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Book Tour: Kai by Michelle Abbott

Kai
by Michelle Abbot
Genre: Romance
My name is Kai Okamoto. I deal drugs. Trade escapism for cold, hard cash.
Born to a British mother and a Japanese father, I grew up poor, hungry, and alone. Hiding from the monsters at our door. The debt collectors.
I’ve worked hard to escape my past. I’m not that frightened little boy anymore. I’m wealthy, secure, and sure of myself. At least I was, until I met Lily.
Lily is a good girl. The kind of girl I should stay away from. I should, but I can’t.
I hate lying to her, but if she finds out who I am, what I do. I won’t see her for dust.
A standalone, bad boy romance, set in England.
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Available balance £2.50. I blink and look again at the ATM screen. Available balance £2.50. This must be a mistake. I pull my card from the machine, and glance at the line of people behind me. They’re just going to have to wait. This is an emergency. Feeling cold, I insert my card and reenter my pin. Available balance £2.50. Has my account been hacked? What will I do if someone has stolen my money?

Snatching my card, I head to a quiet corner of the car park. Pulling out my phone, I call the number on the back of the card. I pace back and forth as I’m forced to listen to five minutes of background music. Finally, a human being comes on the line. After answering her security questions, I try to remain calm as I explain to her that my balance must be wrong, that my wages of £958 are always paid in on the first of the month, that it’s now the third and the money is not showing in my account. More waiting while she checks my recent transactions. The car park is filling up, it’s that time of the evening when people come home from work and stop off to get their groceries. Dark clouds block out the sun. It’s going to rain and I didn’t bring an umbrella. Her voice cuts through my thoughts. “I can see £958 is usually paid in on the first of every month. However, there was no payment this month.”

There’s a gust of wind and I feel a few drops of moisture against my skin. “Are you sure? Maybe there’s been a mistake.”

“Nothing has been paid in. All I can suggest is you contact the personnel department of the company you work for.”

I shove my phone into my bag. Great. Just great. I join the throng of customers who are shuffling through the doors of the store. As I pass by one of the checkouts someone calls out, “Are you back already? You doing an extra shift?” It’s one of my colleagues but I really don’t have the energy to explain, so I mouth, ‘Got a problem.’

Standing outside my boss’s office, I rap my knuckles against the door. At twenty-three, my boss is only three years older than me. He looks up at me as I stand in front of his desk. “Can I help you, Lily?”

He’s a good guy. Like me, he has a degree, and like me he’s putting it to good use by working at a grocery store. Too many graduates applying for too few jobs. At least my day ends at five. Eight hours on the checkout and I’m done. My boss works longer hours and has way more responsibility, for not much more pay. No surprise he’s young, they wouldn’t get an older more experienced person to do this job for the money they pay. I sigh. “My wages haven’t been paid.”

“Not you as well.” He rubs the back of his neck. “There’s been a mix up. Personnel are aware of it and your wages should be in your account by Monday.” My dismay must be obvious, because he frowns. “I can loan you a few quid if you’re short. You can pay me back when you get paid.”

I square my shoulders and shake my head. Owing money makes me anxious. For that reason, I’m one of those rare people who doesn’t own a credit card. I’ll manage. Somehow.

I hear the rain before I even step out into the car park. This day just keeps getting better. Before heading outside I pull my coat up over my head. Water splashes onto my tights as my feet slosh through puddles. Striding briskly, I consider my options. My food cupboards are empty but I have £70 in my purse to pay my electric bill. I could use that cash to buy food and pay the electric on Monday. But, I’ve already received the final notice. I’ll pay the bill. Four days without food won’t kill me. My feet are soaked and rain drips from my eyelashes by the time I reach the Post Office. I delve into my bag for my purse.

Michelle Abbott lives in the UK and hates describing herself in 3rd person.
She loves to write new adult romance about heroes who begin as the underdog and are protective of their girl.
She’s an avid reader of romance, is addicted to coffee and loves wine and chocolate, so yeah, not the most healthy eating and drinking habits 🙂 She spends way too much time online when she should be writing. She collects teddy bears and occasionally knits a couple of rows on a sweater she started years ago, which she may eventually finish in time to wear for her funeral 🙂
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Book Tour: Harmless by Katherine Dell

Harmless
by Katherine Dell
Genre: Paranormal Thriller
Be careful what you wish for.
After moving from Vancouver to isolated Hazelton, BC, high school senior Rachel Barnes hopes she’ll finally find closure and a sense of direction after tragedy has torn her family apart. When she and her friends discover the old spirit box her grandmother gave her, they see it as a chance to wish their troubles away. But the Great Spirits—deer, crow, bear, and the mythical wendigo—give away nothing for free.
So instead of worrying about fitting in and finding a boyfriend, Rachel finds herself in a race to control the malevolent spirit who’s taken up residence in Mason Allen, who she fears and craves in equal measure. What began as a harmless game forces Rachel to
confront her past—and offers her a future she never imagined.
Step into a reality that is not as it seems in Book 1 of the Harmless series.
I watch as Julie fills the mugs with water and puts them in the microwave. When they’re done, she plunks a tea bag in each and brings them over to the kitchen table. Sitting with a huff, I plunk myself down on a chair. Wrapping my fingers around the steaming cup of tea, I breathe in deeply. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have the same effect as that mist. My problems are all still here.“Thanks, Julie.”

“For the tea? No problem.”

“No, for not leaving.” I drown my tea bag with my spoon, pushing it to the bottom. “I just invited people over for some drinks and cards and . . . that happened!” I motion to the box laying open in the living room. “You guys are never going to want to hang out with me again.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Sure, this is probably the strangest thing any of us has ever seen, but we all like you. Hey.” She gives my shoulder a little push. “Don’t frown too much. You’ll give yourself wrinkles. You’re too pretty for wrinkles. On a different note, I guess we know that wishing box works. I can’t wait for mine to come true. Could you imagine?”

