New Release~Corrupted Enchantment: When Fairy Tales Collide

It’s Tuesday and it feels like Friday. It is just one of those weeks. Today I am featuring C. Penticoff’s New Release: Corrupted Enchantment in a special Book Spotlight. Check it out below.

Corrupted Enchantment:
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Fans of Once Upon A Time will be obsessed with this series!

WHEN FAIRY TALES COLLIDE
Welcome to Enchantia, where all your favorite fairy tale characters live happily ever after… That is, until a dark spell takes over the land. 

Robin Hood: Everyone at school seemed to be scared of me. What? Had they never met someone who’d been in jail before? Whatever. I liked it that way. I didn’t need friends. I just needed to be left alone so I could get back to what I was supposed to be doing… Stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Something was getting in the way of my usual goal though. There seemed to be a spell looming about, and I knew exactly who was responsible for it– Presidential candidate, Rumpelstiltskin. 
There was also the Peter Pan problem. Now that I was back, I could tell he wanted to approach me, but there was nothing he could have done to make me forgive him. He could bat his pretty little eyes all he wanted. The ultimate betrayal wasn’t something I took lightly.

Rumpelstiltskin: I didn’t care what the three fates said about that filthy little brat, Robin Hood, being my undoing. I would spill her blood to change that destiny. Now that I had the power of the Presidency in my palms, I wouldn’t let anything stop me from achieving what I set out to do.

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C. Penticoff

Screen Shot 2019-09-29 at 3.58.10 PMC. Penticoff has always considered herself a dreamer in a world with a million opportunities.

She recalls her dream of being an author starting at the ripe age of nine years old, when a published author visited her school and empowered her to reach for the stars. It was then she realized her ability to write a great story could be something that made her shine in a world full of bright lights.

C. Penticoff began writing her first full length novel when she was 12 years old, and finally published the new and improved story September of 2017.

C. Penticoff lives in the Pacific Northwest with her two sons and husband. They are in the process of building a tiny home for their family.

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Book Spotlight: Crossroads

I have been struggling lately with getting all my posts up for the week. This post was suppose to go out the other day. But, I am going to share it today. Today I am going to feature TJ DuBois and EL DuBois book, Crossroads. Check it out below.


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I am broken
I am lost
The damage cannot be undone…

Tyler “Twitch” Matthews is “the words”, but when tragedy strikes, he loses “the music”
To the world he is just the sexy “blue-eyed” bad boy
Notorious for embracing all the perks of being a rock star…
Money, women, drugs, partying, and fame…
But, none of it will bring back his music…
Behind the facade this “rock star” is quickly unraveling…
Plagued by the songs of his youth, and on the brink of insanity,
Twitch finds himself standing at a crossroads…and in dire need for a return to his roots

Gia Gibson is a dark-haired beauty barely holding together the pieces of her ordinary life.
After a devastating loss dramatically changes her future….she finds herself at a crossroads
Her every waking moment devoted to keeping the family business afloat.
One upside to being so busy…no room for anything else…
Until “he” walks into her life and his words ignite her melody…
Love…guilt…grief…broken souls…passion…and a crossroads…

Sounds like the beginnings of an unforgettable journey…or an epic love song

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About the Authors

Screenshot_20190926-185659_ChromeTJ DuBois

T.J. DuBois was born and raised in Texas. He is a member of the United States Navy which has enabled him to travel the world and see many beautiful places. He has had two tours of duty and is a Veteran of three wars.
He is happily married to his wife author E.L. DuBois. The couple enjoy writing projects together and separately. When they are not writing or raising their beautiful daughter T.J. enjoys listening to live music, and is an advocate for local bands. He is also an avid reader and enjoys being outdoors swimming or taking care of the menagerie of furry critters he and his wife have accumulated.

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EL DuBois is a NYT, WSJ, USA Today Best Selling & Award Winning Author.
She was born and raised in Texas where she still lives today surrounded by her amazing family, and menagerie of fur babies. She loves to travel, has seen many beautiful places, and can not wait to see more. Erica is an avid artist, music lover, and reader. She is a Southern Belle at heart with a passion for red soled shoes, a good romance novel, and LV bags. When Erica is not writing she can be found enjoying a beautiful life with her loved ones.

Erica’s personal experiences with domestic violence have made her an advocate, and supporter of great causes facing victims of any harassment or abuse. It is her greatest wish that no one ever has to suffer the traumas she endured, and that justice be brought for all those who have. These experiences have made her appreciate life, laughter, and love. She is a believer in positive attitude, positive actions, and paying it forward. Her motto is “do good things with no expectations, and life has a way of bringing goodness back to you”.

In the end, Beauty and the Princess found their Knight in Shinning Armor. They now live happy healthy lives with the support of this wonderful man.

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Book Spotlight: Hunting Briar

Welcome to another awesome Sunday. The dreaded Monday is just around the corner and I got a special treat to dull the pain of tomorrow. Today I am featuring Fantasy author Katie Holland’s latest book, ‘Hunting Briar’. She was even nice enough to give us a sneak peek. Check it out below.

An Excerpt

Prologue

I wanted out. I hated the things my mother and her coven were doing. The death and destruction were just too much for me to handle. I wasn’t like them, but I had to pretend to be so they wouldn’t suspect that I wanted to leave. All I had to do was survive another few hours. When I turned eighteen, the magic they used to track me would be gone, and they couldn’t stop me from leaving then. I knew they would search for me, but I wasn’t going to let them find me.

Being the most powerful witch born in a century, they wanted to use my power for their purposes, but there was no way I was going to let that happen. I would die before I let them use me for their evil plans. I had a plan in place and there was less than twenty-four hours before I was free. Nothing was going to stop me.

I know I was being watched constantly. But I had a distraction in place that was sure to get their attention. It was going to be my only hope of escape.

The entire Moon coven was preparing for the celebration of my birthday. It was going to start at midnight, and then at the exact time of my birth, I was supposed to become a full-fledged member of the coven. That was not going to happen.

My mother had picked the spot for this event. We were in the middle of the woods that was owned by the coven. We’d had many celebrations here, so I was familiar with the area, which was going to be a big help. While the rest of the coven was busy doing whatever my mother told them to, I was busy preparing my distraction. It was going to take a lot on my part to pull it off, and hopefully, luck was going to be on my side.

When I thought I was prepared enough, I came out of my hiding spot and found my mother.

“Briar,”she said tersely, “where have you been? There are things you need to do for your ceremony. Hurry up and get them done.”

“Yes mother,” I said. It was my standard response.

My mother was the head of our coven and no one ever said no to her. She was a powerful air element witch, and if someone disobeyed her, they usually found themselves swept up by the wind. Sometimes we saw them again and sometimes we didn’t.

