“How can you love someone so much and need space from them at the same time?”
My alarm goes off at four am. It takes an hour to get to the studio, and then my ballet training begins. I go to school for a few hours, and then it’s back to the studio for more training. Go to bed. Repeat the whole process the next day.
I hate it.
My time at school is a blur, except for biology. I don’t rush through that class, because I get to see Roger Byrnes. He probably doesn’t even know I exist, but my heart beats a little faster when I see him walk through the classroom door with his messy hair and carefree attitude. He has so much energy. But then he stares off into the distance, and I wonder what he’s thinking. It’s the highlight of my day.
I wish I could quit ballet so I could be a normal teenager. Someone who Roger would want to be with. I could use some excitement in my life…I bet Roger could give that to me.
Roger keeps running with me screaming over his shoulder, and I’m getting seriously worried he’s not going to slow down when he reaches the ice-cold Pacific Ocean. I can feel the freezing wet splashes on my legs, and as he runs into deeper water, some of the splashes reach up to my face. I’ve been playfully kicking and screaming for him to put me down, but now, I’m gripping his upper back, not wanting him to lower me at all. Don’t let the turquoise water of Carmel fool you; it’s damn cold, even in the summer. Girls wear bikinis on the beach, and surfers wear wetsuits all year-round. Even I know that.
“You broke a promise,” he says while his arm grabs me from over his shoulder and moves me down. The muscles in my legs bulge, and I clench them around his upper body, holding myself high up on his shoulder.
“What are you? A cat?” he says, confused, as he tries to figure out what I’m doing with my body.
I grab on to his head and use it as leverage to clench my thighs together over his other shoulder. “I never broke a promise,” I say, unashamed. The only emotion going through me right now is fear of going into the ice cold water. “I never promised to call you.”
“Oh, that hurts my feelings,” he says dramatically. He reaches up and tries one more time to pull me off of him, but I’m too strong.
“How the hell are you stronger than me?” he exclaims, clearly frustrated that he’s tried twice to throw me in the water with no success. All he’s been able to do is make me slip down his body a little. My one leg is still draped over his shoulder, and the other is wrapped around his back, holding on for dear life. My face has moved from over his head to right in front of his nose.
“Ballerinas are a lot stronger than you think,” I say with a calm, even breath. I’ve never kissed a boy before, and right now, I’m staring at one’s lips. They’re so full and colorful; they look as if they’re full of fruit punch. I wonder what it would taste like and feel like. If I just move my head a few inches closer…
“Maybe so,” he says, matching my even breath. “You might be stronger than me, but I’m more clever.” He spreads his arms out, as if he’s going to give someone a huge hug, and slowly, his body weight shifts back.
“No, no, no, no, no!” I scream once I realize there’s no stopping him from falling back into the water.
Erin Lockwood grew up in Castro Valley, California and attended the University of Oregon, where she graduated in 2003 with a degree in journalism. From there she moved to Denver and spent the next seven years searching for the love of her life and building the family of her dreams.
It wasn’t long until, with children starting preschool and more time on her hands, Erin refocused on her career, beginning with a successful entry into the world of residential real estate as a Realtor. Free time was spent reading book after book (and binge-watching the subsequent films) in the New Adult genre. Feeling hopelessly in love with her husband, she wrote him a short story leading up to their fifth wedding anniversary. That’s when she discovered her tireless passion to share her experience of falling in love through fictional characters. That story evolved into the first novel in the Angles trilogy.
Erin still lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband, Phil, and their three children.
My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl ask for?
I started writing at the age of sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out. Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues, without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am satisfied.
“The characters were well-written and well-developed, the story was clear
and enjoyable without being predictable, and there were a couple of
evenings I stayed up later than I intended just so I could get to the
end of a chapter. If you’re a fantasy fan, you’re going to LOVE
this!” —Amazon review The
your best friend started a rebellion in the middle of a war?
your lover awakened a deep evil and helped it grow?
your people were too cowardly to face a battle?
you stole an ancient power source?
you gambled with the fate of the world?
