The Letting
Release Date: 12/15/14
335 pages
Summary from Goodreads:
What if the Devil doesnât know heâs the Devil?
This is the question Veronica âRonnieâ Billings poses to Phoenix, her sworn enemy, the leader of the Peaceful Revolution, and the one she loves. Kidnapped by Phoenixâs rebels, Ronnie learns how wrong she has been. She had no idea that her patriotism was wasted on a corrupt government. Ronnie was proud to be a Leader; taking hundreds of harvested girls to the Letting facility. After all, she was saving them from future Couplings and bringing them to the safety of the New World. Or so she thought⦠Confused, Ronnie realizes the only way to discover the truth is to trust her heart. Together, Phoenix and Ronnie devise a plan to stop their corrupt government and preempt the dangerous rebel coup which is approaching. But when their plan goes awry, will Ronnie be strong enough to save Phoenix, her country, and herself?
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EXCERPT:
"What if the Devil doesn't know he's the Devil?" I ask.
Phoenix shakes his head, confused. "What?"
"Why? Why does the bad I've done have to define me?"
"Because you're a murdering sadist," he snaps back at me.
"No, I am not." I clench my teeth, standing my ground. I am tired of these labels I am suddenly wearing. "I never, I mean never knew what happened to those girls I led to the Lettings. I am so very sorry I played any role in this vile enterprise in which we exist, but I was clueless. Maybe I'm ignorant, or downright stupid, but I would rather have been dead than be responsible for hurting anyone. And before you go throwing malicious names around, maybe it's time you consider maybe you're wrong...? What if you kidnapped and tortured me in the name of a revolution that is wrong?"
"It's not," he argues.
"But I didn't think I was wrong, either." I am exasperated. "Don't you get it?"
He takes a step back away from me, but I go on.
"We are completely turned around. The only information we're fed is from a corrupt enterprise. What makes you think your information is any more accurate than mine?"
For the first time ever, he looks terrified. I let a moment go by before I gesture for Raven to come over, and she hurries to my side.
"This is Raven," I say, slowly, talking to Phoenix. "She's your sister."
About the Author
Given my love for cities and all that is gritty, my new obsession with trees really has me stumped. (Sorry.) Maybe it's because trees are the inspiration behind my new YA/NA novel, THE LETTING.
Whatever the reason for my new infatuation, some things remain constant -- like my love for: coffee (although sadly, it's now decaf); yoga; Luna bars (I am petitioning for them to bring back Chocolate Raspberry!); running in my neighborhood; Hemingway; Bukowski... and, above all, my husband and my girls.
I am the author of the bestselling novel, Sleeping With Mortals: The Story of a New York Mistress, and I'm also a playwright. I have my B.A. in English and my M.A. in Theatre.
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Title: Bad Blood
Series: Wages of Sin #1
By: Laurencia Hoffman & Sophie Smith
Publication Date: April 5, 2016
Genre: Fantasy
Blake is an outlaw loved only by his wife. Melina is a lonely woman abandoned by her sire. While seeking refuge in a cave, Blake is attacked by the female vampire. She abandons him soon after he turns, which leaves him to fend for himself. He develops a wild and rebellious nature and is used to being on his own, but when Melina suddenly reappears in his life, it changes his world yet again. Though it's difficult for them to forgive and forget the past, they try to put their differences aside. They still have a sense of loyalty to one another. They make an effort to repair their relationship, though Melina is unaware of the number of enemies that her fledgling has acquired in her absence. With so many obstacles ahead of them, and Blake's enemies not far behind, they try to survive the danger, as well as each other.
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Laurencia Hoffman is the author of three published books; Casting Stones, Bittersweet and Star Crossed: Worlds Apart (published under her legal name: Jolene Poole). Laurencia lives with her family in Michigan. When she's not writing she also enjoys making her own line of natural products, and watching films.
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Today J. Keller Ford and Month9Books are revealing the cover and first chapter for IN THE SHADOW OF THE DRAGON KING! Book 1 in the Chronicles of Fallhallow Series which releases May 31, 2016! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to be one of the first readers to receive an eGalley!!
