pass my classes and protect my secret like my life depends on it is beyond me. But I better find a way. Because in Wonderland, no Alice is safe.<br />
<strong><em>Wonderland Academy</em></strong><strong> re-imagines the fantastical world of Lewis Carroll’s <em>Alice in Wonderland</em> for a fresh, new adventure. Combining whimsy, magic, and a splash of steampunk, New York Times best-selling author Melanie Karsak invites you into this beautifully re-envisioned fairy tale adventure.</strong><br />
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<em>Trigger Warning:</em> This novel also includes references to a school shooting.</blockquote>
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Setting my bag in a chair by the window, I pulled on my coat. It was pouring. Drops rolled down the windowpane, distorting the view of the sidewalk below. As I pulled my jacket on, however, I noticed someone on the sidewalk below. He was looking up at the window. I couldn’t make him out clearly, but from what I could see, he was wearing some kind of period costume and a top hat. He had long, pale blond hair that almost looked white.<br />
“You all think I’m a lunatic? There’s some guy standing outside in the rain in a Victorian get-up and top hat.”<br />
“What?” Mom asked. “What are you talking about?”<br />
“I don’t know. Just some rando guy standing in the rain,” I said then turned, zipped up my coat, and grabbed the bag.<br />
Nurse Gilman stepped to the window and looked outside. “It’s really coming down,” she said, eyeing the sky. She then strained her neck to the left and right. “Your mystery man must have gone back inside.”<br />
“He was right there,” I said.<br />
A sick feeling rocked my stomach. No, no, no. He was there. Dammit, he really was there. I edged toward the window and looked outside. I was right. The man was standing right there, looking up at the window.<br />
He waved at me.<br />
“Where?” Nurse Gilman asked, looking up and down the sidewalk.<br />
“There,” I said, motioning hesitantly.<br />
“I must have missed him,” Nurse Gilman said with a shrug.<br />
I stared at the man.<br />
He waved again.<br />
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.<br />
“Yeah,” I said. “Maybe they’re doing a show in the children’s wing or something,” I muttered then turned from the window.<br />
I didn’t want Nurse Gilman to see my face.<br />
Mom, however, caught my eye. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she gave me a hard look.<br />
I dropped her gaze.<br />
I absolutely, positively, did not want to have <em>that</em> conversation on the way home.<br />
“I’m ready,” I told Mom.<br />
“Good. Let’s get you the hell out of here.”<br />
“Be well,” Nurse Gilman said. She motioned to the nurses’ station. The door to the waiting room unlocked with a click. Nurse Gilman motioned to us that we were free to go.<br />
Mom and I headed down the dim hallway of the fifth-floor psych ward. The narrow hall felt like it was a million miles long. It wasn’t until we were safely inside the elevator that I finally exhaled.<br />
“Your phone,” Mom said, handing it to me.<br />
I had a few missing calls, messages from old friends, but there wasn’t anyone I wanted to talk to anyway. I stared at the screensaver, which had a picture of Nicholas and me. The photo had been taken just before homecoming, before everything went to shit. We’d gone for a hike that day. The autumn leaves in the background were bright orange and burnt red. We were both bundled up, our cheeks red, faces pressed together. We’d spent the entire hike planning a future that would never come to pass.<br />
I turned off my phone and stuck it in my pocket.<br />
Mom punched the elevator button for the ground floor.<br />
I kept my eyes on the lights above the door, praying Mom wouldn’t ask anything.<br />
It wasn’t until we’d passed the second floor that Mom whispered, “Lacey, are you seeing—”<br />
“I’m fine. Really. I’m fine.”<br />
She didn’t answer, which told me she knew well-enough I was not fine.<br />
They’d been popping up in my periphery more frequently for the last two weeks. People who were there then not there. Flickers of light. Shadows that whispered. Otherworldy shapes. Their presence wasn’t anything new to me. While I was more prone to see them during times of stress, they’d been there all my life. I knew that if I really looked, I’d see them. It was better to ignore them.<br />
A mermaid had taught me that.<br />
Mom and I headed to the front of the hospital. I couldn’t wait to get away from the terrible hospital smell. A weird mix of the scents of bleach, chrysanthemums, green beans, and Band-Aids perfumed the place. It was enough to make a person gag.<br />