Join five powerful warriors each with a unique ability and magical
weapons. Their quest is to discover where the transformed creatures
are coming from and put a stop to it.
Along the way they run into treacherous immortals, sea monsters,
powerful beasts of the air and talking animals.
Each has their own reasoning for joining the quest, but one carries a
deadly secret which just might be the destruction of them all.
“Angela’s imagination has brought these characters to life and the
Over 100 years after The Five Warriors saved the Western World, the
Blended Ones have become a curse in the Eastern World. Beware the
Phyllis and her 17 year old twin sister, Ilieus are Blended Ones. But Ilieus
suffers from visions of darkness she is unable to discern. Forsaken
by their parents the two cross the country in search of the Order of
the Wise for help.
Cuthan the Charmer is mischievous enough to change anyone’s mind with a
smile and a wink. Born into a family of treasure hunters, he s
searching for the key to unlocking his dormant powers.
Pharengon the Horse Lord was born to be King. Young and inexperienced he
seeks a weapon to turn the tide of the war in his favor. But when his very
own army betrays him, he will have to turn to the Lost Ones for assistance.
Caught in the fate of the Eastern World the youths destinies become twisted
together in a frightful quest that will change the course of time. In
the midst of their whirlwind adventure, they discover love, loss, and
uncover the truth about who and what is behind the chaotic, spiraling
events in the Eastern World.
Changers have arisen, wreaking havoc as they harvest the world, searching
for the Green Stone. The South World sinks in despair, holding its
breath, waiting for the One.
Eliesmore is a Blended One, growing up on the edge of the forest of the
creatures of the wood. Young, headstrong, and inspired by magical
rituals, he spends his time between his overprotective mother and
sneaking out to dance with the wild things.
His courage is tested when Eliesmore discovers that he is the One who is
meant to save the Four Worlds from the Changers. Unwilling to accept
his fate, he turns his back on the prophecy and the futile quest to
dissolve the Green Stone.
But Eliesmore will soon learn he cannot escape his destiny. Beset by
creatures of the deep and hunted by servants of the Changers,
Eliesmore finds his task will test the loyalty of his companions and
help him answer the ultimate question:
Can he trust the immortals – or are they the reason the Changers
Brought up as a bookworm and musician, Angela J. Ford began writing The Four
Worlds Series—a fantasy series—at the age of twelve. The
storyline of those books was largely based off of the imaginative
games she played with her sisters.
Angela originally finished the series when she was sixteen. After college,
Angela began to rewrite The Four Worlds Series, bringing it from a
child’s daydream to an adventure young and old can enjoy. Since it
is inspired by fairy tales, high magic, and epic fantasy, Angela
knows you’ll enjoy your adventures within the Four Worlds.
If you happen to be in Nashville, you’ll most likely find her at a
local coffee shop, enjoying a white chocolate mocha and furiously
working on her next book. Make sure you say hello!
It is 1816 and twenty-one-year-old Julianne Smith is anxious to depart from her guardians’ luxurious household and set out on her own. Even with all her grand ideas seemingly within reach, Julianne never foresees the turn of events that are about to irrevocably transform her life. Captain Charles Dorchester is a handsome, honourable man with few worries now that the war is behind him. When fate leads him to rescue the passengers of a stagecoach after it is robbed somewhere
between London and Birmingham, he has no idea that inside is a woman with the power to turn his life upside down. As Julianne’s path intertwines with his, neither can deny their attraction to each other. But as a fierce passion and love blooms between them, Julianne is left in the midst of an internal struggle that prompts betrayal, fears, and consequences. In this historical romance, an independent woman becomes embroiled in a passionate love affair with a military captain that leads her to realize the influence of fate.