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Hi there! Iâm so excited to share this cover with you. I love the stunning blue background with the silver accents, and the dragon medallion totally captures the personality of the book. I knew I wanted the cover to be classic, timeless, yet dark and enchanting, and boy, did the designers deliver! I couldnât be more thrilled. Thanks so much for stopping by!
Title: IN THE SHADOW OF THE DRAGON KING (The Chronicles of Fallhallow #1)
Author: J. Keller Ford
Pub. Date: May 31, 2016
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback & eBook
Seventeen-year-old, Eric, is a kick-butt squire to the most revered knight in Fallhollow. Well he would be if Sir Trogsdill allowed him to do anything even remotely awesome. Determined to prove his worth, Eric sets out to find the mythical paladin summoned to protect the realm from the evil lurking nearby.
Sixteen-year-old, David, spends his days collecting school honors, winning archery tournaments, and trying not to fall in love with his scrappy best friend, Charlotte.
Right when things start to get interesting, he is whisked away to the magical realm of Fallhollow where everyone thinks he's some sort of paladin destined to fulfill a two-hundred-year-old prophecy. He's supposed to help kill a dragon with some sort of magic key. The same key that happens to adorn the neck of an annoying squire who's too wrapped up in proving himself to be much help to anyone.
With egos as big as the dragon they need to destroy, Eric and David must get over themselves, or watch everything they know and love, burn.
Excerpt
âWar is a necessary evil. There is not a day or time when each of us does not battle some sort of enemy either within or around us. The true test of our character lies in the instant when we choose to either ignore or defeat that which seeks to destroy us. It is the same in our kingdom. Hirth has seen its share of battles and this great province has ridden the wings of freedom for many an age; however, there will come a day when an evil so immense will seek to threaten our very existence. It is then the knights of Gyllen Castle will rise to the aid of Hirth and defend all that is dear â our families, our land, and our right to survive. When such a time comes, I will fight with honor and for glory and give my life, if my forfeiture of it will allow Hirth the chance to endure in peace. And while I know that the enemy may prevail and my life be extinguished from this body, my death will not be in vain for what is more honorable than giving oneâs life for love of family, countryâ¦and freedom.â
Sir Trogsdill Domnall. Chapter 1 If Eric had known what the daylight would bring after the nightmares ended, he would have remained in bed, the covers pulled over his head. Instead, he waded through the puddles of the castleâs upper courtyard, each gong from the clock tower further coiling his stomach into knots. Sloshing along beside him, down the aisle of topiaries and statues, was his best friend, a devilish lad with unkempt hair the color of dirt and a cock-eyed grin. âI donât know why youâre in such a hurry,â Sestian said, polishing an apple on his sleeve. âWeapons class began fifteen minutes ago. Master Mafi wonât allow us in.â The apple crunched in his teeth. âYou donât understand, Ses. I have to try.â Eric swatted at the spindly arms of a willow tree. âThis will be the third day in a row I missed. If I donât go, word will get back to Trog and heâll flog me. You know how he gets.â âYou worry too much. Heâd never physically hurt you, however, I do have to admit, he is quite an odd fellow. I saw him make another midnight trek to the fountain last night. He sat there all hunched over like heâd lost his best friend, then he stood, dropped a rose in the water, and left.â Ericâs muscles bunched under his light shirt, his brow pinched. âThat is bizarre, even for him.â âWant to hear something even more bizarre?â Sestian paused, took another bite of the apple and buried the core in a potted plant. âI overheard Trog and my own headache of a master talking this morning. I believe the exact words out of Farnsworthâs mouth were, âFallhollow is under attackâ.â Eric came to a stop, his eyes wide. âAttack? From who?â Sestian shrugged. âDonât know, but members of the Senate and the Mageâs High Council arrived an hour ago, including the Supreme Master himself. Theyâre meeting with the Order as we speak.â âWhat?â Ericâs pulse quickened. âJaredâs here? You saw him?â The grand mage of all magical beings never involved himself in the affairs of men. Ever. âNo, but I plan to change that.â An impish twinkle glistened in Sestianâs eyes. âAre you game?