Book Spotlight: Untangled

It’s the start of another week and I got a book spotlight for you. Check out this awesome book by L. Loren titled: Untangled. Hope you enjoy and just think this book is FREE on Kindle Unlimited.


Untangled cverBullied in her youth for being dark skinned and ugly, Gugu Brown is obsessed with beauty. Now the Queen of the cosmetics industry, she is a notorious boss. Her ageless beauty is unrivaled. A woman of 45, she looks no older than 23.  Beauty is life and without it she sees no value in living. And Gugu is living her best life! But she has a secret that could topple her empire and bring her to her knees. 

Sin Maddox is a silver fox who is enamored with Gugu’s beauty. He is determined to make her his. After dating her for a while, he sees the real her and finds her beauty pales in comparison to her true personality. When her world comes crashing down, will he be able to convince her that she is more beautiful on the inside than she is on the outside? How can she believe that when she was so damaged in her youth? Sin may be the one to convince her that pretty hurts, but true love heals. 

Each book in the Once Upon A Villain series is a standalone. This series does not have to be read in order.

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About the Author

IMG_1009L. Loren holds a Business Management Degree from the University of Mount Olive. As a former call center supervisor, her desire to write lay dormant for years, until she found the courage to live her dream. She is currently based in Birmingham, AL with her loving and supportive husband.
L. Loren created her own brand of erotic romance that she dubbed LoveRotica – Love stories with an edge of sexy. Her catalog of sexy stories is self-published and available on Amazon.
Her stories and poems have appeared in various anthologies, publications and literary journals. L. is also the curator of the Love is Color Anthology, available for free on Smashwords.

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Pre-Order Sale! Dare to Look

51puemCDRVLPre-Order Book Two in the Series between 12:01 AM to 11:59 PM EST on 31st December 2019, send proof of purchase to, and Get Book One Free on Release Day
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**Best friends, a decade of hidden desires, an irresistible attraction, an explosive outcome** Trista is a vibrant young woman who seems carefree and fearless, a mask she’s honed down to perfection. Brian, her best friend’s older brother, is no stranger to tragedy and quickly becomes one of her closest friends when she finds herself in need of someone to lean on. They spend years hiding their true feelings, but circumstances eventually force buried desires to the surface, revealing Brian as a lust-driven man with irresistible dominance, and Trista soon learns she craves the pleasures of submission as they discover a new heat-filled connection. A melt your screen friends-to-lovers romance novel, Dare to Look is the story of a boy and a girl, the harsh life realities they had to learn at too young an age, and how their friendship means so much, they’re afraid to let their love shine lest it ruins the one that saved them at their darkest hour.

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nogahazan 2Kyra Fox is the pen name of a self-published writer of Contemporary Erotic Romance (not necessarily in that order), reader of books, painter of whiskey, lover of food and general wanderlust.
I write women the way I would have liked to read myself if I were a character in a book, and men the way I want them to treat me in real life.

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Book Spotlight: Reecah’s Flight

Welcome to another Friday. This week has gone by faster than expected. To start off the weekend right I am featuring Richard H. Stephens’ book Reecah’s Flight. Check out the sneak peek down below and if you love it snatch this book up through Kindle Unlimited.


Reecah screamed as the old crone leaned in close, her breath rank. She remembered trying to escape Grimelda’s mystical shop and then a bright light and then…

   She found herself lying on her back atop a black marble slab in the middle of a small, candlelit cavern—its vaulted ceiling spiked with rock formations. She tried to push away from the vile woman but Grimelda’s stick-like hands pinned her to the stone.

   “What are you doing?” Reecah asked, frantically looking around and wondering why her ear lobes hurt. She forced an arm between herself and the witch and touched her right ear, shocked to feel a hard stone embedded there. She pulled her hand back—her fingertips red with blood. She checked her other ear and felt another hard stone.

   Her frightened gaze met Grimelda’s. “What have you done to me?”