A candle flickered on the bedside table, casting a glow about the dark chamber. The dim light outlined the old woman’s withered face and wisps of white hair. In a plain grey dress, she sat upon the edge of the bed where her husband lay so miserably frail and weak. His features were gaunt, and his skin was grey and translucent. He was dying. It had been days since he’d last uttered a word or had been the least bit coherent. To think death’s door could bring a strong and powerful man to such a state stood as a vivid reminder of how little power one ultimately had in the larger scheme of life. Undeniably, he had always been a man of great strength and staunchly set in his ways. Stubborn as an old mule, she used to say. Though, to be honest, she’d been no better. Indeed, their obstinacy and determination had very nearly cost them a lifetime together. Her eyes slid over her hands tightly clasped around his cold fingers. At one time her hands had been so beautiful and graceful. Now they lay stippled with liver spots and crooked from rheumatism that had ailed her for years. Tears rimmed her tired eyes as she squeezed his hand with a glimmer of hope that he’d awaken, turn to her, and assure her, as he always had, that everything would be fine. However, in her heart of hearts, she knew this time it would not be. It simply hurt to breathe. How could it be that they were old? How could it be that their lives had passed them by so very quickly? With six children, fifteen grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren, they bore the evidence of a long, fruitful and extraordinary life. If only it did not have to come to an end. She supposed it selfish of her to think thusly. After all, not many people could claim such a wonderful and well-lived life as she and her beloved. Times were different now. There was a lost innocence in the people of this day, an innocence that had been so sweet and charming in its time was now seen as silly and frivolous. And she supposed it had been. However, it had been an endearing time to live and to love. They’d been blessed with a charmed life, filled with love and happiness. Not to say they’d not had their share of trials and tribulations. Goodness no. But somehow they had managed to make it through together. Smiling down at her husband, she reminisced about the years gone by and contemplated how very extraordinary life could be. What an enigma it truly was and how a matter of circumstance could alter one’s life forever.
Michelle Deschenes is a new author in the historical fiction/romance genre, a successful businesswoman and an entrepreneur living in Canada with her husband, three children and their family dog, Lucky. Michelle loves reading, writing, and pretty much anything that involves creativity. She’s also passionate about nature, and outdoor adventures with her family and friends. Michelle is now hard at work completing her 2nd book, coming out in early 2018!
20 year old Nora Dultry’s dreams hide even more. They’re a gateway to the man of her dreams, and an escape from her painful past. She’s fantasized about him for years, and when he mysteriously walks into
her summer teaching gig, she never dreamed she’d question whether he was the one she truly wanted.
But her former fling Troy Bellisaro doesn’t just own Wanderlust Academy…he’s her boss, he still has her heart strings tied in knots—and he’s hiding secrets of his own.
One of them will be her dream come true. One, her waking nightmare.
Untangling the truth could make this dream, her last.
“Humans are the only creatures on earth, whose emotions are irrevocably entangled with their memories.”
So this was it. This was my life for the next 90 days. The next 2160 hours, give or take. When you were trapped in purgatory did a few hours more or less really matter?
I’d only had a chance to visit grandfather once before we left. I hated that I wouldn’t be able to see him more. But the nurse promised she’d read my letters to him as often as they arrived.
He was asleep more than he was awake now, but I knew he could hear me and could feel when I was there. Which meant he’d miss me when I wasn’t. And three months seemed like a very long time to be away. Still, with the money I made from this I’d be able to get him into a facility closer to home where he could get the proper care he needed. That was all that mattered now.
I missed my old life. When Grandma was still alive. And when granddad was still, himself.
Sighing, I stuffed the memories back down. It was over. Moving on. Our first day was pretty flexible as far as time commitments went. There was a tour and orientation and then we were encouraged to explore on our own after lunch. Kenzie had already hooked up with some graphic arts instructors from Brazil she’d met during the interviews. When I declined to join them for a swim, she took off, leaving me alone in the cabin.
It had pretty much everything you could want. Indoor plumbing, microwave, even a coffee machine. I mean it was hardly roughing it. But no tv or internet sucked, and I hated being way from my sculpting class. And of course granddad.