â âWhat? You want toâyou meanâyouâre joking, right?â The puckish grin on Sestianâs face answered his question. Eric shook his head. âOh, no. There is no way youâre going to get me to eavesdrop on a secret council meeting. Iâd rather get hit by lightning than suffer the punishment from anyone sitting in that room.â âAww, come on, Eric. Must you always be so dull? Arenât you the least bit curious?â âThat sort of curiosity will land us in the pillory at best.â Eric pushed past his friend through the carved citadel doors. Sestian darted in front of him and stopped. âYour point?â âMy point is that I value my life.â âAnd what of Fallhollow? Donât you value our home?â âOf course I do, butââ âThen what are you waiting for?â Sestian punched Ericâs arm. âLetâs go.â âSes, no!â Ericâs protest fell on empty ears. His friend was gone. Eric brushed past the lapis columns of the marble vestibule into the Great Hall, a wide-open space topped by a domed ceiling so high its ornate detail was almost lost in the darkness. Nobles and servants milled about, coming and going out of the many rooms, laughter echoing off the walls speckled with massive tapestries and oiled paintings. A flock of girls dressed in aristocratic finery stood upon the majestic staircase, twittering like excited canaries. One of them, Lady Emelia, a startling girl with red hair and striking features, waved at him and winked. Eric rolled his eyes and scurried down the hall past the stairs. The last thing he wanted or needed was a flighty girl choking his freedom. He passed several lavish rooms before spotting his friend at the far end of the music room, leaning on a harp. âWhat took you so long?â Sestian grinned, then pushed aside a wall tapestry and vanished through a secret door. âDrat you, Ses. How do you find these things?â Eric glanced over his shoulder and followed. Inside, Sestian struck a wooden match against the stone wall and lit a torch he plucked from an iron sconce. They climbed a set of narrow steps. The guttering flame of Sestianâs torch cast shadows on the walls. More than once the passageway twisted and turned as they ascended. âAre you sure you know where youâre going?â Eric asked. Sestian laughed. âWeâre in the heart of the castle and youâre going to ask that question now?â They continued upward. After what seemed an eternity, the steps emptied onto the landing of a dark corridor filled with cobwebs. Sestian stopped and thrust the torch at Eric. âHold this.â He spun a wall sconce in a combination of left and right turns until a latch popped, and a hidden door opened inward, exposing a small room filled with wooden crates. âWhat theâ?â Eric stepped inside, his mouth open. Sestian placed his finger to his lips and motioned to a jagged hole the size of a manâs fist in the wall. Curious, Eric squatted and peered through a banner of delicate silk. âDragonâs breath,â he whispered. âThatâs the kingâs arbitration room!â He flicked a sideways glance at Sestian. âHow did you find this?â âI donât sleep much, remember?â âGood heavens, you are crazy.â A chair scraped across the wood floor below. Four mages, recognizable by their golden skin, turquoise eyes, and sapphireâblue garments, sat on one side of an immense oval table. Four senators clad in similar garments of purple and gold sat across from them. At one head of the table sat Trog and Farnsworth. At the other, a sojourner shrouded in black with silver rings upon his fingers and tattoos etched upon his hands. And at one of the five arched windows stood the sorceress, Slavandria, her thick lavender hair plaited in a single braid to the floor. âJared,â Eric said under his breath. âYep,â Sestian said. âThatâd be my guess.â Below, Trog leaned forward, his massive hands clasped together, and addressed the cloaked figure opposite him. âWe will heed your warnings, Master Jared, and dispatch a legion to His Majestyâs entourage. I also think it wise to notify our neighbors to the north of the encroaching threat. If this enemyâs intentions are to see Hirth fall, he will attack our allies first to render our kingdom helpless.â âAgreed.â Jaredâs voice resonated deep within the chambers, and into Ericâs core. âMaster Camden, see to it the kingdoms of Trent and Banning are informed of the possible threat. Also, instruct the shime to dispatch regiments and secure the borders of Hirth.â âDo you feel that necessary?â replied the bald man clad in blue. âThere is no proof the kingdom of Hirth or the realm of Fallhollow, for that matter, is under attack. There have only been a few isolated incidents of bloodshed, nothing that could be construed as acts of war.