That was one of the reasons I wanted to leave. I was nothing like my mother and I was afraid that if I stayed, I would turn into her– only a more powerful version.

I went to the tent that had been set up for me to prepare for the ceremony. I went through the motions of doing what my mother asked. I had to make it seem like I was excited about joining the coven in case anyone checked on me, but I was actually using that time to go through my mental checklist.

I knew it was almost time when my cousin came to the tent to help me. The ceremony required me to be naked, which was actually no big deal for me. A lot of our ceremonies required it and it was a normal part of how I grew up. My cousin was painting the symbols on me that my mother required, Air, Water, Earth, and Fire. I was able to control all four elements, which was extremely rare. That’s what made me special.

When she was done, she left me to go join the rest of the coven. I could already hear the chanting and knew it wouldn’t be long before I was summoned to the circle. I took a deep breath, I was ready. It was time to start my distraction.

Closing my eyes, I pictured a storm rolling in. I was trying to make it look as natural as possible, so no one suspected it was me. I heard the wind pick up and knew I was successful.

“Briar, it’s time,” my mother said, from outside the tent.

I walked out and smiled at the feel of the coming storm. Of course, my mother thought I was smiling at her, and I let her think that.

“Briar,”she said, “I can’t wait to have you by my side as a full member of this coven. I know you’ll do us proud.”

I just nodded. If only she knew what I was thinking. She’d lock me up forever. Good thing I was able to keep her out of my head.

We walked over to the group of women who I had grown up with. I didn’t think I was going to miss any of them when I left. It’s possible that some of them used to be good people, but my mother had corrupted them all.

The closer we got to the rest of the coven, the stronger the wind was getting, but luckily no one seemed to notice. My mother and I walked through the women and into the center of the circle. Then she started the ceremony.

“Friends and fellow witches, it is with great honor that tonight we make my daughter a full member of this glorious Moon Coven.”

I tuned out the next part, because it was time to make my escape. Thunder rumbled in the distance and my hair blew in the wind. I stood there and willed the storm to intensify. That part was easy. Making it look like I wasn’t concentrating on the storm was the hard part.

I saw my mother pull out the dagger. It was now or never. That dagger was created with very dark magic, and once she cut me with that thing, I would be hers forever.

Lightning started to strike all around us, breaking trees in half and starting a few fires. Then the wind and rain started. The rain was so heavy, I could barely see my hand in front of my face. The tornado strength winds were so strong, I saw a few witches get blown away and the rest started trying to find a place to hide. Everyone scattered, except for my mother. She stood her ground and looked me directly in the eye.

“This is your doing Briar,” she yelled at me, over the sounds of the storm.

“Yes,” I yelled back. “I will never be part of this evil you’ve created. Goodbye, mother.”

My mother started to come after me, so I sent a bolt of lightning straight into her. It hit and she flew back about ten feet. Since she was an air element witch, it wouldn’t kill her, but it did knock her unconscious, and that was what I needed.

I didn’t know how long I had, so I ran. I left the storm raging out of control. I needed to wash away any evidence of what direction I was going. I ran to the place I’d stashed my clothes and money, and kept on running through the woods. I had to get as far away from there as possible.

As I ran, I felt a sense of freedom I’d never known before. I was no longer under the control of my mother. It was time for me to be who I was meant to be.


The Book

417EBtqb0nLBorn the most powerful witch in a century, Briar’s power is potentially limitless. With her mother coveting her power, Briar will do anything to stop her mother from using it for her own evil purposes. On Briar’s eighteenth birthday she manages to escape the coven she was raised in. She spends the next two years on the run, hiding her power and hoping her mother doesn’t find her.

Mystic Haven, Louisiana was supposed to be just another stop, but she was offered a job at the nearby school for witches and warlocks. Since Waverly Academy placed the security of it’s staff and students as their top priority she felt safe enough to stay. Briar slowly let her guard down and allowed people into her circle. With the help of her best friend and new boyfriend she begins to find out who she really is. But will living as her true self allow mother find her and drag her back into the life she wants nothing to do with?

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The Author

Web Resolution Headshots-4Author of Young Adult and Romance books. If Katie’s not writing you can find her reading, cooking or baking for her family. Her love of writing goes back to elementary school and her love of books goes back even farther than that. She takes inspiration from the everyday and lets her imagination take over. She loves seeing new places and enjoying what nature has to offer.

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Bridge of the Gods

Today I am featuring a book spotlight on C.J. Rose’s book ‘Bridge of the Gods’. She even shared a sneak peek too. So, please enjoy this feature and if you like it then please go snatch up a copy. Happy reading. 🙂

Excerpt

I close my eyes and try to imagine what it is that made my father gain the strength to follow through with what he needed to do. I’m not someone who prays, but this night I will. I drop upon my knees and let the cool breeze blow across my face. The smell of the animals mixed with that of night brings my senses alive for the first time. I stretch my hands out to my sides and open my palms to take it all in.

Gently, I feel the caress of someone’s hand insert into mine. Not looking up to see who it is, I slowly close my fingers around the soft instruments that are her fingers.

Just by the sound of her breathing I know exactly who it is. There is no way I’m ever letting her go, so together we kneel here, and one by one I can feel the presence of the Gods kneeling with me and joining hands.

It is then that I know what it is that my father had…Love. The courage doesn’t just come from him; it comes from everywhere, everyone, and everything. With that recollection, I stay there for only a moment more. When I open my eyes, I know the scene that I will see. Laid there before me are 7 of the most important people in my life at this moment. It makes me sad to know that this may be the last time that I will ever see this world again.

Slowly letting go of Gwen’s hand, I rise to face them all. “I need you to tell me what you overheard Aphrodite.”

Batting her lashes at Hephe she responds with one word. “Death.”

“What do you mean death?” I ask in shock as the others mumble amongst themselves.

“She plans to kill anyone who stands in her way. We may not as easily be threatened, but I fear that the lives of you and your guardian are in danger.”

“Tell me something we don’t know.” Enters Apollo’s saucy tone.

I let Aphrodite’s words sink in for just a second before making up my mind that it will not stop me. With one deep breath, I look at Hephe and let the two words roll off my tongue. “I’m ready.”


The Book

51NaX-pOxqL***BRIDGE OF THE GODS***
Move over Percy Jackson; Luthor McAlester is here. Bridge of the Gods, the first book in the Generation Chronicles series, follows Luthor McAlester, a teenage boy living in San Diego, California. His father, dying when he was a child, left him to become man of the house, to care for his mother and younger sister. On his 18th birthday he discovers a power that has been held dormant until now; unsure what to do with it in the absence of his father’s guidance. His best friend Gwen, who claims to be oblivious, knows more than she is telling. With just the help of his best friend, can Luthor figure out how to use his power and help the Gods like they ask? Or will the lack of guidance from his father prove to be more than Luthor can handle? Click the link below to find out.

