#BlogTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #QandAs and #GiveAway : Stranger Rituals – Kali Rose Schmidt @kalirschmidt

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Today I’m on the ‘Stranger Rituals’ blogtour, organised by Xpresso Book Tours.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Processed with VSCO with b6 presetKali Rose Schmidt is an author, mother, and villain lover. She likes bloody tales of monsters, yoga with the lights off, and anything that goes bump in the night.

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Synopsis :

stranger-rituals-ebook-smallTitle: Stranger Rituals
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult

A fighter with a venomous grudge.
A monster with an immortal curse.
A girl with a terrible gift.
All three out for blood in a land torn apart by harsh gods and holy wars. Each entwined with the other, on their own quests for vengeance, and yet held together by strange links to sinister pasts. As their fates unravel, a dangerous romance blooms, and violent darkness beckons.
At turns both darkly humorous and utterly morbid, STRANGER RITUALS is the startling first novel in Kali Rose Schmidt’s dark new series.

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Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
I always knew I wanted to be an author (I would staple books together about my cats when I was five). I was always terrible at socializing and good at putting my nose in a book. I became an author after I moved from the U.S. to Canada because I couldn’t work at the time (didn’t have my permit to work yet). So I would write. And by the time my permit came around, I had a few books done!

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
Harry Potter, which may be cliché, but it’s also true. And to this day, I still love fantasy. It’s what I write and read. I’m obsessed with Leigh Bardugo’s books, Holly Black’s, and Sarah J. Maas’s, just to name a few. I also really enjoy V.E. Schwab’s work.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
Absolutely. Holly Black. The way she writes faeries is twisted and new with Fae history inserted in, too, to tie it all together. I want to know how she thinks!

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
Vojtech from Stranger Rituals. He’s a terrible person and yet…I don’t think he really wants to be. So I’d like to invite him over for tea and maybe also throw it in his face?

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
Yes. I, like many, am addicted to my phone. So for every 1000 words I write, I get 2 minutes on my phone. In addition, I always, always, always listen to music (usually metal, and usually Zeal & Ardor).

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
I find my ideas from music, nature, art, dreams, and more. I do also base character interactions on reality, but not specific people in my life. No one should be worried BUT…maybe don’t be mean to me? Ha.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
Pantser, then plotter. I write my blurbs first, and that’s what helps me finish the novel, but I don’t outline in any other way.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
Write. I know that’s annoying, but it’s what got me to finish books. Set a word count goal for everyday and, if possible, don’t get out of your chair until it’s done.

What are your future plans as an author?
One day my books will make it to Netflix and I’ll be living in my own fairy castle. (ha…but also, I just want to keep writing more books)

Last, but not least : Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
From Stranger Rituals

When Scarko woke again, the moon still hung heavy in the star-strewn sky, visible from her window. She scrambled to an upright position, and realized she was in her room at the Cove, her black pack in the open closet, her knife set on the desk in the room. She threw the covers back, made to lunge for the knife, and then she stopped, twisting her head to the door.
“Good to see you again, princess.”
The man with the dark blue horns stood, blue and silver eyes blazing, arms crossed as he leaned against her door of the inn, dressed in a tailored deep blue tunic.
Silence. All she heard was silence downstairs, and the thud of her own heart in her chest.
She glanced to the knife on the desk again, wondered how fast he could move, if she could get to it before he did.
His full lips curved into a sensual smile. “I’ll beat you to it,” he glanced at his tunic, picked at an invisible speck of dust, and then flicked his gaze back to her.
“What are you?”
He frowned. “What?” he echoed, blue eyes narrowing. He brushed a lock of his thick black hair from his face, the elegant, smooth golden planes of it. “Don’t be rude. Vojtech has these, too, doesn’t he?” He dipped his head so she could see his horns again.
She glanced at her left palm. It wouldn’t take much to reopen the gash from the woods, mingled with all of her other white scars, perhaps the blüdsvard would affect him even when her blood alone hadn’t. Painful, reopening a fresh wound, but…
The man snorted by the door. “Let me guess. Penance is pain? Tell me you don’t believe that bullshit?”
Scarko started. She didn’t. Not quite. But to hear someone speak of it so foully…
“The Holy Writ was written by a man not even a thousand years ago.” He shook his head, as if a thousand years was something to scoff at. “Hells, for all I know, Vojtech could have written it himself.”
But she had seen Vojtech break his own bones for the gods. For penance. He wouldn’t have.
“Probably from all the guilt he carries,” the man said, reading her frown correctly. Her skin crawled as she wondered if he could read her mind. “Leaving his people to be buried beneath that palace.”

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Kali Rose Schmidt.

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#BlogTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #QandAs and #GiveAway : Midnight’s End – Jill Ramsower @JRamsower

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Today I’m on the ‘Midnight’s End’ blogtour, organised by Xpresso Book Tours.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

JillJill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she’s an attorney, travel junkie, and voracious reader.

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METitle: Midnight’s End (The Fae Games, #5)
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Sorceress, enchantress, deceiver, murderer—I’ve been called all those and more, some that might make you blush. Lucky for me, I couldn’t care less what people think about me. I’ve had my sights set on one thing for the last thousand years, and that’s all that matters. I’ll do whatever it takes to find the cauldron, even if it means taking on a partner. They call him a knight in shining armor. For me, he’s my golden ticket. He fell into my lap, quite literally, and now he’s going to help me get what I want.
I don’t play particularly well with others, but he’s the best shot I’ve got, so I’ll hop on that train and hope it gets me where I need to go. He thinks he’s going to crack my shell and see what’s on the inside, like maybe there’s a warm gooey center to make up for the hard exterior. He’s in for a world of disappointment. Everything soft and delicate about me became rough and hardened a long time ago. I’m Morgan Le Fay, and I’m the villain in this story.

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Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
I’ve always been a voracious reader but had never considered writing until more recently. In 2012, I took my first attempt at writing and failed miserably. I don’t think I got an entire chapter written before I quit. Six years later, it just clicked. I’ve written six books in the last year, quit my day job, and found my new passion in life.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
When I was a kid, I LOVED The Babysitter’s Club. I transitioned into historical romance for a while, and now I love to read anything with a bad boy hero. My all-time favorite series, and the inspiration for The Fae Games, is Karen Marie Moning’s Fever series. I’ve read those book countless times and still get sucked in every time.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
Karen Marie Moning, hands down. I get to see her this August at Book Bonanza, and I can’t wait! I would love to hear about her writing process in particular, but she could talk about toilet paper and I’d listen.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
My most recent heroine, Morgan. She is 100% anti-hero, which makes her dynamic and complex. I would love to sit down with her and see her in the flesh, ask her questions and laugh nervously when she makes me squirm.

