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Darkness Embraced by Trish Achangelo *Review

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Sold into slavery as a child, Ivy Black has known little but pain in her life. Offered as a sacrifice to the terrifying race known as the Ajax, she’s found by the fiercest one of them all. Betrayed and cast out by his tribe, Dredd is a lonely warrior longing for redemption. Now he’s found the answer to his prayers: his fated mate. If only she understood that.

Though Ivy is drawn to the feral warrior, she resists him, the need for freedom stronger than her desire. When she escapes, a maddened Dredd begins a brutal journey to find her. He becomes one of an elite group of gladiators called Beasts. Dredd travels the realm, fighting in the arenas and searching for Ivy. She’s found a new life but can’t forget the strong warrior and his sensual touch.

Then one day Dredd arrives in her village for a tournament…

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Ivy Black is a kitchen slave for the ShadowBorn nobles. Dredd is a scarred and shunned warrior of the feared Ajax tribe. The Ajax area tribe of huge people with fangs who are very fierce. When the ShadowBorn decide to sacrifice a maiden it’s Ivy’s name drawn from the basket. So she finds herself tied to a tree in the Dark Woods waiting for what she has no idea. Dredd is hunting in the Dark Woods and smells her and realizes she’s a Vessel, someone who might be able to get him back into the good graces of his tribe. He rescues her from another warrior and bites her to mark her and keep her safe from the other Ajax. Ivy doesn’t want to be a slave and sure doesn’t want to be mated to an Ajax so one night she drugs him and escapes. She ends up at hiding from Dredd at a brothel where she’s the maid. During Dredd’s hunt for Ivy he joins the Beast of Sport, sort of a traveling gladiator show, where he’s the undefeated champion. When he finds Ivy he takes her in more ways than one. Now Ivy has to decide if she wants to be his mate and stay with him or run back to the brothel. Is there a HEA is their future or are they doomed? I enjoyed this book and thought the characters were well written and the storyline flowed well. Who doesn’t like a book about a maiden and an strong alpha male who swoops in and takes what he wants. Independent reviewer for PR&ATR. 4 fangs.
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Fading Light by Angela Dennis (Giveaway)

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Book 2

Angela Dennis

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Date of Publication: September 23, 2014

ISBN: 1619224569

ISBN13: 9781619224568

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Number of pages: 279

Word Count: 76,000

Cover Artist: Kanaxa

Tagline: Everyone has a breaking point.

Book Description:

Her hundred-year penance lifted, Shadow Bearer Brenna Baudouin returns to the Earthly plane with her partner, Gray Warlow, to keep the peace between humans and supernatural creatures—and to prevent another apocalyptic war from happening.

The attraction between them is nearing a critical point, but their checkered history has left Brenna unable to trust either her heart or her instincts.

It’s chaotic business as usual until humans begin turning to statues of dust. There is no explanation, no sign of magical foul play or a biological toxin. The humans are convinced it’s the work of a deviant supernatural faction, twisting the knife in the already tense relationship between their species. Brenna and Gray agree—the deaths have a former comrade-turned-rogue stamped all over them.

In a race against time, they enlist the help of both friend and foe to save the human race and stop the impending civil war. Along the way, they are forced to come to terms with their past and decide, once and for all, whether they will come together or fall apart.

Warning: Contains a heroine who knows her weapons but not her own heart, an outbreak of supernatural proportions, copious bloodletting, and a race to save an endangered species—humans. All tied up in a tight bow of sexual tension.

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Darkness embraced Brenna like a thick wool blanket. It wrapped around her, blocking the dim lamplight as she walked toward the seedy bar. Glass residue from the riots crunched beneath her leather boots. Mixed with snow, the bits of broken beer bottles and smashed windows glittered like an army of broken icicles. She breathed deeply, inhaling the cool night air. It smelled of sour beer and clove cigarettes and left a bitter taste on her tongue.

Shadows embraced the sides of the stone structure that housed the Dirty Ruby, one of the few multi-species bars in Denver proper. They stalked across the snow and mixed with the night to merge into a black mass. From its midst stepped a man. Well over six feet, he moved with grace in contrast to his size. The moonlight played across his face, highlighting his chiseled features.

Brenna’s pulse quickened and she took an involuntary step forward. Self-conscious, she ran a hand through her copper curls, freeing them from the careless bun. The thick strands streamed down her back like fire as she moved, her breath coming in quick harsh bursts. She slipped off her black leather duster and draped it across her arm. Without it the tight black corset left her taut belly and back exposed, but she didn’t feel the cold. She never did around Gray.

Four demons. Thirty humans. Keep the casualties to a minimum.” Brenna brushed past him, tossing him her coat. “I’ll bring them out. You send them back to hell.”

Hell?” Gray grinned. His teeth gleamed in the moonlight. “You speak human now?”

She shrugged. “When in Rome.”

Her back to him, she turned toward the freshly white-washed door. But before she could move, he had her shoulder in a vise grip. His fingers twined in the hair at the base of her skull. His breath hot against her cheek. “I know your other partners let you boss them around.” He turned her to face him. “I’m not them.”

He stepped forward, forcing her back. They moved in an awkward dance until her ass hit the stone wall. Trapped, she stared at him, wary. A shadow fell across his face hiding all but his piercing violet eyes.

We enter together. Once they’re dead, we leave.” He stepped back, loosening his hold.

The humans—”

Won’t remember a thing.” He crushed his lips to hers even as he slid the duster across her shoulders. “And I’m not your coat rack.” Releasing her, he stepped back.

Brenna rubbed the back of her hand against her bruised lips. Gray would be the death of her.

If she didn’t kill him first.

She leaned against the wall to regain her bearings as he stepped into the light. He moved like a jungle cat. Ropes of strong muscles slid beneath his bronzed skin as his wild untapped power stirred beneath the surface. Akin to a force of nature, he would never go unnoticed. Even incognito, only a fool wouldn’t recognize Gray was dangerous. He was a beautiful, powerful thing to behold. And he was hers.

If she wanted him.

His black hair shimmered in the pale lamplight. It was tied with the usual brown leather strap, but a few pieces had slipped free. They curled around his face, softening his features. The sight of him stirred memories of what they had been to each other. Memories she had struggled for nearly a hundred years to repress. But she still wanted him with a fervor that was both frightening and exhilarating.

A sigh slipped from her lips as she pushed off the wall to follow him into the bar. Wooden planks creaked beneath their feet as they stepped inside. The room was crammed wall-to-wall with sweaty bodies. Humans surged on the dance floor, moving in chaotic abandon. Brenna stripped off her duster. The heat from the wood stoves was overpowering. Sweat beaded on her forehead. It dribbled down her face, sliding across her bare skin to pool between her breasts.

She threw the duster on the seat of a red plastic booth then slid in beside it. Her leather pants moved across the slick fabric like silk as she took a quick inventory of the room. Humans clanked beer bottles together, their shouts drowning out the death metal band screeching in the far corner. She closed her eyes to focus and searched for her prey. It took several minutes, but she found what she was looking for. The stench of rotten flesh and brimstone. It was subtle, but unmistakable. The demon was here, but he wasn’t alone.

Her seat shifted as Gray slid into the booth beside her. “This is new. They don’t usually hunt together.” He tossed a muscular arm across her shoulders.

Brenna leaned into his body. Her head against his chest, she breathed him in. He smelled of sage and wood smoke. “I doubt they’re aware of each other. Demons are territorial. They don’t play nice, and they’re not that bright.”

Gray shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything.”

True.”

He brushed a stray curl from her face. Unable to resist, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the simple touch.

You take the males. I’ve got the females.” His breath was hot against her skin.

Her body tightened. She pulled back, a false smile playing on her lips. Beneath it she cursed her inability to keep him at a distance, even on a job. With a quick nod, she tossed back the shot of whiskey he shoved across the table. She leaned into him, her hands pressed against his chest. “We’ll meet at the van.”

Agreed.” Gray kissed her lips. “Sam knows the drill.”

She could still taste him as he walked away, and that treacherous part inside her yearned for more. The best way to blend in was to act like a couple, but they needed another option. She was already sexually frustrated, and the night had barely begun. But there was nothing more cathartic than a good hunt.

Brenna glanced at the demon. It lounged on a barstool, deep inside a human man around thirty. With a bored look, he watched as a young woman, her shirt in tatters on the dirty floor, straddled him. Her skirt hiked to her crotch, her body trembled as he drained her life force. A second woman stood behind him. Clad in tiny purple panties and a lace bra, she swayed to the music. Glassy eyed, breasts heaving, she waited her turn. It was disgusting.

It had been a human war that had ripped through the Veil between the planes of reality, and the humans had paid the price. Supernatural creatures, the humans now called deviants, had poured onto the Earthly plane, only to be trapped once the Veil had healed. The humans had managed to survive the onslaught by allying themselves with sympathetic deviants, but they had gotten too comfortable. And the demons were taking full advantage.

Brenna slammed the shot glass on the table. Time to play human.

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Brenna and Gray return to the earthy plane, and continue to fight the demons left behind after they healed the Veil. Their history has been fully revealed, but Brenna is fighting the attraction she feels, as she doesn’t trust Gray. When humans start turning up as piles of ash, with no poison or magical residue to indicate what happened, they are again thrown into a war, against the comrade turned rogue who betrayed them in the first book. Their attraction also reaches breaking point, for them both.

I felt a better connection to the characters in this book, than I did in book one. I cant say WHY, as its written the same way, in the same tense, and follows on immediately from book one!

Sometimes, you just wanna grab a character and shake them to make them see sense, Brenna is one such character! I love her, I do, but Brenna is such a stubborn woman when it comes to Gray! She needs him, and his blood to recharge her magic, but up to now has been using her reserves, her rapidly dwindling reserves. They are almost fully bonded, but she fights the final step, right to the end of the book!

Gray still has s secret or two to reveal, and the comrade turned rogue is still on the loose, so I’m wondering if there is another book to come.

This one, is, surprisingly, since Gray and Brenna finally give in to their attraction, a little cleaner than book one, but no less hot and sexy in the places its needed. Its also a bit more violent, so I’ve filed it on the over 18 shelf.

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Angela Dennis lives outside Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband, son and a sheltie with a hero complex. When she is not at her computer crafting stories, she can be found feeding her coffee addiction, playing peek-a-boo, or teaching her son about the great adventures found only in books.

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Descent by Stacey Rourke (Freebie)

Title: Descent
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: YA Fantasy
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It’s been two years since the lion roared … the eagle flew … and the fated Celtic warrior embraced her destiny. Now, with an unknown darkness swirling and the body count rising, the world needs a hero more than ever. A new battle is brewing. Who will answer the call to war? The time has come. The stage is set. And the Garretts are back in a brand new novella. Descent; The Gryphon Series Resurrection, Coming in Spring 2016. It’s hard to keep a bad pirate down…  

RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. 
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Circle of Sun Series by Kim Luke *Review and Giveaway

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Circle of Sun, Circle of Sun Series, Book 1

Kim Luke

Genre: Fantasy

Cover Artist: Anne and Marshal Tezon at Personal Chapters

Book Description:

Something is wrong in White Oak, MO After a deadly climbing accident, 30-year-old Quinn Clarke loses her job and retreats to the sleepy Missouri riverside town of White Oak to heal her fractured body and rebuild her life. But the tourist village, with its wineries, quaint shops and rich history, turns out to be anything but sleepy.

 

Something is wrong with the water in White Oak. Birds are dying and bizarre weather conditions threaten the town’s future. Quinn is sucked into the chaos, beginning with a mystery woman who delivers a message suggesting her climbing tragedy was no accident. Quinn meets handsome detective Keefe Remington, then visits nearby Royce Estate. She loses her way and her peace of mind on that visit and is confused and unprepared for what lies behind the massive stone walls and how she is somehow connected to the Royce family.