Enough moping. A walk, that was what I needed. I tugged a sweatshirt over my tank top and shorts, slipped on my flip-flops and headed outside. I followed the trail into the woods nearby. Beyond it was the lake, a crystal glistening clear blue body of liquid, just begging for some party hard teens to fall into and drown. This place had high school horror flick all over its idyllic brochure. And here I was in the middle of it. A girl with a dream guy occupying her nights and a real live one terrorizing her days. At least that was how it felt seeing Troy again, after that night. Nothing like being completely forgotten to boost a girl’s self-esteem, and to be reminded of said failure every time I saw him, which from the sounds of it would be a lot of the next nine weeks.
I’d only been walking a few minutes when I ran into Kenzie.
“What happened to the Brazilian boys?” I asked as she sauntered over.
“They got hauled into the principal’s office for smoking. I told them not to do it out in the open.” She said. “Where ya headed?”
“Can I join?”
I shrugged and kept walking. Until I stopped dead.
Up ahead was Troy. Fitted white t-shirt, gray track pants rolled to the waist, looking way too good. He was jogging, listening to music and heading in our direction. My heart lurched and in a moment of panic, I grabbed Kenzie, shoved her into the bushes, then dove in after her.
“What the f—”
I clapped my hand over her mouth as Troy jogged past us, his rock hard muscles that I remembered all too well, flexing as he ran.
When he was out of view, I climbed out of the shrubs and offered Kenzie a hand to help her up.
She smacked it away. “What the hell was that?” She dusted her red leggings, scowling. “In what universe do we dodge gorgeous guys?”
Every day in my universe. “Sorry. I just wasn’t ready to see him again.”
“Well make it uncomplicated.” She raised her brows in expectation. Then her foot started taping.
Her voice escalated. “Why don’t you want to talk to Mr. Hot?”
“Because,” I whispered, dragging her back toward the cabin, “I know him. I mean, we’ve met before. In the past.”
“You’re being cryptic. What happened? How’d you meet?”
“He was teaching this course I was taking.” I chewed my lip, regretting that I hadn’t come up with a lie.
“Cool.” She studied my face. “Or not so cool. You’re clearly not too thrilled about seeing him again. Get a bad grade?”
“Yeah, something like that.” Actually nothing like that.
“And now he’s your boss. Cra-zy.”
“Right?” That seemed to satisfy her which meant for now, my humiliation was safe.
A dreamer at heart, Michele Barrow-Belisle has always lived with one foot in this reality and one foot in another, one of her own imagining. So it follows that she would grow up to write about and sculpt the characters from those enchanting worlds she knows and loves so well. As a fan of everything romantic, her young adult novels are populated with witches and vampires and faeries. Michele resides in southern Canada with her hubby and son who indulge her passions for writing, reading, lattes, and most of all chocolate.
When your whole world is falling apart, what are the chances you’ll find love in the most unexpected of places?
Livvie feels like she’s losing everything: her two best friends have abandoned her for their boyfriends, her mother continues to ignore her, while her sister, Jules, is sick again and getting worse by the day. Add in the request Jules has made of her and Livvie feels like she’s losing her mind, too.
Her only escape is in the art room, where she discovers not only a refuge from her life, but also a kindred soul in Bianca, the school “freak”. Livvie’s always felt invisible, at school and at home, but with Bianca, she finally feels like someone sees the real Livvie. As the relationship deepens and it comes time to take the romance public, will Livvie be able to take that step?
Livvie’s about to find out if she has what it takes to make the tough decisions and stand up for herself—for the first time in her life.
Bianca pulled up in front of my house, which sat in darkness, not even the porch light on to guide me. I must be late. Mom always switched off the light at midnight, whether we were home or not, letting us know she was aware we’d missed curfew. I’d hear about it tomorrow. Or maybe not.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said. “And … thanks. Again. Like I said, you’re always rescuing me.”
“Maybe I think you’re worth saving.” Bianca wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes were turned to the open window. The words sounded simple, but they weren’t. They lay across the seat between us, pulsing in shades of pink and red.