“Why? What did you wish for?”

“For a new community center,” she says. “One with a gym, and a games room, and a place to take classes and work out and stuff. I’ve been on the committee at school for it for, like, two years. It doesn’t seem like it’s ever going to happen.”

I know the project she’s talking about. My grams dragged me to a craft sale at the community center once. The building looks like it’s made entirely out of school portables, like a patchwork quilt. The town has been raising funds for years to build a new one. It’s just one of the many projects Julie gets involved in around here. That’s why she’s a lifer. She loves this town. She’s never going to leave it.

Julie’s watching me over the rim of her cup. “So what was your wish?”

I let the waiting air in my lungs huff out. “I wished that . . . that I knew what I wanted, and that I’d find it here in Hazelton.” Saying it out loud doesn’t sound as awesome as it did in my head. The look on her face makes me wonder if my best friend just found out what a nut bar I really am.

“I like it,” she says finally. “I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for too.” She sounds convincing. Thank God. I don’t know what I’d do without my rock.

“Do you want me to call my mom and ask her if I can stay over? Or you could come stay at my place if you’re too creeped out to stay here alone.”

She knows what I’m thinking without me saying a word. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” I’ll be no more screwed up than I already am.

“Okay. I’ll at least help you clean up a bit.” She puts her mug in the sink before going to the living room. I see her hesitate for a second before bending down to sweep the carved animal pieces back into the box. “The wendigo piece isn’t here.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s probably under the couch. I’ll find it later.” Maybe it’s best if no one else but me touches the box from now on. “Do you want me to take you home?”

Katherine Dell is a young adult fiction author fascinated by the supernatural and the stories that surround them. She began her writing endeavours in 2011 when she wanted to reinvent herself from her previous career as an event planner. When she’s not writing, she can be found in cold hockey arenas sipping coffee, working on her tan at little league games, or trying to keep her dog out of her many gardens. She lives with her husband, two boys, and fur babies, in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
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Book Tour: Daddy Defender by Janie Crouch

Daddy Defender
Omega Sector: Under Siege- Book 1
by Janie Crouch
Genre: Romantic Suspense
He was a man on a mission, one that included a beautiful woman and a little girl he’d die defending…
What a serious case of mistaken identity. Ashton Fitzgerald is no unassuming handyman but a highly trained sharpshooter intent on protecting Summer Worrall and her baby daughter. The Omega SWAT member has a debt to pay and he isn’t about to let Summer out of his sights.
For someone else has set their own sights on the lovely widow. Her unexpected relationship with Ashton has put Summer and her child straight into a madman’s line of fire. Suddenly a mission to make amends becomes Ashton’s quest to defend this little family with his very life.
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She picked Chloe up to put her back in the stroller. But both Chloe’s arms reached over her shoulder and she began to yell and strain away from Summer.

“Ah-ta! Ah-ta!”

“Honey, Ashton isn’t here. It’s time for us to go home. Maybe we’ll see him later.”

“Ah-ta! Ah-ta!” Chloe was all but climbing over Summer’s torso.

“Chloe Marie, Ashton is not here.” Summer spun around, knowing reasoning with an almost-two-year-old was pointless, but willing to try. “He—”

But Chloe was right. Ashton was here. He was walking toward the law enforcement van that had been parked outside the grocery story to help with the crisis.

He was dressed in black from neck to toe, holsters of some kind on both hips and wrapped around both thighs. His vest had multiple pockets holding gun clips and other items Summer didn’t recognize. Full tactical gear. He held some scary-looking rifle in his hands.

And blazing across the middle of his chest was the word SWAT.

He was talking to someone else dressed almost exactly the same, but about a foot shorter than him. A woman, Summer realized, although her hair was pulled back in such a tight braid it was hard to identify her as such at first glance.

“Ah-ta! Ah-ta!”

Summer stood holding her daughter, staring at the man she thought she’d known so much about but obviously hadn’t.

SWAT.

She saw the exact moment Ashton heard Chloe. A smile brightened his face as he looked over at them.

Then faded as he obviously remembered where he was and realized what just happened.

The woman next to him clapped him on the shoulder and took his rifle, walking away. Obviously she knew who Summer was and that Ashton had been keeping his profession a secret from her. That maybe hurt even worse.

They stared at each other from the yards that separated them. Chloe kept yelling for him and trying to get down.

At least now Summer knew what Ashton had wanted to tell her that she wouldn’t like.

Her handyman was SWAT.

USA Today bestselling and award-winning author Janie Crouch writes what she loves to read: romantic suspense, heavy on the romance.
Janie recently relocated with her husband and their four teenagers to Germany (due to her husband’s job as support for the U.S. Military), after living in Virginia for nearly 20 years. When she’s not listening to the voices in her head (and even when she is), she enjoys traveling, long-distance running, and movies of all kinds.
Her favorite quote: “Life is a daring adventure or nothing.” – Helen Keller.
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Book Tour: The Bends by Bart Hopkins

The Bends
Kane Montgomery #1
by Bart Hopkins
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Marathon is a quiet little Texas town, and it’s getting quieter.  Kids are vanishing, disappearing like tumbleweeds in the desert wind. Somebody—or something—is taking them.
Action. Adventure. Romance. Suspense.  The Bends is a supernatural thriller rollercoaster ride! Recommended for Fans of Blake Crouch, Stephen King, J.A. Konrath,  and Dean Koontz
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Every guitar he had ever owned was given a woman’s name: Evelyn, Sue Ann, Cheryl, Donna, Lacey, and half a dozen others. When Kane got his first guitar, he’d named it Betty Jean, because Jimi Hendrix had named his guitar Betty Jean … after his high school girlfriend.