 

The first book of the Circle of Sun series takes Quinn from main street bookstore owner to unlikely heroine and straight into a darkness that could turn White Oak into a battlefield . . . and into her destiny.

 

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Circle of Sun Prologue

 

No one will visit his final resting place. In death, as in life, his name had long been associated with broken promises, broken rules and broken lives. He embraced nothing, and was embraced by nothing. His only lasting impression was darkness, keeping even the most forgiving souls from speaking a kind word about him, even in death. A brisk October wind forces a tighter clenching of the scarf covering her throat. The only sound heard is the crunch and swish of fallen leaves as she walks to the pauper’s section of the cemetery. She pauses, and kneels with devotion to the memory of Colton LaMont. Melanie clears debris and places a few flowers upon the site. Sorrowful tears fall for her undeclared love, and the parched and thirsty soil drinks.

 

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Brilliant sunlight floods the rock face we climb. The quartz veins in the limestone shimmer near my gloved hand. The two of us scale the forty-five foot challenge with ease. We take pictures of one another.

Alec teases me about my pink camera, and my sloppy climbing technique. We gather our gear and walk across to the next plateau, passing crevices and brush. He leads, and I follow. His sandy hair dances with every September gust. Alec’s shoulders are broad and he is tall compared to my petite frame. His body is fit and the bronze of his skin reveals seasons of living to the fullest. Alec is beautiful. The adage might be true that opposites attract. He is dark, and I am fair. Alec thrives on adventures while I find adventure in books and history. I am not glamorous like the women I would pair with his kind, but his love for me is pure. I don’t have to be anything more than what I am, making me love him even more, if it were possible.

The azure sky is a breathtaking backdrop for puffy white clouds to sail by. This day is magical only because I am alone with him.

Alec jogs back in the direction of our last climb when I realize my camera is missing, and I continue on the trek to set up for our next climb. I grow uneasy; does he need my help? He’s been gone too long, and I try to stay calm as I make my way back to the top of the ledge.

“Alec…Alec!” I say, but no answer comes.

Eyeing the ledge, my fear mounts and can no longer be ignored. Panic grips me and without hesitation I make my way to the drop off. I slowly peek over. His voice behind me says my name.

“Quinn!”

Turning, I am blinded by the searing rays of the afternoon sun. I see only a tall shadow before large hands violently shove my shoulders with such force I am thrust over the rock wall. My scream fills the canyon. I am free falling down, down.  My lungs ache for a breath in this deep darkness. I am suffocating. I experience excruciating pain and ultimate despair. All hope escapes my consciousness.

Sound and sight are extinct now. My world is black.

Warmth surrounds my feet and travels slowly up my body. My afflictions are gone. My eyelids are open, to a foreign place. I rise and begin to walk, but my feet don’t touch the sand. I float along a quiet shoreline. The sterling sea is calm. Without sun or moon this place is neither day nor night, but dusk-like. Through the mist a figure approaches.

Her body glides towards me. She is draped in shimmering silver, her face expressionless. Her gaze is not at me, but beyond me.

Curious, I turn, only infinite shoreline. My quivering hands cover my racing heart.

She seems to sense my fear as she studies me. Large round eyes peer into mine, into my soul. Her blank expression is replaced with tender mercy. Her friendly eyes promise no harm. I am no longer afraid. I can’t see, but I feel her smile. She is blissful; her immense joy radiates around her like sparkling crystals.

My face is now wet from the mist, yet her ivory skin is smooth and dry. Before I can form words, she does.

“No one can prepare for a time as this. The sun itself fades in brilliance a bit with each passing day. Eyes look but do not see. Purity drains from the hearts of good men. Find the Circle of Sun. A tender seed must push through bitter soil to survive,” she says and points behind me. “Let the prints lead you.”

The footprints behind me are mine.

She interrupts my thoughts.

“Follow their path to your sun.”

I bask in her radiant warmth as her graceful hand touches my face.

Her gaze never leaves me as she glides away.

I watch as she melts into the distance. I want to follow, but she is gone. Few and unclear were her words. All I can do is begin. I turn and take the first step.

My heavy eyelids open to blurred edges of brilliant color, strange bouquets cover the ceiling. I blink to focus and the scene becomes clear. Taped to the ceiling are vivid crayon-filled pictures, children’s artwork thoughtfully placed for those waking up.

Suddenly a face casts a smile down at me.

“Dr. Crenshaw is here to check in on you,” says a nurse.

“Quinn, how are you feeling? Your surgical procedure went very well, and with your recent progress, we can begin to discuss getting you out of here after all of these months. I am sure you are ready,” the doctor says.

I am completely baffled by this conversation and I struggle to communicate. My confusion is obvious to him and he pats my hand. Me? In the hospital for months? I am disconnected to reality, free falling again.

“You are still groggy, I will be back in the afternoon to check in on you,” he says kindly.

My drowsy state can only mean I am still dreaming. The memory of the misty grey ocean beckons and I remember the mystical place. Desperate to return to the silver shoreline, I fall into sleep hoping to see her again.

During the next week reality rolls in like an unwelcomed storm. Added to confusion is loss. Alec is gone. Pain permeates every fiber of my being, and the waves of grief crest and ebb. Hikers found us at the bottom of the rock face, Alec dead and me clinging to life. In death, Alec saved my life, his body breaking my fall. I am horrified at the picture this paints in my mind. Alec is gone, and even though I survived the accident, I will need months of recovery. Investigators did not seriously consider what I told them about being pushed. My pink camera was never found, perhaps it never existed. Trauma can produce false memories, they explained. The only logical theory of what happened on the cliff has been difficult to accept. Alec fell and my shock at seeing him dead, caused me to fall too. Although I could not identify who the shadowy figure was, I know it was Alec’s voice making me to turn. How is it possible? If he pushed me, how could his body break my fall? I can’t put the pieces together. As my body heals, answers elude me. I recall the panic as I approached the edge. I heard Alec’s voice behind me saying my name. I was blinded by the sun. I remember hands forcefully pushing me. It’s not possible. Alec would never hurt me. I reluctantly accept their version of the accident as reality. Logically it makes sense, so I struggle to recapture my confidence and stabilize my mental state.

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Quinn is a young woman who survived the loss of her love and a bad fall, all from a hiking accident. Quinn moves to a new town to start over. The author paints the town as idyllic, but there is a feeling of wrongness. Quinn even seems to be going crazy with odd recollections and premonitions. One never knows what is real and what is imagined. Even the danger to Quinn is not clearly real or imagined. There are a lot of secondary characters. Each one is presented as kind, but the sense of wrongness exists for some of them. Police chief, Keefe, is a love interest for Quinn. The romance is disappointing. The suspense is built so perfectly, but the romantic scenes with Quinn and Keefe are disappointing.
>There are a bit too many unnecessary descriptions in this story. Why is it necessary to know what was eaten or worn? Each step in a sequence of events is mentioned, even if Quinn is cleaning a kitchen or taking a bath. The plot is not furthered by these events, but we have meticulous detail into what was accomplished.
>This story is appropriate for a young adult (14+) to an adult audience. It is a story that keeps the reader guessing, for sure. 4 fangs.

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Black Inferno

Circle of Sun Series

Book 2

Kim Luke

 

Genre: Fiction Fantasy

 

Date of Publication: March 28, 2015

 

ISBN: 1508936234

 

Number of pages: 218

Word Count: 79,999

 

Cover Artist: Anne and Marshall Tezon

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Book Description:

 

The second installment in the Circle of Sun series finds the Guardians on a quest to save a city of innocent souls from potential decimation by illness and some seemingly innocuous chocolates.

 

As some of the Guardians are battling unseen evil away from home, their former leader and patriarch is falsely imprisoned and his daughter disappears. What does it take to recover another Fidesorb?

 

The discovery of a secret society of Guardians has created a new reality for Quinn Clarke and her friends in the little riverside town of White Oak. The first Quest with Quinn as the Polaris to the Circle of Sun transports our Guardians to a suspended season in time. Wearing the armor of faith, will they be able to rescue a city of innocent souls spellbound by a faceless enemy? Is the return of tranquility to White Oak after the defeat of the River People only the calm before the storm?

 

As new ties of friendship are laced, they quickly become restrictive and threatening. A tragic turn of events puts Romulus in danger of losing his freedom, and Sapphire is missing, leaving the Circle of Sun fractured and vulnerable.

 

Will a victorious Quest cost lives on the home front? What secrets lie within the lush rolling vineyards, hidden oak barrels, the Grand Royce Estate and even Fireside Books?

 

In the second installment of the Circle of Sun, our characters must grow into courageous defenders of light, if they are to break free of the vast and sticky web of deceit that threatens them. Their goal is to recover another precious Fidesorb so it can be returned to its rightful place in the angelic realms.

 

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Black Inferno Prologue

Quinn can’t sleep. She takes in the view of the rolling Missouri hills from her window at Royce Estate. At first glance she could be any woman, but Quinn Clarke Royce is no ordinary woman, not any more. Since discovering her family and being chosen as the new Polaris to the Circle of Sun, there is little remaining of her former life. Quinn and those she loves navigate in a new world as Guardians. The lack of sleep is a fraction of the price she will pay while growing into a leadership role that defies reality. Few days remain before the announcement of the Quest. A selected Guardian must accept before knowing any details about the Quest, and only Quinn knows a Quest can take them to a place untouched by the passage of time.

Her past days of collecting and selling books, merchandizing and marketing, are replaced by a crash course in the angelic realms. She’s learned the various ranks of Guardians, Sleepers, Pathfinders and Knights and the existence of Living Stones and how they are used to measure the balance of goodness. Like opening the cover of a book and reading a fantastic tale of the battle between light and dark, her journey now spans the ages.

Quinn’s homeland, identified in the angelic realm as Nadellawick is peaceful this night, but only a short time ago the battle raged, destroying the evil Petulah and her River People. The victory over the darkness and recovery of a missing Fidesorb in Nadellawick was celebrated by everyone except one. A storm brews and bubbles and a thick fog moves in from the river.

 

Chapter One  

White Oak, Missouri

Present Day

 

There is nothing good about a bad dream, except waking up. His new reality is a walking nightmare. The initial shock faded but his hopelessness remains.  The emptiness is constant, his existence black like this moonless night.

The windshield wipers cannot compete with the driving storm. Wheels careen around a sharp curve high on the bluff. The lost soul pushes harder on the accelerator, inching closer to the white line. Air fills his lungs as he inhales for the last time. A loud and deafening crack of lightening jolts the senses of this broken man and illuminates the road and a figure before him. Thud! A sudden impact thrusts the car into a spin, ripping a path into the opposite ditch. He lies motionless, sprawled across the seat. Regardless of his intent, consciousness returns in fuzzy lined scenes. The engine is dead, but he is not. Headlights show nothing but pellets of rain cutting through the darkness. For a moment he forgets the incident that put him there. Nothing happens when he turns the key. The driver side door can’t be opened so he slides to the passenger side for exit. With the vehicle at a steep angle, the weight of the door flies open and dumps him into the saturated roadside.

Attempts to stand are thwarted by the relentless wind. Not wearing boots his shoes fill with water as he sloshes through the tall grasses. Relieved when his feet reach pavement, he scans the perimeter for a victim. The gusts whip drops that sting, making the search difficult. A flickering light between boulders at the bluffs edge captures his attention. Could it be a signal for help? The massive rock is slippery, but his second attempt finds a small foothold to boost himself up. The boulder places him even higher above the dangerous rim. Unsteady against the punishing winds he crouches down. The source of the mysterious flashing illuminates his wide-eyed gaze and nature muffles his terrified gasp. The empty man searches for signs of life amidst the blood and bits of fur. Motionless, he stands as the familiar moves and reveals itself to him. On this night, seconds before his life should have ended, he finds the reason to go on.