“Thanks?” The word felt awkward in my mouth. Would she still think I was worth saving if she knew I was thinking of ways to kill my sister? I shoved the thought away as I climbed out of the car. “See you in school.”
“Yeah. See you.” Bianca turned, her eyes glittering under the streetlights. “Hey, Livvie?”
“Yeah?” I ducked my head back through the door.
“I really like your painting.”
I jerked back in surprise, knocking the back of my head on the door. “My painting? You mean the still life?”
She nodded. “Yeah. It’s really good. It’s like everyone else is painting the surface of the things, but you’re painting what’s underneath. The real apple. The real flowers. It’s got—” She stopped, searching around as if she’d find the word she was looking for hanging in the air, ripe for plucking. “Well, it sounds totally corny, but it’s got soul.”
My face grew warm. “Thanks,” I mumbled. “But yours is way better.”
She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “No. Mine’s clever. It’s thought out. But there’s no passion in it. Yours has that.”
I giggled. “Passion? For a bunch of fruit and flowers? I hope not.”
She smiled, too, the flicker of movement so small I could have missed it. “Well, yeah. It’s not the most exciting subject. But if you can inject that much life into something so stupid, just think what you could do with something you really care about. Like that thing you did with the song. That’s something special.”
I sank back into the seat, the springs wheezing beneath me. My ears blazed, and I knew my cheeks were just as red. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. Even Mrs. DeWinter dismissed my music pictures as irrelevant swirls of color, while Mom considered all painting and drawing to be a frivolous waste of time.
“Thanks.” I stammered again.
“No, thank you.” Bianca lit another cigarette, the fiery end punching a hole in the darkness.
“What for?” Smoke burned my eyes, making them tear. At least, I thought it was the smoke. I couldn’t remember the last time someone complimented me or made me feel special. I brushed at a wet spot on my cheek.
She took a long drag and turned to her open window before exhaling into the night. “I’ve always been the best at art. I never had to work hard to be the best either. Now I have something to work for.”
“Oh.” I admired the ease with which she admitted to being the best. “Okay.”
Silence filled the car, but it was a warm, comforting silence.
“I have to go.” The reluctance in my voice surprised me, and I realized I didn’t want to leave. And not just because Bianca’s words flattered me. I recognized the truth in them. “I have a curfew. And I’m late.”
“Sure. Wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.” She turned the key and let the engine struggle to life again.
I watched the way the light gleamed off her shiny red lips. Surprised, I realized I wanted to lean over and kiss them, wanted to see if she tasted of the raspberries I always tasted while in her presence. I scrambled out of the car, putting distance between us as fast as I could. My heart raced in my chest.
Having spent a lifetime travelling the globe, Kate Larkindale is currently residing in Wellington, New Zealand. A marketing executive, film reviewer and mother, she’s surprised she finds any time to write, but doesn’t sleep much. As a result, she can usually be found hanging out near the espresso machine.
Her short stories have appeared in Halfway Down The Stairs, A Fly in Amber, Daily Flash Anthology, The Barrier Islands Review, Everyday Fiction, Death Rattle, Drastic Measures, Cutlass & Musket and Residential Aliens, among others.
She has written fourteen contemporary YA novels, a few of which other people are allowed to see. She has also written one very bad historical romance. She is currently working on a new YA novel and ghostwriting an autobiography.
Rockford Peadlebody dies in a train wreck while traveling with his family, (a rather dysfunctional lot of half-blood vampires) after a flood in Mississippi washes their home away. Once his brother Gerald, his wife Ginger, and son Raymond reach grandpa’s estate in Ohio, they are surprised by the news that grandaddy Benjamin Peadlebody has also died. They are now heirs to the infamous Peadlebody manor and all its peculiarities, including the butler, a reserved, tattooed, muscle-man named Richard Cottlebone,
It seems fishy to Gerald that two untimely deaths in the family happened within a week. Yes, Rockford’s demise was of his own doing, but Benjamin’s? Perhaps the butler, knows more than he’s letting on?