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
Not really. I get my best work done early in the morning, so I’ll sneak into my office and write in my pajamas before the rest of the house is up.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
After so many years of reading romance novels, I think my brain is one twisted mess of plot ideas and imaginary book boyfriends. My parents were stunned when I wrote the first book—they had no idea I was interested in writing at all.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
I’m a mix, but I mostly lean toward plotter. I plot out most of the timeline and story, but I’ll have sections of my outline that will simply say, “fight scene” and that’s as detailed as it gets. Other parts are outlined word-for-word. As I write, sometimes I go completely off the outline and surprise myself with an entirely new twist to the story.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
Research!! And I don’t mean for a story line. The publishing industry is extremely challenging, but there is a lot of good information out there and other authors willing to give advice. Seek out as much information as you can to help ease that learning curve.

What are your future plans as an author?
I recently announced that I will be setting aside fantasy romance for the moment and doing a mafia romance series that I’m super excited about. I was lucky enough to be invited to the Shameless Book Con in October, so I’ll get the first book in the new series out just before the event.

Last, but not least: Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?

Knight flashed a wicked grin, no doubt enjoying his effect on me. “There’s no way in hell I’m leaving here tonight. You said yourself this castle is enchanted. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He spun me around and slapped my ass. “Now get ready for bed.”
I yipped at the sharp slap and glared back at him. “Would you stop doing that?” I hissed.
He launched himself backward onto the bed, arms crossed behind his head. “Never.”
The image reminded me of the first night we had met when he was still a wolf and had usurped my bed. I had cursed, bribed, and pushed to get him off, but he never budged. In a matter of a week, he had done the same to my life as he had done my bed—forced himself right into the middle and refused to leave.

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Jill Ramsower.

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#BlogTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #QandAs and #GiveAway : Under the Skin – Zara West @ZaraWestAuthor @WildRosePress

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Today I’m on the ‘Under the Skin’ blogtour, organised by Xpresso Book Tours.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

ZaraZara West loves all things adventurous and heart-stopping as long as they lead to true love. Born in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Zara spends winters in New York where the streets hum with life, summers in the Maritimes where the sea can be cruel, and the rest of the year anywhere inspiration for tales of suspense, mystery, and romance are plentiful.
An accomplished artist by training and passion, she brings a love of art to every book she writes. When not marooned on an island or chasing after Greek shepherds, Zara tends her organic herb garden, collects hats and cats, and whips up ethnic dishes for friends and family. Learn more at http://www.zarawestsuspense.com.

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UnderTheSkin_w13043_ibTitle: Under the Skin (The Skin Quartet, #4)
Genres: Adult, Romance, Thriller

A billionaire bridge builder
A gifted thief
A ruthless criminal
Can he save her before it’s too late?

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Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
Thank you for having me on your blog. I am so excited to meet your followers and share about my writing life.
I have been writing professionally for many years. As a child I wrote mostly poems and original song lyrics. Later, I wrote nonfiction magazine articles and books. It was only much later in my life that I started writing novels. We were in the middle of renovating our 1865 farm house, and I had a dream about the soldier who built the house for the woman he loved. I wrote a chapter and sent it out to friends. They demanded another and another until the whole story was written. From there, I went on to write my romantic thriller series The Skin Quartet which is published by Wild Rose Press.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
I loved horses as a young girl so Black Beauty and the Black Stallion series were my all-time favorites. I must have read them a hundred times. Today, I read everything except horror. I love the Regencies of Mary Balogh and Elizabeth Hoyt, and the romantic suspenses of Linda Style and Melinda Leigh.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
I think Barbara Hambly is one of our time’s most premier writers. She has written in many different genres including scifi and fantasy with equal facility. I love her Benjamin January detective series set in New Orleans in the 1830s. I would love to ask her how she creates the realistic and suspenseful atmosphere of the setting in those books.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
I would love to have Toro, the young street artist who is the heroine of Within the Skin, my third Book in the Skin series come spend some time with me. I doubt she would want tea, but I might serve her pizza and beer. She is my Cinderella character because she goes from being a poor, homeless graffiti kid to being a wealthy, renowned artist with more money than she knows what to do with, and I would love to talk to her about how she likes her new life.

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
My main habit is to get up and write for two to three hours every morning. I have found that to be the secret to getting books finished.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
Most of my ideas come to me either through dreams or from newspaper articles. So far, I haven’t written about anyone I know personally. So, all my friends and relatives can breathe easy—for now.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
I am a very organized plotter. I start with an outline and a detailed summary and work from there.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
Probably, the most important thing a new writer can do is to read, read, read. In particular, read books that are similar to what you want to write. Then select your favorites and take time to reread them over and over and notice the parts you like best and how the author wrote them.

What are your future plans as an author?
Now that Under the Skin is published and the Skin Quartet is finished, I have several prequels, sequels, and spinoffs planned that feature other characters from the books. I also have a new contemporary romance series I am working on set in a small fishing town in Nova Scotia where I spend my summers.

Last, but not least: Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
Here is an excerpt from Under the Skin.

Lena tucked her chin down and inhaled through the soft fuzz of the scarf. It smelled deliciously clean, almost like the sheets in Gypsy Man’s townhouse.
What was it about the guy? Two quick encounters and she couldn’t get him out of her head. He wasn’t anything special. With his sharp dark features, he didn’t have movie star looks nor did he have the build of one of those heroes on the covers of the romance novels on the drug store racks. In fact, she didn’t think he was much taller than her own five foot five.
Nice lips though. Kissable lips. Full on the bottom with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
She gave herself a hard shake. Imagining kissable lips on a rich bastard who probably thought her a disgusting crook meant she was an idiot or having a brain freeze. A gust a wind buffeted her. Right now, she’d vote for the brain freeze. Damn, it was cold enough to freeze a heck of lot more than her brain. She wiggled her fingers in the thin gloves and hurried up the street.
But she couldn’t help thinking about her Gypsy Guy. He built bridges. Probably had a rich papa and a gilt inheritance. Tomorrow, she’d go to the library with the boys and while they read in the children’s section, she’d use the computer there to look Mircea Vargas up.

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Zara West.

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Coven’s End Series – Lia Davis @novelsbylia , L.A. Boruff @laboruff

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Today I’m on the ‘Coven’s End Series’ blogtour, organised by Xpresso Book Tours.
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LiaIn 2008, Lia Davis ventured into the world of writing and publishing and never looked back. She has published more than twenty books, including the bestselling A Tiger’s Claim, book one in her fan favorite Ashwood Falls series. Her novels feature compassionate yet strong alpha heroes who know how to please their women and her leading ladies are each strong in their own way. No matter what obstacle she throws at them, they come out better in the end.
While writing was initially a way escape from real world drama, Lia now makes her living creating worlds filled with magic, mystery, romance, and adventure so that others can leave real life behind for a few hours at a time.
Lia’s favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers, but it’s her home and she loves it!

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LAL.A. Boruff lives in East Tennessee with her husband, three children, and an ever growing number of cats. She loves reading, watching TV, and procrastinating by browsing Facebook. L.A.’s passions include vampires, food, and listening to heavy metal music. She once won a Harry Potter trivia contest based on the books, and lost one based on the movies. She has two bands on her bucket list that she still hasn’t seen: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Feel free to send tickets.