 

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The story of the Circle of Sun continues with the members once again settling into their town, running their businesses and keeping an eye on evil.  Quinn is now the leader, or Polaris, of the Circle of Sun.  All of the positive secondary characters are back and given a specific job within this realm.   The few paragraphs describing the hierarchy of the Circle of Sun were informative, if a bit dull.  I get the need for that information, but maybe a hierarchy drawing at the beginning of the book would have been better.

>There are 2 time periods in this story. At first I didn’t understand why, but once the Black Witch was revealed, I understood the need for the fight to be brought to this time period.   The story had a detailed plot, which kept the reader guessing.  The romance was still there between Keefe and Quinn, but still not very romantic.  The presence of religion is almost a main character in this story.   Especially the lion, which reminded me a lot of Aslan in “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”.  Aslan represented God, as does the lion Malachi to a point.

>The ability to travel though time will give this series a lot of plot ideas to work with in future books.   This story has a big plot twist as the reader realizes who the Black Witch is.  There is also a major battle scene, which will resonate with lovers of battles between good and evil.

>This story is appropriate for a young adult (14+) to an adult audience.  I would categorize this book and series as religious suspense.

> I am giving this book 4 fangs.

>Review – Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1270929716?book_show_action=false

>Review – Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/review/R3HTFH5E0JFOK7

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About the Author:

 

Author Kim Luke once had to help a customer at her family Christmas tree farm chop down a fresh tree in a business suit and heels. She was comfortable in that attire, the “uniform” of her marketing profession. She was not as comfortable as a Christmas tree farmer, but she’s learned to be supportive in this family endeavor.

 

The tree farm is located in Missouri, the setting for both of Kim’s two novels in her Circle of Sun series.   A literature major in college, Luke has always enjoyed a good story and loves using her imagination.  Of her many passions, writing has been with her the longest.

 

The cornerstones in her life are her faith and family. Kim and husband Bob are blessed with three children, incredible in-laws and three grandchildren. The Lukes live with their Alaskan Malamute dog on a beautiful 20 acre farm, where Kim indulges her love of books, coffee, wine and positive thinkers.

 

You can connect with Kim at http://www.kimlukeauthor.com, on Facebook at Circle of Sun or on Twitter, @kimluke. She is also a Goodreads author.

 

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Dangerous Beauty by Michelle Hardin *Giveaway

Title: Dangerous Beauty Series
Author: Michelle Hardin
Genre: Young Adult, Romantic Suspense

 

Dangerous Beauty Part One: Destiny
One day in a beautiful garden a young half Italian, half Russian boy met the daughter of his father’s African American business associate for the first time. Nineteen years later destiny brought them together for a second time.
After the tragic death of his mother, Nathan Salerno decided to live a life devoid of love. His only goal in life was to live up to the expectations of his highly feared Mafia Boss father and make him proud to have him as an heir. As the anniversary of his mother’s passing drew near Nathan prepared to do what he did every year— disappear. When his childhood friends convinced him to join them on a vacation instead, Nathan’s life was changed forever.
Carter Steele couldn’t remember her mother and thought she would never heal from witnessing her father’s murder. After that tragic night she moved to Hope Beach under a new identity. Her new life was far different from her previous one and hiding her true identity was harder and lonelier than she’d ever expected. That was until she spotted the handsome blond in the BMW.
Will Nathan and Carter’s love survive the obstacles they face?
Chapter 4: Beautiful Stranger
The plane ride to Hope Beach was the most
fun Nathan had experienced in a long time. He’d forgotten how much fun it was
to hang out with Mickey, and even though he didn’t say it out loud, he was kind
of looking forward to the trip with his brothers.
When they got off the plane Nathan was
greeted by the warm winds and sunny sky. He was glad they made it to Hope Beach
before dark so he could look around the “little piece of heaven,” as Kyle
called it. And he was right. Hope Beach was beautiful. The sunny sky, warm
breeze, the beautiful luxury homes, manicured lawns, and the gorgeous Hope
Garden, all took Nathan’s breath away. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the
beautiful assorted flowers that gave the garden a rainbow effect. It made him
remember his mother. She loved gardens and she’d spent most of her time tending
to her own. Gardening was a skill she had taught Nathan when he was very young.
His father would always tell her that it wasn’t a skill that a man needed to
possess, but his mother continued to teach him anyway. Nathan didn’t mind it at
all, as a matter of fact, it brought him peace. Together-with the help of
professionals- he and his mother built a beautiful garden that Nathan hadn’t
visited since her death.
Nathan was still admiring the beauty as he
waited for the stop light to change. When he looked up he saw the light was
still red, so he turned his attention back to the garden. He noticed a large
rose garden full of beautiful roses of various colors and his eyes settled on
the yellow patch, those were his mother’s favorite. He remembered how she used
them as decoration in their home and on his favorite big white gazebo, and the
memory brought a smile to his face. It was memories like these that made him
miss her even more.
He was enjoying the good memories of his
mother when he noticed a pair of gorgeous brown legs appear in front of the
yellow roses directly in his line of sight. His eyes began to journey upward to
see the owner of those beautiful legs only to find a woman with her back toward
him. She bent forward and picked up a rose that wasn’t rooted in the ground,
giving Nathan a mouthwatering view of her incredible ass in the pair of khaki
shorts she wore. Damn, he thought biting down on his bottom lip. She had the
perfect ass, round, plump, and it looked soft as hell. Nathan was sure it would
fit so perfectly in his hand.
When she stood up, she flipped her
beautiful long hair over her shoulder. Nathan didn’t know if he had ever seen
hair that beautiful before; it was like a thick black cloud that made its way
down, ending in the middle of her back. It looked so soft; Nathan yearned to
feel it against his skin. His eyes traveled to her beautiful legs again and he
admired her gorgeous skin tone. God, her skin looked as smooth as silk, and so
sweet like a rich Hershey’s chocolate bar. He really wished she would turn around
so he could see her face.
And he got his wish.
When she turned around, for the second
time in minutes, something in Hope Beach had taken Nathan’s breath away.
He was stuck, gazing at the stunning woman
standing in the rose garden. She looked to be far away in thought as a small
smile appeared on her beautiful face. She brought the rose up to the most
beautiful full lips Nathan had ever seen, and placed a soft kiss on it.
Nathan’s breath caught as a rush of memories flashed through his mind of him
and his mother in their garden. His mother would pick up one of her roses and
kiss it then recite something she made up that Nathan just couldn’t remember at
the moment.
Shaking his head of the memory, his attention
went back to the beauty in the garden. Her hair blew in the wind, and the sun
kissed her smooth milk chocolate skin perfectly. She looked like an angel.
Nathan was fighting to stay in the car, but it was like an invisible force was
pushing him to jump out of the car, take her in his arms, and kiss her
senseless. He wanted to know her name. No, he needed to know her name. He
needed to know the memory that put that beautiful smile on her face. He needed
to know w-
“Nathan! Hello, earth to Nathan!”
Nathan blinked rapidly and shook his head.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he actually considering jumping from his
car to run across the street and confess his love to a complete stranger? Holy
shit…
He looked at Mickey, who was giving him a
striking What-the-Fuck look. Nathan frowned. “What?”
Mickey pointed to the traffic light. “It’s
green. It’s been green. Where the hell were you man?”
He could hear the horns blare from the
drivers behind him but he wanted to steal one more peek at the beautiful stranger.
When he looked her way once more, his breath caught in his chest. She was
looking at him! She had a confused expression on her face, most likely
wondering why the idiot in the black BMW was holding up traffic. Their eyes
met, and damn it, Nathan was stuck again!
Her eyes were the most beautiful hazel
with a hint of green and they held him captive, he was powerless against them.
A slow smile appeared on her beautiful face and Nathan couldn’t help but mirror
her smile. She raised her hand and waved at him which made him smile wider. She
let out a shy giggle and shook her head, and Nathan could have sworn he swooned
like a little bitch.

 

Nathan was completely captivated by her.
Her smile was warm and her eyes were expressive, it was like they were having a
conversation without even speaking to one another. He was going to run to her,
he needed to run to her. God, why the hell did he want to run to her? What the
fuck was wrong with him?
Dangerous Beauty Part Two: A Mafia Princess 
Carterina Anastacia Stone wakes up from the most terrifying experience of her life to find that her life has been totally flipped upside down. Nathan Salerno is her gorgeous fiancé she can’t remember even meeting, and the mother she thought abandoned her, is demanding to be a part of her life.
Lies. Secrets. The truth. Each of them has a deadly consequence that seem to guarantee that Nathan and Carter will have to spend their entire lives looking over their shoulders. Carter feels like a walking target and Nathan’s determined to make her feel safe again. While revelations threaten to pull them apart, Carter and Nathan fight hard to keep their love strong.
This and more in Part two of the edge of your seat trilogy Dangerous Beauty Part Two – A Mafia Princess.
Chapter 1: I Love you…
Nineteen years later . . .
No
one ever warns you about what happens when you fall in love. But why would
they? There’s no point. When it happens, there’s nothing you can do to prevent
it.
When
you fall in love, you don’t just give your heart, you give your entire self.
You put your heart in the hands of another, and that person becomes a lifeline.
Your heart beats for them. They are the air you breathe. They are your smile,
your laugh, your joy, and your sadness. That single person has the power to
build you up until you feel a hundred feet tall—or shatter you, leaving you
broken and scrambling to pick up the pieces of who you once were. Of who you
were with them.
Love
does this—
What
happens if that person dies? What happens when the person who holds your
beating heart in their hands no longer lives? Do you die with them? Well, that
would certainly be easier than trying to continue life without your heart, your
smile, your laughter, your joy—and even your sadness.
How
can you continue living in a world without the one person that made your life
so much more than it was before?
One
day at a time?
Bullshit.
How
can you make it to the next day if there is no tomorrow? If there is no year
from now?
If
you lose the person that makes you more than you were before you met, life
becomes one long drawn-out day. The misery never ends, and there is no moving
on.
“The
One”. You hear people say it all the time. How they want to find “The One”.
Well, what if you found “The One” and they were taken from you. How do you
continue to live, sanely, in a world without “The One” person that fit you
perfectly?
How?
Quick
Answer. You Don’t . . .
That was the conclusion Nathan came to
when he slipped into hysterics, Carter lying unconscious in his arms.
“Carter! Carter, wake up, baby!” He gently
touched her face. “Wake up, Carter. Please! Let me see your eyes, honey.” Her
eyes remained closed. “Carter, I’m begging you! Baby, open your eyes. Carter,
please! Carter! Honey, open your eyes! Carter,
wake up
!”
When Carter’s eyes remained shut, Nathan
held her close and did something he hadn’t done since he was a child. He cried.
He held her tightly in his arms, begging and praying to God and anyone else who
was listening to bring her back to him. He would give everything he possessed
just to hear her voice, to see her smile at him, to hear her musical laugh, to
have her grow old with him. He begged and pleaded while burying his face in
Carter’s neck.
“Nathan?”
Nathan lifted his head quickly at the
sound of Carter’s voice. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked up at him
through glassy eyes.
Nathan sighed with relief, “Carter, baby,
thank God. Look at me, honey, and try to stay awake for me.”
“Nathan, it hurts,” she cried softly.
The doors of the elevator opened, and
Nathan rushed in, carrying Carter, while Anastasia quickly pressed the button
for the first floor.
“I know, honey. I know. I’ll get you to
the hospital as quickly as I can,” Nathan said frantically. He held her close
as the elevator began its descent.
Nathan couldn’t think straight while she
was in his arms, barely conscious. He would never be able to forgive himself
for not keeping her safe from this. He didn’t understand how Mitchell had
managed to pull this off, but he’d find out. He knew that Mitchell, Kent, and
Patrick couldn’t have pulled this off without allies on the inside helping them
get past security and gain control of the elevators. Nathan silently vowed at
that moment that he would find every man involved and make him pay—severely.
He focused on Carter. He could see she was
struggling to stay awake. When her eyes began to close again, Nathan gave her a
light shake. “Carterina, baby, keep your eyes open.” She looked up at him, her
eyes glistening with tears. She slowly brought her hand to his face and wiped
away his own. “I need you, Carter,” he confessed as more tears fell. “I need
you, I can’t live without you, baby. I need you to fight for me. Please,” he
pleaded with her desperately.
A sob escaped Carter’s lips, “I’m so
sorry, Nathan.” She winced when pain shot through her head, but she didn’t stop
talking, “I made a mistake. I’m so sorry,” she cried.
Nathan pressed his face against hers, “No,
no, baby. Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault, its mine. But I’ll make it up
to you. I promise.”
“No, Nathan. It is my fault. You don’t understand. I made a mistake.” She took a
deep shaky breath as the sobs continued to fall from her lips. “I made a
mistake. He warned me not to mess up, but I did,” she cried.
“Carter, I don’t understand. Who warned
you?”
“My father,” she sobbed. “I turned away
from them. I could have killed them, but I turned away. I’m so sorry.” She
cried and cried as Nathan held her close, trying his best to calm her.
“Shh . . . Don’t cry. Please . . . I can’t
take it,” he said as he placed soft kisses atop her tears.
“I don’t . . . I don’t know how much
longer I can stay awake, Nathan . . . I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, Carter!”
“No, I can’t,” she cried. “I pr-promise
I’ll come back to you, Nathan, but I . . . I . . .”