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The Author

I am RoseAnn Labriola, penning as C.J. Rose. C. J. Rose resides in Central Illinois; originally from just south of Chicago. The passion for writing took root in high school where she began writing song lyrics and poetry. C.J. found her inspiration from other fantasy and YA novels such as Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Chronicles of Narnia, and more. On top of literature, Rose has a keen love for all things nerdy and sci-fi. On a quiet night, you can find her curled up with an episode of Doctor Who, Arrow, Firefly, and more. C. J. also belongs to a theatre organization KVTA. The devotion to musicals and theatre has led her to be a part of over 10 shows as an actor, and over 20 as a staff person. I am a hairstylist, with a Bachelor’s degree in Business Management. I have always loved writing, whether it was poems, song lyrics or stories. I decided it was time to sit down and put my thoughts to paper of a story concept I have played with for long time. In the process, it developed into the full-length version that I am proud to call my first published book, Bridge of the Gods – A Generation Son Chronicle. Now I have 3 novels in the series as well as a companion cookbook.

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Saints and Curses

Welcome to another Saturday. Hope everyone is enjoying there weekend so far. Today I am featuring Alexis Lantgen’s book of short stories, ‘Saints and Curses’. She was nice enough to share a short sneak peek into one of the short stories that graces the interior of this awesome book. Check out ‘Grackle’ below…

An Excerpt

Grackle

20190811_130622(0)Jane wasn’t surprised when Michael pulled out his wand and brandished it at her. She had told him she wanted him to move out, and he could be volatile. After all, that’s why she wanted him to move out in the first place.
She’d come prepared. She’d chosen a restaurant known for its magical barriers and purchased a counterspell from the drugstore. The spell came with a potion that smelled like off-brand hand cream and a charm that looked like a refrigerator magnet. It had an inspirational slogan scrawled across it that read “Just believe in yourself and your dreams will materialize,” which was clearly written by someone who never remembered their dreams.
Nonetheless, the potion and the flimsy charm had given Jane enough confidence that she only stammered a little when she asked Michael to move out.
“I mean, neither of us is happy, right? It’s not about you, we’re just not good together, you know? Umm, I mean, you hate my friends, and the other day you called me boring.”
He’d said other things as well, things she found too painful to repeat out loud, but boring seemed damning enough. She plucked at her skirt beneath the table, then darted a glance in Michael’s direction to see how he was taking it.
He clenched his jaw, and he had gritted his teeth so hard she could hear them grinding. She stammered into a silence that stretched before her like an abyss.
Jane panicked. She wanted to take it all back, to tell him she didn’t mean it, that she was wrong, stupid. But his gaze weighed down on her until her tongue felt too heavy to move. A small, rebellious, suicidally stupid part of her wondered if she wanted to take it all back anyway.
When he pulled out his wand, she was relieved. That’s how it would be, then. But she had a spell he didn’t know about and he couldn’t do much in a restaurant anyway, could he? That’s why she’d chosen a public place, like her mother had always said.20190824_120742
The spell he shot at her blasted away her meager charm. The heat of it burned her face. She ducked beneath the table, scrambling away as their waitress drew her wand to settle things down. But Michael was quick. He hurled another spell at her, one hot enough to set off the sprinkler system and summon the security gargoyles. It hit Jane in the back of her knee, the one that never seemed the same after she’d twisted it freshman year.
A flash of light. Blinding pain. Then the disorienting feeling of being entirely the wrong size, and weight, and shape. She threw her hands up, but she didn’t have hands, only scraggly black wings.
Chaos surrounded her. One of the security gargoyles tackled Michael, snapping his wand in two. The police were called. The Magisterium was summoned. Jane flapped around the room. The people in the restaurant loomed over her like giants, hulking and terrifying. Some of them batted at her, shrieking. Others grabbed at her. One pulled out her tailfeather, which hurt. A breeze stirred around the room, and she saw an open window. She struggled towards it, flapping and hopping, but when she reached the windowsill, she hesitated and looked back.
“Even as a bird you’re ugly!” Michael yelled. “Fucking ugly ass grackle–I should have–” A gargoyle clamped its heavy clay hand over his mouth, or maybe punched him in the face; it was hard to tell what it intended. Jane looked out the window, felt the breeze under her wings, and glided away.
It’s not that she intended to stay a bird, forever cursed by her ex. But when she thought about going back to her and Michael’s tiny, overpriced apartment or to the dreary grey building where she worked, she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. Especially when she thought about the enormous magical med bills she’d rack up to get back her human body. She’d have to file for bankruptcy or sell herself into thralldom. And the recent economic downturn had driven down the going rate for souls.


The Book

512XHkjmB4LExplore worlds of light and dark, where magical whimsy and grim tidings alike are painted across the tapestry of human experience.
Indulge in tales of the fantastical where enchantments are bought and sold at the local corner store, your morning latte gives you special abilities, and you might just adopt a murderous, vampiric cat. Your child might be stolen away in the night and replaced with an ancient, evil creature of the fae, waves of plague-ridden vermin consume everything, and only a saint could hope to turn the tide.
These stories and more await you, if you dare to turn the page…

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The Author

IMG_20190505_102337_986Alexis Lantgen is a writer, teacher, and classical musician. She loves Renaissance Faires and all things science fiction and fantasy. Her short stories have appeared in Kzine, the Gallery of Curiosities, Phantaxis, Red Sun Magazine, and Swords and Sorcery Magazine, and she’s had nonfiction articles in Renaissance Magazine. Alexis collected many of her science fiction stories into her first book, Sapience, and many of her fantasy stories into her newest book, Saints and Curses. Alexis is on twitter @TheWiseSerpent and has been spotted once in a blue moon on Instagram, @LunarianPress. She lives with her husband, her spirited six-year-old daughter, her toddler son, and two very patient cats in Texas.

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Book Spotlight: Bending Time

Today I am featuring a sneak peek into Stephanie Ayers story exclusive to the Bending Time Anthology. Check it out below. Sounds interesting and make you want more…BT Last Man Standing

Excerpt

“Forty-four dead he’s responsible for. Forty-four, and ye say he doesn’t deserve to die? Did they deserve to die?” Allan stepped closer to her. Sadness made his face longer than it was.
“No, but he didn’t shoot them.”
Allan laughed. “How could ye know that? Ya weren’t there.”
She turned sad eyes on Kane. “My heart knows he’s innocent, and that’s good enough for me. I plan to marry that man tomorrow.”
“Without proof, what your heart knows is useless. He will hang tomorrow.”
“It’s not fair. You can’t dictate love.” She rolled tear-filled eyes at him. Her head shook as she sucked in her cheeks.
“You’ll lose your position as a Pinkerton detective if ya marry an outlaw.”
“I can’t help who I love.”
“Oh I agree, but just because ye love him doesn’t mean he’s good for you.”
“And who are you to say?” Her chin jutted forward.
Allan shook his head at her resolve. “My dear Claire. If it were anyone but him, ye’d have my blessings.”
Claire turned away defeated. “And what if he wasn’t a criminal?”
Allan laughed. He couldn’t imagine a world where Kane Shaw wasn’t a criminal. “Impossible, but okay. If he weren’t a criminal, I wouldn’t care. Ye could marry him on Sunday and divorce him on Friday, and it would mean little as long as ya did your job.”


