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Book Blitz: Harper’s Place by Sheryl Winters

Is she strong enough to make her dream a reality?
HARPER’S PLACE
Sheryl Winters
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Publication Date: March 27, 2017
Harper's Place
Harper Grey is fed up with over-bearing men. Her father wants to sell the family hamburger joint to her brother because a woman could never make it successful.
Harper knows she has the same flair for business as her mother, and sexy Navy SEAL Patrick O’Brien dares her to prove it to the world.
When duty calls and Patrick must leave her side, will Harper be strong enough to make her dream a reality?
Fun, flirty, and absolutely endearing!
I’m a sucker for stories where the protagonist follows their dream even when it seems unlikely they’ll succeed. Throw in a sexy SEAL? YES. I’m in.
– M J C, Amazon Reviewer
Fun, flirty, and absolutely endearing!
This is a short read that you’ll want to be longer by the time you’ve finished. I was so engrossed that I couldn’t put it down.
– Barbara Gartman, Amazon Reviewer
Fun, flirty, and absolutely endearing!
Harper’s Place is everything a ★★★★★ novella should be!
– NDP Book Review

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An Excerpt from the Book

Take an inside look at Harper’s Place. Read this sizzling excerpt from the book.
“How would you bring in new business, though?”
I’m amazed that he seems to find our conversation interesting. He’s an audience willing to listen and I’ve not had that in a long time. Damn this crush of mine. It won’t be easy to tame after tonight.
“New menu items, specials, things like that. Start serving dessert, like pies. Easy cook items. With the new burgers I’ve created and a new décor, I’d open in the summer when the air is fresh and everyone is happy to be out of the snow, hungry for grilled food. I think we could do fine.”
“What’s your hold up?”
“Tony, Dad. It’s complicated.” I shrug. His arm feels good, and I have the overwhelming urge to nuzzle against it. “Did you kiss Amy Parker when you were twelve? She still brags about it.” Did I just ask him about kissing? What is wrong with me? Will this mouth of mine never shut up? Stop it, Stop it, stop it!
“That I did, in a closet over at Robert Anderson’s house.”
“Ew.”
“I was twelve and desperate. You can’t blame me. I do blame that stupid soda bottle. And your first kiss?” There is a challenge in his voice.
“Kevin Monroe at the Klines Movie Theater. He sent me a six-page note the next day about how much he loved me, and I freaked out and dumped him.”
“Any regrets?”
I choke back a giggle. “Naw, ‘cept I remember I liked his cologne. It could have been aftershave, but it was nice.” It’s not half as nice as the Aramis that Patrick has on. Something about it sends a shiver up my spine that has nothing to do with the zombie waiting in Dad’s office.
“The dark isn’t so bad, now is it?”
“I guess not.”
Silence surrounds us. The fear that enveloped me seems to disappear.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“No.” It sounds terrible now that I’ve said it out loud. Like I’m admitting to being a desperate and dateless leper.
“So,” he drawls out, “ever thought of dating a military guy?” He squeezes my fingers.
Is he serious?
His fingertip smooths over the rough callouses I’ve gained from years of hard work. Suddenly my wasted evening of not going out to celebrate is starting to look better. “I think it would depend on which military guy.”
“You’re killing me. You know that, don’t you?” His strangled tone only sets off a case of the giggles.
“Are you asking me out, Patrick?”
“Trying to, but you’re not making it easy.” The challenge is back in his voice.
“I wouldn’t mind a date or two,” I manage to squeak out. Breathe, Harper, just breathe, calmly through your nose, out your mouth. Sainted Mother of God, Patrick asked me out! I hit the jackpot! Now all I have to do is not hit him.

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About Sheryl Winters

Sheryl Winters

In a small town outside of Anchorage, Sheryl Winters can be found penning her next novel with her two cats and one dog at her side. On sunny days, she can be found in Hatcher’s Pass about an hour outside of Anchorage.
Sheryl is a firm believer that superheroes are among us—regular people whose actions “create beauty out of chaos.”
Sheryl is an advocate in the fight against bullying.
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Book Tour: Running in Snow by Renee Regent

Running in Snow:

A Holiday Novella

by Renee Regent

Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romance

 

Two heartwarming tales of love and redemption. And snow.