 

Carter felt herself drifting again. She
could faintly hear Nathan yelling her name as her eyes rolled to the back of
her head and darkness once again overtook her.
Dangerous Beauty Part Three: This is War
To what lengths would a man go to get back the love of his life? Well if you’re Nathan Salerno, you’ll shake up the entire criminal underworld…
The love of his life has been taken, and imprisoned by none other than the man that killed his beloved mother, and after days of searching for his wife with no results, Nathan Salerno has finally reached his breaking point. Strategy, and patience have been abandoned and Nathan has chosen to embraced insanity. No one is safe from the hell that he has bestowed upon the underworld, and he has no plans of stopping until Carterina is returned to him safely.
Chapter 2: Finding Carter: Seven days after Carter was
taken…
Present day…
It wasn’t his fault. He’d come to that conclusion days
ago. He didn’t want to be this person, and he knew his mother was surely
looking down on him from heaven with disappointment. But Nathan couldn’t
control himself. He was acting out and he knew it, he didn’t need to be told.
But there was no way he would stop. The Steele Family brought this upon there
selves. If Anastacia and his father hadn’t have kept him out of the loop on the
whole Silas Steele bullshit in the first place, they would
have gotten further in their search a long time ago. Both Angelo and Anastacia
had bigger armies than Nathan, much more experience and knowledge
about the past, and Nathan knew that. When it came to all of that, he
wasn’t ashamed to admit that he needed their help. But what he had, that they
didn’t have, was what made this search for his wife move a lot quicker.
Connections . . .
Nathan had some very powerful friends
that had even more powerful friends. Nathan’s
friendships and connections were what made him excel so quickly in the criminal
world. Had he gone around wearing his last name like a badge of honor, he would
have had the same enemies his dad had. But that was not what he did.
Nathan slipped smoothly into the advantage that was given to him by the criminal
underworld.
The Russian.
Yes, he knew it may have sounded stupid to do so, but
being a Mafia Don’s son had both advantages and disadvantages. Nathan had never
wanted any disadvantages, so he wore the title “The Russian” like
a badge of honor. Nathan Salerno had responsibilities to
others. He had businesses to run, a father to please, and he was being groomed
to be the Don of a powerful mafia family.
The Russian had none of that.
The Russian was already a boss. He was a leader, a man
both feared and respected. He’d already proven himself. Both men and women
alike in the criminal underworld knew not to fuck with him or his men. He’d
earned the power and influence he had in the most brutal and unimaginable ways,
and he was proud of the accomplishment. He and his men started one of the
biggest Mafia wars in the history of the criminal world and won. He had no one
to please, and his responsibilities were only to himself and the ones he loved.
Many wondered why a man as young as Nathan was already
so powerful, so fearless. The answer was simple. Every step Nathan had taken
thus far was well thought out, well calculated, and based off of a lesson
he’d learned in the past. While most children tuned their mothers and fathers
out when they’d try to teach them something, Nathan had listen. He remembered
every detail of his father’s rise to power, the steps he’d took, the mistakes
he’d made, and people he’d had to eliminate in order to gain power and respect.
Nathan mapped out his own rise to power even after his mother had died.
He took the good advice from all that would give it, and weeded out the bad. He
learned from the mistakes of others instead of making his own. There was no
room for mistakes if he wanted to be someone everyone remembered.
That was a lesson his mother taught him.
Nathan didn’t even think his father knew of the
knowledge his mother had when she was alive. How she got that knowledge, Nathan
hadn’t know, nor had he wanted to know. His mother lectured him just as
much as his father did, and Nathan listened to every word. She had always told
him that she didn’t want him to be just like his father; she wanted him to be
better. She’d always say that Angelo was too closed off, too mean, and he
lacked the charm of a great businessman. “Every good leader needs powerful
allies, and you can’t have allies if every person of power is an enemy. There
is more to being a leader than being feared and respected. It is important to
be loved too, even liked as a person. You have to prove yourself to be someone
worth protecting. Money isn’t enough to convince a man to protect you, to be
loyal to you. They need to love you. Don’t just be their boss, be their friend,
their brother. Make sure they know when you are being a boss and when you are
being a friend. Don’t just take from them, give something in return. It needs
to be fifty, fifty. You show just as much mercy as you show brutality. This way
you will not be too predictable. Then you will be better than your father, yes
.”
“Yes, mama” Nathan said aloud in Russian as he rolled
up his sleeves. “No room for mistakes.”
Nathan walked forward slowly toward the wounded man
sitting in the chair in front of him. His name was Vladek Steele. Yes, he was
very much a Steele. Nathan had finally done it, and it had only taken him days.
They had found one of the Steele family homes. The place was like a little
city, in Germany of all places, but it was packed with Silas’s misfit family.
He never returned to the States after he’d found out
his wife was taken, he went straight to the person he knew could help him.
Boris Arseny Fredrick Bashmakov. But in the criminal underworld, he was known
as the one and only Freddy Russia.
“These Steele men and women have quite the tight lip,
Russian” Freddy said, walking up from behind Nathan and standing next to him.
“I wonder if he’d sing as beautifully as his Aziz did, when I made him my
personal campfire.”
Nathan chuckled, but didn’t respond to Freddy. He
looked Vladek Steele in the eyes and was impressed by the man’s lack of fear.
Nathan was sure that Vladek knew he was at a disadvantage. He was also sure the
man knew that the Steeles were losing the war that they’d started, but he
showed no weakness. Nathan respected him for that, but he also resented him for
it.
As long as Vladek kept his mouth shut, he was of no
use to Nathan. Nathan knew Vladek had the information he needed. He just didn’t
know how he was going to get that information out of him. The man was…well, he
was steel.
“Vladek?” Nathan said his name and the man turned his
cold, blank green gaze to him. “I’m going to try and reason with you…”
“Reason with me?” he asked a German accent thickening
his words.
Nathan nodded and sat down in a seat positioned in
front of Vladek.
“Vladek, I want you to put yourself in my position.”
“I am in your position!” Vladek snapped. “You killed
men I love, my brothers!”
“And you did some killing as well if I’m remembering
correctly. You think I do not love my men, my friends, my family?”
It had been a full-on war between two armies when
they’d first arrived to the Steele’s estate. There was no mercy shown and many
men and woman- from both sides- lost their lives. Vladek and one other were the
only Steele’s taken from the massacre before the police arrived on the scene.
“You came to our home” Vladek growled. “You expected
us to let you come into our territory and make demands. You expect us to obey
you, and not put up a fight?”
Nathan sat back in his seat and frowned. “Of course
not” he said truthfully. “Just as I am sure you do not expect me not to fight
for my family. Silas sent people into my territory. Not only did they attack my
family, they took my wife.”
“The only person Silas sent to retrieve his daughter
was Adrien Stone. Silas did not order that attack on your family. Silas was
going to kill you and then take his daughter and bring her home. After Adrien
didn’t return he found out you were her lover. He had no knowledge that you
were her husband. He didn’t even take the time to learn that you were Angelo’s
son.”
Nathan took a deep calming breath. Vladek was now
giving him information, but it wasn’t the information he needed, nor did he
want it. Normally Nathan was stickler for educating himself on a situation
before proceeding, but this particular issue was different. Nathan had no
patients, nor did he have any more time to waste. It had been seven days since
Carter was taken from New York and with every passing second he didn’t have her
with him, Nathan was slowly losing his mind, as well as losing himself.
Nathan shut his eyes tight and pinched the bridge of
his nose.
He tried to calm himself before it happened again. It
was something that had been happening every day since Carter was taken by
the same man that took away his mother. It always started with the light tap of
his foot on the floor, and then the tense feeling would move to his hands. His
fists clenched and unclenched at his sides and the veins in his neck pulsed
angrily as every muscle in his body felt as if it would burst free from his
skin.
He pulled himself together as much as he could. “Do
you know where my wife is?” His voice was tight as he tried his absolute best
not to snap. If he killed this man, than there was a chance that he’d never
find his wife.
Vladek looked at him, appearing disgusted by him.
“Look at you” he shook his head as if he were disappointed. “The great Russian,
pining over some woman. You’re pathetic!” he spat. “Weak! Look at yourself!” he
shouted. “You reek of desperation. Consider the silence I will give you before
you kill me a gift. This woman makes you weak. If you are to be a leader, you
need nothing holding you back. You do not start a war over a woman, boy.”

 

By the time the last word left Vladek’s mouth, Nathan
was hollow. So much was said to him while he sat silently in his seat for a
full ten minutes staring at an also silent Vladek Steele. After ten minutes had
passed Nathan quietly stood to his feet and left the room. He barely heard Kyle
and Freddy behind him, asking him what he was doing. He kept his mind blank and
didn’t answer their questions. It didn’t matter anyway. They’d find out what he
was doing soon enough.

Michelle Hardin is a dreamer from a town called Warrensburg in the Heart of the United States, Missouri. She is a graduate of Columbia College with a Bachelors in Psychology that she hugs close to her heart every night before bed. Michelle Hardin is a thinker. She’s a super cool person, with a super cool personality, that writes super cool books, for super cool people to read. Her love and addiction to the romance genre began when she read 50 Shades of Grey on a dare. After she read that sexy little masterpiece, she immersed herself in everything Romance and became an avid reader.
For the longest month Michelle wondered if she could write a novel, if she could tell a captivating story. And one day-after her sister told her to just do it already-she decided to try it out. The story started off as “the son of a Mafia boss meets girl”, then it became the son of a Mafia boss meets the Daughter of a hit-man.
And thus her passion for writing began.
Michelle spends her days writing novels and planning for the future. She enjoys creating stories that entertain, shock, and pull heart strings. The Dangerous Beauty Series was the first chance she took at writing and she hopes with all her little heart that people enjoy reading her books as much as she enjoys writing them.
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An Emerging Threat, The Seeker’s Burden by Mark E. Lein * Giveaway

an emerging

An Emerging Threat

The Seeker’s Burden

Book One

Mark E. Lein

Genre: High Fantasy/ Epic Fantasy

ISBN: 1493592890

ASIN: B00G4LS6AK

 

Book Description:

An evil stirs, casting a shadow across the Islands. Two men begin quests to find the source of the darkness. One is a young scholar, given no choice but to follow the path ahead. Tragedy shapes him, nearly driving him to despair; an inner struggle pervades his journey.