The Book

41G0PezRpzLTime moves on.
The hands of the clock never stop – not even when the battery runs out or fate wills us to forget.
It is in the inevitable forward motion of time that we learn and try to remember.
But what happens when we go back?
Are the lessons taught or events that transpire forever altered?
What changes? What repeats? What ends and what begins?
Join us as we bend time in this multi-genre anthology in an attempt to unwind the very hands of time…

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The Author

StephStephanie Ayers is an international bestselling author who writes speculative fiction, where horror and fantasy collide. A self-proclaimed word whisperer, she is a unicorn disguised as a human living in southwestern Ohio and a member of the Ohio Writers Association. She mothers her children and avoids all things housework and zombies. When she isn’t doing any of these things, she can be found browsing thrift stores and flea markets with her husband, attending football games with her son, or binging on TV shows.
Her debut novella, Til Death Do Us Part, was published in 2013, and her work appears in several anthologies and collections, notably Absolution, Flash Fiction Addiction, and the upcoming Bending Time. She currently has two serials to her name, the stand-alone horror volumes of The 13 series and her new high fantasy, the Destiny Defined series, which debuted March 7, 2019.

Her favorite quote is: “The blank page is a canvas on which the writer paints a story.”-Stephanie Ayer

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Book Spotlight: Awaken

Today I am doing a book spotlight on Fantasy author Tanya L. Harris’ newest book, ‘Awaken’. Her first book in the series is title ‘Unbound’ and if you have grabbed book one yet you will find the link below. But, for now check out this sneak peek into book two, ‘Awaken’. Happy reading everyone :).

An Excerpt

In the anticipated next Chapter, Awaken, returns us to Tanya L. Harris’ Alderash Series.
The Darkness is growing and consuming the energies of the outer realms, building its strength and power. It knows the Triqueta cannot be allowed to come to power. The oracles have hinted at what will happen if the three siblings gain the knowledge of their ancestors and the girl ascends the throne.
Katie’s visions are growing too, she sees the atrocities of the past, the future if she doesn’t accept her birth right and the torture of her imprisoned brothers. She needs to find them before they are deemed useless by their captors.
Powers collide creating an unforeseen circumstance that forces Katie’s magic to perform unprecedented feats.
Prepare yourself for a wild ride with plenty of plot twists and turns that will leave you breathless.


The Book

41cy1cAyfeLIn the anticipated next Chapter, Awaken, returns us to Tanya L. Harris’ Alderash Series.

The Darkness is growing and consuming the energies of the outer realms, building its strength and power. It knows the Triqueta cannot be allowed to come to power. The oracles have hinted at what will happen if the three siblings gain the knowledge of their ancestors and the girl ascends the throne.

Katie’s visions are growing too, she sees the atrocities of the past, the future if she doesn’t accept her birth right and the torture of her imprisoned brothers. She needs to find them before they are deemed useless by their captors.

Powers collide creating an unforeseen circumstance that forces Katie’s magic to perform unprecedented feats.

Prepare yourself for a wild ride with plenty of plot twists and turns that will leave you breathless.

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The Author

2nd proflie imageTanya loves building new and brilliant fantasy worlds while keeping these worlds anchored in the real world. It’s a touch of urban to hold the epicness together!
She lives in Colorado with her husband and daughters. When she is not working as an accountant or writing her stories, she enjoys watching her daughters play sports and being outdoors, either hiking, boating, or just enjoying the fresh air. When time allows, she loves traveling with her family to new places.

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Book Spotlight: Catching Dragons

It’s release day for Catching Dragons by speculative fiction author Stephanie Ayers. Check out this fun excerpt provided below. Hope you love it and purchase this book today. It is book two in the series so hurry and grab book 1 here for 99¢.

Excerpt

“You look hungry. Care for an apple?”
Wallas eyed the apple carefully as his stomach grumbled in complaint. Was this trickery or kindness? Forest dwellers were not known for their generosity. The woman still held the apple out, and he took it from her.
“I am not hungry now.” He turned the apple over and examined it. Its blood red skin teased of sweetness. “I daresay this will come in handy later in my return home.” He put the apple in his pocket and offered a small bow. “I am Wallas Eleasar, Counselor to King Teodric Wynne of Northend.”
The woman rose from the ground and offered a small curtsy back, spreading her patchwork skirt between her fingers. “I am Ulia MacDougal, daughter of Lord Alfrey.” She pointed to the trees on the east side of the city. “We live just beyond the treeline. My father is a farmer, we have many flowering and fruit-bearing trees under our care.” She sat back down and spread out a small blanket in front of her and pulled more fruit from the basket.
Wallas’ stomach gurgled in appreciation. He had not packed much food, nor expected to be refused entry into the Holy City. She had not invited him to join her, so he remained where he was. His instincts still screamed warnings, but he ignored them. It could be a product of his own fear that kept him from befriending someone who had been nothing but kind since they met.
She patted the center of the blanket in invitation. “Might as well eat while you’re waiting. Come on, I have plenty.” As if to prove her point, she held the basket up. Despite the array of fruit spread on the blanket—more apples, and oranges, pears, peaches—the basket overflowed.
Impossible, he thought, but his stomach interrupted. He cast his eyes to the trees on the east, hoping to catch sight of her father’s farm. Something, anything to assure him and put his sixth sense at ease, but he saw nothing. Don’t be impolite, his mind said. He sat on the ground across from Ulia but did not touch the fruit.
She shrugged her shoulders and picked up a peach. She bit into it and closed her eyes as juices ran from the corners of her mouth. “Mmm. I swear we grow the sweetest peaches on Savania!” He watched hungrily as she finished the meat and tucked the pit into her basket. She reached for another peach and held it out to him. “Peaches are my favorite. Are you sure you don’t want one?”
Wallas hesitantly accepted the peach. He looked it over carefully, not sure what he was looking for, but still suspicious. Ulia picked up an orange this time and began peeling it, observing him all the while. Laughter filled her eyes, and he relaxed a bit.
He took a bite from the peach, surprised to discover she was right. It was the sweetest peach he had ever tasted. “I’m sorry. Your hospitality is not unappreciated. It’s just hard to know who to trust these days. There are many in the forest who appear kind but would be just as quick to stab you in the back while you sleep.”
Ulia nodded. “Yes, and some might even poison the very same fruit they eat.”
Wallas’ face turned ashen. He looked at the peach again, almost completely gone, and set it down. His eyes rounded as his stomach complained again, this time not out of hunger. He retched once, twice, five times before his bowels quieted long enough for him to breathe. His face crinkled in distaste at the sickly sweetness that had filled his mouth. His stomach rumbled with the beginnings of another round.
Ulia wasted no time rushing to his side, a small knife drawn. As he fell backwards, she pulled her arm back, ready to strike.