To prove himself worthy, since he failed to live up to old Benjamin’s standards when he was alive, Gerald goes about to unravel the thread of Papa’s death. No help comes from Ginger. She’s too busy trying to un-vampire herself. And Raymond is in love, but not with his relatives. Gerald soon discovers solving a murder mystery meets with a stone cold reception.
Ginger’s looking for a potion to relieve her and her son Raymond from the curse of vampirism, and she’s using the library as a resource.
Once she gained her composure, she looked the librarian square in the face. It wasn’t this young woman’s fault, but Ginger couldn’t hold back the angst.
“None of these books have any of the information that I’m looking for.”
The librarian, a young lady in a pink tailored suit, painted fingernails, and a hairstyle that would have put Sandra Dee to shame, raised her eyebrow as she stacked the books neatly, turning each one right side up. She read the titles aloud, one by one, as she pulled the dated cards from the inside covers.
“Dark Magic and the Evil Thereof
Alchemy for Dummies
Science and the Supernatural
Vampires and their Victims?” She looked up. Ginger shrugged.
“The Night of the Stalker.”
When she had finished reading the titles, she gave Ginger a scowl.
“Just exactly what are you looking for?”
With a passion for a good wholesome story, Gardner dives into the adult and young adult fantasy genres. She is both a best selling author and an award winning illustrator who lives in the Pacific Northwest, USA. Dabbling in screenwriting, she’s won screenings and a trophy for some of her film projects.
She loves a tale that ignites imaginations, strengthens friendships, spurs courage and applauds honor. Though she targets her stories for young adults, her books are enjoyed by all ages.
My name is Ava Dawson. Ever since I was young, I have had this strange “gift” of invisibility. I can’t explain it, nor can I always control it. It affects my work, my personal life, dating—all but my mother and best friend seem to be affected. No matter what I do, I seem to always be forgotten.
Until I meet these gorgeous guys during a girls’ night out, and there’s something strangely alluring about them. An ancient curse brings us together, while a group of supernatural “Collectors” is threatening to tear us apart. They’re targeting people with special abilities like mine, and all four men have taken it upon themselves to protect me. But with their complicated pasts, I can’t help but feel protective of them, too. I’m trying not to get in over my head, with these men, and the magic.
But I have to admit, It’s nice to be seen after years of being invisible.
*Author’s Note: this book is ‘reverse harem;’ meaning, one woman, multiple love interests. This series is meant for readers 18+ only
My eyes widened, half expecting him to take out a gun or some sort of weird supernatural gadget that would vaporize me. Thankfully, he only produced a business card. He crossed the room with a single stride of his long legs and handed it to me. “Ava, you’re obviously a smart and strong woman. You need to figure out if you can trust what I said or not, but I think if you think about it, you’ll understand I’m telling the truth. And if you have some sort of latent abilities, leaving them unchecked is dangerous. If you are what I think you are—well…”
I lifted a brow. “And what do you think I am?”
He sighed thoughtfully, as if debating something. Then he asked me something very surprising. “What do you know about your father? Are you close to him?”
I blinked, taken aback. Wanting to say something snarky, but I couldn’t. The subject had always been raw with me, despite how I respected my mother’s wishes to not ask more about him. “I don’t have one. I’ve never met him.”
He nodded slowly. “Uh-huh. What does your mother know about him?”
I shrugged, looking away so he couldn’t see the pain in my eyes. “Not much. Apparently, I’m the product of a one-night stand.”
Mathias was quiet. “And, she never married after that?”
Mathias raised an eyebrow. “See where I’m going with this?”
I glared. “No, I don’t think I do.”
Mathias shook his head with a grin. “Products of a joining between a human and an incubus are extremely rare, though the chance increases if the human isn’t fully human. Even still, it’s incredibly rare. Very rare.”
I stayed thoughtfully silent.
She could become obsessed with one of us, and be unable to find her own love.
Mathias’ words rang over and over again in my mind as he stood there, flicking the little card in between his fingers; as if waiting for me to have a revelation.
“So…” I finally said after a few moment of stun. “What would that make me?”