   Grimelda’s expression made her shiver.

   “Relax child. Grimelda has done what Lizzy neglected.”

   Reecah frowned but didn’t want to waste time finding out what the crazy crone meant. She needed to get off the table and escape.

   A fount on a matching marble stand stood near her head—perched on the edge of a blood-letting trough surrounding the base of the table.

   She swallowed hard. Though not versed in the ways of the occult, Poppa had taught her to read at an early age. She had taken great joy in reading the tomes Poppa kept locked in an old trunk by his and Grammy’s pallet. If she wasn’t mistaken, she lay upon a sacrificial altar.

   Using every bit of strength she had, Reecah bucked her hips and arched her back, driving her shoulder blades and head against the table to escape Grimelda’s grasp.

   She landed on the floor with bare feet but Grimelda’s iron grip maintained control of her wrists.

   “Easy child, you’re going to ruin everything.”

   “Get your hands off me, you crazy witch!” Reecah shrieked, jerking her arms free and stepping backward. She bumped into a wooden table covered in crimson cloth. On top of the cloth, sat an array of knives. Some for slicing, some for chopping, one with a serrated edge for sawing, and another with a hooked tip—just like the one Grammy used to skin animals. “Where am I?”

   “You’re in Grimelda’s cellar.” Grimelda wiped her blood-stained fingers on her apron.

   The witch’s cellar? It looked like a cave devoted to demonic rituals. She swallowed a lump of fear and put the knife table between them, her eyes wildly darting about, searching for her boots and Poppa’s weapons. She reached up with both hands, rolling the stones in her earlobes between her thumb and forefinger. “What have you put in my ears?”

   “I have adorned you with your bloodstones.”

   “My what?” Her hands were wet and sticky with fresh blood. “Take them out!”

   Grimelda shook her head. “That I cannot do. Once the ritual has been performed it would be too dangerous to remove them.”

   “Ritual? What did you do?”

   “Something Lizzy should have had me do years ago if you wish to become a Windwalker.”

   “You’re mad! Leave me alone!” Reecah glanced at the stairs.

   “Calm yourself, poppet.”

   Poppa’s endearment snapped Reecah’s open-mouthed attention back to the witch.

   “Yes, child. Vili’s name for you.”

   “You know that because you’re a witch.”

   “Grimelda has been called many things.” Grimelda pursed her thin lips, her tone softening. “The people of Fishmonger Bay labelled me as such. At one time I might have been hurt by the name, but the villagers leave me alone so I live with it.”

   Reecah noted the witch had started referring to herself in the first person. Her eyes flicked between the woman and various pieces of ornate furniture lining the walls. Pieces that looked as if they belonged in a palace, according to the sketches in Poppa’s tomes.

   A sudden burst of flapping wings appeared from the curved doorway marking the flight of stone carved stairs climbing into darkness. The raven landed on the near rim of the fount and turned its head sideways, blinking at her.

   “Vili spoke fondly of his little poppet whenever he visited.”

   Reecah’s temper rose. “You’re a liar.”

   “You’re a liar! You’re a liar!”

   Grimelda gave the bird a dirty look. “My sister called you her flower bud. You called her Grammy.”

   The pain was too much. Reecah’s eyes misted up. “How do you know all this? Grammy doesn’t have a sister.”

   Grimelda stepped toward her but stopped when Reecah’s eyes honed in on the knives before her.

   “Lizzy was afraid of what I represent.”

   “A witch?”

   “A witch! A witch!”

   “Yes, child, if that helps you understand.”

   “Understand what? That if I hadn’t woken up when I did, you were about to send my spirit to your sick gods?”

   “Sick gods! Sick gods!”

   Grimelda didn’t deny it. Instead she picked up a carving knife and threw it at the raven.

   The bird rose in a flurry of feathers and winged its way back up the stairway.