â âMaster Camden,â Jared said, âseveral families of barbegazis, nine unicorns, and over a hundred humans are dead all in the course of four days. This morning, patrols rescued a herd of pixies from a crowâs cage in the Elmwithian Marsh. They were swathed in dragonâs blood. Might I remind you a single act of brutality, especially one steeped in black magic as these incidences are, is one violation too many. Our job is to protect this world, and more so this kingdom, from any dark sorcery that may threaten it. If this directive is in any way unclear, I will be more than happy to personally instruct you in the importance of upholding your defensive role.â A chill crept up Ericâs spine. âOh, come on. Instruct him,â Sestian said, a grin stretched across his face. A palpable silence fell over the room. Master Camden shifted in his seat and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. âPersonal instruction is not necessary, Supreme Master.â âI find that to be a wise decision.â Eric exhaled. âYes, so do I.â Jared stood and pulled the hood of his cloak forward. âSince we are in agreement, I believe we can dismiss. Sir Trogsdill, if I may, Iâd like to speak with my daughter alone.â âOf course,â Trog said, standing. âThe rest of you, follow me to the dining hall where you can feast before your journey home.â âI donât believe this, Sestian whispered as Trog ushered the last of the visitors out and closed the door behind him. âShh,â Eric said. Down below, Slavandria, said âWhat is on your mind, Father?â Jared strolled past her, his hands tucked into his voluminous sleeves. âI have given this a great deal of thought and I have reached a decision. Considering all that has happened, I am left with no other choice. As queen of the Southern Forest and protector of this realm, you must summon the paladin.â Her gasp could have ripped leaves from their stems. âFather, no! I canât! The paladin is only to be summoned in the direst of circumstances. While these attacks are horrid, they are far from extreme.â âDaughterââ âFather, please. The ramifications will be devastating to all those involved. Together with the shime, weâll find this enemy and bring him into the light. I beg you. Please do not do this.â âIf that were true, they would have done so by now. As such, your arguing is futile. My decision is made. By sunset within three days, you must fulfill your duties. I will have the document drawn and sealed. Have Mangus deliver it. So it is said?â Slavandriaâs jaw tightened. âYouâre being unreasonable.â âAnd you are bordering the line of punishment.â Eric shuddered at the menacing tone. âDo I have your word?â Jared said. Slavandria straightened her back and steadied her voice. âYes, Father. So it is said. So it shall be done, but donât think for one-minute I wonât improvise when the time presents itself.â âYou have always been my challenge child. I would expect nothing less from you. Now, if you will forgive me, I must go.â âWhere this time?â âHome, to Felindil for a day. Afterwards, I will be in seclusion, communing with the heavens before taking to the sea.â âWhat? And leave me here to set the world right once the paladin arrives?â Jaredâs full-bodied laughter filled the room. âYou sound as if the demon of the underworld will rise, spewing fire and ash.â âAnd how do you know he wonât?â She paused, her fingers steepled to her lips before continuing. âFather, please. All I ask is for once, in your long, stubborn life, you listen to me. The people of this kingdom and all of Fallhollow are innocent. They need our protection. I fear what the paladinâs presence will do. You canât bring such devastation upon Fallhollow and then leave me to salvage whatever is left.â âI bring nothing upon this realm; therefore, I leave you with nothing to clean up. The course of the world is set. Events will unfold as they will. The paladin will not change that which is set in motion.â âYouâre wrong, Father.â Slavandria brushed past him. âDisagree if you must. You always do. For now, go home. Wait for my summoning papers and prepare the traveler. I will come to you in Chalisdawn three days hence.â Jared snapped his fingers. White shards of light crackled and zapped around him, and he was gone. Slavandria shook her head. âYou have no idea what youâve done, Father.â She gathered her cloak from the back of a chair and incanted some strange words. A swift pale-blue mist rose from the floor, swirling, engulfing her in a vortex. The air sizzled and splintered, and she, too, disappeared. âWhoa,â Sestian said. âThis is worse than bad.â âNo kidding,â Eric stood and brushed the dust from his breeches, âand I have a feeling itâs going to get a lot worse.