“If you are what I think you are, you could be pretty powerful indeed and very valuable to many out there who could use you for something… insidious,” he said, his tone hushed.
“What am I?”
“I think you’re a cambion. The child of a human and an incubus. Usually that joining triggers something in the human genetics, and can give you some interesting abilities. But if you don’t know how to use them, they can come out in odd ways,” he explained calmly.
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I see…” I trailed off.
Mathias stood before me, and knelt to my eye level. He reached for my hand, gently. I tried to pull away, but I found I didn’t really want to. I wanted to reject everything this man—this mystery was saying. But his earnest, warm brown eyes made it very difficult.
He held my hand between his as his eyes searched mine. I swear I thought I saw his turn colors; from a light brown hazel to a dark brown, but I had to be seeing things. Right?
“Ava, if you are what I think you are, you could be in danger.” He slipped the card into my hand, and closed my fingers around it. “But you have to decide you want help; I’m not going to force you. I’ll keep checking on you every now and then—myself or Trystan, Sebastian or Xander will. Because if anyone finds out about what you are… it could be very dangerous.”
I didn’t speak; I just clutched the card in my hands. He patted my fingers and stood, stepping towards the door. “Our contact information is on that card, if you decide you want help. We’ll be there for you, any time. Day or night.”
He took one more glance at me before he left, offering a smile before he disappeared.
Sariah Skye physically resides in southern Minnesota with her husband, two kids and a dog (so really…3 children) but mentally her head is in the clouds dreaming of anything that doesn’t require adulting.
When not writing she’s probably geeking out watching Star Trek, playing World of Warcraft, reading yet another fantasy book or staying up way too late. She’d love it if you dropped her a line at Facebook or Twitter but be prepared…she’s a nictofiliac so be patient for a response while her eyes adjust to the light of day and beware of sarcasm. It helps to throw her chocolate or glitter first before engaging. Wine is also acceptable…but not to throw. Hand it over gently.
In Simone Pond’s captivating new fantasy series, a peasant girl embraces her dragon slayer destiny, calling on the legendary power of her family’s bloodline to conquer an evil kingdom and kill every last dragon in Galicia.
Unknowing descendant of a legendary dragon slayer, Evelyn is convinced that getting out of her quaint yhamlet is the answer to finding true love and happiness. But she seems destined to work on her mother’s farm, while the other girls present themselves before the gallant Prince Kieran in his quest to find a lady-in-waiting.
When the prince finally takes notice of Evelyn, he’s smitten and chooses her above all the others. Evelyn is elated about living in Verubri Castle and the possibility of marriage. But her happiness is quickly squelched when the prince invites Evelyn’s arch rival, Ciara, to join them.
Before traveling north, Evelyn discovers her dragon slayer ancestry, something she knows must be concealed from Prince Kieran who would consider it treason against his kingdom. But the only way to survive the treacherous journey is to expose herself and possibly ruin her future and even end her life.
The Dragons of Galicia series is set in a world inspired by Celtic legends. Fire and Fate leads directly into the next book in the series, Fire and Chains.
In the second book of the vibrantly depicted Dragons of Galicia Series, Evelyn of Gorias rises to her dragon slayer calling as she fights to conquer a kingdom of deceit, betrayal, and powerful dragons.
Though Evelyn survived the journey across the mountain ranges, the challenges are just beginning. Verubri Castle holds dark secrets, Prince Kieran is a tyrant, and Ciara is resolute on destroying Evelyn and seducing the prince.
When a dragon nearly burns down an entire village, Evelyn must go after the beast. But this won’t be easy, not when the prince has her heavily guarded. Evelyn’s hope wains, until she encounters a stranger who changes the course of everything.
With the looming threat of the entire clan of Galician Dragons being reawakened, Evelyn must hurry to save the kingdom, while Ciara aims to rule it. To accomplish their goals, they must defeat Prince Kieran. In their individual struggles to conquer and prevail, Evelyn and Ciara face external and internal demons they never imagined possible.