   Grimelda shook her head. “Such a pest, that one. I should turn him into a toad.”

   Reecah’s eyes grew wider.

   “Witch humour. I can’t actually do that.”

   Reecah wasn’t so sure. Everything she had heard about Grimelda from the village children as a youngster attested to the fact that the witch was capable of performing many dastardly tricks.

   “Why did you put me on that…that sacrificial altar? Where’s my stuff?”

   “Your stuff?” Grimelda scratched her head. “Oh, your boots and weapons. I left them in the shop.”

   Reecah tried to casually step toward the doorway. “Why?”

   “Look at me? You may not consider yourself heavy, but it was all I could do to drag you down here without the extra weight.”

   “Even my boots?”

   “Well no, but—”

   “But nothing.” Reecah took another big step. “What else were you planning on doing to me?” Her eyes went to the knives again.

   “You were hurt. I healed you.”

   Reecah flexed her muscles and surveyed her outstretched arms. “That’s strange. I feel alright.”

   “Of course you do. I healed you after you tried to break my door.”

   Reecah swallowed. She backed farther away, not believing a word the old crone said.

   Grimelda followed with her eyes. “If you insist on leaving, I won’t stop you, but…” She let the word hang between them.

   Reecah stopped and waited for it.

   “You may never know if our family gift has passed down to you.”

   “What are you talking about?”

   “Whether you believe me or not, my child, once I’m gone, you’ll be the last in a line of magic that has been in this world for as long as the sun has risen. You’re the only one who can prevent our legacy from disappearing from the world.”

   Reecah adjusted her stance, jutting her hips to one side and leaning her head toward Grimelda. “Huh?”

   Grimelda nodded. “It is as I feared. Lizzy never told you, did she?”

   Grammy’s death had been hard on her. Reecah had been too heartbroken to remember everything Grammy had told her. Grimelda’s words triggered the painful memory.

   Your great-grandmother possessed the gift.

   The implication slammed into her. She hadn’t thought of it as anything more than a dying, old lady’s rambling.

   Grimelda nodded, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

   It skipped me, but your great-aunt was touched by it. I’ve been watching for it in you, afraid to see it foster. By keeping you secluded all these years, I have done you a disservice.

   Reecah didn’t care that her jaw dropped in disbelief. She stood in a witch’s cave staring at Grammy’s sister! Accepting Grimelda’s words, she noticed the startling resemblance between the sisters—Grimelda was much older in appearance but there could be no mistake—the witch of Fishmonger Bay was Reecah’s only living relative.

The Book

STEPHENS_2018_REECAHSFLIGHT_EBOOKAn epic fantasy, dragon series.

A young girl dreams of flying. Encouraged by her grandfather to follow her heart, Reecah grows up to form a forbidden relationship with a baby dragon.

Secretly opposing the mandate of her people, Reecah tests the boundaries of unconditional love as she and her enchanting accomplice battle the discriminating laws governing the land.

Together they confront the king’s men in a desperate attempt to save the dragons from extinction.

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The Author

AUTHORPICRichard began writing circa 1974, a bored child looking for something to do. ​As his reading horizons broadened, so did his writing.
A trip to a local bookstore saw the proprietor introduce him to Terry Brooks and Stephen R. Donaldson. His writing life was forever changed.
He worked in a warehouse for 22 years, supporting his family, before re-attending school to complete his education. Graduating with honours, he joined the local Police Service.
In 2017, he resigned from the Police Service to pursue writing full-time. With the support of his family, he has finally realized his boyhood dream.

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The Courage to Move On

Hope everyone is having an awesome weekend so far. Today I am featuring Romance Author Mia Jones book ‘The Courage to Move On’. She was nice enough to share the first chapter of this romance book. Check it out below.


Lexi felt good, even kind of peaceful and rested. Rested, for the first time in a long time. Sleeping through the night, not waking with terror streaking through her veins and dark images burning her mind from nightmares.