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Vampires and lycans have warred since the dawn of time.
Mating between a vampire and a lycan is forbidden.
A harem is unheard of.
Until now.
Meet Kane, Voss, Quin, and Jillian.

New Coven's End 1Title: Coven’s End: Kane (Coven’s End, #1)
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Bad boy. Alpha. Lethal.
Some say those are qualities of a good leader. Others disagree.
Heir to the Vampire throne and Lilith’s only son, I’m being forced to find a mate.
Unfortunately for my beloved mama, I found my fated mate already.
No one compares to her.
The problem?
She’s a Lycan princess — completely off limits. If that’s not bad enough, I’m not her only potential mate.
Can I ignore the pull of my fated mate to make my mother happy and take the throne?

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Chapter One
Kane

“You will choose a mate, and then take the throne.” Lilith’s voice resonated with a finality that made me cringe. I held in my irritation and scanned the great throne room. When she put her power into her words, no one—not even me—could disobey.
Fucking rules.
Lilith was my mother—and Lucifer knew I loved her—but I couldn’t rule the vampires while under her thumb and no more than her puppet. When I did become the High King of the vampires, there were going to be changes. The old ways didn’t work for us as they once did.
I fisted my hands over the arms of my throne. Why we were meeting in the great room to discuss my mating situation was beyond me. Mother was supposed to be gone already, but The Blood—the vampire council—demanded I find a mate first. They never gave their reasons, which made me suspicious.
“Mother, it isn’t that easy.” My chest tightened with an unfamiliar feeling. Longing and loneliness stirred within. I’d already met my mate, not that it would do me any good. I couldn’t claim my one true mate, ever.
It was several years ago. My guard had convinced me to go to a local bar owned by one of their own that catered to both vampires and lycans. Many of the lycans attended public schools with the humans, able to blend in all but one night a month when the moon was full. The younger lycans were notorious for bar-hopping, and vampires weren’t much different.
A vampire-owned bar wasn’t unusual. We owned the night, after all, and humans in bars made poor choices, leaving us open to feed without detection or having to use our telepathic abilities. Using telepathy to mask our feeding always drained us.
We’d entered a local bar that particular night, and I’d almost left when I smelled them. Lycans. A growl escaped me as I walked through the door, my guard flanking me. It was no secret that vampires and lycans had warred since the beginning of time. Well, maybe not that long, but there were times it felt that way.
Scanning every dark corner of the place, I spotted several of the wolves crammed into booths in near the back of the bar. The entire establishment reeked of them, so I slowed my breathing to minimize the overwhelming scent of dog.
Ignoring the lycans, my guard and I made our way to the bar where a small group of vampires close to my age gathered. They met my gaze briefly and nodded their heads once in a slight bow. I nodded back in greeting. One thing I hated about being the vampire prince was my people insisted on being at attention in my presence. It was annoying. My people weren’t fucking puppets.
They were people with lives. As long as they didn’t expose us to the humans, I didn’t care what they did.
It was one thing I was already starting to change—I only wanted them to address me formally when I was sitting on my throne.
Once seated, the bartender took our drink orders and left. My guard rested against the bar so he could watch the door and my back simultaneously. “You know there are large factions of younger vampires in favor of ending our centuries-long feud with the lycans.”
Yeah, I knew. However, I had little interest. “Nothing I can do about it at the moment.”
My time to rule would come soon enough—three to four years to be exact – and I didn’t want to waste my free years worrying about vampire-lycan politics.
The air conditioning kicked on, blowing cool air through the bar and mixing the scents of vampire and lycans. That was when her scent hit me full-force, nearly knocking me off my stool. Rose water and mint, mixed with an intoxicating earthy spice that called to my soul. My body heated and my heart pulsed, pumping blood straight to my dick. What the fuck?
My head whipped around, searching for the owner of that scent—the scent of my mate. When I spotted her, the noise from the bar around me seemed to disappear for a few moments. Her wavy chestnut hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and two thick strands of hair framed her oval face. She wore a pair of faded blue jeans with tears cut into the thighs and a black T-shirt that said, “I howl at the moon.”
She was a lycan. Fuck me.
“Who is she?” I nudged my guard. He came to the bar frequently and was more likely to know. I suspected he was one of the ones encouraging vampires to give lycans a chance.
My guard followed my line of sight and grunted. “Jillian,” he said. “She’s hot, but she’s too hot. Trouble. She’s the lycan princess, only heir to the High Alpha.”
Fuck me. She was my mate. I knew it as surely as I knew I could never be with her. An ache formed in my soul at that thought. Normally I didn’t have a problem with breaking the rules and taking what was mine. But this was different.
I had to take the vampire throne one day soon and choose a vampire mate. It was the law and my future. A future I’d have to live without my fated mate. I’d never be accepted if I had a lycan as my mate, much less the lycan princess.

New Coven's End 2Title: Coven’s End: Voss (Coven’s End, #2)

I’m arguably the biggest, strongest Lycan in the pack.
My father would have it no other way. He raised me to mate the Princess and become the High Alpha.
He was wrong.
The High Alpha is letting his daughter choose her own mate. He’s letting her choose love.
My competition is fierce. The cocky Vampire prince and the Princess’s best friend and sentry both hold a piece of her heart. But too bad for them, so do I.
They aren’t backing down.
Then the Vamp suggests we share her. If we truly loved her like we say, why make her choose?
I don’t know if I can do it. I didn’t intend it to happen, but I already love her.
One thing is for sure. I’m not walking away from her.

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Excerpt :