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The Book

Catching Dragons ebook coverA reluctant hero, an enchanted kingdom, a crazed prince…

Out of the ashes of doubt, courage is born.

As Derik whisks Edgar away from Willowglen where he’d been championing the dwarves, he can’t help but wonder what has really happened to his kingdom since his departure. Tales of an attack from the sky and an army of black knights precede him, and nothing is as Edgar expects when he arrives back home in Northend. His city lies under an enchantment, and they need him to break it. Tasked with regaining his lost magick and armed with a pouch of fairy dust, Edgar is determined to do the right thing.

Will he find the courage to confront the man responsible for his father’s death or will he run away like the coward Derik believes him to be?

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The Author

StephStephanie Ayers is an international bestselling author who writes speculative fiction, where horror and fantasy collide. A self-proclaimed word whisperer, she is a unicorn disguised as a human living in southwestern Ohio and a member of the Ohio Writers Association. She mothers her children and avoids all things housework and zombies. When she isn’t doing any of these things, she can be found browsing thrift stores and flea markets with her husband, attending football games with her son, or binging on TV shows.
Her debut novella, Til Death Do Us Part, was published in 2013, and her work appears in several anthologies and collections, notably Absolution, Flash Fiction Addiction, and the upcoming Bending Time. She currently has two serials to her name, the stand-alone horror volumes of The 13 series and her new high fantasy, the Destiny Defined series, which debuted March 7, 2019.

Her favorite quote is: “The blank page is a canvas on which the writer paints a story.”-Stephanie Ayer

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Book Spotlight: Heir of Dragmoore

Today I am featuring a favorite author of mine and her book, Heir of Dragmoore. Not only is the book awesome check out the cover below. It just takes my breath away. Well anyway Jennifer Ann Schlag is sharing a special excerpt with us today. Hope you enjoy.

Excerpt

Kip glides out onto a rock sitting in the water close to shore. Talen stops right before the water hits her shoes. Stares out at the sea, at Kip, at the sun making the water shine. It overwhelms her to the point that she starts crying. She can sense that someone is coming. She turns and sees Remy searching through the sand.
“Kip, come and stay on the land.”
Remy sits down on the sand while holding some shells. Talen joins him.
“I don’t want to appear rude. I am thankful that you are looking out for me. So thank you.”
“That tale the woman told us about; the brother and sister, the shell necklaces. It got me thinking.”
“About what?”
“About us.”
Talen shivers. And it’s not from the cold sea air.
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s find Deegus and be on our way.” Remy heads for the establishments.
Kip runs over to Talen and kicks sand up at her face. He buries his face in the sand.
What is wrong?
“I think I’ve hurt the prince’s feelings. I don’t want to be seen as a bad person. Oh, how I can’t wait to be free of all this and live with the Masters.”
Kip shakes the sand off him. If you live with the Masters, will we still be friends?
“Of course. Why would that change?”
Because the Masters are dangerous people. My father told me about them. My mother warned me to stay away from them.
“But I am bringing you with me to the Veiled Haven. To show them that I can speak to you and then they must come back with me to Dragmoore.”
What for? Your father is free. The king is dying. The proof you wanted doesn’t matter anymore. You want to go to the Veiled Haven because you want to feel as if you belong somewhere. You have a loving father, friends, and you have the prince who clearly likes you. And you have me, Talen. Please let that be enough. Don’t go to the Veiled Haven. It changes people.
“I must go there at least once. If you feel like I am in danger at any point, you tell me and I will leave. I promise.”


The Book

H_eir-of-Dragmoore_ebProving her innocence will be the least of her problems
Talen plans to become a master trainer of animals and leave her farm life behind her. That is, until, her father is implicated in the death of a mother dragon and her infant. She finds the infant dragon alive and presents it to the king in hopes of her father being set free, only to be accused of harboring a magical beast—an offense punishable by imprisonment.
Prince Remy imagines that he is anyone but a prince who will be forced to marry and inherit the throne. Knowing he can’t have both his freedom and his father’s respect, he decides to leave behind the royal life. However, when opportunity arises for him to achieve what he desires, he accepts the challenge and stumbles upon a secret to his lineage that will change the entire kingdom.
Talen and Remy find themselves walking the same path. Leading them straight into The Veiled Haven, a place where intrigue, desire, and mayhem rule. They must find a way to navigate through the dark temptations that wait to prey upon them. Can they trust each other enough to survive the journey? Or will the temptations be too great that they succumb to the darkness within?

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20160804_081937Jennifer Ann Schlag takes reality and smashes it into fantasy and lets things fall where they way. She finds inspiration from all things in life; the light and the dark are not to be feared. She has an infinite amount of love for animals, especially wolves. When not writing she can often be found reading about philosophy and science, taking sunset pictures, and playing video games. Her favorite movie of all time is The Princess Bride because she believes it gives you a little bit of everything–making it the perfect movie.

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New Release Spotlight: Disillusioned

Hard to believe it is Saturday already. Pretty soon it will be Monday again. But, lets not dwell on the negative and think positive. Let me ask you do you have a book yet to read this weekend? If not then I got the perfect book for your. Author Krys Fenner just released her second book in her urban fantasy series. This does mean you have to pick up book 1 but that just means there are two awesome books for you to loose yourself in. Check out book 2 below. Snatch book 1 here. Did I mention they are both on Kindle Unlimited for FREE or you can grab them both for 99 pennies each.

Excerpt

Finishing the braid, Niamh stared at herself in the mirror. She looked more like her mother every day. The freckles peppered across her nose hadn’t changed any in the last three years. Her hair had lightened some from all the time she’d spent out in the sun. It was closer to a fiery red than the crimson she had as a child. The rest of her body had filled out as she’d gotten older and taller.

She was now the same height as her mother had been; a solid five-foot-seven-inches.

That was where the similarities ended. Her legs, arms, and abdomen had more muscle than she ever recalled on her mother. Her father had been the one with all the muscle. It had been the physical labor he’d endured working in the pub. Not to mention the training he had gone through as a teenager.

It was the same training she’d received regularly over the last few years. Most days she spent at the cabin or at Ainsley’s desperately working to improve her physical prowess and control her powers. Nearly three years and she hardly felt as if she’d learned anything at all.