She slowly stretched, squinting her eyes to avoid the morning light coming in through the window. She froze with her arms raised over her head, alarm coursing through her. Why was she still dressed in the clothes she’d worn the night before?

A frown puckered her brow. She rubbed her forehead with both hands trying to ward off the headache that started to pound in her temples. Why was there a void of time that she couldn’t remember of last night or how she’d gotten home? Her heart seized, then galloped out of control. Color leached from her face. Lexi sat up slowly and looked anxiously around her bedroom, her eyes slowly scanning. Nothing looked different or out of place, but something was off. A feeling or smell of another person having been here.

Her stomach tightened and she swallowed as waves of nausea rolled through her stomach. A shiver of pure terror, stark and vivid ran down her spine as sweat broke out on her forehead. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her fragile control, ‘don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out’ she said quietly.

Lexi thought about calling the police but what would she say? ‘I think someone might have been in my house.’ When asked why she thought this, ‘well I woke up with my clothes on that I’d worn the night before. Or, I think I smell something or someone.’ They’d think she was on drugs or just plain crazy.

She stood slowly, apprehensive, snatching the baseball bat, she kept by the bed. She caught herself with her hand on the mattress, preventing herself from tripped over the boots she’d worn the night before, sitting on the floor by the bed. She had always put her shoes away in the closet, needing order and control in her life any way she could get it.

Holding the bat up, both of her hands gripping it tightly, sweat rolling down her cheek, Lexi made her way to her bedroom door, opening it slowly, peering out. She couldn’t hear anything, everything seemed normal and untouched. She walked through the house, slowly, silently, making sure everything was as she’d left it, nothing out of place, and that it was still locked up, before moving slowly back to her bedroom.

She sat down on her bed, her legs shaking uncontrollable, exhausted from the fear that beat through her body. Trembling, she placed the bat next to her on the floor. Lexi’s shoulders were tightly hunched and her hands curled on her thighs. She struggled to remember the night before. She’d been hiding behind a stack of old dirty tires sitting next to a warehouse, a warehouse that she’d been watching for weeks. She felt she was getting closer to finding the man who had destroyed her world. So close to finally getting the answers she desperately needed to move on with her life.

The name Damon Beck was burnt into her mind forever. Lexi search for pictures of him in the paper, finding a few in the business section. It was a face she would ever forget. To get closure, she felt she needed to see him convicted, put behind bars for the rest of his life.

Lexi knew an investigator who’d helped her in the past with some of her cases. He knew a man who had eventually sold her the information. One of the many buildings and businesses Beck owned, this warehouse was rumored to be one he used often. The seller had cautioned her about Beck, imploring her to let the police take care of him. When he couldn’t change her mind, he told her to watch her back, Beck had no soul and absolutely no conscience. He then described a few things he knew the man had done, trying to scare her. Lexi had come close to turning away, sheer terror streaking through her, and letting Tommy, a friend in the DA’s office, find evidence on the man, like he’d promised.

But when she’d found out about Beck, something in her had come alive. Something burned through the mass of ice inside her, kept her going, made her want to live again. Was it vengeance that started the awakening? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Lexi did know that if she sat back and did nothing, she’d lose more of herself than she had already.

She thought back to the night before. Rubbing her pulsing temples, she tried to remember. It had been really dark, the kind you felt could smother you if not for the few glimpses of dull light shining out the warehouse windows. She’d stood bent at the waist, hearing voices in the building. But they were too far away for her to understand what they were saying. She was getting her courage up, deciding on the best route to take without making noise, ready to move a little closer to the doorway— and then nothing, Lexi tried to remember what happened next.

Lexi vaguely remembered, she stood when she had suddenly sensed someone behind her, her muscles tightening, ready to escape, then someone clasped her shoulder. She remembered the streak of fear that shot through her veins, thoughts of her death coursed through her mind and then nothing.