Noelle’s Promise
Does your past define the future?
Noelle has one cardinal rule─never, ever celebrate the holidays. But now she’s promised to spend them with her boyfriend, Logan, and his extended family. As the festivities begin, bad memories surface. She manages to suppress her anxiety and join in the celebrations, until an unexpected incident sends her fleeing into the night. Can she overcome her past before it ruins her future?
Eve’s Hope
Can a holiday be unlucky every year?
When her heater goes out in the middle of a rare Atlanta snowstorm, reclusive Eve accepts the invitation to her handsome neighbor’s party. Expecting to be bored to tears, she encounters a few surprises before the countdown to midnight begins. Can she survive just one New Year’s Eve without her bad luck kicking in?

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A lifelong entrepreneur, Renee Regent spent most of her life writing for business, but never lost her love of writing stories. Being an incurable romantic, she now writes stories about mismatched people who beat the odds to be together, with a surprising twist or two.

Renee lives in Atlanta with her husband, three cats and four turtles. When not working or writing, she can be found sitting on her deck enjoying nature. Wine may or may not be involved….

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Book Tour: The Sweetheart Mystery by Cheryl Ann Smith

The Sweetheart Mystery

Brash & Brazen #4

by Cheryl Ann Smith

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Harper Jane Evans is so over pro cheerleading but she’s not quite ready for prison. Good thing she’s got a badass ex-boyfriend ready to go to bat for her . . .

Sure, Harper made a few unsavory threats against her team’s manager—she’d had a few drinks and she despised the skimpy uniform he expected her to wear. That didn’t mean she wanted him dead. But when the sleazy dude is found murdered in his tighty whiteys, Harper is the number one suspect—and former FBI agent Noah Slade is the one man who can help. Too bad she once told Noah she never wanted to see him again . . .

Noah may have done a number on Harper’s heart all those years ago, but he’s determined to do right by her now. Yet the fiery beauty isn’t the only demon from his past, which makes hunting down a murderer by her side . . . complicated—never mind the powerful attraction still pulsing between them. Good thing he’s willing to do just about anything to keep from losing Harper again. And an old love just might bring her a new career—assuming she can stay out of jail . . .

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Harper dug through her closet and pulled out a little red dress that she’d been saving for a special occasion. A charity event with Noah was the perfect place to dust it off. Small crystals edged the hem and bodice, giving the dress sparkle and she needed sparkle. After his comment in the car, she wanted to knock Noah’s feet out from under him.

Since his confession, she’d been feeling warm and fuzzy. Despite locking down her heart with a chain Noah couldn’t break, she just couldn’t completely shake him off.

Yes, she agreed to sex, no frills, all fun, sex. But she couldn’t quite fully give him her trust.

What if they dated, got married, and had kids? Then something crappy happened. Would Noah run for refuge with another woman? He had before. Could she take that risk?

Equal parts of her were worried, and ready, to take the next step. She so wanted to test his lovemaking skills.

With the tide turning away from her as his best suspect, Mignon was unlikely to interrupt her and Noah again. By the end of the evening, she hoped to be knee deep in the sheets with a warm and naked Noah.

After showering and flat ironing her hair for a different look, she put on makeup and a barely-there red bra and matching tiny panties. Next, she slipped into the dress and loved the feel of the satin against her bare skin.

Shoes with sparkles on the straps completed the picture. She’d just found her dress clutch when Noah arrived. She’d left the door unlocked. “You ready?” he called out.

Taking a deep breath with her hand on her chest, she walked into the living room on high heels.

Noah went still. “Wow.”

Dressed in a tux with a white shirt and bowtie, he was heart-stoppingly handsome. Not only had he shaved, but he’d had his hair trimmed. “Yeah, wow back.”