Jimi was the man—could play his ass off—and was the main reason Kane detoured into the music store one day. Of course, Kane figured it wouldn’t hurt his chances with the ladies, either.

He slid into Honey’s strap, and then looked at himself in the mirror on the wall. Blue eyes, enviably white teeth, the nose that had been broken. Hair was short, only slightly longer than when he was in the Army. Guys who got out sometimes went a little crazy with the hair, growing beards and ponytails, but Kane liked his trim. He smiled when he realized he probably hadn’t combed it since before basic training. Never needed to after that—just rolled with it as it was, straight out of the shower.

“You almost ready, darling?”

Kane turned and found Lucy smiling at him, even as she chewed her gum. She had a bar tray tucked under one arm.

“Born ready,” he told her. “Are you going to be ready to fight off the crowds when I start playing?”

She laughed, moved in closer, and put her hand on his forehead. “You feeling okay?  This is Marathon … we don’t exactly get crowds here.”

Pale blue-green eyes peered up at him, expectantly. They were almost turquoise—reminded him of the water in Destin, Florida. He’d done some training with the Air Force guys down there at Hurlburt a few times. Every now and then, he’d gone to Destin in the evenings to relax and get away from all the alpha-male bullshit that surrounded him for eighteen hours each day.

He’d pick a spot in the sand and just drop down to watch the Gulf of Mexico. There was an indescribable peace in those waters…

Not that he felt peaceful. Not now. The scent of her perfume invaded his senses, and it made him lightheaded. The air seemed to grow dense around them. Familiar stirrings awakened below his beltline.

Before he knew it was happening, the two- or three-inch gap between them vanished. Her chest pressed against him, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the view down the front of her white cotton blouse. With a husky sigh, he leaned down and kissed her, and she returned the kiss, looping her arms around his neck.

A throat got cleared.

Then it got cleared again, louder.

“Oh hey, Bob,” Kane said sheepishly, pulling back from Lucy, who snapped upright and began straightening her clothes while looking everywhere except at Bob’s face.    

Bart Hopkins is originally from Galveston, Texas, but has lived all over the world during his 22 years in the Air Force.
He was born in the middle of the 1970s, owned an Atari, and loves 80s music. He can use a card catalog like nobody’s business.
Now, Bart likes to travel, enjoys pretending he’s a photographer, and shares as much time as possible with his beautiful wife and three awesome children. They own a Westie Yorkie named Lulu … or maybe Lulu owns them.
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Book Tour: Honourable Lies by Fran Connor

Honourable Lies
by Fran Connor
Genre: Historical Romance
Victorian England with its hypocritical mores, a poor orphan girl elevated to High Society where she learns how to be a ‘Lady’, a handsome and wealthy love interest and a dastardly baddie combine to make this Romatic Thriller a page turner that you won’t put down. The road up from the gutter is long; the way back may be quicker unless Victoria can outwit her Nemesis and overcome her jealousy.
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Victoria reached up to the window and in one mighty effort dragged herself up onto the sill, threw her bundle out of the window and jumped out after it.

She landed on a patch of wet undergrowth that broke her fall. Sharp branches scratched at her skin. With her heart pumping so hard the palpitations filled her ears, she ran as if the Devil was after her towards the only place that offered a way over the eight-foot-high brick wall surrounding Gravestoke House. Her legs felt weightless. Fear gave her wings as she bounded the wall, using an old oak’s gnarled trunk as a launching pad. She heard the harridans’ shouts as she hit the ground on the other side, but she soon disappeared into the blackness. The hail stung her face, but her terror drove her on.

 

Fran Connor is British and lives in SW France with his wonderful wife Viv, their dog Molly and chickens. He claims he’s living in that area for the lifestyle and weather which he says helps an author’s creative juices. It may just be an excuse to drink wine and lounge in the sun. He writes novels, nine published so far with two more coming out soon.
In addition to novels, he also writes screenplays.
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Book Tour: Tales From The Hollow by Fae Harlow and Cecile Tellier

Tales From the Hollow
by Cecile Teller and Fae Harlow
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tales from the Hollow is a collection of two novellas that take place in the town of Fey Hollow.

Blood Falls by Fae Harlow
Vampire Christopher Brandon keeps mortal Hazel Abbot at a comfortable distance. The accident-prone human is an unlikely potential, and while he can’t allow her to come to harm, he’s desperate to maintain the space between them. When danger begins to stalk Fey Hollow and Hazel appears to be at its center, they must trust in the bond they share or risk losing more than their lives.

Blood, Skin, and Bones by Cecile Tellier
Crow shifter Odoacer has spent the last twenty five years working and living in Fey Hollow. Despite the usual Vampire presence he has had no excitement other than collecting his valuable treasures. That is until he meets Sive during the Hollow’s supernatural holiday gathering. Part Witch, Part Vampire, and all trouble she has come to town to celebrate and inadvertently may have brought chaos down on all Odoacer holds dear. Together they will work together to combat a darkness that is threatening to take over the town, and possibly find more than they bargained for in each other, if they can survive.

 

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“A slow, sensual nuzzle, a barely discernible nip, her scent filling his head, stealing his careful control. Lips parted, so near the air escaping her lungs brushed over and into him.

“May I kiss you?”

The words didn’t penetrate the sensuous fog for a moment before distrust flooded the connection muddying the sterling color.