She rubbed her forehead, confused. The hand had been huge, covering her entire shoulder. From the size of the hand it had to have been a man. A very large man. She couldn’t believe she wasn’t hurt or dead? Everybody kept telling her what a monster Beck was. If he had been the one to catch her, she assumed she wouldn’t be here in her house and her body untouched. But how the hell did she get home? The fear ate at her. But the worst part for her, right now, she thought, was the fact that she couldn’t remember?

Lexi closed her eyes, the hand had tightened so quickly she didn’t have a chance to scream or fight before darkness had taken her. What the hell had he done to her?

Lexi looked at the clock, grimacing, if she didn’t hurry she’d be late for work, and work was the one thing she had in her life that was steady and secure, and kept her going day after day. She rushed to take her shower and dress. She grabbed her purse, briefcase, and a Pop Tart on her way out the door. She looked back one last time with her hand on the doorknob, no one was in the house now, she had checked. But why then, did it still feel like someone was still here, if not in person, then in essence? She shook her head, anxiety tightening her stomach when a wave of apprehension swept through her. Turning, she closed and locked the door.

The Book

41RXRCH4LcLLexi Danner’s life changed the night her husband, Mark, was murdered before her eyes. To keep from sinking into a deep abyss of depression after his death, Lexi vowed to find the person who murdered him, only to come face to face with more danger than she’d ever thought possible.

Jace has known her late husband since childhood, and he takes losing Mark hard, but not as hard as the thought of staying away from his friend’s widow. Now he has the chance to claim her as his own and keep her alive in the process.

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The Author

69268462_493997751146668_24248062503288832_nMia Jones was born and raised in Iowa and still resides there with her husband and children. She’s an author of contemporary romance novels and devotes hours to creating steamy novels with happy endings that she hopes entertain people, make them laugh and sometimes cry, but always ends the book feeling good.
Mia started writing when she was thirteen. She found writing was a way to comfort herself during her rough teenage years, and she never stopped. It was only when her mother and sister pushed her did she finally send in a novel, and to her surprise, people enjoyed it and asked for more.
You can usually find her at her home in the country surrounded by her family and many animals and the majority of the time in her quiet little office, conjuring up whole new interesting families and communities.
Some of Mia’s favorite things are spending time with her family, her dogs, riding horses, gardening, cooking, hiking and, of course, writing and reading romance novels.

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Book Spotlight: Scarlet – Taming the Thirst

Welcome to another hump day treat. Today I am featuring T.L. Christianson’s book “Scarlet – Taming the Thirst”. This looks to be an exciting read and I got you a special excerpt. Stop by and check it out. Happy reading everyone :).

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Ahead, I could smell someone. Metallic blood and tangy sweat filled my nose. I licked my lips in anticipation.

I liked runners and I jogged to close the distance. From a few meters, I knew he heard me.

The runner’s speed increased as I neared.

His instincts were right, he should run.

The street lamp up ahead flickered and then died. My breath hitched in excitement, yearning to find my fix.

When the runner entered the unlit section, I called out, “Hey! Hi.”

Turning, he hesitated.

I knew what he saw.


My runner slowed and came to a stop, absentmindedly stretching. He took in a breath of relief, a smile beginning to curve the corners of his mouth.

I approached, amused and biting my lip hesitantly.

He took one step, then two. His heartbeat slowing from his lack of movement.

I neared, his hoodie within my grasp. The smell of his blood mingling with the woodsy cologne of his flesh lured me in another step. Then, I flew at him, my arms locking tightly around his torso making it impossible for him to escape.

The blood beneath his skin sang to me, and my fangs slid out, slipping noiselessly into the surface of his skin.

I sighed as his scarlet magic filled my mouth.

When my saliva hit his bloodstream like a shot of morphine, the runner embraced me like a lover. His fingers tangled in my hair adding to the excitement.

There would be no need to use compulsion on him; his memory would be hazy.