Chapter One
Voss

With the practiced skill of a pro, I unwrapped the tape from my hands as I slowed my breathing, bringing down my heart rate. Even after the cool-down exercises, my wolf pushed for control. The breathing helped calm the beast a little, but the wolf was always at the surface, restless. Years of training under a sadistic prick of a father had turned me into the strongest and most dangerous lycan in the U.S.
Lifting my gaze, I met the stares of the pups around me as they finagled their own tape. The class was finished, the young wolves exhausted and hopefully a bit more skilled. “Be sure you get plenty of rest tonight. I heard some of you have exams tomorrow.”
A few groans echoed around the room, and I smiled. When I took on the post as Jillian’s sentry, I’d considered giving up the class, but I enjoyed training the pack’s young.
These were the kids that, if trained properly, would make the next leaders. They’d be the sentries, the pack alphas. They’d be looked up to, listened to, and respected. If left untrained, their alpha and beta energy would drive them to trouble, possibly turn them rogue. I’d seen it before. Lived it, actually. So it was my duty to teach them the correct way to train and hone their power.
They had something I never had—a teacher who cared about them enough to let them discover their own potential.
“Thanks, Voss,” a pup called out as he left the room. He was my oldest student and would be graduating to the adult classes soon.
“Have a good night, kids.” I waved at the eight boys and two girls as they filed out the door, then made my way to my bedroom on the other side of the gym. I held the class in the basement of the High Alpha’s house, much to the kids’ awe and delight. Graham didn’t mind, either. He joined us on occasion, giving his advice to the kids. They really loved the High Alpha sharing his skills and advice on leadership with them.
As soon as I entered my room, Quin walked in behind me. “How was class?”
I glanced at him over my shoulder, then tugged my shirt over my head. “Good. We need to keep our eyes on the Fowler kid. He has a lot anger bottled up inside of him and won’t talk about it.”
Unresolved up anger wasn’t good for the wolf within. Unfortunately, I knew that all too well.
Quin nodded, a little distracted. “Noted.”
“Jillian gone?” I turned and watched him, knowing good and well Jillian had left earlier. There was only one place she’d go without Quin or myself.
Quin’s features darkened. “Yeah. She’s at Kane’s.”
He wasn’t as okay with it as he said he was. I couldn’t blame him, he’d known Jillian all her life. Probably loved her just as long.
If I was to be honest with myself, I wasn’t warming up to the idea either. Although I was pretty laid back about sharing her—much to my surprise—it rankled me that I’d be sharing my mate with a fucking vamp.
“I convinced her to stay there with him until we come back for her in the morning, at least,” Quin added, his tone a little less irritated.
“He could bring her home.”
Quin laughed and sat in a ratty armchair in the corner of my room. “She won’t risk her dad seeing her with him until she’s figured out how to tell him.”
Yeah, that could be a problem. “I don’t envy her that job.”
Graham doted on Jillian, gave her everything she’d ever wanted in life. But a vampire mate? That wouldn’t go over well with the High Alpha of the lycans.
That’s the hand we’d been dealt. Me and Quin might’ve been having a hard time reconciling it, but we’d get there eventually. What else could we do? Fated mates were impossible to ignore. Apparently the Fates had a plan for the four of us.

New Coven's End 3Title: Coven’s End: Quin (Coven’s End, #3)

I never intended to mate. I definitely never imagined I’d share her with two other alpha males.
When the Lycan Princess came of age, the mating call hit me. Hard. She’s mine. My wolf will do anything for her. Even sharing her with an arrogant vampire and a hot-headed wolf.
When an outside threat surfaces, it’s up to me, Kane, and Voss to protect our mate. We have to find a way to set aside our differences and become the partners she deserves.
If we fail to form a solid bond, both the Lycan and Vampire races are doomed.

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Chapter One
Quin

Fuck. Just fuck.
I cradled Jillian to me as I carried her out of the vampires’ massive home. Voss held the door open for us, his features a mask of anger and worry. She’d passed out from the exertion of reliving the murders, but not before revealing who was leading the humans on this vendetta.
Trinity. The current vampire queen. Things had gone from fucked up to welcome to the darkest parts of Hell.
I hated when she did these investigations, but we hadn’t found another way to gain more insight than she could. That damn alpha blood gave her a gift that was a total burden. It drained her, left her too fucking vulnerable.
Kane had the car waiting in front of the door by the time we stepped out. He and Roger had run ahead the instant Jillian passed out. While Kane moved the car, Roger rushed to the gate to let us out.
Rogar seemed like a good guy, for a vampire. Kane really liked him, anyway. I guessed Roger was one of the few Kane trusted. I was beginning to trust Kane. Especially after seeing how he was with Jillian.
I slid into the back seat with my charge, my life’s mate. I’d been by her side since the day she was born. Vowed to protect her, be with her always.
Her head flopped over onto my shoulder, so I nestled her more comfortably against me. Forcing myself to calm, I settled back into the seat and rubbed circles on her back. She is okay. She just needs rest.
Her childhood had been magical for both her and me. I’d kept my word to her mother, and I’d cared for her.
Normally the High Alpha and Queen would’ve chosen a nanny, but I wouldn’t let them. She was mine. When I wasn’t training or in lessons I was by her side.
She’d never cried when I was there. If she was with her mother in the night and she wouldn’t calm, they’d send for me. I’d curl up beside her in the big bed beside her crib, and she’d go straight to sleep.
The Queen had called me her miracle worker and soon convinced me to call her Tina. The High Alpha insisted on Grey. It took longer for me to be able to do that.
Jillian murmured in her sleep, nonsense I couldn’t make out. Voss’s head whipped around. “Did she say something?”
“Nothing that made sense. She’s having a nightmare, I think.”
Voss shook his head, frowning. His wolf was in his eyes. “I don’t want her doing this anymore.”
I almost laughed at him. He should’ve known as well as me that Jillian didn’t take orders from anyone. “I don’t think it’ll leave any lasting damage. And you know what she’d say if she heard you say that.”
“Listen, I know you think you know her better than I do, and maybe you do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get an opinion or a vote,” Voss glared at me, angry. He was really over protective.
I was, too, but I’d learned early on to let Jillian take care of herself. I had her back if she needed it, but not before she needed it. Usually.
She’d been a beloved friend to me as she grew, a little buddy. We’d played, laughed, and eaten far too much candy and sweets. I’d indulged her every whim.
As she’d aged, she came to me with her problems. When she was very small it was stuff like skinned knees and friends taking her toys. It turned into friendship problems, then eventually boys.
At some point when she was in high school, my protective, almost brotherly affection for her morphed into something else. It didn’t happen overnight, but one day I realized I didn’t want to play board games with her any more. I wanted to play other… dirtier games with her.
I was thirteen years older than she was. She was seventeen, and I was thirty. Hardly the picture of who a father would want to date his daughter.
The pull grew stronger as she aged. When she brought her first boyfriend home, I nearly came unglued. By the time she found Kane, I was about to break. I didn’t know if she felt what I did, but I couldn’t shake her. I hadn’t been able to shake her since she was born. And I didn’t want to.
“Why isn’t she waking up?” Kane asked, eyeing us in the rearview mirror as he drove us home.
I focused on her, matching my breathing to hers like I had when she was an infant and wouldn’t stop crying. There was a bond there, and I could sense her. It wasn’t overt or obvious, and I hadn’t tried since she was a small child.
But it worked in that moment. I was able to connect with her, feel what she was feeling. Maybe that was what my mom meant about being a healer. My empathy allowed me to sense others’ emotions. Jillian was one of the few I could truly connect with. “She’s not hurt. She’s exhausted. She needs sleep is all.”
“How do you know that?” Voss asked suspiciously.
“It’s a long story,” I said.
He just raised his eyebrows at me.
I sighed and gave him an abridged version of how I came to be Jillian’s first sentry. I included the part about my world shifting when I laid eyes on her as an infant. I didn’t tell him that my loneliness disappeared that day, and the hole my parents’ death had left began to fill.
Kane glanced at me several times in the rearview mirror as I spoke.
“You are her mate,” he said.
“No more than you are. Our bond is different.” I smiled down at her. “I think we all need each other in different ways.”

