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: 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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The Author

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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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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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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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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THE BLACK ROSE COVERTHE DARKEST ROSE

‘He was about a head taller than I was. He was black, and had dark, caramel eyes. There were shadows underneath his eyes, with a sort of sorrow engraved within them. He was around my age, but something told me otherwise. It was his very presence that reminded me of something kind, compassionate, desperate.

He wore all black, so much so I thought he looked like the reaper. His hands were bound, just like mine, and though his head was supposed to be down, he knew I was there. There was something animalistic about him, something I couldn’t help but be enticed by. And it snapped me out of my hunger.

“Do you know me?” was the first thing I heard.’

Nathan is a resident at Blackwell, a famous institution for the deranged, the criminally insane, and children with special powers. His job? Devour death row inmates on the day of their execution. This changes when he is kidnapped by a mysterious man named Damien, who says he knows Nathan from a life he neither wanted nor understood. In this chilling tale of love and loss, can Nathan overcome his demons and find the strength to move on, or will he be lost in the sorrow of his own sins?

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51eDLV6IzZL._SY346_CASSTIEL ~ Born of Lighting

Dragonkind ~ 52 Realms: Book 2

As an ancient immortal, bonded dragon shifter, Casstiel should have joined his soul mate Maya, when she was murdered ten years ago by the Ilyium; a vicious and powerful group of druid witches set on destroying all supernatural beings.
But with her last breath, Maya, aware that Casstiel was also tethered to another, severed their bond, and left him behind in the land of the living.
For ten years Casstiel extracts his vengeance against the Ilyium, all the while blaming fate, along with another.
A female, and the one who kept him alive and unable to join Maya.
Casstiel lives in a haze of fury, neglecting his family, until he comes face to face with her.
Ashara.
He wants to hate her, and tries, but he quickly realizes she isn’t the enemy, but rather a victim as well.
Suddenly his protective instincts awakening, and he realizes what an ass he’s been.
However, he also finds himself fiercely attracted to her. Even worse, she opens his eyes and makes him question what it is he really wants.
Half human and half Fire-born, Ashara has never soared the skies or shifted into her dragon. Instead, she’s been held captive as a breeder for the Ilyium, heart breaking more each time they take a child from her.
Her only solace has been a connection to another that’s always kept her sane in a cold, harsh life.
When her daughter’s mate suddenly frees her from where her twisted son had been holding her captive, Ashara is happy. Until she’s confronted by a large, sexy male who scares the hell out of her.
Cass wants her to release him, and Ashara how no idea how.
But as her heart awakens to a love she never dreamed possible, she recognizes the bond, and while she struggles to find her place, unsure of her desires, she makes a shocking discovery. One that fills her with fear.
Now Ashara and Cass have decisions to make, though they may not be what anyone wants.


After reading this synopsis I was sold. I mean I’m already a big dragon lover and books featuring dragons are an easy sell on me. However, this synopsis is plain eye candy and makes me drool for more. So, CASSTIEL welcome to my TBR list and Sheri-Lynn looking forward to sinking my teeth into this awesome looking book. Great work.
If your still needing more inspiration to get you to snatch up this dragon book then keep reading. I have a special excerpt below to spark your interest and hope it gets you to push that pretty link to your favorite online store to purchase. Hang on to your hats ladies and gents! We are going into the world of awesome!


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Ashara stood frozen, eyes lowered like prey that’s been caught by a predator.
“Release me,” he repeated.
“Cass, leave her alone,” Zales said telepathically, sounding weary.
“She’s the one,” Cass said. “I need her to sever this bond between us.”
“Maybe, but you scare her, and it’s been a long night,” Zales said with his eyes closed.
With a frustrated snarl, Cass went and sat at the opposite end of the couch from him.
He was so bloody tired. For so long, he’d dreamed of finding the one holding him to life. He’d plotted his revenge, imagining what he would do once he finally found her. He would make her pay, make her hurt, just like he hurt. Then he’d break their connection and send her to hell. It had been all that kept him alive for the last ten years.
But now, he couldn’t do it. No matter what he wanted to believe, she wasn’t some evil sorceress and she looked like she could be blown over by a stiff breeze.
Ashara cautiously at back down on the love seat across from him.
Cass’s body filled with need, making him want to swear. He hated his reaction, along with the sudden desire to protect her. Then there was the pain in her eyes, and her fear when she looked at him. She’d been a victim and that made him angry as well. He didn’t want to like her, desire her, or care at all. He had nothing left to give.
His thoughts turned to his mate Maya. How he wished to join her. Yet as he closed his eyes, Ashara filled his mind. He imagined her naked and under him. Cass let out a low growl and adjusted his position.
As the others in the room slept. Cass looked at Ashara who was curled into a tight ball. Every now and then she’d give a little shiver, and even with her eyes closed, she looked bruised and worn-out. All of a sudden, something in Cass softened.
Zales’s voice filled his head. “Saber rescued her from Darry Caverns where her son, Commander Casin, kept her prisoner.”
Her own son did that to her?
When Zales was once again asleep, Cass rose, but as he started past Ashara, he paused. Then he grabbed the blanket off the couch and gently covered her.
Satisfied, he made his way over to the tunnel and walked through the waterfall until he stood outside.
He glanced up at the rock wall towering behind him, then down at the placid lake over five-hundred-feet below. Despite the sharp white spears rising from the water, it appeared so calm, and completely opposite of his churning emotions. Finally, he gazed at the first of Tartaria’s suns breaking over the horizon. How long since he sat and watched a sunrise?
Thoughts back on Ashara, an unreasonable anger surged once again.
He shoved off the ledge. Power tingled throughout him as he rushed headlong toward the water far below, and he could feel that detested tether strengthening. It pulled, tugged, drew him, and pissed him off more. His dragon struggled for freedom, but he held the shift back.
The lake grew close fast, and he clearly saw the jagged white crystal shards projecting from the pale-blue surface. Sharp, deadly prongs. The pain would be brutal. And he wanted it. Needed it.
But suddenly, a white-hot bolt of lightning pierced him. His magic exploded and Cass howled as he shifted instantly. It wasn’t the result he was looking for, but the pain involved worked.
He roared, and rose into the sky, soaking up the energy that pierced his scaled body, bolt after bolt. Thunder boomed, though there wasn’t a single cloud in sight.

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I fell in love with reading at age twelve when I read The Black Stallion series by Walter Farley. All these years, I have never stopped reading. No matter where I go, or what I do, I always have a book. One day in 2008, after we moved to the beautiful Creston Valley in British Columbia, I read a book with an ending I didn’t like. I don’t know what book it was, it didn’t stick with me as I almost tossed it out the window.

But that pushed me to write my own book. My own characters, doing what I wanted them to do. Vampires and Were-wolves were big, and while I love them, I love dragons too. Oh, so much! At the time, I’d never heard of dragon shifters, and I don’t really think of the Dracones as shifters, but more as immortals who can change into dragons.

I opened up a word doc and began to type. But life with young kids gets busy and it wasn’t until 2014 that I seriously got into it. My characters really came to life in my head and soon more joined them.

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