“Why?”
“Are you not the least bit curious?”
“About kissing you?” she asked, “oddly no.”
“You are my potential.”
“I’m the woman you’ve avoided except when absolutely necessary for four years. What

changed?”
Her words, the easy denial of desire surprised Christopher. What changed? Nothing, he

still wanted no part of the potential bond between them, had no intention of completing it in truth, but the taste of her lips, the sweetness of her kiss he desperately wanted. A bond could be held in stasis, left incomplete, fed a meager diet nearly but never enough.

“Nothing has changed, but I am tired of running, tired of denying, and what harm is there in a kiss?”

Hazel’s eyes slid closed, and she pressed back into the tree. The long elegant line of her throat drew his gaze. The choice was hers, and Hazel lifted her chin, lips parted in invitation. Christopher closed the distance.

Warm breath dusted across his lips as he coaxed with the lightest of touches. Heat spiraled from the point of contact landing in the pit of his stomach. Hazel’s lips parted beneath his, the hot wet interior begged for exploration. Her hands tightened on his arms as he deepened the kiss.”

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“Well that’s good, I don’t want to have raccoon breath after I break my rule.” She couldn’t resist any longer, the draw she felt to him was strong. Sliding her legs over his she sat on his lap straddling him.

His cheeks warmed slightly and she could have sworn he blushed. “Which rule are you breaking? Not that I’m complaining.” His hands slid to her hips and squeezed gently.

“My kissing on the first date rule, I’m going to grandfather this date in as the second date since I spent the night already.” Leaning forward she touched her lips to his softly and shivered at how something so simple could light up her senses.

Acer’s mouth was instantly devouring hers. She felt his fingers tighten on her hips and moaned into his mouth. Acer took that opportunity to slide his tongue between her lips and swirl it against hers. The urge to press down against him was high and his encouraging groan as she did only increased the need. Acer broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t know how many rules you are willing to break tonight, but if it is only the one I do not know that continuing this path is wise.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry if I’m being a tease. I didn’t mean for things to go that far…though I don’t regret a moment.” She was seconds away from breaking every rule she had when it came to him. Sive knew that she had those rules in place for a reason though and didn’t want to deviate too much even if he was heat on two legs.

“I do not regret, I can be patient.” He ran his nose against hers and kissed her lips gently, sipping at her bottom lip and nipping it lightly.

The whimper that left her lips was neither dignified nor her usual controlled response. “I’m worried that I won’t be able to be. You’re too good at this, you ought to come with a warning label.”


Cecile Tellier holds Masters degrees in Special Education as well as Criminal Justice: Law. She lives in upstate NY with her husband and two children. She got her start in writing as early as high school and has been published in poetry anthologies and freelance erotica . Cecile is part of a wonderfully supportive critique group lovingly referred to as the Round Robbins. Cecile believes that everything in life that can be accomplished should and has endeavored to live up to this whether it was starting a flat track Roller Derby league or writing the next great romance novel.

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Book Tour: Defending Hannah by Jennifer Becker

Defending Hannah
Delta Force Defenders Book 1
by Jennifer Becker
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Ben “Midas” Gates is the leader of his Delta Force team and is leading a mission to shut down a known terrorist working out of Panama and rescue hostages. When he arrives he discovers the mission is anything but easy and becomes even more complicated because he knows one of the hostages. It was a woman he had been in love with growing up and ran away from thirteen years ago.
The mission isn’t a complete failure but the team discovers someone set them up to fail and they don’t take failure as an option. With the aid of Hannah who has inside information on their terrorist and who may know who set them up, Ben does all in his power not to fall for the only woman he has ever loved.

 

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I grew up with a love of reading and writing. I wrote my first story at the age of 12 and my first book at 16. I love reading anything romance and I have a deep love for history. All my stories are about people who come from all different walks of life but all want to love and be loved.

 

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Book Tour: The Magic of Solendrea by Martin F Hengst

The Last Swordmage
Magic of Solendrea Book 1
by Martin F. Hengst
Genre: Epic Fantasy

After being sold into slavery by her father and accused of a murder she didn’t commit, Tiadaria finds herself facing the executioner’s axe. The only thing standing in the way is the village Constable.

After thirty years of loyal service to the Imperium, Royce retired to King’s Reach as the village’s Constable. He thought it would be the perfect place to rest, relax, and die in peace. He was wrong. In an unexpected complication, the slave with her neck on the block seems to possess the same magic Royce has hidden all his life.

Paying off Tiadaria’s bond, Royce takes possession the slave. Now he must teach her to trust him, teach her to fight, and teach her about her unique abilities before they both run out of time. An ancient menace, the Xarundi, have returned. They are the most dangerous enemy humanity has ever faced, and they have a thousand years of bloodthirsty vengeance to exact.

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The Darkest Hour
Magic of Solendrea Book 2

 

When an agent from the Imperium Intelligence Service shows up on Tiadaria’s doorstep, he leaves her with unwelcome news. Recovering from their brutal defeat at Dragonfell, the Xarundi are seeking out an ancient and incredibly powerful relic buried in the snow and ice of the Frozen Frontier.

Tiadaria travels to the city of Ethergate to seek out an apprentice skilled in magical research. Even with his reluctant help, unearthing information on the relic proves to be almost impossible until a savage turn of events puts them on the right path.

Now it’s a race against time through some of the most unforgiving territory on Solendrea to beat the Xarundi to the relic and stop them from unleashing its devastating power on the unsuspecting masses.

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The Pegasus’s Lament
Magic of Solendrea Book 3

 

A desecrated tomb, a missing relic, and cold-blooded murder. The streets of Dragonfell are awash in blood and the King has called on Tiadaria, the last swordmage, and Wynn, her quintessentialist companion, to uncover the nature of the darkness.

What they find is more dangerous than they could ever imagine and from a source they’d have never expected. Now Tiadaria must defeat an enemy that knows her almost as well as she knows herself.