Raining or not, I was relieved when the hospital doors opened. I inhaled the sweet scent of the rain-soaked air. Mom’s rusted-out Mustang sat waiting just outside.<br />
“Okay. Let‘s run for it,” Mom called, and we sprinted to the car.<br />
Holding my plastic bag above my head, I ran, flinging open the door of the vehicle. But just before I climbed inside, I cast a glance down the sidewalk.<br />
The man was still standing there. He pulled something from his pocket and tapped on it. He waved to me, a broad smile on his face.<br />
“Lacey, you’re letting the rain in,” Mom yelled.<br />
I slipped into the car, slamming the door behind me.<br />
Mom revved the engine then drove off, her nineties rock springing to life. I leaned forward and clicked off the music. The last thing I needed was the dulcet tones of Nirvana shouting at me post suicide watch.<br />
Sighing, I leaned back into the seat and closed my eyes.<br />
Why was I seeing <em>them</em> again?<br />
The white-haired man had been pointing at a pocket watch. A pocket watch.<br />
What in the hell did that mean?<br />
I hadn’t meant to kill myself.<br />
Not this time.<br />
It figured. On the morning I’d been discharged from the psych ward, I was beginning to lose my mind.<br />
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Natalie @ Book Lovers Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10137224346386186469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854682670588024540.post-626002449079634372019-06-18T08:00:00.000+01:002019-06-18T08:00:01.837+01:00Skin Hunter by Tania Hutley Book Blitz and Giveaway! <div style="margin: 0 auto 15px; text-align: center;">
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<b>Skin Hunter <br />Tania Hutley <br />Publication date: June 18th 2019<br />Genres: Dystopian, Science Fiction, Young Adult</b><br />
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She didn’t want to do it… But she was desperate.<br />
Trying to escape the dangerous streets of Old Triton, the buried city, Milla takes the ultimate risk<br />
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Tania Hutley is a USA Today bestselling author who loves sci fi movies and wishes she lived in the Whedon-verse.<br />
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Natalie @ Book Lovers Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10137224346386186469noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854682670588024540.post-37872157081390943742019-06-16T11:01:00.000+01:002019-06-16T11:01:30.315+01:00A Knight Of The Blood by Kenneth W. Barber<div style="margin: 0 auto 15px; text-align: center;">
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<strong>A Knight Of The Blood</strong><br />
<strong>Kenneth W. Barber </strong><br />
Publication date: June 16th 2019<br />
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy<br />
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Griffin, an expert wise-ass, has never experienced true horror until his father is killed by a foul beast that certainly seems like but is, apparently, not a werewolf—according to the knight who saves him from the same fate, anyway. He’s also never met a real knight before. Or had superhuman speed. Or strength. Or met his soul mate. Who knew the capacity for it all was in his blood all along?<br />
Encountering the ancient Order of the Guardians and taking his place a defender against creatures of darkness awakens Griffin to a host of experiences, both human and supernatural—and often unnerving. Between monsters, psychotic enemies, and secretive knights, can Griffin and the rest of the Order hold back evil…or even survive?</blockquote>
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Kenneth W. Barber was born in the small town of LaGrange, GA where he spent his childhood intrepidly exploring universes. He has been pirate and wizard, starship captain and spy, king and pauper, knight and monster. Now he creates universes of his own for other travelers to explore. He uses words as weapons in his quest to elevate the Oxford to the King of Commas. He writes to bring joy and adventure to others, hoping they realize that no matter how different they may feel that they are in fact members of a larger community. His lifelong love of the written word inevitably resulted in writing stories of his own. Books have been special to him his entire life and he hopes his work might ignite a passion for reading, or writing, in others. When not writing or reading his hobbies include Nerd Culture, movies, music, and Gracie Jiu Jitsu.<br />
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<b><i>A young woman with a secret heritage. A man who made a deal with the devil. And an academy where the students are just as dangerous as the demons …</i></b><br />
<b>Erin</b><br />