New Coven's End 4Title: Coven’s End: Jillian (Coven’s End, #4)

I’m not your typical princess. Don’t expect me to rule from afar, but I’ve only just met my mates. I’d like some time to spend with them before taking on the rule of every Lycan on Earth.
My vampire offers me an escape from the rules. He’s my forbidden pleasure.
My broken sentry keeps me grounded and reminds me not to take anything for granted.
My best friend, by my side since I was born, protects me and reminds me of the rewards of leadership and pack family.
But nothing, not even my mates, prepared me for our final fight.
The Vampire Council doesn’t approve of our nontraditional relationship. They’ll stop at nothing to prevent the merge of the Vampire Coven and the Lycan Pack.
The Lycan Council resists my every move.
Is love enough to end this war?

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Chapter One
Jillian

Quin nearly fell over as I shoved my shoulder into his arm. How dare he say that the pack would expect babies? I scanned the crowd in the pack hall before my gaze landed on Dad. Why did he have to mention grandbabies? Ugh. We were there to announce my ascension and his pending retirement. Dad would still be a huge support unit for me and my mates until Trinity and Emerson were taken out.
I nudged Quin again and kept my voice low so only Quin heard me. “I’m not getting pregnant right now.”
He snorted softly. “I know that. But the pack wants what the pack wants.”
I rolled my eyes and gave my attention back to Kane and my father. Dad continued his speech. “The council will be governed by Kane and Voss, with the full support of your new High Alpha, my daughter Jillian.”
Smiling, I stepped beside him. The crowd was mixed, most of the lycans cheering me. Most of the vampires were complacent or scowling. Maybe it would take more work than I thought.
“Thank you,” I said loudly, projecting my voice. “We’ll have growing pains, of course.”
I stepped closer to Kane as my father slid out of the limelight and returned to his seat beside Sissy. “Not everyone will be on board. But one thing you need to realize is that we are not asking everyone to do what Kane and I are doing. Lycans, nobody’s asking you to mate with a vampire.” I smiled and kept my tone teasing, and many in the crowd chuckled. “We just ask that in an age where humans are entering the picture, we work together instead of warring against each other.” Many heads nodded, many shook. Ugh. “The lycans will still be lycans. We won’t be giving up our heritage, our traditions.”
Kane took my hand, and twined our fingers together. “And the same for the vampires. Nobody will be asking you to change. Just work together to keep our species secret and safe. Progress is necessary. We must say goodbye to the time of the Coven and the time of the Pack.”
We’d planned this part. Quin joined me on my other side, taking my hand, and Voss, the taller of the two, stood behind us with his arm on my shoulder as I delivered the last line. “We welcome the time of the Collective.”
The room erupted again, and we left them to their cheers and grumbles. They needed time to vent their emotions. We’d counted on it, which was why the we had guards from both races positioned around the room.
We turned, and Dad and Sissy stood. Dad shook my mates’ hands and Sissy hugged me. “I’ve always thought of you as my own. Now it’ll be official.”
If there was anyone alive I could get behind being with my dad, it was Sissy. I hugged her tight. “Love you, Sis.”
“Love you back.” I had to fight tears. She was as close to a mom as I had. She was exactly what my father needed.
The crowd calmed, so we stepped forward again. Kane delivered our next piece of news. “There was a home attacked by the Red Night. The family of the coven members killed in the home want nothing to do with the location and offered it to us. We’ve had a shaman come in to cleanse the site, and he assures us all spirits have moved on and are at peace and all emotional imprints are cleared out so Jillian can’t pick up on the events that happened in the home. Although, none of us will never forget. Anyway, the house is large, secure, and perfect to be our home base. There are other buildings on the property where we can host traveling Collective members, have room for training facilities, and there’s plenty of room to expand and build on.”
Many nods answered him. I stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Kane. “We will use security from the current enforcers from both the coven and pack, creating a Collective Police Force.”
The fighters of both sides would have the hardest time accepting that they would have work side by side with their enemies. That was something they would need to suck up and deal with, or they could leave. I wasn’t going to put up with any of the enforcers disrespecting one another.
There were a few grumbles, but it went over fairly well. And by fairly well, I meant no one looked like they wanted to kill someone.
“I know you have questions. I ask that you give us time to deal with Trinity and Emerson before everything becomes official.” Kane smiled at the crowd. He was enigmatic, even some of the unhappy-looking lycans seemed to soften toward him as he spoke. “Hold your questions. Write them down. We will reconvene in a week. Everyone have a nice evening.”
We’d held the meeting an hour after nightfall to give both groups the opportunity to attend, and we’d been pleased with the turnout.
“Well, now our work begins.” I scrubbed my hands across my face. Finding Trinity and Emerson, moving to a new house, including all our trainees, was a huge undertaking. Lifting my gaze, I met my dad’s stare. “Dad, you’re not going anywhere yet, or stepping down.”
He gave a short nod. “I hadn’t planned on going anywhere until after the traitors are dealt with. The transition of power is important to start now while there is a threat on both races. It gives our people hope and it shows them we’re handling it.”
Dad and Sissy moved to the entrance of the Pack Hall and my guys and me followed. I had a hunch about the reasons Dad suddenly decided to step down. “Yeah, it’s not only a transition of High Alpha but a change from the old ways to new traditions.”
Dad nodded. “I thought we’d do the official ceremony once you’ve moved. For all decisions, you’re in charge, but I would still be the High Alpha in hierarchy until then. It’s a sensitive time, and you’ll want a few days to just absorb your new powers and abilities.”
“Is it really going to be that drastic?” Kane asked, glancing at me with his brow drawn.
“Son, it’s unlike anything you could imagine. You’ve been at your full power all your life. Jillian grew and trained into what she has now. But what she’ll get is stronger than any one vampire, especially for the first couple of decades. It wanes slightly as we age, but not much. I’ve let myself grow fat and complacent!” He patted his washboard stomach and laughed. Sure, he might’ve slacked off the daily training regimen, but I’d still put my bets on him in any fight.
“Is it painful?” Pain didn’t scare me. If it was painful, I’d embrace it and work through it.
“Not physically. The emotional and mental drain is almost too much, though.” He laughed. “I hope to be around when you go through it, actually. It’s pretty funny to watch.”
“Dad!” I slapped his arm. “You’ll be laughing at my turmoil.”
He laughed harder and rubbed his arm. “I sure will. My parents laughed at mine, knowing it was temporary, and worth it once I discovered how much I’d love the feeling of being the High Alpha. And I’ll do the same to you, as you will to your child one day.”
“One day far into the future,” I muttered to myself. Unfortunately, everyone in the room had exceptional hearing.
Voss snorted. “I agree.”
Quin gave us both scrutinizing looks, and Kane laughed. I supposed we’d have to have a real conversation about it at some point. But not today. Definitely not today.