The survival of the Human Imperium is on the line and time is running out for the last swordmage and everyone she holds dear.

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Volinette’s Song
Magic of Solendrea Book 4

 

Volinette Terris has everything most girls could want: a famous family, plenty of money, and a career as a talented musician. No one would expect her to risk losing it all to try and become a mage, but when the School of Sorcery opens for the Trial of Admission, that’s exactly what she does.

If only she’d known that winning a place in the Academy of Arcane Arts and Sciences would be the least of her problems. Now she finds herself accused of murder, tormented by her fellow students, and implicated in the theft of a mystical artifact that could bring about the end of the world.

And that’s just the first semester!

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Quintessential Tales
Magic of Solendrea Book 5

Four Quintessential Novelettes Featuring the Heroes and Villains of Solendrea

Quintessential Tales, a Magic of Solendrea Anthology, brings together four new novelettes featuring the heroes and villains of Solendrea. Also included is the Adventurer’s Guide to Solendrea, which includes background information on famous faces and places, as well as some mythology and folklore.

Included in Quintessential Tales:

  • Warhorse – Being shipwrecked on a strange island is just the start of the dangers facing Royce and Torus.
  • If Wishes Were Horses – Twins stumble across an ancient temple in the middle of the wildlands that may not be what it seems.
  • Troubled Waters – Faxon and Gunter face off against new enemies and a treacherous old foe.
  • All Souls – Tiadaria and Adamon travel to Havenhedge to investigate a mysterious occurrence.
  • Adventurer’s Guide to Solendrea (Bonus) – Background information on famous faces and interesting places.

˃˃˃ Note from the Author

Please be aware that All Souls contains spoilers if you haven’t read the Swordmage Trilogy, particularly The Pegasus’s Lament. If you haven’t, I highly recommend that you read the original trilogy before reading All Souls.

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Pirates of the Siren’s Sea
Magic of Solendrea Book 6

What do you do when the people you trust the most betray you?

Tiadaria, the last Swordmage, was once one of the King’s most trusted advisers. Now she’s fallen out of favour and has been cast out of the realm she helped save from demons and dragons. When pirates start sinking ships off the coast of Dragonfell, Tiadaria offers her services to the realm, but the pride of Kings is not easily put aside.

Unwilling to let the Imperium fall, Tiadaria approaches the King’s only daughter, a reclusive Princess unseen by the people for almost two decades. What happens next is a race against time as Tiadaria and her allies commit an act of treason to stop a corrupt sorceress from endangering the fate of the world.

Only a Swordmage can turn an act of sedition into salvation for the Imperium in this rousing fantasy tale of swords and sorcery.

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Martin F. Hengst is an American science-fiction and fantasy author. His bestselling Magic of Solendrea series has delighted more than a quarter of a million readers worldwide.

He writes the same type of books he loves to read: tales of science fiction and fantasy where anything can, and frequently does, happen. There’s nothing better than a rollicking good adventure and his number one priority as a writer is to be an amazing travelling companion for those intrepid explorers who pick up any of his books.

He lives in South Central Pennsylvania with his wife and two children. When he’s not working on the next book or story, he enjoys music, reading, and playing games.
He really like hearing from people who have enjoyed his books. Please don’t hesitate to connect with him on Twitter or Facebook. For the latest news and information about Martin and his  books, check out his  website at: http://martinfhengst.com.


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Book Tour: Death of the Kona Man by Catherine Bruns

Death of the Kona Man
Aloha Lagoon Mysteries Book 9
by Catherine Bruns
Genre: Cozy Mystery

From USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bruns comes the next deadly delicious Carrie Jorgenson adventure in paradise…

Carrie Jorgenson is living the dream in Hawaii. She has a steady job as a waitress at the Loco Moco Café, a hot new love interest in her manager, and the curtain’s about to rise on her role in a local theater production. But when she’s asked to deliver food to a guest at the Aloha Lagoon resort—who then drops dead!—her dreams quickly become the stuff of nightmares.

World renowned food critic Randolph Cremshaw has no shortage of enemies. He’s rude, patronizing, and famous for his one-star reviews. After the coffee Carrie delivers is discovered to have been poisoned, she and the café quickly rise to the top of the suspects list. A jealous co-worker, thefts at the restaurant, and a performance that threatens to blow up in Carrie’s face only make things worse. With an already full plate, Carrie is also forced into making a decision that may change everything for her. But this all pales in comparison when she comes face to face with Randolph’s killer and what might be the final curtain call…of her life.

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Vivian and I started to read the article silently to ourselves. It was entitled, “You’d Have to Be Loco to Eat Here,” by Randolph Cremshaw.

Okay, this was not going to end well.

As my faithful readers know, Hawaii was my home for several years. I enjoy the tropical climate and always stay at the elegant Aloha Lagoon Resort whenever I return to the beautiful island of Kauai. I don’t typically review cafés, but a recent visit to the Loco Moco, which wears the name “loco” well, has forced my hand.

The history of this restaurant itself is an interesting one, to say the least. The place was originally owned by George Kama, who then sold it to Maya and Sampson Akamu. The couple was killed shortly afterward in a car accident, and their son Hale ran the place solo for about twenty years. Hale himself was murdered a couple of months ago, inside the actual restaurant. Now if that wasn’t enough to make you never want to look at a plate of their pork hash again, this is what I have to say about my recent dining experience at the hole-in-the wall establishment:

Pass. That’s all.

Service—Three stars. The server was attractive and pleasant but totally inept. I have my doubts that she could manage to walk and chew gum at the same time.

Beverages—One star. When I am served coffee in the beautiful state of Hawaii, it should not be in the form of mud, but a beverage that consists of freshly ground Kona beans. Eventually I did receive the latter after complaint, but the experience was already ruined for me. A bitter disappointment—yes, pun intended.