Would he think he had some crazy hook up?

I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.

Warmth flooded my senses as I devoured my fill.

My mind calmed and soothed with the euphoric high from his blood.

My pulse slowed, and relief began to inundate my body.

As a real vampire, a Moroi, I wasn’t undead like the myths. I remained alive, unaged and in my original physical state. I have a pulse and body heat too, which makes it incredibly difficult for a human to identify us.

Absentmindedly, I stroked his dark hair as I drank, vaguely aware of time passing, knowing I should stop, but unable to obey that little voice in the back of my mind.

The runner’s body slumped against me. Too much of his blood had passed my lips, gulp after lovely gulp, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t care. Drinking live was the best high I’d ever had. More and more, and more, unable to let this feeling of ecstasy stop…

Suddenly, I was yanked off my feet.

I gasped, and the warm liquid ran out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin.

Blinking, I tried to free myself from my stupor.

When my eyes focused, I yelled out, “What the hell?”

In front of me stood a Viking god with his hands on his hips and an exasperated expression. Losing myself in his eyes, I couldn’t stop staring. He had striking heterochromia; one eye was pale blue and the other a dark reddish-brown.

The black Chronos uniform suggested that he must’ve been assigned to “guard” me… I laughed in my inebriation. Yeah, guard me, my ass, this was more of a babysitting gig for the poor schmuck.

My previous guard quit last week. It was a surprise to have been assigned someone so quickly.

“You are Dr. Shepard? I can see we have a lot of work to do. You almost killed him.” When he spoke, an accent lilted his words and sent chills up my spine.

He motioned to his mouth. “You have some on your…”

“I know,” I told him, irritation in my voice.

I didn’t want his interference, but he had prevented me from killing again. I wasn’t sure whether to be angry or relieved.

“I’m working on controlling it,” I told him, wiping the dribble from my chin with the sleeve of my shirt.

Sitting on the sidewalk, I rested my head on my knees, the warm sensation draining away.

I’d been struggling with this problem for precisely six years today.

The Viking folded his arms and stood there watching me, feet apart, planted on the concrete.

He reached down and pulled me up. “Get up. You’ll live.”

I favored his stoic, no-nonsense approach to my problem. Any sympathy would have made me feel weak and awkward.

As we wandered the streets back to my house, I thought about the runner I’d attacked tonight. If it hadn’t been for the Viking, that man would’ve died. His life would’ve been over, and it would have been my fault.


My voice broke the still silence of the night, “What’s your name, Viking?”

He laughed at my nickname and looked over at me, his mouth quirked up at the corners. “Karsten Ingvar, but you can call me Sten.”

Our pace slowed to a stop, and I put my hand out for his. “Nice to meet you, Sten. Sten?”

“Yeah, Sten. Nice to meet you as well.” His warm hand enclosed my own for this second time, the sizzling, warming sensation of his proximity making me a little dizzy.

All humor fled his countenance as he dropped my hand, apparently recalling his duty.

Without his skin touching mine, a strange empty sensation pricked at me.

Looking out into the night, Sten motioned that we should keep walking.

“Are you new? I’ve never seen you at headquarters.” I asked, sliding him a sideways glance as his long strides ate up the sidewalk.

“Yeah, Mr. Vatia hired me last week. I flew in and got settled… It’s a good thing I started tonight…” His gaze flicked to me. “Unless you’re in the habit of doing that every night.” He gestured in the direction we’d come from.

I sighed out a silent laugh. “No, thank goodness. No.”

After several minutes went by, the silence weighed heavy on me. “Where are you from?”

“Denmark, but I’ve lived all over Europe. This is my first time living here in the States.”


“Are you from…New York?”

“Born and raised,” I told him. “Except now I live here, in New Jersey…for my lab…that’s here…It’s cheaper real estate and Chronos Corp focuses mainly on pharmacology, and I’m a virologist, but they fund my research.” A blush spread up my neck. Why was I rambling so much? “So, did you know what you’d be in for when you flew all this way? It’s not exactly the dream job.”