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DebbieDebbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.

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CDTitle: Dead City (Chronicles of Deadworld #2)
Genres: Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Urban Fantasy

How many times can you cheat death? I’m not sure but I have a feeling I’m about to be tested.

Join Echo in the second thrilling instalment of the Chronicles of Deadworld series.

A Post-Apocalyptic Urban fantasy world with a slow burn Whychoose Romance.

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The door opened, and the object of my reflections strode in. Black vest today and gray yoga pants. He kicked off his shoes and rolled his head on his shoulder to stretch the muscles.
“You ready?” he asked.
Terse tone, check. He always started out this way. “Yep.”
“Okay, let’s see what you remember from the other day.”
I launched myself at him, not giving him a moment to think, but he grabbed me around the waist easily and flung me to the ground before landing on top of me, arms braced on either side of my head, body in plank position so it was mere inches from mine.
“Not good enough.” His eyes glittered, and his gaze fell to my lips. “Try harder.”
There was a bite to his words, and then he’d pushed off me and leapt to his feet. Shit, the man was agile. Large and muscled like a wildcat, like the panthers we’d seen on the documentaries at the cinema if panthers were silver and blond with twilight eyes.
He circled me as I stood.
“I’m going to attack you now, Echo,” he warned.
A shiver went up my spine, because hell if that wasn’t a hint of glee in his tone.
“I’m going to attack you, and you need to defend.”
His hair had fallen forward into his eyes, and he peered at me from behind the tendrils, his eyes super dark beyond his spectacles. My pulse fizzed, and adrenaline leaked into my limbs.
“Wait, what?” We hadn’t played this game before.
“You know the moves. If you lose your staff if you’re up against the Breed, what do you do?”
Was that a growl to his tone? “Um, Emory.”
His chest was rising and falling rapidly. “Run.”
Run?
And then he was charging me. I leapt out of the way just in time to avoid the crash of his body and launched into a run; the room was big, but with him in residence, it felt way too small. I leapt over the horse and grabbed hold of the rings hanging from the ceiling, using them to swing myself over to the rock-climbing wall. My fingers grazed the nooks, gaining purchase long enough to hang and drop, turn and twist to kick him in the gut. My foot connected but didn’t come away because he had my ankle.
My gaze shot up to meet his, and his lips curled slowly. It was a primal smile, a smile of triumph and ownership.
“Okay, you win.” I hopped on one leg while he continued to hold the other.
“I do?” He kept hold of my ankle with one hand and grabbed my calf with the other, pulling me closer.
“Shit.” My heart was thudding faster now, but not with exertion, with fear, because when I looked into his eyes, the Emory I knew wasn’t there. “Emory? You win. You can let go now.”
He canted his head and released my ankle to grab my thigh. “You think a Breed will let you go? You think a scuttler will let you go?”
My pulse was hammering in my throat now as I scanned the face I’d known for years and found nothing familiar aside from the features. His fingers tightened on me. “The Breed will catch you, and they’ll fuck you.”
He yanked my leg suddenly and hard enough to knock me off balance and bring me to the ground. He came with me, his weight landing on my body, pushing it into the mats. A growl vibrated against me, and my fear spiked and twisted into something else, something untamed and dangerous. He inhaled, and the pupils behind his glasses dilated. His gloved hand slid up my body to tangle and fist in my hair almost painfully. Tears stung my eyes, and my body began to tremble, but this … this wasn’t fear, it was anticipation.
What was this? What was happening right now?
His thigh slipped between mine, pushing up against my crotch, and my body was suddenly on fire.
“Emory?” His name was a breathless explosion.
He tensed, and the hand in my hair flexed, tearing a gasp from me. He blinked slowly as if waking from a daydream, and then his face, his beautiful face, contorted in horror.
“Echo?”
“Emory?”
He leapt off me as if he’d been burned and turned away, bracing his hands on his head. He took several steps away from me and then lowered his arms. His back straightened, and when he turned to face me, his expression was closed.
“Get up.” He looked down on me coolly. “Training is done for the day.”

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HDCH. Danielle Crabtree graduated from the University of Oregon in 2004 with a professional journalism degree and worked in journalism as a writer and editor in Oregon and Arizona. She started freelancing as an editor in 2011.
Her poetry has been published in several literary magazines and anthologies, and she wrote with the G10 Writers group. Her first book with the group was published in 2011.
She lives in the heart of Oregon’s Willamette Valley with her two dogs. Outside her career in health care and her passion for writing, she enjoys hiking, gardening, and dog training, and she is pursuing a master’s degree in public health at Oregon State University.

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FWTitle: Fire Wolf (Fire & Reign, #1)
Publication date: May 21st 2019
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Since the fall of the royal house, the four kingdoms have been divided and at war, leaving many without necessities to survive. Lady Myah Leicht would do anything for her people, even risk herself—the future high lady of Nordlin—to join her friends to raid supply convoys and storehouses belonging to the enemy army against her uncle and his council’s wishes.
Garrett wants nothing more than to be done with the Osten Elite Guard, but his position as master keeps him close to the queen and close the secrets the resistance needs. But only one secret he keeps matters to the future of the four kingdoms.
And that secret could burn Myah’s world to the ground.

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The wind picked up, howling through the unsheltered channel. It prickled every inch of Myah’s skin, blasting through her damp clothes. A chill raced up her spine when the gust died.
It was not the wind marking her end, but the cries of the wolves.
Myah would die to their song.

 

“I find you baffling.”
He laughed quietly. “I get that a lot.”
“If you don’t want to blackmail me, then what do you want?” she pushed.
He leaned forward as if to get a better look at her in the moonlight. “To test a theory.”
“And what is your conclusion?” She was curious now, much less afraid, although still untrusting.
“Undetermined …”

 

Garrett’s breaths were becoming ragged. His blood, warm and hot and sticky, dripped down his chest. He could feel the moisture on his skin. He blocked a swing aiming for his head, and then took a knife to his left side. It was shallow, but his muscles knotted. He stumbled backward, lost his footing as he slipped in the snow, and went down hard on his side.
When he looked up, the man’s arms were raised over his head, the blade angled to drive it through Garrett’s chest. His breath caught.

 

“You’re not going to get away,” he said.
“I’ll wager you’re wrong,” Myah replied. She pulled back harder on her bowstring and locked eyes on her target—his heart.
It took Myah only a split second to register the man’s actions. He rushed at her with frightening speed. However, in that same second, she took a chance and released the arrow. She did not wait to see if it had found its mark. She ran into the woods and did not look back.

 

A branch snapped to his right. Garrett whipped his head toward the sound and instinctively drew his knife. Just because he was expecting a friend, it didn’t mean his enemies weren’t lying in wait. And Garrett had more enemies these days than friends—if he’d ever had any at all.
“Lyulf,” he said, his voice pitched low.
Stillness. Even the wind had taken a moment to catch its breath.