In the final book of the Dragons of Galicia Series, every turn is fraught with dangerous threats in the quest to save the kingdom.
Narrowly escaping the castle to be captured by a dragon is only the beginning of Evelyn’s problems. The list of opponents grows as she battles Ciara, Prince Kieran’s army, and more dragons.
With the neighboring villages being burned and pillaged, Evelyn must pull together her own army of dragon warriors to fight the prince and his knights. As her love for Doran deepens, she’ll do anything to ensure he stays alive, even at the cost of going to battle without him.
As the war reaches an explosive peak, both Evelyn and Ciara face deadly consequences. And the only way to save the north from total destruction is for Evelyn to trust her most deceitful adversary, Ciara. If the two don’t join forces, all will be lost.
I write hard-to-put-down, action-packed novels for young and new adults. I’m obsessed with Boston Terriers, Victorian dresses, and the end of the world. I’m a warrior of light.
I grew up in Kensington, Maryland––a small town just outside Washington D.C.––and spent most of my time filling up journals. In 2013, I published my first fiction novel, The City Center, which won a gold medal in dystopian fiction. I publish a book every couple months, so be sure to sign my mailing list at simonepond.com for updates on new releases.
This is a story about a woman named Kenzie. A woman who knows what she wants and likes things just the way they are, thank you very much. This is also a story about a man named Max. Max can be a real pain in the ass. And finally, this is a story about Dash, ex-husband extraordinaire, who likes to get down to the Scissor Sisters and parties a little too much. And Katie, the best friend who parties far too much and can expertly defend herself against sexual harassment accusations. And Claudia, sister, mother and head of the school parent’s association, long time tea drinker. The chalk to Kenzie’s cheese. And Michael, the one that got away.
“I don’t think so Kenz.” he said, no grimace or frown, just a serious look on his face, parental almost. Condescending was another word that came to mind.
‘Oh, ok, no worries.” she laughed to cover her embarrassment but she knew her face looked as if she had just played the 50-minute game of soccer in the sun instead of her niece.
“Ok well see you round.” she shook her arm from where he still grasped her and started for the car, pretty sure she was walking weird, knowing she was. There was something distinctly duck like about her walk, dear god she was waddling. Yep definitely a waddle. What the hell was wrong with her?
“Kenzie wait.” he followed her.
Even if she ran she wouldn’t be able to lose him, especially now that she had the speed and agility of Huey, Dewey and Louie combined, or maybe it was just Donald, who would be the most uncoordinated out of the four she pondered to herself idiotically.
She stopped, not sure what he was going to say but wishing the ground would swallow her up, grateful her family hadn’t overheard her be shot down so brutally, when she didn’t even want to hang out with this with this guy, well at least she didn’t think she did 5 minutes ago.
Oh god, she thought, Dash witnessing this would be even worse, she could imagine how much he would torture her.
(The one in the hat!)
First time author of Single Rider Skye Leah Collett, refuses to concede that her debut novel is in any way Autobiographical.
Her ex-husband doesn’t buy it.
He won’t shut up about the similarities between himself and the vibrantly likeable supporting character Dash. Unrelenting in his conviction that the imagined fellows resemblance is as unsubtle as the nose on his handsome face, he’s adamantly staked a claim in sharing any perceived future celebrity entitlements. He is also one of this author’s biggest fans.
Sydney born but a devoted Brisbane girl for almost three decades, Skye’s stories centre on the lives and relationships of individuals living in modern suburban Australia. Their friendships, their increasingly overbearing families and of course their lovers.
Her father’s dedication to waffling, unapologetically long winded stories is a treasured family trait passed on through generations and Skye’s rich, colourful characters are painstakingly crafted to become people you wished you knew and become reluctant to farewell.
Skye spends an unseemly indulgent amount of time pinching herself as a reminder that she is indeed awake and very much a person who finished writing a novel.
She’d adore hearing from anyone who feels inclined to make the effort or just wants to say hey.
Skye Leah Collett can be reached anytime via her many varied social media locations!