She joined him. He took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, sending tingles up her arm. Up close, he smelled spicy and male. If not for the chance to speak to Betty Anne, and having spent too much time on her hair, she would’ve chucked their plans and taken him right to the bedroom.

Noah offered her his arm. “Is it appropriate to be very aroused right now?”

Laughing, she linked her arm through his. “I hear you.” She steered him to the door before she lost her resolve to behave. Going with an attempted baseball analogy, she said, “You’re pitching pheromones that I’m catching.”

National bestselling author Cheryl Ann Smith became hooked on romance at age fourteen when she stayed up all night to read The Flame and The Flower by Kathleen Woodiwiss. Her own writing journey happened much later, when one afternoon she ran out of books and decided to write her own. Previously, she has published five sexy Regency novels and one novella with Berkley in her School for Brides series.

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Book Tour: The Soul Guide Series by Kelly Stock

Secrets and Souls

Prequel to The Soul Guide

by Kelly Stock

Genre: Urban Fantasy

 

Set forty years before The Soul Guide, this is a story of Bertram and Mellissa…

“You think I don’t know that you’re keeping secrets from me? I am not the only liar here…”

The last thing Bertram expected after his grandfather’s death was to find himself the owner of Clayhill Manor, a decrepit mansion with little going for it other than musty rooms filled with moth-eaten furniture and mice. But at least he gets to maintain the solitary life he’s used to. That is, until red-headed beauty, Mellissa, walks into his home and changes his life forever.

With one touch of her hand, Bertram finds himself part of world he never knew existed. Where he is the Caretaker, and Mellissa the Soul Guide. Where doors appear out of nowhere and he’s the only one who can see them.

Together they must face a strange new world hidden just beneath the surface. A world which contains the pure of soul and malevolent creatures that lurk in the dark.

But Mellissa holds secrets within her, secrets that hurt her heart. With a past that she’s unwilling to share with a man who is falling in love with her, can they put their feelings aside and fulfil their roles or will her secrets tear them apart?

Apart they are weak, together they are stronger, and the Mephisto are always watching.

 

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“See that there,” she said pointing to the cluster of stars that looked like nothing more than a misty cloud to the uninformed. “That is Praesepe, the Beehive Cluster of stars. Some say it is the gateway where souls entered Earth from Heaven.”

“And is it?” Bertram asked, his breath warm on her neck. She hadn’t realised he had got so close. She shifted sideways, giving herself some space. She felt his disappointment before she saw it.

“Well, I guess that depends on what you believe. Is there a heaven? I’m not sure I know the answer to that, even now. What I do know is that there is more to this world than what I understood before. There is magic, and mystery, and there are souls. Souls that I am responsible for, Bertram. My duty is to take care of them now.” Mellissa felt her hands shake at the confession. Up until a few months ago, everything had been so different. No matter how much it killed her to say it, her life had taken a path she couldn’t run away from, despite all that she’d left behind and how much her heart was breaking.

The Soul Guide

The Soul Guide Series Book 1

 

When university student Sybil is stung by a bee in the middle of a winter snowstorm, she finds herself chosen as the latest Soul Guide. With only a few days to reach the Veil; the place of souls, and complete the Passing Over ceremony, she begins to question everything she ever believed to be true. But dark forces will stop at nothing to prevent Sybil from fulfilling her destiny. Struggling with such a huge responsibility, and afraid for her life, Sybil has no choice but to put her trust in two complete strangers.

Meet Bertram, the Caretaker. Despite his anguish at losing the love of his life, he has a job to do. Sybil is his responsibility now. He must guide her to the Veil – no matter the cost.

Then there’s Alec, who’s drawn to Sybil the moment he lays eyes on her. Overcome by the sudden need to protect her, Alec will risk his life to ensure her safety. Or does he have darker designs…?

Can the reluctant Soul Guide, the grieving Caretaker, and the obsessive stranger work together? Only one thing is certain: the future of both Earth and the Veil hang in the balance, and the dark are rising.

Reviews:
“I’ve just finished the soul guide and I’m feeling very impatient for book 2! This is a great fantasy read, intriguing, with characters you really want to know more about! It’s hard to believe this is the author’s first novel, there’s so much detail and depth to the characters and story. Well worth a read.”