Cleanliness—Two stars. The best I can say is that the table wasn’t sticky, and the server was nice enough not to place her gum underneath it.

Quality of food—Zero stars. That moment when you ask for ketchup but receive Tabasco sauce instead…well, what else is there left to say, except that I left the place in burning anger. Yes, another pun for you.

Average these ratings together and you come up with 1 ½ stars, or in my opinion a complete failure, so don’t waste your time and hard-earned money here. Look elsewhere.

Skip the Loco Moco Café. You’ll thank me for it later.

Vivian covered her mouth with one hand as she finished reading, and I sucked in some air. This would no doubt be very damaging to the café. I silently fumed about the line that stated the server couldn’t walk and chew gum at the same time. Excuse me? I never chewed gum while I was working. What a jerk.

“How are Terry and Ava taking this?” I wondered if Keanu knew as well.

Poncho pressed his lips together tightly. “Not well. You just missed the latest episode of Terry’s screaming. I think Ava has managed to calm him down for the moment. The one thing they seem very curious about is how Tabasco sauce ended up in the ketchup holder.” He glanced piteously at both of us.

“I didn’t do it,” Vivian said quickly.

I shook my head back. “I filled some the other day, but I’m positive it was ketchup.” I distinctly remembered pouring the contents from the large container into the holders.

Poncho muttered something indistinguishable under his breath. “Anna filled a few the other day as well. Terry just called his royal highness—Cremshaw. Would you believe the man had the gall to tell Terry that he might remove the post from his blog if we would deliver breakfast and dinner to his room today? I am in the process of placing the breakfast items on a rolling cart. Carrie, he asked that it be delivered by the girl with the soulful dark eyes who waited on him the other day.”

A giant knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Great. Ava and Terry were probably upstairs right now throwing me under the bus for the ketchup incident. How I wished Keanu was here. I’d asked him what had happened after they’d found us kissing—nothing, he’d assured me, and left it at that.

“Lovely.” What was up with this guy anyhow? He didn’t like me but commented that I had soulful eyes? Was he a pervert in disguise? I didn’t want to go to his room alone. “Do I really have to wait on that creep again? I thought that food critics weren’t allowed to say such nasty things. “Can’t he be sued for slander because of the remarks he made about the Akamus?” Mercifully, he hadn’t identified me by name.

Poncho did a palms-up. “Ava and Terry are only concerned with giving the man whatever he wants right now. He is a freelance food critic and contributes to the most popular cooking magazine in the world. In short, he gets away with murder, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Vivian snickered as she helped us load the food onto the cart. “I bet he’s got more than a few people that would like to murder him.”

Poncho snorted. “It is tempting, ho’aloha. Believe me.”

About Aloha Lagoon:
**Books can be read in any order and they’re from multiple authors!**

There’s trouble in paradise…
Welcome to Aloha Lagoon, one of Hawaii’s hidden treasures. A little bit of tropical paradise nestled along the coast of Kauai, this resort town boasts luxurious accommodation, friendly island atmosphere…and only a slightly higher than normal murder rate. While mysterious circumstances may be the norm on our corner of the island, we’re certain that our staff and Lagoon natives will make your stay in Aloha Lagoon one you will never forget! visit us at www.alohalagoonmysteries.com

 

The Aloha Lagoon Mysteries:
Ukulele Murder (book #1)
Murder on the Aloha Express (book #2)
Deadly Wipeout (book #3)
Deadly Bubbles in the Wine (book #4)
Mele Kalikimaka Murder (book #5)
Death of the Big Kahuna (book #6)
Ukulele Deadly (book #7)
Bikinis & Bloodshed (book #8)
Death of the Kona Man (book #9)

 

 

Catherine is the USA Today best selling author of the Cookies & Chance mysteries. She lives in New York with her very patient husband, three sons, and assorted cats and dogs. Catherine has a B.A. in English and is a former newspaper reporter and press release writer. She also writes the Cindy York and the Aloha Lagoon (Carrie Jorgenson) mysteries. Her next Cookies & Chance mystery, Silenced by Sugar, releases in January 2018.

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Sacrifice of the Pawn
Surrender Games Book 1
by Lydia Michaels
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Surrender Games follows the emotionally charged and highly erotic contemporary romance saga, The Surrender Trilogy.

Isadora Patras has sacrificed years raising her younger siblings, Lucian and Antoinette. As her brother and sister grow more independent, she feels her purpose is lost. Aching to do something selfish and hungry for a taste of the forbidden, she takes a lover—her father’s protégé and trusted family friend, Sawyer Bishop.

In a secret affair trust is tested, respect is bartered, and reputations are on the line. Sawyer has always been Isadora’s mentor, but now it’s her move. She’s through being a pawn and ready to demand the respect of a Queen.

The Surrender Games Series should be read after The Surrender Trilogy.

 

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Queen of the Knight
Surrender Games Book 2

The game has changed and no player’s position is safe…

In a world of power, money, deceit, and lust, no player is exactly how they seem. Love and trust are at stake when the game is changed and old enemies come out of hiding, disguised as friends.

Isadora Patras must proceed wisely. After thirteen years of heartbreak and denial, she no longer trusts her instincts. One man embodies her past, the other could be her future, but which one holds her heart? Isadora must choose between her family and two very different men. Either way, her choice could cost her everything.

In a game of kings, bishops, rooks, and knights there are no guarantees. But if Isadora wants to be a Queen, someone will have to lose.

The Surrender Games Series should be read after The Surrender Trilogy.

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Unsure what to make of the shift in energy, she collected her glass from the bar to buy time, but something was definitely different, and she didn’t understand why.