Probably a good thing she hadn’t found that black wolf yet.

She didn’t have to focus on that today. She had work at the pub this evening. Niamh inhaled a deep breath and eyed the reflection of the green t-shirt Rhea had elected for the employees to wear a couple of years ago. She hated it, but only because it made her emerald green eyes stand out more. If she could’ve changed her eye color, she would, except she didn’t want to distance herself from one of the few remaining links she had to her parents.

Niamh shook the thought from her head, grabbed her driver’s license off the dresser and tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans. She spun around on the ball of her boot and eyeballed the room. Even after all these years, she still hadn’t grown accustomed to the extravagance surrounding her most days. Di’Lacia, she couldn’t wait until she turned eighteen and could leave the house.

She extracted some cash from the top drawer of the antique nightstand beside her bed. She placed the cash in the back pocket of her jeans with her driver’s license and then snagged her purple helmet off the back of the door on her way out. She stepped into the hallway—

“Niamh, I was just coming to see ye,” Séamus said.

Shite. She hadn’t left fast enough. A good chunk of the time she usually escaped the house without crossing his path, but some days … there was no avoiding him. She plastered a smile to her mouth and turned around to face him. “I was just on ‘mai way to work. What can I do for ye?”

“I wanted to ensure ye made time for Briana this weekend. She’ll be here to work on your dress.”

“Dress?” She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips. The question had popped out before she could stop it. If she had to be there for a fitting, it could only mean he was demanding her presence at some event he was hosting. This past year she’d been forced to play the part of his date on several occasions. Talk about a test of control.

“Dinnae tell me ye forgot about ‘mai birthday party next weekend.”

Sure she had. He was the furthest thing from her mind, unless it included getting away from him. Inwardly, she groaned. She hated dressing up and having to hang on his arm. It was like she was a prized fox he had to show off to his friends. Too bad she couldn’t say any of that to him. Instead, she had to pretend she was perfectly okay with it all and simply watch his aura carefully.

“Of course not. How could I forget?”

“That’s ‘mai good girl.” He caressed her cheek.

Niamh swallowed the bile that crawled up the back of her throat and her eyebrows pinched together. The sensation of his sausage fingers against her skin grossed her out. Never mind the disturbing idea of being his anything. His intentions had become quite clear over the last few months as the red in his aura intensified each passing day.

“I, uh, I need to go. Ye know how, uh, how Rhea hates tardiness.”

“Ye know how much I despise ye working there, especially with ye behind the bar now. All those men … I could send Rooney there to watch over ye.” Séamus stroked his chin.

Her eyes widened. Oh, hell no! She had already been subjected to living there in that house. She refused to let him take the little bit of freedom she had away.

“Ye know Rhea wouldn’t tolerate ‘em hanging out all evening. Plus, I’m capable of taking care of ‘mai self.”

Séamus brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “While I’m sure ye can, I always protect what’s mine.”

Her nose wrinkled as she tensed and tightened the hold she had on her helmet. Don’t use your powers, she reminded herself. Yeah, he was a bad man, but he was still a normal. One she had to get away from, now. Slowly, Niamh stepped back.

“I have to go.”

As she turned away, he grabbed her wrist and squeezed. “Ye just remember who ye belong to.”

Niamh narrowed her eyes and grinded her jaw. There were other places she could go; she didn’t have to stay there. Screw her parents’ will. Screw the law. It might be the best thing for her if she told him right then and there she belonged to no man.

Except just past Séamus’s shoulder she caught a glimpse of the one and only reason she stayed: her brother. Quinlan paused outside his bedroom door, glanced in their direction and disappeared down the hallway away from them.

She hadn’t figured out yet what was wrong with him. And he was the only thing keeping her there. As soon as she knew what was wrong, she’d get them both out of that awful house. Niamh bit her tongue and returned her attention to Séamus. “I do. Now, I really do have to get to work.”

“All right, ye can go. We only have another year of this and then we make it all official.” He released his hold on her. With a wink, he walked off.

She shuddered at the thought of that man any closer to her than he had been. Not that she’d ever let him get that far. At least she knew his timeframe now. It just meant she had to figure out what was wrong with her brother and get them out of there—soon. Until then, she’d tolerate that disgusting, red-headed tool.

Wiping off the imprint Séamus left on her face, Niamh headed toward the front of the house and left.


The Book

DisillusionedebookIt’s been three years. Three years since her world flipped upside down. Three years since the worst day of her life became her reality. Three years of learning how far her magick goes so she can find out what really happened. Just when Niamh thinks she’s finally discovered the truth behind that tragedy, she finds herself thrown into another realm. Can she find a way out before her own realm suffers? Or is she predestined to be stuck in this realm forever?

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ProfilePicKrys Fenner has been infinitely passionate about writing and helping people for as long as she can remember. Having already published five books, she avidly continues working on her Dark Road series and is in the process of releasing an urban fantasy series. Krys received an Associate of Arts in Psychology, recently completed a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing and continues working on a Master’s degree. When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her three fur babies, Bones, Luna and Lola.

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Book Spotlight: Awakened

It’s hump day. That means the weekend is almost here. What do you plan on reading this weekend? If you haven’t found your book yet check out this one titled, Awakened. This book is by fantasy author Krys Fenner. And it is FREE on KU, don’t have KU then snatch this book up for 99 pennies.