The other is a warrior forced to the task through a sense of responsibility. His royal blood and his knighthood drive his course. Their searches, though separate, have the same goal: to find whatever or whoever may be responsible for the darkening of their world.

This book tells the story of their journey and the creatures, both friend and foe, that they meet along the way.

Available at Amazon

excerpt

Chapter 12: To Meet A Ruler

Oliver lost count of the platforms they passed before the swaying cart slowed. Ahead the overhead lights grew in size, brightening the area with an unnatural glare. For the third time he tried to get some information on what was going on. “Sirs, where are we going? Have I done something wrong?”

Stony, expressionless faces looked through him and no reply was forthcoming. Oliver sighed, slumped back in his seat and watched a large gold- en hued wall and massive gate creep into view as they slowed. They came to a stop on what seemed to be the bottom of the chasm, a flat stony surface covered in rock dust. Here, the rail line ended.

A cheerful looking goblin strolled up and en- gaged the cart’s braking system before looking the occupants over. “Welcome be to you young friend.” He said to Oliver. “What brings you to the ‘Floor of the Sea’ as we call it?”

Before Oliver could reply one of the armored goblins spoke sharply in their grating language and the rail worker quickly backed away, his cheerful look fading into something closer to apprehension.

Oliver was led to the large metal door. Two torches stood on either side of an inscribed plate embedded in the wall. Just above the plate hung a rope. The leader of the soldiers reached up and pulled hard on the rope once and stepped back to join the other two soldiers. Nothing happened at first, then a low rumble of sound came from be- hind the wall and then silence once again.

Oliver started when the gate began to open. Slowly, the heavy door swung on silent hinges, opening into darkness. As the group moved through the gateway, small pinpricks of light flamed to life. Candles, hundreds of candles standing on narrow stone pillars, lit the space beyond the wall. Behind each candle stood a young goblin, alternating male and female. They were spaced every ten or so paces.

The illuminated area showed that they were moving through a cleft in the cliff face, winding as it followed the natural curves of the rock. A cold draft of air made Oliver shiver as they walked. The silence was just about to make him crazy when the trail widened and the line of candles ceased.

Ahead was a solid wall of darkness. The soldiers halted and stood quietly. Oliver waited with them, shivering in the subterranean cold, glancing at the solemn candle bearers around them.

The sudden boom of a drum shattered the silence as more candles flared to life. Oliver drew his breath in sharply. The group stood at the entrance to a long natural cavern, not unlike the one underneath Sun Fire Citadel. The floor was not smooth, jagged rock shot up in all directions, making the room look as if a giant mouth had opened. At the far side of the cavern a score or more goblins stood gathered around a single goblin seated on what appeared to be a throne. The hall was formed out of living rock, the throne itself little more than a shelf of stone bordered on each side by two round boulders.

Waved forward by another armored goblin that stood next to the throne, Oliver’s group crossed the distance between the entrance and the rough dais. The three goblins that had brought him knelt on one knee, plate armor folding smoothly as they moved. Oliver quickly did likewise, returning to stand upright with the guards. Only then did he meet the eyes of the goblin sitting on the throne.

He was old, not old like Oliver understood, more ancient than any human he had seen. He seemed a part of the stone chair that held him. The gray skin was creased and cracked, the features loose. His hair was but wisps of white strands that stuck out of the simple iron circlet on his brow. The eyes were different. Alive, even young, they pierced through Oliver and made him lower his gaze and redden in shyness.

Welcome to the Deep Fallows young human.” The voice grated like millstones. “I am Bosgar, leader of the Goblin race. It is my great honor to meet you. I had grown worried I may not last until this day.”

Oliver stumbled through his reply. “Good sir, it is I who should be honored. Is there something that I have done wrong?”

The room erupted in coarse laughter, the sound reverberating off the rock walls as even the candle bearers joined in. “Nay, tall one! You have done nothing wrong and I am sorry for the secrecy of your journey here. My captain enjoys putting fear into outsiders in general and he had to be talked into allowing you this deep.” Bosgar pointed with a smile to the leader of the three goblins that had escorted Oliver.

With a hearty bellow of laughter the accused turned to Oliver and embraced him, squeezing the breath out of him. “You be a right solemn human, and it did me good to see you not quake in your boots!”

Released, Oliver stood in relieved confusion, a smile breaking out as the laughter and conversation continued unabated. The goblin leader raised a hand above his head and all fell silent. “Now as to why you are here, we must talk. We do not allow humans access to this place for sport. My scouts have reported that the Citadel called Sun Fire is destroyed and that you were the only one seen leaving the island.” At Oliver’s startled look Bosgar raised his hand reassuringly. “They followed you to protect you until you could come before me. I have need of understanding what danger is on our threshold. I understand loved ones may have perished, but please tell us what transpired on that dark island as time may be of great importance.”

Oliver spoke haltingly. “Sir, it is as you say, I am from Sun Fire. I had never left until yesterday.” Bosgar bade him and the others nearby take seats and then nodded to Oliver to continue. Oliver then spoke of what he had seen, relating the events as best he could remember, hiding only the details of the cavern and its secrets. Throughout his tale the goblins looked at one another and made whispered comments back and forth.

When Oliver finished his story, the goblin Leader stood and clasped his arms with an iron grip. “Child, you will be from this day, a part of my people, a son of a lost island. We weep with you in your loss and rejoice in your life. You are welcome to stay here and need only ask for anything.”

 

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This is an interesting book.  Very well written and I love how descriptive the author is in creating his world.  It was a little slow to start out with and it ended by making you think…really think about who came from where and what and how it was all happening.  In this book you follow the new threat that is beginning to show itself onto this relatively peaceful planet.  The author shows you two characters and shows how this has affected each of them and how they are dealing with it.

Overall it was a good book and while I like that it makes you think at the end I would also like to have some clear resolution as well that is why I am giving this a 3 out of 5 fangs.

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1. Tell us a little about yourself.

I am an avid reader. You might say an extremely passionate reader. For as long as I can remember, I read. Whether it was historic America or Europe, Narnia, Middle Earth, or the Four Lands of Shannara, I spent hours of each day of my childhood in the worlds authors had created. Before kids, my Mother had been a high school English teacher and she taught me and my siblings the joy of reading. By the time I was 12, she had read A Tale of Two Cities, The Hobbit, Les Miserables, and Where the Red Fern Grows to us, among many, many others.

Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Louisa May Alcott, James Fenimore Cooper, Robert Louis Stevenson, Laura Ingalls Wilder and Arthur Conan Doyle were as influential in my life as Louie L’Amour, C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, Terry Brooks, Timothy Zahn, Isaac Asimov and Dr. Seuss.


2. When did you start writing, and why?

I wrote for fun in high school and college, thinking I was a better writer than I truly was. I attempted poetry, short stories, and even a song or two with little to no success. I wrote in some ways because it was easier than to verbalize. I never was good at speaking in public. When I did, to include briefing Generals as an Army officer, the number one thing I did to prepare and have success was write a “speech” to make sure I truly internalized what I had to say. Yes, writing has helped me speak.


3. What do you write, and why?

For a couple years I had a blog where I wrote Non-fiction posts about experiences (to include time spent in Africa and Iraq) and beliefs. For the last year or two I have focused on writing Fantasy. What do you enjoy about what you write? Surprising myself. As I write about a character for example, I keep finding more small details about the character that I never thought of before, small nuances and traits. It keeps me involved and interested to find out what will come out of my head next! The ever involving and living world is what keeps me coming back.

4. What is your latest book or series?

An Emerging Threat, book #1 of The Seeker’s Burden series. Any forthcoming books? Yes, Path of Darkness, book #2 of The Seeker’s Burden series. The first draft of book #2 will be complete in Early February and I hope to publish it by April 2014.

5. “Welcome To My Worlds”: Tell us a little about the world of your latest book or series.

The Tri-Islands are generally peaceful and inhabited with several normal and not so normal living things. There are humans, the largest kingdom is Astar, direct descendants of the first humans to come to the land. The human enclave of the Seekers are scientists who study the solar realm and attempt to contain its power. The Savoq are a tribal and nomadic race of human that inhabit the south. They are in constant war with each other.

Then there are Goblins who inhabit the hill country in the West and are renowned for their mining and metal works. The humans and Goblins have a wary peace, only having contact through trade. The last race in the Islands is the Ash. Little is known about them, only whispers and tall tales.

The world is set in a typical Epic Fantasy medieval setting with a couple exceptions, mostly relating to the more Science-focused equivalent of magic. There is also a bit of steampunk.

6. Introduce us to some of your characters. What do you like about them?

I will introduce you to the 2 main characters Oliver and Ethan.

Oliver is in his late teens and is of the Seeker order. He has excelled in his studies though he has always wished to travel outside the confines of the Sun Fire Citadel (city of the Seeker’s) and use the Seeker’s knowledge to help the greater world. His attempts to leave forced his father to place him under the tutelage of the greatest of the living Seeker’s. He is unsure of himself, never having the opportunity to prove himself or test his willingness to go into danger.

Ethan is the eldest son of the King of Astar and an Oskara Knight. Though the Oskara order is held in high regard in the land, it is unusual for a royal to join their ranks. His family viewed his choice to become a Knight as turning his back on his blood, tarnishing their honor. His family has little to do with him, though the King has no problem using his expertise as a diplomat when necessary. He is well trained and sure of his abilities and has forged friendships with other like-minded people, those that wish to serve and protect the people.

7. A fun fact you would like your readers to know about you or your book.

I used past experiences to build parts of the world. The Savoq and their lands are based off my time in Iraq and Kenya, while a few of the situations the characters go through are ones that closely resembled ones that I lived through. See if you can guess which. 😉

8. Blog/site link, and where your book is available.

You can contact me and find links to purchase my novel at: https://borderleinpublishing.squarespace.com and you can follow me on: https://twitter.com/MarkLein12  

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About the Author:

Mark grew up in small towns across the country, spending most of his childhood in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains of Northwestern Arkansas.

Throughout his life, his favorite books have been sci-fi and fantasy, anything Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and Terry Brooks and a little Isaac Azimov.

Graduating from college in 2004, he became an Army Infantry and Intelligence Officer and continues to serve to this day. While deployed to Iraq for 14 months back in 2007-09, he began writing with this book in mind. His civilian work includes Intelligence Analysis and providing expertise with military training programs.

He now lives in Tampa, Florida with his wife of 9 years, Emily, and his three children, Oliver, Lucy, and Alexander.

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Blood and Magic

Blood and Magic

Ann Gimpel

 

Publisher: Taliesin

 

Release Date: 5/1/14

 

Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance

63,000 words

 

Can Luke conquer his past and claim the only woman he’s ever loved?

 

Book Description:

 

Magic didn’t just find Luke Caulfield. It chased him down, bludgeoned him, and has been dogging him ever since. Some lessons are harder than others. Luke survives by embracing danger and upping the ante to give it one better. An enforcer for the Coven, a large, established group of witches, his latest assignment is playing bodyguard to the daughter of Coven leaders.

 

Abigail Ruskin is chaperoning a spoiled twelve-year-old from New York to her parents’ home in Utah Territory when Luke gets on their stagecoach in Colorado. A powerful witch herself, Abigail senses Luke’s magic, but he’s so overwhelmingly male, she shies away from contact. Stuck between the petulant child and Luke’s raw sexual energy, Abigail can’t wait for the trip to end.

 

Wraiths, wolves, and humans with dark magick attack. Unpleasant truths surface about the child and Abigail’s well-ordered world crashes around her. Luke’s so attracted to Abigail, she’s almost all he can think about, but he’s leery too. In over his head, he summons enforcer backup. Will they help him save the woman he’s falling in love with, or demand her immediate execution?