“Is something wrong, Sawyer?”

His gaze followed her as she came to sit on the empty side of the settee. “When did you stop calling me Mr. Bishop?”

The soft, cajoling rumble of his voice was more soothing than probing. Voices like that could make audio instructions sound like Shakespeare.

Thinking over his question, her brow tightened. “I’m not sure. I suppose I was a teenager when you invited me to call you by your first name. Should I go back to calling you Mr. Bishop?” she teased. It seemed silly to think of him as anything other than Sawyer.

Turning his wrist, the ice in his glass shifted. “The boys … they’ve be friends for a long time.”

“And hopefully they will be forever.”

“And I’ve been your father’s friend for as long as I can recall. He gave me a job when I was fresh out of college.”

“And now you run one of his companies. What is it you’re trying to say, Sawyer?”

“You’re very young, Isadora. Too young to have a boy in college and a ten-year-old in your care, but you do it with the maturity of an experienced woman.”

“Thank you, but Lucian’s my brother, not my son. And Toni… I may act like her mother, but I’m not. I take no joy in erasing our mother’s memory.”

He glanced at his empty glass, the filtered moonlight reflecting in the crystal as he placed it on the table. “I should go.”

Tipping her glass over his, she filled it with a finger of scotch. “Not before you finish your drink.”

Peering through thick, black lashes, he gave her a questioning look that made her feel immediately foolish. Why had she done that?

He twisted to face her. “What are you doing, Isadora?”

“I don’t know. I’ve had a lot to drink.” Her voice dropped to a rasp as her gaze latched onto his, holding so tight she could hardly spare a blink.

“Is that it then?”

Her lashes fluttered, breaking the spell, and she laughed nervously. Those eyes were hypnotic, especially when he looked directly into hers. She shook her head, shaking off the affect. “Is that what?”

Lifting his glass, he finished her offering in one swallow, placed the tumbler on the table, and stood. She rose as well, the camaraderie they’d shared earlier rapidly evaporating. Perhaps thirty-seven wasn’t such a good year.

Tension closed in on her, its impending heaviness puncturing the inebriated haze cocooning her mind. The unfamiliar imbalance was more than the effect of alcohol. Maybe she was coming down with something.

She didn’t want him to go and his proximity to the door filled her with panic and heat. Stay, she wanted to say, but something kept her quiet. She wanted him to make the decision without her prompting his response.

It became a game of guessing what he might do or say next and she liked the uncertainty, found it unsteadily thrilling. Her heart beat too fast as she tried to identify a time she’d ever felt so nervous in such a fulfilling way. She didn’t typically favor anxiety, yet she coveted the feeling now, a dark anticipation for every motion, every word. So much to lose in such a simple decision, yet she hadn’t a clue what she’d gain if he chose to stay.

“I apologize for intruding on your evening,” he said, stepping around the table.

Her heart jerked. Her disappointment was a physical jolt that convinced her something else was happening here—something she shouldn’t feel.

She stepped around the other side of the coffee table and met him on the carpet, frantic to keep him there a while longer. She didn’t want to be alone, but maybe he was feeling this strange energy too and figured it best to leave.

“Sawyer, what changed?”

“The fact that you don’t know is a testament to your young age.”

Affronted, she drew back. Perhaps she was a bad drunk, because his words hurt more than they probably should.

She wasn’t an idiot and though she didn’t have much experience with men like Sawyer—or any men for that matter—she wasn’t a prude. Something changed between them tonight. A sort of chemistry had evolved.

She never felt this kind of attraction around him before and maybe he felt it too and that was why he was trying to escape. But she was drunk, so perhaps her perception was off.

Rather than further embarrass herself, she stepped aside. “I’m sorry if I did something to offend you.”

Gah! She always said the worst things. What was she trying to get, a sympathy stay? That was not what she was after.

“You did nothing offensive. It’s just … not appropriate for me to be here—alone with you. It’s late.”

Embarrassed that her eagerness reeked of inexperience, she looked away. She shouldn’t let him see her like this. She’d have to see him again and it was utterly humiliating to think he might assume she was some sad, desperate woman trying to seduce her father’s colleague when she just wanted a little company. Oh, God, she was desperate.

Her gaze dropped to the carpet as a dark sense of inadequacy swallowed her. “I understand. I didn’t mean to…” …whatever I’ve done.

“Goodnight, Isadora.”

She didn’t look up to see if he was staring at her. She didn’t need to. She could feel his stare measuring her. He hesitated as he approached the door.

“You’ll call if you need anything?” he asked softly.

Never. “Of course.”

With nothing more to say, he left, his leather-soled footfalls drifting almost silently as he made his way to the foyer.

Humiliated, she turned to the bar and lifted the expensive bottle. No matter how much her life resembled that of an adult, she never stopped feeling apart from the actual authority figures. A little girl with a license to leave the kiddie table for one meal before an early bedtime.

Rethinking the last couple hours and degrading herself for every unflattering impression she might have left, she wished desperately to erase the entire evening. She was not on his level and he saw her as his colleague’s pathetic kid who was astoundingly short on friends.

Collecting the glasses filled with watered down ice, she decided not to return to her father’s study anymore. Every time she left this room she felt like half a person—tonight more so than usual.

She dumped the ice in the sink at the wet bar and sat the glasses on the counter. “What a waste.”

The door to the office creaked and she pivoted, gasping as she found him still there and staring at her from the threshold.

“My…” He shook his head, brow tense with lines of tension. “I forgot my jacket.”

Her chest tightened as she blinked at him in question. His jacket was behind her, yet she lacked the will to move.

Was he really back for his jacket? Had he left it there on purpose? He watched her, keeping his distance, like she was some sort of black widow. She mentally laughed. She was about as threatening as a baby bunny.