“Wow! I could not put this book down. The way Kelly writes encaptures you and takes you to another place. Her vivid imagination and the way she describes every detail enables you to picture in your mind being there with Sybil on this spiritual journey. It only took me two days to read and I can’t wait for the next instalment to see what happens next.”

“This book, well written and with a great story line, had me hooked from the start and I can’t wait for the next one in the series.”

“The Soul Guide is a unique, fast-paced, beautifully-written book. Immediately it sucked me in, and it was hard to put down. Kelly Stock has woven together a story with interesting characters and a truly imaginative plot. In a way, reading this felt like gazing upon beautiful artwork. Every chapter revealed a new layer of the story, intriguing me further and making me even more curious about what was to come. What a treat this book was to read!”

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Tortured Souls

The Soul Guide Series  Book 2

Releases October 21st!

 

Still reeling from the secrets revealed within the Veil, Sybil finds herself getting more than she’d ever bargained for. Having to manage her new gifts is hard enough let alone having to cope with the barrage of memories that aren’t even her own.

Could becoming the Soul Guide be the biggest mistake of Sybil’s life or her bravest decision yet? She couldn’t tell you, to busy dealing with the responsibility that her new role brings and avoiding the growing residents of Clayhill to find out.

And yet, hiding away isn’t an option.

With the arrival of terrified young Estelle, Sybil is forced to face reality and become the warrior she was destined to be. There are far worst things happening beyond the safety of Clayhill and she doesn’t have the option of turning a blind eye, especially when the ‘worst things’ involve her own beloved dad.

With Estelle’s revelations, action must be taken. Can the unlikely group work together to save the children locked away in the depths of the Masters home or will the Mephisto succeed in tearing them apart? Read book two of The Soul Guide series to find out.

In Tortured Souls, alliances are made, friendships are forged, hearts are broken and the battle of light versus dark has truly begun.

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Born and bred in London, UK, Kelly is a 38 year-old multitasking mum, wife, colleague, friend, daughter, sister and lastly, but by no means least, writer.

Her love of writing started when she began her Creative Writing degree at North London University in 1999. She hasn’t always wanted to be a writer, her first job of choice was a Vet, but that dream died when she realized she was allergic to most, small, furry animals. But, she has always loved to read, and that’s where her passion for writing began.

After finishing her degree in 2002, she didn’t put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, until thirteen years later. Life, in all its wonderful glory got in the way. Then when her youngest went to school full-time she had precious time on her hands. It was during this time that Bertram, Sybil, and Alec were conceived and her first novel, The Soul Guide was born.

In her spare time you can find Kelly, reading, bringing up her kids the best way she knows how, and trying desperately not to make a fool of herself on social media.


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Release Tour: In For the Win by Melynda Price

In For the Win

Against the Cage Book 5

by Melynda Price

Genre: Sports Romance, Romantic Suspense

 

To win his heart, she’ll have to give him the one thing that could drive him away—the truth…

 

Kyle Scott’s talent for fighting paved the way for a career he never wanted, but needed to survive. Five years later, he doesn’t recognize the man he’s become. All his focus and energy has been poured into raising his little sister, leaving no time or interest for anything beyond a casual hook-up—until he meets a woman who sends his life spiraling out of control.

Penelope Cantrel isn’t looking for love, but she’s always ready for a good time. If she keeps everyone at a distance, they can’t discover how broken she is, or the secrets she’s running from. When she crosses paths with the sexy MMA fighter, Kyle’s reputation as a cage-banging manwhore doesn’t concern her. She isn’t interested in a commitment. But after their white-hot attraction leads to a night of mind-blowing sex, neither of them will ever be the same again.

When Pen starts receiving threatening messages, her deepest fears are realized as she becomes the obsession of a man who will kill to possess her. Concerned for her safety, Kyle offers to pose as her boyfriend to deter her unwanted admirer, but his heated touches and those not-so-innocent kisses don’t feel like he’s acting. Could the infamous playboy be falling for her?