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Abigail and Luke are workers of the coven. They wield magic and fight evil. Despite their differences in magic and jobs, they still find a way to connect.

This story is packed full of action at every corner. It starts off confusing and a bit slow, but it quickly picks up. This was my first historical romance and a bit out of my preference, but I enjoyed it none the less. The plot was intriguing, and I did turn the pages faster during action scenes.

This is supposed to be set around 1861, but I had a hard time getting the feel of that time-frame. They wouldn’t always talk in the same mannerisms the whole time. I noticed they would go between then and now with what they would say or do. I would have liked more detail in certain circumstances, and I think that would have taken away some of the confusion throughout the story. I didn’t like how the mind reading only seemed to work when it was convenient for the author.

Although I wasn’t in love with the writing style or the story, I did find certain aspects fascinating! 3 fangs for originality.

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Excerpt:

It wasn’t Luke but a long, drawn-out shriek that brought Abigail thumping back to consciousness, her heart hammering triple time in her chest. Eyes wide and staring against the darkness, she warded herself just in time. Strong magic battered her. She tried to sense Luke, but that was the problem with wards. They protected by forming an impenetrable barrier and corralled her magic inside.

Whatever was pummeling her seemed to have given up. She risked chinking enough of a hole in her warding to send a tendril of magic outward because she needed information. When it came, it terrified her so badly, her heart stuttered. Dark things surrounded them: wraiths, mad wolves—those who’d been turned to serve the other side—and humans who’d sold their immortal souls for forbidden knowledge. Had the girl rallied them? How could she possibly be that powerful? Luke didn’t seem to be anywhere. Abigail hoped he’d concealed himself out of harm’s way, because the two of them couldn’t make the slightest dent in the dark horde outside. The stagecoach rocked and she realized someone was climbing onto the roof. Throat so dry she could barely breathe, she mended her warding.

The books. That’s what they want… Let them haul the miserable things out of here. She knew she should risk heaven and hell to keep such knowledge out of dark hands, but Abigail didn’t see how throwing her life away would alter the outcome. She heard voices speaking the Satanic tongue, and then dragging sounds as someone transferred the trunk to the ground. Luke shouldn’t have bothered to put it back up top, she thought grimly.

What had the Girauds been doing with such arcane tomes in the first place? She supposed there was the slightest chance they’d been protecting them from falling into the wrong hands. Yes, by all means, let’s give Coven members the benefit of the doubt. Except it was a struggle, and she didn’t know who the hell to trust anymore.

She waited until it was absolutely still outside, and a tentative scan told her the dark host she’d sensed earlier had moved on, before loosing her wards. The minute she did, she felt Luke’s energy. He pulled open one of the coach doors. “I scared up a couple of horses from a nearby farm. We need to go after those books—and the girl.”

She fought down the protest that rose to her lips, but it slid out anyway. “There aren’t enough of us.”

Fixed that problem too.” He smiled grimly. “I can ward you if you want to stay here, but if you’re coming we need to get moving. Don’t want to let the trail get too cold.” From the smirk in his voice, she knew he was being sarcastic.

She sent her magic spiraling outward and felt the books pulsing with evil. No way that path would ever get cold. “Why couldn’t I feel them this strongly before? I know the trunk had to have been spelled, but still…”

The trunk was spelled, and by someone with magic to burn. It’s over in those trees. I guess Carolyn’s minions were in a hurry and didn’t have a wagon.”

Abigail felt like a rube. The book trunk had already been packed and sealed when she’d picked Carolyn up in New York. She’d never even thought to examine it. “Did you see Carolyn?”

Yup.” His upper lip curled into a sneer. “Caught a glimpse of her riding a mad wolf.”

Do you suppose there’s some way we could separate her from Goody Osborne?” Abigail bit her lip nervously.

Luke shook his head. “Even if we could—and I don’t think it’s possible—there are too many unknowns. Her parents might have been turned. If that happened, the kid could have embraced evil before it entered her body. By the time we sorted all that out, the dark would have had one too many chances to kill us.”

Abigail winced at the unvarnished truth in his words. Any residual doubts she held about the necessity of destroying the girl melted away. “Yes,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m coming with you.”

Luke boosted her onto one of the horses. She pulled her skirts out of the way. It was a normal saddle and this was scarcely a time for modesty. Luke vaulted onto his horse, kneeing it, and they took off up the Overland Stage Road at close to a full gallop. “We’re making too much noise,” she sent.

Doesn’t matter. They’ll expect us to come after them.”

She clung to the horse with her legs, enjoying the feel of not having to ride sidesaddle. Luke’s horse was larger, faster, and soon pulled so far ahead she could barely see him. She kneed her horse, urging it to greater speed, but the animal shied, and then reared. Abigail struggled for balance and called magic to calm the spooked animal. Something sprang at her and knocked her to the ground. She sent killing magic to stop its heart, before realizing what it was. Panting, she crawled out from under a black and gray mad wolf with blood dribbling from its nostrils, and glanced warily about. Were there more of them?

Carolyn stepped from the shadows. It looked as if she was alone, but Abigail suspected otherwise. “What do you want?”

Simple enough. I plan to use you to get rid of Breana Giraud—and others.” A sneer twisted the girl’s features into something unpleasant. “You think people don’t know you’re part of Coven government?”

Abigail set her mouth in a hard line. “Fine. So the other side knows about me. Question is, who are you really?”

Don’t you recognize me?” Carolyn stepped closer and turned her face from side to side as if posing for a photographer. “I gave you my name, but I am far more than that.”

She’s arrogant. Perhaps I can use that in some way. Abigail spread her hands in a placating gesture. “Because I’m used to seeing you as Carolyn Giraud, I’m not certain who you are.” She paused for emphasis. “I’d like you to tell me.”

Certainly.” A feral grin made the child look like something out of a nightmare. “It is always better to know who your adversary is.” Her voice became soft and silky. “I have access to magic you would kill for. You may not know it, but you’d like to work for us.” She laughed, but it sounded more like broken glass shattering against itself, than a twelve-year-old girl’s mirth. “We have real power, not that paltry tripe the Coven settles for.”

Abigail waited. When Carolyn didn’t say anything else, she said, “I’m listening…and considering your offer. Life is always better than the alternative.”

Ha! They said you couldn’t be turned, but I told them they were wrong. I am The Promised, resurrected out of legend. Goody Osborne was but a start, and this little girl is merely a convenience.” Something like an outraged squawk followed the words, but Goody silenced Carolyn almost immediately. “What I really want is you, Abigail Ruskin.”

Shit! She couldn’t be The Promised… “You mean the Dark Messiah?” Abigail scrunched up her face and held her breath, hoping against hope she’d gotten it wrong.

The same.” A supercilious expression etched into the girl’s features. “At least the other side has heard of me. Warms my black, black heart.”

The books—?” Abigail hunted for a connection while she rode herd on terror that threatened to immobilize her, and clouded her judgment. If ever she needed a clear head, it was now, but her mind raced feverishly.

They weren’t doing the girl’s parents any good moldering away in that underground chamber. I’d actually been searching for them for years.” She flashed a sly smile. “They used to be mine…”

 

 

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Short Bio:

 

Ann Gimpel is a clinical psychologist, with a Jungian bent. Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. She’s published over 20 books to date, with several more contracted for 2014.

 

A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

 

Long Bio:

 

Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.

 

Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.

 

In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.

 

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My Clarity by M. Clarke

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Still reeling from the death of her father, Alexandria hopes to find both independence and reprieve from her grief by heading off to college. However, life throws her a serious curveball when she discovers that her roommate isn’t quite the person she had imagined.

Smoking, tattoos, and street racing for fast cash are Elijah’s only interests. A harsh life has made him apathetic and indifferent, until Alexandria enters his life. When their paths cross, turmoil abounds.

An inevitable encounter, an undeniable attraction, and an unexpected chance at love-will it be enough?

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Here is what bloggers are saying about the early ARC. “Grab your tissue box, it will come in handy as M. Clarke/Mary Ting pulls each tender heart string right from the beginning of this touching love story!”

 

At first glance, no one would believe Elijah’s tough guy exterior hides a genuine and giving heart. But, you cannot help whom you fall in love with and when opposites attract, the chemistry is undeniable!” –InD’tale Magazine

 

M. Clarke/Mary Ting blew me out of the water with this book. I am in awe and in love with this epic tale. Elijah Cooper is now my #1 book boyfriend. Sammie’s Book Club, for book lovers

 

Through the darkness of our pasts, we are all looking for a little clarity. For Alexandria, Elijah could be just that. My Clarity is a story of love and hope, that through the hardest times we find clarity in each other.”SpareTimeBookBlog

 

“Elijah & Alex sizzle in this wonderful page-turner by M. Clarke. I absolutely could not put it down! This book was 5 stars amazing!” Janie, CrossAngeles

One sentence teaser:

  1. I’m fighting like hell because you’re everything to me.
  2. You were always the one I wanted. My heart was already set on you from the moment we met. I just didn’t know it.

3. My love for you is bigger than the moon, bigger than the universe, and I can’t imagine anything bigger than my love for you

4. I don’t care. He can kick my ass a thousand times. I’m not letting you go. No fucking way. You’re mine.”

 

Teaser 1

From Alexandria’s point of view

Alex,” he called softly with a smooth, seductive tone. At least that is how it rang in my ears.

Slowly gazing up, I jerked back and hit the back part of the sofa when I saw his face far too close to mine. With his knees bent, his hands placed on either side of the sofa cushion, near my thighs. My heart went into overdrive as my eyes outlined his muscular biceps, up to his shoulder, his dark stubbles, and then…bam! My eyes were deadlocked on his.

Frozen in place, I was mesmerized. His piercing brown eyes sucked me in. I wanted to trace his thick brows with the tips of my fingers, down to the perfect base of his nose, around his high check bones, and across his smooth, kissable lips. Swallowing a nervous gulp, feeling little tremors rush through every part of me, I swear, I felt like I was shrinking…dissolving into the sofa…melting into his scent. Though I had expected him to smell like cigarettes being this close to him, he actually smelled nice—minty.

Holding me captive with that look, I knew at that moment, he would be my fantasy, the one I would dream about in bed—the bad boy with the tattoos, with that arrogant attitude. The heartbreaker…if only he drove a motorcycle and wore a leather jacket, he would be the complete badass package.

 

 

Teaser 2

From Elijah’s point of view

Nolan stood up as if he’d been bitten on his ass, liquid dripping down his head. It mostly soaked into his T-shirt, and what hadn’t, pooled around his feet. When he curled his fingers into a tight fist, I got up too, ready to step in. Surrounded by students, I knew he wouldn’t dare hit her, but regardless, Nolan was unpredictable.

Thankfully, he just growled and wiped himself with the napkins his friends gave him. “What are you looking at?” he shouted to the students at the nearby tables, then sat back down. Everyone around cowardly turned away. Lexy, on the other hand, was smiling behind the counter. As of right now, Alex was on my best friend list. After I let out a hearty laugh, I threw my trash away, turned my cap back the way it was, and headed toward Nolan’s table.

Just get out of the shower, Nolan?”

Nolan pushed back his chair so fast that it slid across the floor. Putting his face right in front of mine, he gritted his teeth. “I hope I get to race you next time, pretty boy. I’m going to break your record.”

Yeah, that’s what they all say. As far as the record book shows, I’m still number one. And next time I see you put your hands on Alex, I’ll break every one of your fingers.”

It took all four of his friends to stop him from coming after me. As he cursed and flailed his arms, I casually strutted toward the door. Just before I exited, knowing his eyes were still on me and fuming with rage, I flipped him my favorite finger; the same finger I showed him many times before. I’m almost certain God created the middle finger longer on purpose, for assholes like him.