 

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J.A. Armitage
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KOSAWTitle: Kingdom of Sand & Wishes: A Limited Edition Collection of Aladdin Retellings
Publication date: May 24th 2019
Genres: Fairy Tales, Fantasy, Young Adult

Aladdin, but not as you remember it….

On the dusty streets, around the bustling bazaars, being overlooked by a Sultan’s Palace was a land. A land of magic, secrets and treasures buried deep beneath the desert.
Through Arabian nights, dark forces are at work. Dark forces that can threaten the peace of everyone in the Kingdom. Watch our authors as they answer the question, can three wishes save the day?
Join our award winning and USA Today best selling authors for nine action packed fantasy and contemporary retellings with Sultans, sorcerers, romance and more magic than a genie’s lamp can hold.

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Three Wishes

by J.A.Armitage

Her future was mapped out …
She would one day be queen …
When a curse was cast, trapping Jini in an old lamp, her life ended along with everyone she had ever known and loved. Centuries of darkness passed and then a young man made a wish.
He wanted to be the Sultan.
So did she.
The only problem? There already was a Sultan and his mysterious son had already laid claim to the throne
Read this powerful new rendition of the age old classic, Aladdin, where things are not as they seem and magic might not be enough to save them all.

The Djinn Curse

by Margo Ryerkerk

How far will you go to reclaim your freedom?
My name is Roxelana, and my human life was stolen from me.
Turned by force into a djinn, I’ve waited for 100 years for a shot at freedom.
My current assignment in Istanbul presents an opportunity to break the connection to my lamp and escape my eternal slavery. There’s just one problem. Doing so means sacrificing the sultan prince to the king of djinns. I shouldn’t care about the prince, but I can’t stop myself. He has a pull on me I can’t explain. Coupled with his kindness and the care he shows his people, I’m in deep trouble.
When push comes to shove, who will I choose? Him or myself?
Filled with adventure, love, magic, and a strong heroine, this clean YA Fairy Tale is the perfect read!
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Granting Wishes (A Once Upon a Curse Prequel)

by Kaitlyn Davis

She’s about to discover a whole new world …
“His words come back to me—magic is the law. I guess I’m making my own set of rules.”
Alanna thought rock climbing in Yosemite National Park would be the trip of a lifetime. Until an earthquake strikes and she finds herself plummeting to her death. But instead of slamming into the forest floor, Alanna drops into a secret underground cave where she’s confronted by the impossible—magic.
A mysterious man named Erick uses incredible powers to save her life, then tells her that his magical world has collided with earth, merging the two together. Alanna writes it off as crazy, until he shows her a vision of her brother being dragged down a sandy cobblestone street in chains. Crazy or not, she’ll do anything to save him.
As Alanna and Erick team up to rescue her brother from the clutches of a decrepit sorcerer king, fate intervenes in the form of a handsome prince. Alanna doesn’t know who to trust, but in this foreign land, flying solo just might get her killed…
Don’t miss GRANTING WISHES, a fantasy romance from bestselling author Kaitlyn Davis that reimagines the classic fairy tale of Aladdin.

Sultana of Amethyst Sands

by Emma Savant

A beautiful genie craves her freedom. A handsome prince longs to heal his kingdom. And a con artist named Aladdah has big plans for them all.
Between theft, sleight of hand, and her indentured servitude to a powerful magician, Aladdah has always managed to survive the brutal streets of Citron. But survival isn’t enough for a woman of Aladdah’s ambition. She craves more—more food, more power, and more magic than her master has seen fit to teach her.
When she demands a greater challenge, her master sends her on a mission into an enchanted cavern beneath the desert sands. There, in an abandoned garden glittering with the lights of precious jewels, Aladdah discovers a genie whose power and beauty are matched only by her determination to escape the bonds of her servitude.
But the genie is bound by her magic lamp, subject to Aladdah’s every wish, and it’s an opportunity no self-respecting street rat could resist. Aladdah forms a plan to use the genie to destroy the sultan and establish herself as a new ruler who will turn the savage inequality of Citron on its head.
But the sultan has many protectors, from his court magicians to the beautiful, idealistic son who infuriates and enchants Aladdah in equal measure. Her genie fights her at every turn. And her old master will not be dismissed so easily, not when he has a plan to gain power the likes of which the kingdoms have never seen.
Sultana of Amethyst Sands is a romantic, fast-paced adventure through the sands of a faraway kingdom of magic, genies, and wishes come true.

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#CoverReveal #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours : Afflicted to the Core – Nat Kennedy, #Cover by Deranged Doctor Design @DerangeDoctor

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NatNat Kennedy grew up living in a poorly populated desert landscape. With no neighbors in a 1-mile radius, she had to make up her own fun.
Nat strives to create plotty and imaginative fantasy worlds, with the added benefit of gay romance–steamy to tame. Bored of het romance, she jumped into writing her fantasy with gay romance swirled in, like a raspberry ribbon in vanilla ice cream.

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Title: Afflicted to the Core (Wielder World, #3)
Genres: Adult, LGBTQ+, Urban Fantasy

Reggie Wolfe religiously visits Kyle Landon—his student in Nerve detangling—at the Harpford Disentanglement Center, where the younger man has been incarcerated on trumped up charges. During one of Reggie’s visits, Kyle’s able to warn his teacher of an imminent unauthorized transfer by an unknown shadow agency. Reggie demands help from his sister at the Bureau of Wielder Services but is pressed to take the matter into his own hands when bureaucratic red-tape stymies her actions. Breaking into a secret medical installation, Reggie and August Whalen find Kyle and six other men hooked to IVs, unknown chemicals pumping into their systems.
The three are caught up in a quest to find an antidote for the drugs and discover who is behind the powerful anti-male Wielder organization. On this dangerous road, will they forever remain friends, or give in to their growing attraction?

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Neliem – Clare DiLiscia @diliclare @Month9Books

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Today I’m on the ‘Neliem’ blogtour, organised by Xpresso Book Tours.
To promote Clare DiLiscia her book I have some ‘basic’ information, an excerpt and a giveaway for you.

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ClaireClare Di Liscia grew up near the hills surrounding Dodger’s Stadium. For University, Clare attended KU Leuven, in Belgium. She graduated with a Film Degree from Cal State Northridge, earning Dean’s List recognition. Neliem won 1st place HM in SCBWI’s Sue Alexander.

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NeliemTitle: Neliem
Published by: Month9Books
Publication date: May 21st 2019
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Half the population of the island of Madera are dead, killed by an unforgiving and indiscriminate plague. Oriana dreams of escaping her life of ruthless cruelty from the people who now rule over those who remain. No telling whom the plague will strike next, Oriana means to find freedom for herself and her people. Drawing strength from ancient tales of her enemy, young Oriana transforms herself from victim to warrior with the help of a mysterious and powerful dagger given to her by a kind and dying boy.
Years later, during her enemy’s betrothal ritual, Ezra, a boy she has never before seen, selects her as his mate. With servitude her only option, Oriana accepts the offer. Whisked away to a seemingly perfect world, Oriana discovers sinister secrets at every turn, including the identity of Tristan, a boy with whom she shares an undeniable but impossible connection.
Why would a boy she doesn’t know wish her to be his betrothed? Why does she feel such a strong pull toward a stranger? Someone in Ezra’s family not only knows the answer to both those questions, but also about the dagger Oriana possesses. He will do anything to stop the union. Now, with everything on the line, Oriana turns inward to find the strength she needs to seize the full power of the dagger so that she may protect herself and save her people.