As the threat against Pen escalates, her stalker is closer than they thought. Kyle is the only thing standing between her and a madman, but she fears trusting him with her secrets could be a fatal mistake.

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Tonight, when Pen had crawled into his bed, Kyle foolishly hoped she was feeling it too. But as hot as the sex had been, something was still missing. An emotional connection? He didn’t really know, because he’d never felt or wanted one before. But he’d sensed she was holding a part of herself back.

Their disconnect hadn’t been physical. Fuck, he’d never felt so much pleasure—ungloved and coming inside her. The sensation, the intensity…there were no words. Even now he was growing hard just from the memory. No, that definitely had not been their problem. The issue, he feared, was emotional. And the struggle to synch Pen’s body with her mind was going to be a challenge. Question was, could he do it? Because he was starting to wonder if his efforts wouldn’t be fought at every turn.

Something in her past had broken her. He didn’t know what, how, or by whom, but her reaction to him earlier left little doubt in his mind. And even the possibility that she’d been abused—physical?—sexually?—filled him with such protective rage, a part of him almost feared discovering the truth. But how could he be the glue to help mend her broken pieces if he couldn’t figure out how they fit back together? She was a puzzle, a complex enigma he wanted to solve because deep down he knew the prize would be her heart.

Pen shook her head, looking utterly and completely lost. “I don’t know, Kyle. This isn’t supposed to be real. And it scares me that you’re changing the rules.”

“And you didn’t change the rules when you climbed into my bed? What the fuck was that about, then? You think because you made them, you can break them without consequence? Or is it because I fuck around that you think you get a pass—that this means nothing to me.”

As each word flew out of his mouth, he could see it ratcheting her fear. And yet he couldn’t seem to shut the fuck up. Her defenses were high and there was no getting past those walls, but he kept battering them with his verbal ground and pound assault. He wasn’t leaving this room until one of them tapped. Unfortunately, he was starting to get concerned that someone was going to be him.

She shook her head in denial, stepping back. And because he was a fighter, he advanced—countering her move for move until her retreat was halted by the bed.

“It was a mistake… This was a mistake…”

“Oh, now it’s a mistake? Because I’m not interested in being your boy-toy? Because you’re scared I might actually want something from you, like, oh…an ounce a trust?—a glimmer of emotion? Something to tell me that I might mean something more to you than a cock to get off on!”

Her eyes narrowed, little hands tightening into fists, and he knew he’d pushed her too far.

“What the fuck, Kyle? I thought I was the one with the vagina! Just because we fucked that doesn’t give you a one-way pass into my life. You don’t have any more right to my secrets than I do yours. You don’t see me trying to pry into your private life, do you? We’re friends—with benefits—and if you want us to stay that way then respect my goddamn boundaries.”

“With benefits? Thanks anyway, I think I’ll pass. I can fuck anytime I want, I don’t need you for that.” He turned to storm out, but her parting words won that round and had him tapping out.

“I was talking about the friends part…”

Melynda Price is a bestselling and award-winning author of contemporary romance. Her Against the Cage series has finaled in many awards such as the RONE, USA Today BBA, Golden Quill, National Readers’ Choice, and New England Readers’ Choice.

What Price enjoys most about writing is the chance to make her readers fall in love, over and over again. She cites the greatest challenge of writing is making the unbelievable believable, while taking her characters to the limit with stories full of passion and unique twists and turns. Salting stories with undertones of history whenever possible, Price adds immeasurable depth to her well-crafted books. She currently lives in Northern Minnesota with her husband and two children where she has plenty of snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with her Chihuahua and a hot cup of coffee to write.