I’ve been kept from the truth all my life. Demons walk the earth, and I’m destined to slay them–I only wish I hadn’t lost someone I loved while discovering that truth.<br />
Now the demons are after me. The only way to stay alive is to attend an academy for demon hunters–a school where I’ll learn how to kill supernaturals and slay the underworld’s minions. But I still feel there are secrets I’m not being told …<br />
<b>Rey</b><br />
I sold my soul to save my family–and lost everything because of it. Now I’m a slave to the underworld, a fake hunter with half-demon blood.<br />
I’ve been sent on a special assassination mission. If I fail, it means my life. But protecting Erin soon becomes more important than any other task, and there’s something about her that tells me her arrival at the academy will change everything …<br />
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While USA Today Bestselling Author Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in North Carolina and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What would you do if you were at a bus terminal waiting for your bus when a sudden and mysterious fog surrounds the place and shadowy silhouettes with glowing green eyes can be seen throughout it? That's what happens to the people inside the Terminal. They are all waiting to go to their destinations when the fog comes, then the electronics and lights go haywire and a message appears on their phones...... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What follows was an intense, creepy and twisty read. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I read and loved this authors previous book, Predators, so was excited to dive into this one as it sounded awesome! Well it was and then some. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The plot of this was creepy and kept me turning the pages as quickly as I could. It's starts off slowly because we are being introduced to a variety of characters and need to get to know them a bit, but then the fog comes and things get interesting and incredibly intense inside the Terminal. As the plot progresses the author adds element after element to spice up the story, and when you think you have things figured out, he throws in something else to throw you off the pace. Then bam, you get to the end and it's not at all what you thought it was and you just stare for a second and think whoa. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All the characters were well written and developed, and there are quite a few of them! But they were needed in order to create the tension and anticipation. There is the ticket lady and her daughter, a cop, a gangster, a married couple, a woman looking for fame, a boy on the spectrum and I think that's it. I did make a note of all their names so I could keep track of who was who. We have Mary, Taylor, Paul, Shelly, Adam, Jesus, Clarice, Ken, Bella and Jeremy. We get to see a bit of their backgrounds and it was easy to connect to them all. Again, the author makes you think you know a person but then throws a spanner into the mix and you think, whoa!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And Whoa pretty much sums up the book. While reading that word kept popping into my head at certain times and I had to put the book down in order to absorb what was happening. It was a roller coaster of a read and I highly recommend you check it out. Be prepared to want to read the whole thing at once though, because the suspense will have you on the edge of your seat. </span><br />
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In 16th-century England, two teenage best friends find themselves on an exciting journey from the country to the Queen’s court in the hope of being named ladies-in-waiting. But Sybille and Rose soon discover they aren’t the only girls who have their sights set on attending Her Majesty. The girls must compete against worldly and cunning opponents, among them mean-girl Avis and her entourage of back-stabbing co-horts, tipping the balance in their already-tenuous friendship.<br />
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They were gorgeous, even as they sneered and giggled and pointed at Rose and Sybille. Unblemished faces, perfectly coiffed hair, and the most fashionable clothes. The men had trimmed goatees, starched linen ruffs, and wide shoulders that tapered sexily to narrow hips. The women’s painted eyes and lips were framed by long hair banded by strips of jewels. Their gowns—so different than the old-fashioned ones of Gordonsrod—had low, square-cut necklines and a framework that pushed out the dress around the buttocks, emphasizing their figures.<br />
It was everything that Sybille had always wanted. But not like this. Humiliation drove into her like a punch as the stuff of her dreams reconfigured into her worst nightmare.<br />