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I cringe; not wanting to confess the extent of my obsession of finding the boy I’ve convinced myself for too long never existed. After I’d miraculously healed from the fever, I went half mad looking everywhere for him. Like a maniac, I searched in every room, closet and under every desk at the schoolhouse for any indication where he might’ve gone. Then I took it one step further. Dressed like Neliem himself, I snuck at the crack of dawn into the Untouchable section of town which we are forbidden to enter. I scourged the marketplace, the temples of their false gods, the fields, the hills, our cave, any place I could think of, going as far as to risk my own life for weeks to find him. Just for the chance to see him and touch him again, I would’ve done anything. Me, who hated to be touched, ached for this boy the way a dying man aches for water in the desert.

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Taken by the Phantom (The Phantom of the Academy, #1) – Isabella King @IsabellaKing

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IsabellaMy short stories and articles have been traditionally published (under another name) but Amazon has given me the chance to venture into wildly different genres and my most recent titles have involved spanking and D/s relationships. My heroines are strong willed, intelligent women who battle against their need to submit to the dominant men in their lives. My stories are complex and filled with angst, turmoil and agonising twists of fate but always, almost always, have a happy ending.

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2019-0717 Isabella King b01Title: Taken by the Phantom (The Phantom of the Academy, #1)
Publication date: May 16th 2019
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

I’ve never felt at home at Juilliard. My stagefright always makes me choke when I’m under the spotlight, to my classmates’ delight. But when I’m dragged into a new world, to a new school—where singing is more than a talent, it’s magic—I can’t hide my voice anymore. This new power is tempting, but terrifying forces swirl around the kingdom of Cantus. Missing girls, rivals at my new academy, Rebels, demons slaying people in the street—and it all leads back to him. The mysterious, powerful Phantom, who lurks beneath the opera school and demands he be my teacher—a demand which soon grows into something deeper, darker. But if I want to survive this place, or have any hope of going home, I may have no choice but to give in to him… and all he desires.

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Excerpt POV Krissy

I appraise the Phantom of the Opera in shadow and light. For an eternity, he says nothing. Neither do I. There is no barrier between us, yet I can’t make myself move. I’m porcelain shot through with fissures—if he touches me I’ll shatter.
What if I want to?
Finally, he speaks. “Prima Donna.”
I stare at him. His one visible eye is dark, almost black. Set in his white face, against the pale of his mask, it is stark. Of course he is rendered in extremes. For the first time since our encounter here, he is less clothed than I am. He wears a white dress shirt, loose and open. He has a lovely body, finer even than it felt when pressed against mine. He’s more muscular than his tailored suits and sweeping cloaks would lead one to believe, with a sculpted chest, clear lines chiseled across his abdomen.
It’s then that I realize he is also young, probably only a few years older than me. If he were from my world, he might still be a student. He might go to Juilliard; an upperclassman who might tutor me or play me opposite in a musical.
Of course, in my world he probably wouldn’t wear a mask or live beneath an opera house.
He wouldn’t kill.
“I am not the Prima Donna,” I finally answer. My voice trembles, and I kick myself internally for showing even one crack in my facade. Still, neither of us have moved. I can see the hard plane of his stomach ripple when he breathes; his jaw is set, and a muscle ticks there. His hands are closed into tight fists. But he doesn’t move.
Why?
“Not yet.” At last: a step. I force myself not to retreat. “But after I am through with you…”
Through with me? Heat licks up the back of my neck. I’m grateful for the darkness. What would he make of me blushing? What do I make of me blushing? “Through with me?”
Another step. He’s framed in the doorway: a beautiful, horrifying portrait. Oils and lust and treachery all painted in broad strokes. “With my teaching.”
I bark out a laugh. “You’re not serious.”
He takes another step. We are toe to toe, and it takes everything in me not to run screaming through the Hall of Mirrors. I’m such an idiot. What was I thinking, coming down here? Staying when Charlotte left? Singing for him?
The Phantom looks down his nose at me, lips parted. “Deadly so.”
I snort. Narrow my eyes. “Oh,” I say, “so you’re funny now?”
“I have always been in possession of quite a sense of humor, Krissy Davis.”
“Even while you killed them?”
He cocks his head, eyes flaring. I’ve pissed him off. Good.
He lifts his hand, no longer gloved, but bare and plain as any man’s. Not monstrous at all. My knees shake, and I hope he doesn’t see. He touches his fingers to my jaw, tender as he might a kitten’s belly.
“Especially,” he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth, “while I killed them.”

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And for once, I cannot help myself.
I am scarcely more than shadow, not nearly as full in form as she or Suzanna. Perhaps she will not notice or name the sensation of touch. Perhaps she will believe it a cast of the magic. Perhaps, perhaps, she will know it is me.
Just her hair. A touch. It is all I need.
I lean close to her, alight my fingertips upon her arms. I am not fully man, but half in shadow, and yet I can feel the rain soaked into the cloth, the heat of her skin just beneath. She inhales sharply when I touch her, lips parting further, eyelids fluttering. Shh, I think. A moment more. One touch.
She grants me my wish, her eyes remaining shut, and leans back ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, into me. I draw nearer still, savoring the ripple of her hair, stirred by my breath. I am close enough I could press my lips to the vital curve of her neck, close enough I could slide my hands over her breasts, pull her flush against me, test the fit of her curves against mine.
What pleasure is there in that?
She arched herself against me when we met in the Hall of Mirrors. She consumed her own fear like the snake’s tail and came out stronger for it. Yet now her eyes remain closed.
I suddenly want to scream at her to open them. To look at me, to touch me, to want me. And yet she does not. She is little more than silk, supple against me, shaped by my contours. I press myself closer, my body against hers, and brush my fingers along the length of her arms.
Still she remains in the rhapsody of Suzanna’s closed-eye song, and still the darkness swells between the light in heady thrusts.
But Krissy does not sober. She rests her hands in my palms, her thin fingers like porcelain, dainty and fine, mine in black leather, monstrous beside them. With me beside her, she is a sun in eclipse, half-swallowed by darkness.
Her breathing has deepened; it matches mine, step for step. We are in tandem as I press myself to her, the curves of her hips, fuller in contact than in sight. That hunger inside of me stirs once more. Against the swell of her body, I harden and smother the alien urge to gasp.
Then her fingers tighten on mine, and at once there is silence.

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