â Sestian withdrew the torch as they left the room and shut the door. âYou do realize weâre going to have to find out who this paladin is, right?â Eric walked down the steps. âWhy is that?â âCome on. Are you that daft? How else are we going to prove to Trog and Farnsworth that weâre deserving of becoming knights? Right now they think weâre nothing but a pair of imbeciles worthy of nothing more than polishing armor and performing duties of a valet.â âWeâre squires, Ses. Thatâs what we do.â âAnd itâs all weâll ever do if we donât prove ourselves. Donât you get it? When was the last time Gyllen Castle or Hirth saw battle, hmm?â âYou sound as if you want war.â âNo, but I havenât trained all my life to become a knight only to end up as a fat, lazy, well-paid manservant.â Eric turned a corner and continued downward, his voice hollow in the muted dark. âI donât think youâll ever be fat or lazy.â âEric, come on. Why must you be so difficult? Without a skirmish or two, acts of heroism for us are limited to rescuing girls from over-zealous drunkards and protecting the royal dinner from the palace dogs. I want more than that. When I die, I donât want to be remembered for how well I polished a sword, but for something grand and heroic. Donât you want the same?â âOf course I do, but I donât sit around thinking about what legacy I want to leave behind when I die.â âLiar. All you ever talk about is how much you want to be a knight like Trog.â Sestian shoved past Eric and blocked his descent. âThink about it. You know as well as I weâll be relegated to the stables to saddle horses and pack rations and bedrolls if there is the slightest hint of a conflict. They wonât let us anywhere near a battlefield, especially you. Itâs like youâre some kind of poster boy for squire school.â âI know, butââ âNo, there are no buts. Donât you see? Now is our chance to show our mettle. If we team up with this paladin, we have a chance to prove ourselves. Trog and Farnsworth will have to take notice.â âYeah, after they flog, tar and feather us. Besides, what makes you think this paladin will want us, huh? Heâs probably some powerful sorcerer like Jared.â âNo one is as powerful as Jared, but Iâll bet you a rooster against a duck this savior dabbles not only in white, but black magic, too. Thatâs why Jared needs him.â âWhich is all the more reason for us to keep our distance.â âNo! Itâs all the more reason for us to find him. Heâll need guides to help him maneuver through our lands. Weâll be heroes for saving Fallhollow from a murderous foe. King Gildore will praise us. Songs will be written about us.â Eric rolled his eyes. Sestian snorted. âDonât think I canât hear your eyes flipping around in their sockets. You know Iâm right. We know every crack in the earth Fallhollow possesses. Weâve been trained by the very best knights in the world. On top of that, I have a knack for getting us in and out of places unseen. Youâre extraordinary with a blade. Together, weâre dangerous. We can be his eyes and ears. And when we defeat whatever is out there, Trog and Farnsworth will have no choice but to admit our accomplishments and recommend us for knighthood.â Sestianâs stance and the set of his eyes conveyed an intensity Eric admired and feared. He sighed aloud. âAll right. You win, but we say nothing. If Trog and Farnsworth found out, theyâd roll us in dragon dung and set us on fire.â Sestian punched Eric playfully on the arm and smiled, wide. âHa! I knew I could break you.â They hurried from the music room and fell in with other students leaving classrooms. In the sunlit courtyard, Eric stopped short. Sestian plowed into him from behind. âWhatâs wrong?â Eric gritted his teeth. âDo you not see who is standing in front of us?â Sestian turned his gaze to their masters leaning against the balustrade, their arms folded to their chests, waiting. âGreat. Let me handle this.â Trog stood upright and adjusted the sword on his hip, flexing the intersecting scars on his armsâreminders of dozens of battles fought. He took a step forward, and a gust of wind blew his dark hair back from his weathered, sun-darkened face, exposing a high forehead, square jaw, and intense peridot eyes. Eric gulped as a childhood tale about a sly mouse captured by a blind owl scampered through his brain. âYouâre late,â Trog said, tossing Eric a suede satchel weighed down with sheathed knives. âWhere have you been?â He spoke softly, but his voice reverberated through the crisp morning air. âListening to Magister Timanâs lecture on ceremonial magic,â Sestian replied. âDid you know there are magical portals that allow us to travel between realms?â âDid you know I have a magical foot that can disappear up your backside if you donât get down to the stables right now?