Excerpt

The howling wind pierced Niamh’s ears as she lie sprawled out on the ground. Her fire-red hair whipped all around her face. As she snapped back into consciousness, she groaned and slowly rolled to her side. She reached up to the corner of her mouth and wiped at the blood trickling down her chin and then lifted her gaze to the noise no more than ten feet away. She blinked at the sight before her.
Not far from where she laid two men battled one another. Neither of her blades could cut the aggression given off by the two of them. To make matters worse, her brother appeared to be winning.
A dark flare shone brightly in his once green eyes as his opponent’s blade pierced just beneath his collarbone on the right side. He laughed … with no gusto, no heart. There was nothing that reflected amusement in his laugh. It was closer to the cackle of a hyena than anything else. Blood began to soak through his clean white pressed cotton shirt. In a gruff voice, he yelled, “Is that the best ye can do?”
Her brother’s fist connected with his opponent’s broad chin. Despite their height and weight difference, the tank of a guy, Jarrett, stumbled back a few steps and his sienna brown hair fell out of place.
There had to be something she could do. She had power. She knew how to wield it. This was the fight that would alter her future forever. Getting to her feet, Niamh focused on collecting a shockwave in her hands. She had to time the release perfectly; otherwise she chanced harming the wrong person.
Her brother’s lips curled fiercely into a deep grin as he yanked the blade from his shoulder. No sound escaped his mouth. A breath of air could hardly be noticed as he removed the twelve-inch, double-edged dagger from his body. It seemed to cause him no pain or perhaps he merely reveled in it. Taking advantage of the tank’s stumbling he stepped forward with a full grip on the hilt of the blade and swiped at him.
Jarrett jerked his face back and barely avoided getting cut with his own blade. The swipe missed by less than an inch.
Her brother was shorter than the tank. He found the momentum needed to gather his footing and spun around, striking her brother with an elbow jab to the throat.
She needed more time. This shockwave had to be the most powerful she had ever dispersed. Niamh watched on as the fight progressed and continued to focus the gathering ball of energy through her entire body.
Her brother used the force of the tank’s steps and shoved the double-edged dagger with full strength into the back of his shoulder. He cackled with glee as his opponent cried out from the pain. “Come on! Ye were supposed to be this high an’ mighty warrior! I thought this would be a challenge!”
Backing away, a wrinkle settled upon the bridge of his nose and beads of sweat formed on his brow. Gritting his teeth, he placed his hand on the hilt and yanked the blade from his shoulder. He threw his head back and howled, then faltered and fell to his knees.
“No!” Niamh screamed.
He couldn’t die! The agony in his outcry provided her the necessary strength to charge the strongest force of shockwave she’d ever managed. A blue current crackled all over her body. Her normal emerald green irises changed to a deep aqua blue.
She was ready.
It was time to end this.
Her brother’s eyes twitched. With a Cheshire grin he planted his feet firmly against the ground. He shook his arms out, then went completely rigid. His eyes were the same shade of green as hers. At least they had been. Midnight black replaced the once emerald green that filled his eyes.
Niamh unleashed the full weight of the shockwave that had consumed her entire body. Blue electricity shot out from her arms, her legs, her fingers. The shockwave surged from every part of her toward her brother.
The energy pushed him back and tore at his skin, but it didn’t knock him down. Hardly any skin ripped open. Wait … no, it was healing, repairing itself before her very eyes! It hadn’t been strong enough. It hadn’t been the right call. The right power. The one she needed to defeat him once and for all.
Her brother lunged at her and wrapped his gangly hand tightly around her neck. Lifting her off the ground, he grinned. “See, I was just going to kill ye, but now I get to kill both o’ye.”
The air to her lungs constricted.
“Ye … don’t … want … to … do … this,” she managed to muster out between tiny breaths.
Tightening his hold around her neck, he pulled her face closer to his. He locked his gaze with her green eyes. “Súil na Éireannach.”
The grin on his lips broadened as his other hand reached out and stroked her sultry red hair. His grip tightened again. Color drained from her face as she struggled to breathe.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.
She was the one who was supposed to be victorious.
She was supposed to save them all.
“Killin’ ye first an’ making ‘em watch will be my pleasure.”
Slowly Jarrett stood. Jumping into action, he ran toward them like a bull charging its handler. “Niamh!”

Abruptly Niamh sat up gasping for air. Wiping the beads of sweat from her brow, she looked around. She half expected to find her brother hovering over her with his hands wrapped tightly around her neck. That wasn’t the case.
She was at home, in her room. There was no movement from the Horslips or the Phil Lynott posters that hung on the wall. Both her dresser and desk were completely still. Not even the sound of wind could be heard bustling against her bedroom window. There was no movement from her closet; her clothes hung just as she had left them.


The Book

KFP9.1Niamh has always known she was a little different. Perhaps not as unique as her brother, but definitely not normal. Before she understands what’s happening, she begins seeing things she has never seen before and speaking with creatures she always assumed were regular house pets. Just as her powers are awakening, her parents find themselves in trouble. With only her catalync as a guide, can she learn how to use her new-found abilities to save her parents from the darkness trying to steal them away? Or is she doomed to fail and lose them forever?

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ProfilePicKrys Fenner has been infinitely passionate about writing and helping people for as long as she can remember. Having already published five books, she avidly continues working on her Dark Road series and is in the process of releasing an urban fantasy series. Krys received an Associate of Arts in Psychology, recently completed a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing and continues working on a Master’s degree. When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her three fur babies, Bones, Luna and Lola.

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Book Spotlight: Alabama Rain

Heya everyone today I got a special treat for you. I will be featuring a book titled, Alabama Rain by PNR author Lana Campbell. If you love vampire romance books make sure to stop in to check this one out.

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Excerpt

As soon as Rain stepped into the room her father’s familiar scent greeted her like a harsh slap to the face. She knew she’d just stepped into a trap before her eyes settled on the disgusting scene her father had staged.

He was sitting beside Destiny’s hospital bed in the plush, blue vinyl chair she’d resided on earlier and Destiny was sitting across his lap, still wearing a hospital gown. One of his muscled arms was snaked around her waist. Rain watched his other hand, which had been resting at his side, raise. He held a small, shiny silver dagger with a pearl handle. Rain’s heart nearly stopped when he placed the razor sharp edge against Destiny’s throat. She’d seen her father use the thing before on hirelings that fucked him over. It was a deadly little weapon not even five inches long, but it could cut through flesh as if it were butter.

Destiny sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes went wide with fear. Her pupils were hugely dilated. So much so Rain could barely see the bronze irises. The teen’s body shook with a violence born of terror.

The last thing Rain took note of was her father’s eyes, which were riddled with hate and honed on her. She could sense rage brewing in him. It was right below the surface of what appeared to be a very calm, calculated demeanor. But Rain knew her father too well. He was not at all in control. He was incensed with her for stealing Destiny and this time it wouldn’t be her body that suffered the consequences of her actions. No. It was going to be Destiny that paid for her sins.

“Oh God, Papa, no!” Rain cried. She dropped her bags and fell to her knees assuming the most pleading, submissive pose she could manage around the desperation and fear flowing through her veins like quicksilver.

Her father ignored her. His steely gaze was now fixed on Mia. Rain couldn’t see Mia because she was behind her, but she didn’t have to in order to know the woman was entrenched in the same pool of crippling fear Rain found herself drowning in.

Seconds later she too made a plea for Destiny’s life. “Sir, please put the knife down. She’s just a little girl. Please have mercy.”

“Fuck your mercy, bitch. Neither one of these two ungrateful cunts deserve mercy.” As if to punctuate that fact, he pressed the knife deeper into Destiny’s tender flesh. “Make a sound and I’ll slit you ear to ear. Do I make myself clear?” he snarled into Destiny’s ear

Destiny wheezed as she inhaled, but she didn’t cry out. She didn’t even whimper. But it looked to Rain as if it was taking every ounce of effort she possessed to remain still and silent. She was so obviously terrified but holding it together like a real trooper. If she could just continue to do her part, Rain would gladly die trying to do hers, which would be to trade her places.