His chest rumbled in silent mirth. “Yes. I’m what you call a specialist. I train new Moroi, usually soldiers but now I’m here to help you.”

I almost slapped myself. Mr. Vatia hired him? Aurev Vatia did not hire soldiers personally. I’d become a special case.

Was I really that bad?

My lips twisted, “Do you think you can help me? How long will it take?”

He nodded, “It’s different for everyone. For some people, they don’t suffer from thirst. For others, they will always struggle but can learn control.”

I hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Waiting at a corner for a car to pass, I surreptitiously studied this new mysterious stranger in my life.

An image of the last person I killed flashed across my vision.

I needed to get ahold of myself.

Tears stung the backs of my eyes; I blinked them away.

My Viking just stood there, piercing a hole through my soul with his strange eyes.

Finally, he spoke. “Stop,” he cradled my face in his hands. “I’m not just a guard to keep you in check–

I’ve trained hundreds of soldiers. Now, I’m here to help you.”

I studied his face. I couldn’t help flicking my gaze between his different colored irises. His kind eyes were steady, and the corner of his lips quirked up into a sympathetic smile.

“I know. I’m just so relieved.” I whispered into the charged space between us.

Licking my lips, my mouth was suddenly dry.

The way he looked at me made me feel naked, even in the darkness of night. My Viking was straight out of my wildest dreams. Foreign, rugged and painfully handsome, he took my breath away.

When his fingers unthreaded from my hair and around my face, I noticed his pulse jumped.

Chemistry flew between us and maybe a few sparks, but I couldn’t go there.

I laughed and ran my fingers under my eyes. This was Aurev’s perverse sense of humor to dangle a man I couldn’t have in my face.

In my house.

Wherever I went.

But, I needed this damn hunger to end. A day without worrying and staying away from humans seemed impossible. Karsten was my lifeline, and I couldn’t screw this up.

“Is this my last chance?” I wondered aloud.

My Viking’s mouth curved up at the corner. “No, min lille heks, no. However, when I leave, you will be in control of yourself.”

The Book

v12Fans of Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood) or Vampire Academy will love this paranormal romance series.

Scarlet is a must read if you like a little mystery with your paranormal romance!

A rogue scientist is infecting the Moroi of the world with a deadly disease, and one woman is willing to risk it all for the cure. Dr. Sarah Shepard doesn’t let anything get in her way. She’s a renegade virologist who’s on a mission to find a cure. However, as a new vampire, her out-of-control bloodlust has ruined her marriage, taken her kids and continues to plague her at every turn. Karsten Ingvar is an elite Danish soldier who specializes in taming new vampires. When he takes an assignment to help the prestigious Dr. Shepard, he can’t help but be fascinated and compelled by her determination and beauty. Together, they begin to track down this madman, but the more they learn, the more questions they have. When Karsten’s centuries-old past steps between him and Sarah, she’s forced to make an unthinkable choice between her love for the soldier and her old life.

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The Author

T.L.ChristiansonT.L. lives in Colorado with her husband and two children. She’s a graduate from the University of Colorado in Boulder and an avid outdoorswoman. When she’s not outside or writing, you’ll find her playing the Sims, a new Nancy Drew Mystery game or watching some Netflix.

She’s always jotted down stories and even wrote her first novel at age 16. T.L. finally decided to share her stories with the world and pursue publication after a severe injury left her in the hospital. She was given a bleak prognosis with lots of restrictions. Fighting to overcome them, T.L. has defied her doctors expectations and now lives a normal life. Although she still struggles occasionally from the fallout of her injuries, she’s a fighter and wants merely to give her readers the joy and contentment that she feels when reading a good book.

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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!

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


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. 🙂


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

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


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


“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¢.


“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.


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.


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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The Author

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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