Putting her back to the bar, she gave him room to get his belongings and go. Reaching past her, he slid the jacket off the back of the chair and stilled, close enough for her to see the contrast of silver threaded in the dark hair at his temples.

Her skin tingled as breath locked in her lungs, his scent crawling into her. A million moments she shouldhave had collided in her mind, borrowed memories from novels and cinematic romances and what she knew most girls experienced years before approaching her actual age.

His arm brushed the front of her blouse and his eyes shut on a whispered curse. Every breath she took tightened her clothing. She was winded, yet standing perfectly still.

“Tell me to go. Tell me to forget the jacket,” he whispered, voice low as it scratched along her every tender nerve.

She said nothing and he let the jacket slide down the chair and onto the floor. She couldn’t blink and she began to tremble subtly as he turned to fully face her, staring into her eyes.

Each inhalation lifted her breasts higher. Her lips parted, the scent of expensive scotch, rich cologne, and sin clouding her mind. She wasn’t a small woman. Thin, yes, but too tall. Yet, looking up at him now, she found her height perfect, and his stature arrestingly right. Strong.

“Tell me to go, Isadora,” he repeated, voice rasping in a way that prickled the back of her neck, seeming to lift the fine hairs along her collar.

There was something more than drunken secrets here. She edged closer, never one to act audaciously, but maybe this was the self-indulgent moment she’d been waiting for. Brazen seemed right.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she softly whispered, “I didn’t want you to leave in the first place.”

Uttering another curse, he reached for her so fast she took a startled step back, only to be blocked by the bar. His hand swept into her hair, fingers terrorizing her sensible bun, as he jerked her body to his on a gasp. His aggression was as unexpected as his intensity. The shocking press of his lips was a welcome delight. Warm. Unquestioning. Experienced.

His other hand surged low on her back, pulling her body flush to his as their heads tilted and his mouth opened against hers. Heat swirled low in her belly as her hands sought a place to rest.

A fever took hold, burning hot, as her knuckles flexed and her fingers dug into his broad shoulders. The distant thud of the bottle hitting the carpet only vaguely registered, as he spun her and backed her toward the desk.

His mouth opened wider, his tongue spearing between her lips, greedily taking as he dipped her over the surface, arching her backwards and exposing her neck. The five o’clock shadow covering his jaw scraped over her delicate skin, making her toes curl.

He lifted her and objects moved along the desk, the lamp light jostling in the shadows. Her knees drew up as a chair skidded out of the way. He towered over her, kissing, licking, biting. And her body was on fire.

Objects clattered to the ground as his touch dragged up her leg, hiking her simple pencil skirt higher. The bunched material gave way, sliding as high as her hips when he fit his legs between hers.

The weight of his arousal pressed against her core. She gasped and everything stilled.

His heavy breathing mingled with hers as his stormy eyes flashed in the light shining from the desk lamp. She’d never been in such a tangle. They were so close it was difficult to determine whose parts were whose.

“Shit.” He made to rise, but her grip on his shirt tightened. “Isadora,” he rasped, almost pleadingly.

Hating the regret she recognized in his gaze, she almost let him go. Almost.

She could do this—they could do this. Who would know? They were both adults.

Lifting her head, she gently brushed her lips against his. Shockingly, it seemed enough to hold him there. His mouth tilted over hers, pulling, slowly taunting, until everything inside of her seemed to stretch like warm taffy and melt her body into his. The tension left his shoulders as his weight sank into her.

His hand followed the curve of her hip, tracing the nip of her waist and un-tucking her blouse one ripple of fabric at a time. His warm fingertips scorched the hidden skin of her belly, skimming over her ribs with practiced ease. Her body arched as the swell of her breast filled his palm and her lips parted on a sigh.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he whispered, his thumb tracing delicate swirls over the hardening tip of her nipple.

There was no way she was letting him leave now. The press of his arousal was leaving her panties slick and his hand was working some sort of magic under her blouse.

“Yell at me, Isadora. Tell me to stop, to take my hands off you.”

“Stop fighting it, Sawyer.” She loosened the top button of her blouse. And another. And then another.

He eased back as the silk parted. He looked at her as no man ever had. “Jesus. You’re beautiful.”

Blinking, he stood and gently pulled her with him. Leaving her shirt open she quickly straightened her skirt.

His attention drifted around the room and he grimaced. “Your bed—”

“Is upstairs. Too close to my sister’s room. Here’s fine.”

His mouth pursed. He didn’t seem pleased with the options.

Releasing her hand, he shut the door tightly and turned the antique key sitting in the lock.

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The Surrender Trilogy was released in 2013. It was an Apple iBooks Bestseller. Surrender Games is a spin-off of The Surrender Trilogy. It is a series that features the side characters of the trilogy and will eventually deliver each hero and heroine’s HEA.

It is highly recommended that readers read The Surrender Trilogy BEFORE reading Surrender Games.

 

Falling In The Surrender Trilogy Book 1: Goodreads | Amazon
Breaking Out The Surrender Games Trilogy Book 2: Goodreads | Amazon
Coming Home The Surrender Games Trilogy Book 3: Goodreads | Amazon
Lydia Michaels is an award winning author of over 30 contemporary romance novels. She lives in Pennsylvania with her wonderfully supportive husband, beautiful daughter, and many crazy fur babies. If she is not off spending time with her family you can usually find Lydia at her computer working on her next story or hiding somewhere quiet with a great book. She loves taking a romantic plot with steamy chemistry and pressing the bounds of love. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always centered on love.

Lydia Michaels’ darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy was an Apple iBooks bestseller and she has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Bucks Happening Magazine three years running [2015, 2016, and 2017]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award.

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