Oh fuck, he’d cut her, Rain realized when a thin stream of blood trickled down Destiny’s neck and soaked into the neckline of her hospital gown. Oh shit! What to do? What to do? Rain wanted to scream. No. She wanted to pounce on her father, wrangle that knife out of his hand and plunge it into his black, evil heart, but that wasn’t going to happen. She had only herself to use as a bargaining tool for Destiny’s life.

“Papa, what do you want me to do? Name it. I’ll do anything you ask if you’ll let her go.”

Her father made a noise, part snort, part laugh. “You’re going to do what I want you to do regardless of what I do to this girl. But because you took it upon yourself to take her away from me, I think I’ll make her pay for your insolence.”

Mia stepped up beside Rain and held out both of her hands in a supplicating way. “Look, I know what you are. I know you could care less about that child, but I do care about her. I’m Mia Davenport. I’ll pay you any amount you want if you’ll turn her over to me. Just give me a number and I’ll have the money to you right here within the hour.”

Rain’s father started laughing. “I know who you are and I could care less about you and your money. This isn’t about you. This is about two very bad girls running off. Now they’re both going to learn what happens to bad girls who run away.”

His hand that had been resting on Destiny’s stomach whipped up and grabbed a handful of her hair in a motion so quick had Rain blinked she would have missed it. In one swift, fluid movement, he yanked her head back and sliced deep into her throat. Blood sprayed outward from the ghastly wound pelting Rain’s face. Rain let loose a blood curdling scream. So did Mia. That brought nurses en mass to the room, but by this time of course it was too late for Destiny.


The Book

Lana Campbell Alabama Rain for printAlabama Rain Holden’s life is a dreadful and dangerous one as a thief of drugs for her father, drug lord Ken Holden. Rain hates her life, but she’s damned good at what she does. As a vampire with an acute sense of smell, she can sniff out any drug as well as a blood hound, enchant the human mule with the goods to be sold and relieve him or her of the product without the person never remembering the encounter.

One night her drug thievery takes her to Davenport Tower, an opulent forty eight stories of luxury condos owned by the handsome, vampire billionaire, Nate Davenport. Rain’s job that evening is to locate the sellers carrying seventy-five pounds of Columbian weed, steal it and return the goods to her father. Unfortunately, the heist going down in Davenport Tower’s parking garage is interrupted by none other than Nate Davenport himself.

Nate is incensed when he discovers Rain is a drug dealer operating on his turf. He embarks on a mission to catch her committing a crime so he can bring her before a vampire tribunal where she will pay for her crimes with her life. In his efforts to get the evidence Nate needs against Rain, he instead gets information he never bargained for. Once he learns her dark secret, that she’s been brutally forced into this life of crime by her maniacal father, Nate will stop at nothing to liberate her from her feral vampire father.

To survive in a world she hates, Rain adopts a bad ass persona. It doesn’t take Nate long to see the real Alabama Rain’s heart. She’s brave and fearless, kind and compassionate. She even puts her life on the line to save twelve young girls her father has turned into vampire drug dealers. Nate falls for her and hard. But Rain’s seedy, violent world may just cost him his life when Rain’s father discovers Rain and Nate have fallen in love.

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The Author

Lana Campbell LowResLana Campbell is the author of the Forever and a Night vampire romance series. All of her books are psychological thrillers. They each have a Christian element, a feel good message and a romance so sweet and hot they’ll leave you breathless. She loves writing paranormal romance and is an avid reader of it too. From the time she was fourteen Lana always had a romance novel in her backpack and was reading it after school, at school, wherever she could find a few minutes to read. Reading enticed her to write. She wrote her first book in 1995, but never considered publishing anything until much later. She got serious about publishing in 2014 and book one, Forever and a Night came out in 2016. There are currently six more stand alone books in her series. Lana lives in Pea Ridge AR with her oldest daughter, Jessica and a cat named Jenna. If she’s not writing you can probably find her at the nearest lake.

So what do I write?

Christian paranormal romance psychological thrillers. Quite a combination, huh? Well, my vampires are most unique. I can almost promise you won’t find them typical. Some are famous billionaires, a few are OB/GYN’s for vampires. I’ve also got a computer geek, a interior decorator and oh, last but not least a thief of drugs.
Each story has bigger than life heroes and heroines and you won’t be able to help getting invested in their lives and all their drama. There’s always a villain you’ll love to hate who will stop an nothing to destroy the MC’s lives and love.

All stories have a message of redemption in them, leaving you feeling good after the drama-drenched rollercoaster ride of danger and disasters for the hero and heroine.

You’ll get no cliffhangers with my stories. All stand alone and all have happily every afters.

If you’re looking to sink into a story that will sweep you away and leave you hungry for more, try the books in my Forever and a Night series. You’ll be glad you did.

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Book Spotlight: Souls and Shadows Box Set

Yippee it’s Friday! Thank the gods! It has been an interesting week for this girl. But this post isn’t about me and my life drama. No, it is about an awesome Paranormal Romance book that features well over 15 authors. You know the nice thing about this box set? You can snatch it up at your favorite retailer for 99¢. Limited time though so make sure to grab it while you can. Without droning on forever lets get into it and take a look at this book.


The Box Set

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Darkness has risen, and the shadows are calling.
Face haunting new worlds filled with paranormal creatures and breathtaking romance. Journey with beautiful beasts, sexy-as-sin vampires, soul-searing demigods, shadowy necromancers, and unlikely heroes as they fall in love and battle for good in this collection of fantasy adventures.
Will they survive the shadow’s call?
There’s only one way to find out.
Fans of Jim Butcher and Ilona Andrews will get lost in this heart-pounding magical collection of 25 tales from today’s USA Today bestsellers and talented new authors.
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The Authors

48167281_2025863547482939_4137965896071118848_nJulie Kramer is a young author who lives in small-town Ohio and loves to write YA Fantasy. She loves her heroines to be powerful and compassionate, and if there’s a magical creature in there somewhere, then more’s the better. When not writing she is taking college classes and works part-time at a restaurant.

Additional Authors Include:

USA Today bestselling author Heather Marie Adkins
USA Today bestselling author Lori Titus
USA Today bestselling author Normandie Alleman
USA Today bestselling author Nicole Morgan
USA Today bestelling author and RITA Award Winner Sharon Ashwood
Emerald Dodge
S.A. McClure
Anna Applegate
Tamar Sloan
Bella Andrews
Claire Davon
Robert Jeschonek
Candace Sams & Angelique Armae
McKayla Schutt
Julie Kramer
Jenny Foster
Michele Barrow-Belisle
Adrienne Blake
Dani René & Cora Kenborn
JT Lawrence
D.C. Gomez
Sabrina Ramoth
Stefan Lear & E.M. Whittaker
Calliope Bay
New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Hamilton