 

 

 

Teaser 3

From Elijah’s point of view

On our way down, I managed to support her head and bent my knees in an effort not to crush her. That didn’t feel good to my knees or my hands at all. Since Alex didn’t move a muscle, I didn’t know how much of my weight landed on her, or if she was hurt. All I felt now was my upper body touching hers.

“Alex, you okay? Did I hurt you?” I murmured, looking at her.

She didn’t answer. Instead, her shocked eyes stared back at me. Those angelic blue eyes sucked me in so deep, I became lost in them. I was hypnotized, spellbound by her beauty and the eyes that held so much mystery, making me want to get to know her.

When her eyes shifted to my lips, I could feel my dick straining against my pants. Cool small breaths escaped her mouth into mine, and I swallowed them up—every single breath. Her body entangled in my arms, her breath became ragged. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and mine was doing the same. I’d like to think I was the cause of her rapid breathing. In that moment, I lost all sense of time…space…and reality.

I don’t know how long we were connected like that, but I almost lost my self-control when my lips headed towards hers as if they had a mind of their own. Fuck! I wanted to kiss her. We were in another world and everyone around us disappeared, but then, a part of my conscience reminded me that she was Jimmy’s cousin. God I really hated that voice right now!

Thank goodness, Seth broke our link. “You guys okay? And would you stop molesting her on the ice?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Shut up and help me. I hurt my knees,” I said out loud, so the crowd around us could hear me. I had to make an excuse as to why I stayed on top of her so long, when I could have gotten up.

 

 

Teaser 4

From Alexandria’s point of view

Never taking his eyes off me, he rested his hand on my shoulder, and then gingerly slid down my arm, giving me pleasurable tingles…EVERYWHERE. Afraid to move the tiniest of my muscles, I felt locked in place. I was enjoying him far too much. I didn’t want it to end. When he finally reached my hand, he pulled it up to his mouth and made the most pleasurable groan I’ve ever heard.

Looking exhausted and dazed, he shifted his eyes to the cookie in my hand, and mumbled slowly, “I think I’ll have that cookie now.”

Nothing registered until I saw his lips part, and my fingers disappeared in his mouth. Oh. My. GOD! My pulse skyrocketed, and I whimpered from the warmth of his tongue and the sensation that shot up my arm. My fingers were very wet sliding out of his mouth. I even felt the feather-light graze of his teeth; and I could swear every single muscle in my body became limp.

His jaw worked quickly, chewing. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He made eating a cookie SO hot. After he swallowed, he turned the other way, picked up my cup of milk, and chugged down whatever was left.

Looking like he couldn’t believe he just drank milk, he placed the cup down. “Good night, Alex. Don’t ever go racing without me,” he ordered, and then he left.

What just happened? Milk and cookies will never be the same for me…EVER.

 

 

Teaser 5

From Elijah’s point of view

What possessed me to do what I did next was beyond my control. I had totally lost all my willpower. Being in this position and with no one around, I let my selfish need for her take over. The need I had the minute I laid my eyes on her. I wanted her and I was going to have her.

“Alex,” I murmured. “I’m going to taste you now.”

I didn’t let her respond. After I heard what sounded like a whimper, I sucked on the wet spot on her neck that was splattered with milk. That was just the beginning. I couldn’t stop there. While I licked my way down, my hand slipped underneath her T-shirt and headed toward her breast. She arched her back and let out a sexy little moan that made me even more excited.

After pulling up her T-shirt to expose her breast, my tongue circled around it, and I sucked and teased her nipple until she felt the need to take a fist full of my hair. I knew I was driving her insane. Thinking she would push away, and knowing I should end this before it went too far, I started to slow down. But when Alex started to spread her legs open for me—Holy shit! There was no way in hell I could control it now.

 

 

Teaser 6

From Alexandria’s point of view.

Okay.” Elijah finally looked up, matching his eyes to mine, searching, wanting to read my expression. Whatever he saw, he looked satisfied. “Great.” He paused. “We’re okay?” He paused once more for my answer, giving me a crooked grin.

Yup,” I said it as if I meant it.

I’m going to give you a hug now since friends hug after they make up.”

Suddenly, he embraced me before I had time to register what he had said. I sucked in air when my body pressed against his. God he felt so good. I needed him off me. But when he pressed his face into my hair, around the space of my neck, I was reminded of that night and pleasurable heat infused through every part of me. My heart hammered faster and the arms that dangled down by my sides refused to push him away, no matter what my mind told them to do.

I think the gang is here, Freckles,” he murmured in my ear, sending electric shivers through me again.

Next thing I knew, he released me. The cold air took his space when he headed out the door without looking back. As for me, I stared at the wall to get a hold of myself.

 

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A tale of love and hope.Alexandria is trying to get over the death of her father and goes off to college.Elijah ends up being her roommate and even though they look very different on the outside, inside they’re the same. Elijah has suffered a terrible loss also. He is the typical bad boy who isn’t looking for a relationship and Alex is suffering and not wanting a boyfriend but the first time they see each other the sparks fly. Will they be able to overcome their problems to find true love or will their grief stand in the way? The characters are wonderfully written and I love the way the story flowed effortlessly from start to finish. I give this 5 stars and will definitely read more from M. Clarke.

 

 

 

 

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Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed

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Beyond The Veil

The Veil Series

Book 1

Pippa DaCosta

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Date of Publication: 7th Feb 2014

Cover Artist: Celairen Art

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Book Description:

They say I’m half demon, but I like to think of myself as half human, especially as the demons want me dead.” 

Charlie Henderson is living a lie. Her real name is Muse and her attempt at a normal life is about to go up in smoke.

When a half-demon assassin walks into her life, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake, Muse must return to the one man she hoped never to see again and ask for help. The Prince of Greed isn’t known for his charity. The price is high, but the cost could tear her apart.

Trapped between the malevolent intentions of a Prince of Hell, an assassin with ulterior motives, and all of demon-kind, Muse must embrace the lure of chaos at her core; the demon inside her, in order to survive.

When your ex is the Prince of Greed, you’d better be ready to raise hell.

Excerpt: Chapter 1

I should have known he’d be trouble as soon as he walked into my workshop, but I couldn’t have known he’d be the death of me. He wore a three-quarter length red leather coat, had platinum blond hair long enough to sweep back out of his eyes, and sported scuffed Timberland boots, but if the goose bumps shivering across my skin were anything to go by, he clearly was not as human as his appearance had me believe.

At first, I tried to ignore him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me hesitate. A quick glance at my dusty clock told me it was late, past midnight, and I’d be damned if I was going to drop everything just because he’d invited himself in. I continued to work on the sword resting on the anvil before me. I hammered out imperfections in the blade’s surface with renewed vigor, metal singing at each blow. Behind me, the coal forge roared. Rolling waves of heat branded my back. I told myself it was sweltering temperatures sprinkling perspiration across my face and back, making my scruffy tank top cling to me, but in truth, it was fear.

Picking up the unfinished sword with gloved hands, I turned and plunged the blade into the glowing coals before facing my uninvited guest. He’d given himself the tour of my cramped workshop, seeming to admire the various swords on display, some unfinished, some as close to art as I was ever going to get. Shame I couldn’t wield them as well as I could craft them.

Well?” I managed to instil some genuine irritation in my words in the hope it would disguise the anxiety building inside me. I tried to flick my hair out of my face but a few strands stubbornly clung to my sweaty cheek.

Impressive.” He nodded once and turned arctic-blue eyes on me before flashing what he probably thought was a knee-weakening smile.

If my guest expected me to gush and swoon, he was in for a shock. “Who are you, and what the hell do you want?” It was late. I was tired. He wasn’t human. I figured I was within my rights to be blunt.

His expression tightened. “You’re Muse, right?” He tossed a gesture at the stuffy workshop. “I was expecting something…else.”

I hadn’t heard that nickname in years. Muse was a tag left over from dark days I didn’t wish to revisit.

Approaching me, he reached inside his coat. I caught a flicker of light slide over a handgun tucked into his waistband and tensed. An unusual motif, like entwined scorpions, adorned the grip. But he didn’t reach for the gun. He withdrew a sword and rested it on my anvil. “I want you to read this.”

I tugged off my glove and skipped my fingers over the smooth surface of the blade. The metal burned cold against my insolent touch, as though the sword resented my presence. It was a wonderful piece of workmanship. The ripple – or hamon – below the surface of the carbon-steel blade hinted at Japanese origins, and the tempered edge was sharp enough to slice through flesh with little effort. An intricate hand-forged guard and leather-wrapped hilt betrayed the sword as functional but with a flair for the dramatic, and yet it was clearly a weapon meant for combat, not ceremony.

A thin snap of power danced up my fingers, and with a small hiss, I snatched my hand back. This sword would not easily give up its secrets. “What’s in it for me?”

What do you want?”

Now there was a loaded question. I didn’t know what or who he was, and had no idea how much he could afford or what the stakes involved. “It depends on what I’m going to find. If we’re talking murder, then I want danger money. If it’s just a lovers’ tiff you’re interested in, a few hundred should do it. I’m assuming you want recent information. If you need me to go back more than five years, it’ll be another two hundred.”

Or I could walk out of here now and tell the world where you are. I know there are a few unsavoury characters from your checkered past who’d be very grateful for the heads-up on your whereabouts.” His smooth voice and slight smile belied the threat in his words.

I smiled tightly, my first smile since his arrival. “Now, there, you see? We were having a civilized conversation, and you just had to go and spoil it by threatening me.”

Why don’t you just read the blade, and I can leave you to get on with your–” he cast a glance about him, “–work?”

And now he’d insulted me. “I’m not telling you anything until you give me more to go on.” Who did he think he was talking to? Some back alley half-human woman who would fall over her own feet to do his bidding? He might know my name, but he obviously didn’t know me.

He blinked, before turning back on the charm, as if I could be bought by a handsome face. “You’re right. I’m sorry. A few hundred, was it?” He dug deep into his coat pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. Without counting it, he tossed it onto the anvil. “That should cover it.”

I tugged my glove back on, pinching the heatproof fabric between each finger. “I think you should leave.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Just read the sword, Muse.”

I didn’t have time to humor assholes, especially those of the demon persuasion. “Get out.”

He pulled his distinctive gun on me, finger resting firmly on the trigger, aim rigid. “You will do this for me.” It wasn’t an order. It was fact–at least as far as he was concerned.

Go back to hell,” I sneered, before reaching around and snatching the blade from the forge, flinging both the half-finished sword and some hot coals at him. He recoiled, cursing as the embers bounced off his coat. I dashed for the doors. My hand was on the handle, when he slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs.

He thrust the gun under my chin, freezing me rigid. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

I really didn’t want this to escalate. Bad shit happens when she comes out to play. The darkness slumbering at my core began to unfurl, opening like the petals of a flower, but its intent was far from delicate. The trickling touch of power spilled into my muscles. Heat flooded through my body. The warmth of my element embraced me, threading itself through every part of me, the lure of chaos undeniable.

He abruptly released me and took a few steps back, gun up. His narrow glare measured me.

I pressed my back against the workshop door. Power dripped from my fingertips. I couldn’t see it—the human part of me was blind to the energy—but he could. His arctic eyes blazed with a promise of conflict.

He appeared to consider his next move and then, quite unexpectedly, laughed and lowered the gun, tucking it back into the holster inside his coat. “You’re right. This isn’t worth it.” With his hands up, as if in surrender, he turned and retrieved the sword in question before weaving his way back around workbenches toward me.

I’ll leave you in peace.”

What?” His sudden change in mood completely disarmed me.

Step aside. I’m leaving.”

Surprised by his abrupt surrender, I did as he asked and watched him slide the door open and step out into the night. A sharp winter breeze invaded the heat of my workshop, rousing me from my muddled stupor. Confused and somewhat disappointed, I followed him out into the alley. The raw energy he’d aroused began to fizzle out. Its departure left me with a sickly chill and bitter sense of loss.