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Author Bill Doyle was born in Michigan, and wrote his first mystery at the age of eight. He has gone on to write critically acclaimed and bestselling children's books, including stories of real-life war heroes in "Behind Enemy Lines: True Stories of Amazing Courage"; the pick-your-own-adventure "Worst Case Scenario Ultimate Adventure: Everest"; the historical fiction mystery series Crime Through Time; the Henry & Keats series including "Attack of the Shark-Headed Zombie"; the Scream Team series about Bad News Bears-type monsters playing sports; and soon-to-be released series "The Prizewinners of Piedmont Place."<br />
Additionally, Bill has served as editor at Sesame Workshop, TIME for Kids and SI Kids. He's written for LeapFrog, Weekly Reader, Rolling Stone, Comedy Central, National Geographic Kids, and the American Museum of Natural History. He is a graduate of Georgetown University and holds an MFA in Dramatic Writing from the film school at New York University where he was taught by the likes of Arthur Miller and David Mamet.<br />
Bill lives with two dachshund-headed canines in New York City, and you can visit him online at www.BillDoyleBooks.com.<br />
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Centuries ago, the royal house of witches in Vernanthia split into two factions: House Cambridge and House Montgomery. These two houses warred with each other for an age, causing widespread bloodshed and death. Those without magic—the Nulls—suffered the most. One day, a favored daughter of the Nulls was slain. With her dying breath, she cursed the covens to know no peace until love was possible between the houses.<br />
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“Go talk to her already.”<br />
I jumped at the sound of Toby’s voice, who was grinning at me so much, I could see the white of his teeth.<br />
“Go talk to her already,” he repeated, inclining his head toward the person I’d been staring at. “You’ve been standing there staring at her for quite a while. It’s starting to get weird.”<br />
“I haven’t been staring,” I said with not much conviction as I took a large gulp of my ale.<br />
“Yes, you have. Now is the perfect opportunity to go and ask her to dance. Considering she’s been eyeballing you when she thinks no one is looking, I do not think she will refuse you. Besides, I’m pretty certain the gorgeous creature beside her is the future queen of the Cambridge coven. You go romance her attack dog. Leave the princess to me.”<br />
There was a hint of menace in his tone, a wolfish smile on his face. I put a hand on Toby’s arm. “We will not insult Ashbridge’s invitation by waging war here. It is horrid enough that we are stealing under his nose. Promise me, Toby. No bloodshed here.”<br />
“Unless provoked, my Prince, there will be no bloodshed.”<br />
I lift my arm from Toby’s as the seriousness fled his features. “Now, go get the girl.”<br />
He pushed me forward and I almost stumbled in the dim light, causing me to glare at him for a moment before I rolled my shoulders and prayed that I don’t make an absolute fool of myself. My heart thundered like a drum as I made my way toward the girl, noticing that her eyes were the same color as her dress. My palms were sweating, and I licked my lips to try and rid myself of the dryness.<br />
I stood a mere breath away from her when she turned in my direction, and I could not find the words to speak. Her companion, the girl Toby thought to be the Cambridge heir, giggled, even as Auggie chuckled, a dash of mischief in his eyes. But I blocked them out, my steely focus on the girl with the green eyes and a smile made of sunshine.<br />
“I was wondering, M’lady, if you would dance with me?” I held out my hand, trying to ignore the tremble.<br />
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Susan Harris is a writer from Cork in Ireland.<br />
An avid reader, she quickly grew to love books in the supernatural/fantasy and Dystopian genre. She writes books for young adults and adults alike.<br />
When she is not writing or reading, she loves music, oriental cultures, tattoos, creepy snow globes, DC shoes, stationary, anything Disney, Marvel movies, psychology and far too many TV shows. If she wasn't a writer, she would love to be a FBI profiler or a PA for Dave Grohl or Jared Leto.<br />
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<strong>It’s hardly a fair race when you’re racing against time.</strong><br />
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Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head - in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.<br />
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