â Farnsworth asked. His brow furrowed beneath a curtain of wavy straw-colored hair. He walked toward Sestian, the seams of his green tunic strained over his wide shoulders, his eyes as brown and penetrating as a wolfâs. âSo Iâve heard. Several times.â Sestian grinned and tapped Eric on the arm. âWeâll get together later and go over what we learned today, eh?â Eric nodded and shuffled his feet under the weight of Trogâs stare. He waited for Sestian and Farnsworth to get far enough away before lifting his head and meeting Trogâs gaze. The knight lifted a brow. âAre you going to tell me where you really were, or are you going to hold to your story that you were listening to a lecture that ended this time yesterday?â âWhich one will get me in the least amount of trouble?â Trog placed his hand on Ericâs back and edged him down the stone steps to the lower courtyard. âThe truth, Eric. Always the truth.â âWhat if I promised not to tell?â âSecrets are grave burdens to bear.â âI canât betray his confidence, sir. I promised.â Trog nodded. âThen youâll sleep in the stables tonight as punishment.â âWhat? How is that fair?â âYou know the rules as my squire, and you still choose to withhold the truth. Therefore, you shall be punished accordingly.â âBut the rules of knighthood require I not reveal confidences or secrets under any circumstance to anyone at any time, even under pain of death.â âNice try, lad, but the last time I looked, you have not been captured nor are you under pain of death.â Trog placed a heavy hand on Ericâs shoulder. âIâm going to give you one more chance. What will it be?â Eric clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides. âWith all due respect, sir, I cannot and will not betray my friend.â Trog removed his hand. âI commend you on your loyalty, son, but you have made your choice. Therefore, you will suffer the consequences of it. Now go on and get busy with your chores. I want each of those blades in your hand sharpened and polished by morningââ âBut, sirââ âAnd for protesting when you should not, you will also sharpen and polish Sir Farnsworthâs blades. Iâll see to it they are dropped off.â Eric opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind when Trog dipped his brow in warning. âWould you like me to add Sir Gowranâs and Sir Crohnâs weapons to your load?â Eric bit back the irritation boiling below the surface. âNo, sir.â âVery well. Bring the blades to the farrierâs stall in the morning around eight. It will be a dual-fold meeting as you can visit your father at the same time.â Trog paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful, then turned and strolled across the courtyard. He hoisted a young page from a game of marbles and lectured him on the pitfalls of wasting time. Eric snorted at the boyâs bewildered expression and the speed at which he ran once set down upon his feet. Been there, boy. He cursed beneath his breath. What am I talking about? Iâm still there. Ericâs boots clicked on the cobblestones as he plodded toward Crafterâs Row. He passed beneath the archway connecting the cathedral to the knightsâ quarters and turned left down the tree-shaded lane toward the royal stables. After informing the stablemaster of his upcoming sleeping arrangements, Eric returned the way he came. At the crossroad, he turned and made his way toward the smithy. Horses clomped and wagons rattled over the pavers while thick clouds gathered overhead, suffocating the sun. A light drizzle set in as he entered a stone building marked by a metal plate engraved with a hammer and anvil. The blacksmith wiped the sweat from his brow and motioned Eric to a table set with vials of oils, and various whetstones. Eric sighed. Lovely. He settled into the monotonous task of sharpening and polishing, taking on Farnsworthâs load a few hours later. He finished his arduous task just after dusk. Cursing his sore muscles, he packed up the satchels and shuffled to the stables where a plate of bread, cheese and a pint of goatâs milk waited for him. Great. Is he trying to starve me, too? He ate what was given and settled into the hayloft, his stomach a knot of protests. He sighed. Who was this paladin, and from who or what was he destined to save the realm? There was only one way to find out. Tomorrow he and Sestian would devise a plan, and it would be worthy of a knightâs tale. When all was said and done, Trog would have no other choice than to see him as a worthy knight instead of an incompetent fool. An image of Trog groveling for forgiveness appeared in his mind. Eric snuggled into a bed of hay and fell into a blissful dream, a wide grin on his face.