He climbed into the driver’s side of an old Dodge Charger with rust-bruised red paint. I had no idea who he was, where he’d come from, how he’d found me, or what lay hidden in that damn sword. And he was leaving. That couldn’t be right. Didn’t I deserve some sort of explanation?

Hey!” I ventured further into the street.

Headlights bathed me in twin beams, forcing me to shield my eyes. He gunned the engine, jammed the box into reverse, and swung the car backward into a J-turn before speeding off, fat tires squealing on wet asphalt.

I stood in the street, hand on hip, head tilted to one side and breathed the crisp night air, clearing my lungs of forge-dust. Then the shockwave hit me. The explosion lashed across my back. I must have briefly lost consciousness, but the furious pain in my back quickly summoned me from the depths. A whine drilled into my skull. Alarms sounded from the industrial units around me.

I turned my head toward the heat, grit digging into my cheek as I peered into the smoke bellowing from the hollow gap between two buildings.

My workshop had gone and with it, my attempt at a normal life.

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4 Fangs for Beyond the Veil by Pippa DaCosta
I received this book as a gift from the author and from Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock for an honest review.
We are introduced to Muse, a half-demon-half-human blacksmith in her workshop.  She is trying to live a normal, boring human life, with a job, an apartment and Jonsey-her cat, when a blue eyed man walks into her life.  And he’s not human.  At least, not totally.  Little does she know that her life is about to become “complicated”.  And as readers, we are just along for the ride!
I really liked this story.  It is book one in the Veil Series (book two, Devil May Care, being edited now, and book three being written).  We get a sense of who Muse is, and see a glimpse of her past life-enough to know that she’s been around the block a few times, and doesn’t trust anyone but herself.  This book seems to jump into the middle of Muse’s story, but the author gives us insights into why she thinks as she does.  I hope that in book two we get more of a back story-and not just about Muse.  There are other characters that need some light shined on them.  Stephen, for one, Akil (what a fabulous name for a demon!) for another.  I will concede that at times Muse seems unable to control her sexual urges where the men are concerned…maybe that’s just the demon in her?  And her emotions seem to be at one end of the spectrum or the other; not much in the way of control there either.  But, when you share your body with a demon, who knows what normal is?
I gave this book 4 fangs because the story is continued in the next book.  I was surprised at how the book ended—I didn’t think Stephen would do what he did, or that Muse would end up where she did.  I hope everything works out, and that in book two we get more into why Muse is the way she is, why she did what she did, and how Stephen and Akil make out.  Read the book.  I’m glad I did!

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Born in Tonbridge, Kent in 1979, Pippa’s family moved to the South West of England where she grew up amongst the dramatic moorland and sweeping coastlands of Devon & Cornwall. With a family history brimming with intrigue, complete with Gypsy angst on one side and Jewish survivors on another, she has the ability to draw from a patchwork of ancestry and use it as the inspiration for her writing. Happily married and the Mother of two little girls, she resides on the Devon & Cornwall border.

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RELEASE DATE: May 12th

Blurb

Still reeling from the death of her father, Alexandria hopes to find both independence and reprieve from her grief by heading off to college. However, life throws her a serious curveball when she discovers that her roommate isn’t quite the person she imagined it would be.

Smoking, tattoos, and drag racing for fast cash are Elijah’s only interests. A harsh life has made him apathetic and indifferent, until Alexandria enters his life. When their paths cross, turmoil abounds.

An inevitable encounter, an undeniable attraction, and an unexpected chance at love—will it be enough?

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Here is what bloggers are saying about the early ARC. “Grab your tissue box, it will come in handy as M. Clarke/Mary Ting pulls each tender heart string right from the beginning of this touching love story!”

“At first glance, no one would believe Elijah’s tough guy exterior hides a genuine and giving heart. But, you cannot help whom you fall in love with and when opposites attract, the chemistry is undeniable!” –InD’tale Magazine

M. Clarke/Mary Ting blew me out of the water with this book. I am in awe and in love with this epic tale. Elijah Cooper is now my #1 book boyfriend. Sammie’s Book Club, for book lovers

“Through the darkness of our pasts, we are all looking for a little clarity. For Alexandria, Elijah could be just that. My Clarity is a story of love and hope, that through the hardest times we find clarity in each other.” Spare Time Book Blog

“Elijah & Alex sizzle in this wonderful page-turner by M. Clarke. I absolutely could not put it down! This book was 5 stars amazing!” Janie, CrossAngeles

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 My love for you is bigger than the moon, bigger than the universe, and I can’t imagine anything bigger than my love for you

Teaser 1

From Alexandria’s point of view

“Alex,” he called softly with a smooth, seductive tone. At least that is how it rang in my ears.

Slowly gazing up, I jerked back and hit the back part of the sofa when I saw his face far too close to mine. With his knees bent, his hands placed on either side of the sofa cushion, near my thighs. My heart went into overdrive as my eyes outlined his muscular biceps, up to his shoulder, his dark stubbles, and then…bam! My eyes were deadlocked on his.

Frozen in place, I was mesmerized. His piercing brown eyes sucked me in. I wanted to trace his thick brows with the tips of my fingers, down to the perfect base of his nose, around his high check bones, and across his smooth, kissable lips. Swallowing a nervous gulp, feeling little tremors rush through every part of me, I swear, I felt like I was shrinking…dissolving into the sofa…melting into his scent. Though I had expected him to smell like cigarettes being this close to him, he actually smelled nice—minty.

Holding me captive with that look, I knew at that moment, he would be my fantasy, the one I would dream about in bed—the bad boy with the tattoos, with that arrogant attitude. The heartbreaker…if only he drove a motorcycle and wore a leather jacket, he would be the complete badass package.

Teaser 2

From Elijah’s point of view

Nolan stood up as if he’d been bitten on his ass, liquid dripping down his head. It mostly soaked into his T-shirt, and what hadn’t, pooled around his feet. When he curled his fingers into a tight fist, I got up too, ready to step in. Surrounded by students, I knew he wouldn’t dare hit her, but regardless, Nolan was unpredictable.

Thankfully, he just growled and wiped himself with the napkins his friends gave him. “What are you looking at?” he shouted to the students at the nearby tables, then sat back down. Everyone around cowardly turned away. Lexy, on the other hand, was smiling behind the counter. As of right now, Alex was on my best friend list. After I let out a hearty laugh, I threw my trash away, turned my cap back the way it was, and headed toward Nolan’s table.

“Just get out of the shower, Nolan?”

Nolan pushed back his chair so fast that it slid across the floor. Putting his face right in front of mine, he gritted his teeth. “I hope I get to race you next time, pretty boy. I’m going to break your record.”

“Yeah, that’s what they all say. As far as the record book shows, I’m still number one. And next time I see you put your hands on Alex, I’ll break every one of your fingers.”

It took all four of his friends to stop him from coming after me. As he cursed and flailed his arms, I casually strutted toward the door. Just before I exited, knowing his eyes were still on me and fuming with rage, I flipped him my favorite finger; the same finger I showed him many times before. I’m almost certain God created the middle finger longer on purpose, for assholes like him.

Teaser 3

From Elijah’s point of view

On our way down, I managed to support her head and bent my knees in an effort not to crush her. That didn’t feel good to my knees or my hands at all. Since Alex didn’t move a muscle, I didn’t know how much of my weight landed on her, or if she was hurt. All I felt now was my upper body touching hers.

        “Alex, you okay? Did I hurt you?” I murmured, looking at her.

She didn’t answer. Instead, her shocked eyes stared back at me. Those angelic blue eyes sucked me in so deep, I became lost in them. I was hypnotized, spellbound by her beauty and the eyes that held so much mystery, making me want to get to know her.

When her eyes shifted to my lips, I could feel my dick straining against my pants. Cool small breaths escaped her mouth into mine, and I swallowed them up—every single breath. Her body entangled in my arms, her breath became ragged. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and mine was doing the same. I’d like to think I was the cause of her rapid breathing. In that moment, I lost all sense of time…space…and reality.

I don’t know how long we were connected like that, but I almost lost my self-control when my lips headed towards hers as if they had a mind of their own. Fuck! I wanted to kiss her. We were in another world and everyone around us disappeared, but then, a part of my conscience reminded me that she was Jimmy’s cousin. God I really hated that voice right now!

        Thank goodness, Seth broke our link. “You guys okay? And would you stop molesting her on the ice?”

        I rolled my eyes at him. “Shut up and help me. I hurt my knees,” I said out loud, so the crowd around us could hear me. I had to make an excuse as to why I stayed on top of her so long, when I could have gotten up.

 

Teaser 4

From Alexandria’s point of view

Never taking his eyes off me, he rested his hand on my shoulder, and then gingerly slid down my arm, giving me pleasurable tingles…EVERYWHERE. Afraid to move the tiniest of my muscles, I felt locked in place. I was enjoying him far too much. I didn’t want it to end. When he finally reached my hand, he pulled it up to his mouth and made the most pleasurable groan I’ve ever heard.

Looking exhausted and dazed, he shifted his eyes to the cookie in my hand, and mumbled slowly, “I think I’ll have that cookie now.”

Nothing registered until I saw his lips part, and my fingers disappeared in his mouth. Oh. My. GOD! My pulse skyrocketed, and I whimpered from the warmth of his tongue and the sensation that shot up my arm. My fingers were very wet sliding out of his mouth. I even felt the feather-light graze of his teeth; and I could swear every single muscle in my body became limp.

His jaw worked quickly, chewing. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He made eating a cookie SO hot. After he swallowed, he turned the other way, picked up my cup of milk, and chugged down whatever was left.

Looking like he couldn’t believe he just drank milk, he placed the cup down. “Good night, Alex. Don’t ever go racing without me,” he ordered, and then he left.

        What just happened? Milk and cookies will never be the same for me…EVER.

 

Teaser 5

From Elijah’s point of view

What possessed me to do what I did next was beyond my control. I had totally lost all my willpower. Being in this position and with no one around, I let my selfish need for her take over. The need I had the minute I laid my eyes on her. I wanted her and I was going to have her.

        “Alex,” I murmured. “I’m going to taste you now.”

        I didn’t let her respond. After I heard what sounded like a whimper, I sucked on the wet spot on her neck that was splattered with milk. That was just the beginning. I couldn’t stop there. While I licked my way down, my hand slipped underneath her T-shirt and headed toward her breast. She arched her back and let out a sexy little moan that made me even more excited.

        After pulling up her T-shirt to expose her breast, my tongue circled around it, and I sucked and teased her nipple until she felt the need to take a fist full of my hair. I knew I was driving her insane. Thinking she would push away, and knowing I should end this before it went too far, I started to slow down. But when Alex started to spread her legs open for me—Holy shit! There was no way in hell I could control it now.

Teaser 6

From Alexandria’s point of view.

“Okay.” Elijah finally looked up, matching his eyes to mine, searching, wanting to read my expression. Whatever he saw, he looked satisfied. “Great.” He paused. “We’re okay?” He paused once more for my answer, giving me a crooked grin.

“Yup,” I said it as if I meant it.

“I’m going to give you a hug now since friends hug after they make up.”

Suddenly, he embraced me before I had time to register what he had said. I sucked in air when my body pressed against his. God he felt so good. I needed him off me. But when he pressed his face into my hair, around the space of my neck, I was reminded of that night and pleasurable heat infused through every part of me. My heart hammered faster and the arms that dangled down by my sides refused to push him away, no matter what my mind told them to do.

“I think the gang is here, Freckles,” he murmured in my ear, sending electric shivers through me again.

Next thing I knew, he released me. The cold air took his space when he headed out the door without looking back. As for me, I stared at the wall to get a hold of myself.

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Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed

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