About J. Keller Ford:
J. (Jenny) Keller Ford grew up as an Army brat, traveling the world and wandering the halls of some of Germanyâs most extraordinary castles. From the time she was old enough to hold a crayon, she wove fantasy tales of dragons, warriors, and princesses. A former paralegal, sheâs the author of several short stories including The Amulet of Ormisez, Dragon Flight, and The Passing of Millie Hudson. When not at her keyboard breathing new life into fantasy worlds, Jenny spends time overloading on coffee, collecting seashells, bowling, swimming, riding roller coasters and talking plotlines with anyone who will listen. She lives on the west coast of Florida with her husband, two sons, two dogs, and a pretentious orange cat. Her two daughters and grand-daughter make their homes in Seattle, WA.
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Moorigad: Complete Age of the Hybrid Series
by Debra Kristi
Genre: Paranormal/Romance/Fantasy
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When Kyra, the Moorigad dragon-shifter, unwittingly finds herself at Mysticâs Carnival, a supernatural world between realms, she believes her runaway days are finished. Amidst the carnies and never-ending magic, she finds a home of the heart â friends and belonging among a gathering of paranormal beings. However, living an uncomplicated life was never one of Kyraâs strengths.
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In this action-packed, fantasy romance about two coming-of-age would-be lovers, Kyra and Sebastianâs union and strength of character will be put to the ultimate test. The stakes? Everything and everyone that ever mattered to them
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Live in reality. Play on the other side. Debra Kristi is a paranormal and fantasy writer. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children and and three schizophrenic cats. Sheâs a full-time kid chaser, video game maker's wife, and muse prompted writer. Unlike the characters she often writes, she is not immortal and her only super power is letting the dishes and laundry pile up. When not writing, Debra is hanging out creating priceless memories with her family, geeking out to science fiction and fantasy television, and tossing around movie quotes. âShe writes because the dead girl told her to.â
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Series: Soul Scavengers #3 By: LJ Winters Publication Date: April 8, 2016 Genre: Ghost Hunters/Romance Cover Designer: Custom Cover Pro About the Book: Sullivan Wilde finds himself alone and wondering just what happened. Olivia Emerson finds herself on the other side of the country without the Ghost Man, facing down her greatest personal demon in the flesh. When Sullivan gets a video clip of the Soul Scavengers team's latest investigation, he's stunned. Tracking Olivia down, he rushes to make it to her side before the Devil Himself can swoop in and destroy everything Sullivan holds precious. What was supposed to be a thrilling paranormal investigation at an archaeological dig site inside the spooky Superstition Mountains, turns into the team's worst nightmare. This time, it isn't the dead that threaten Sullivan and Olivia. Lost gold, a doomsday cult, and an old enemy all plot against them as they fight to stay alive. Excerpt: “Twin flame?” he asked, and placing the pictures on the nightstand he turned to face her. “It’s another way of saying, your soul mate. You’re my soul mate Sullivan, and I’m yours.” She nestled closer to him on the bed, her hand resting on his knee. “It’s said that Twin Flames meet lifetime after lifetime, sometimes as lovers, sometimes in other family incarnations. I truly believe we’ve been married to each other’s souls for a millennium or more.” “How? Like husband and wife?” “Not exactly. I could have been your father, you could have been my brother or sister. You could have been my wife and me your husband sometimes. The common belief is that it varies. However, a few times in our earthly incarnations when we were lucky, we got to be lovers. Like we are today.” “Fascinating.” His slow, sexy drawl created an uncontrolled tailspin inside her belly, and Olivia found her carnal-self needing him in the worst possible way. “Yes. It really is. You and I are old souls, Sullivan. Children of the stars,” she told him, ghosting her hand down his arm. “You just had to wait a few years for me to catch up to you in this life. I’m just sorry for taking so long.” Grab The Series!About the Author!
Lisagh J. Winters is an emotional writer who loves pitting determined women up against hard, difficult to love men.
Her stories read much like watching your favorite TV drama, where POV can sometimes head hop here and there, but you're always sure where you stand. Intriguing, strong-willed characters, their push-me-pull-you relationships and an uphill battle of wills are what drives Lisagh's emotionally rich tales. Angst is her middle name. When not glued to her laptop, she enjoys life with her husband, three dogs and seven cats. She also loves interacting with her readers on Goodreads and Twitter! Social Media Links Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/LJ-Winters-806013342875813/ Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8029386.Lisagh_J_Winters Twitter - @MissLisaghW Website - http://ljwinters.blogspot.ca/ Giveaway! |
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