 

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Release Blitz: No Grater Evil by Karen C Whalen

NEW BOOK RELEASE !!
Nothing puts out the camp fire like finding a dead body at the cook out
NO GRATER EVIL
Karen C. Whalen
Series: The Dinner Club Murder Mysteries Book 3
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: November 10, 2017
No Grater Evil
Jane Marsh plans a reunion for her gourmet dinner club, first camping in the Rocky Mountains with lavish menus and provisions, then a getaway to Estes Park at a luxurious cabin. Before they can break their boots in, gunshots explode in the middle of the night, and Jane discovers the body of the campground host. Since the club members are packing revolvers to practice at the firing range, her friends become prime murder suspects. Heading into dangerous terrain, Jane explores the dead man’s reckless past to solve the crime before their wilderness adventure goes up in smoke.
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Book Excerpt

Take an inside look at No Grater Evil. Read this sizzling excerpt from the book.
The three friends soon emerged from the piney woods and paused at a rock outcropping near a bend in the trail. Jane’s chest expanded as she took in a deep breath of the crisp mountain air. “Someone lives over there.” She shielded her eyes with one hand and pointed with the other across the narrow box canyon to a log cabin nestled in a fluttering aspen grove.
Smoke puffed in white clouds out of the short chimney stack and sailed to the east. A lone man with a German Shepherd lumbered out the door.
She waved both arms above her head in greeting, but the man was staring the other way, down into the short ravine.
“What’s he looking at?” Jane’s gaze fell to the bottom of the gully just a few more steps down the path. Next to the shallow, winding creek, an amphitheater with rows of gray, splintered wooden benches encircled a smoldering fire pit.
That’s when she saw the campground host lying with his head near the pit and his legs crumpled underneath his body.
Jane’s heart went into her throat as she screamed out, “Are you okay?” and raced down the steep trail with her friends on her heels.
She came up sharp. Libby drew in an audible breath and Wes mumbled, “What the heck?”
Dark red blood stained the man’s light jacket and pooled out from under his back. Several large animal prints were tracked in the blood.

Other Books by Karen C. Whalen

Don’t miss the other books in the The Dinner Club Murder Mysteries series:
Jane Marsh, a widow and empty nester, decides to try something different by joining a dinner club. Part of her new life adventure seems to be stumbling across dead bodies, too. She manages to stir up trouble while serving up one dinner party after another.
 

Everything Bundt the Truth
BOOK ONE
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Not According to Flan
BOOK TWO
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About Karen C. Whalen

Karen C. Whalen

Karen C. Whalen is the author of a culinary cozy series, the “dinner club murder mysteries.” The first three in the series are: Everything Bundt the Truth, Not According to Flan, and No Grater Evil. Her books are similar to those written by cozy authors Jessica Beck and Joanne Fluke. She worked for many years as a paralegal at a law firm in Denver, Colorado and has been a columnist and regular contributor to The National Paralegal Reporter magazine. She believes that it’s never too late to try something new. She loves to host dinner clubs, entertain friends, ride bicycles, hike in the mountains, and read cozy murder mysteries.
Official website: http://www.karencwhalen.com
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About The Wild Rose Press

The Wild Rose Press

The Wild Rose Press has been publishing electronic and print titles of fiction for more than nine years. Our titles span the sub-genre spectrum from sweet to sensually erotic romance in all lengths to mainstream and womens fiction. To check out the latest and upcoming releases and more, visit https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com.
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Book Tour: Different Not Damaged by Andy Peloquin

Different, Not Damaged

by Andy Peloquin

Genre: Dark Fantasy Short Stories

 

Strength from Weakness

 

Disability becomes Power

 

Some call them disabilities, but for others they are gifts:
– A voiceless child painting visions of death.
– A killer with a deadly message plagued by a burden of guilt.
– A priestess divinely empowered to absorb others’ pain.
– A soldier fighting for courage in the face of fear.
– A broken warrior-priest on a mission of vengeance.
– A thief desperate to escape the burden of his memories.
Betrayed by mind or body, these people struggle to survive in a grim world that takes no pity on the weak. Yet they will discover that they are simply different, not damaged.

This collection of dark fantasy short stories will keep you turning the page as you experience life through the eyes of the differently-abled.

Pick up this uniquely heart-wrenching book today because you want to feel what it means to live with a disability.

 

What Readers Are Saying:
This collection of stories keeps you engrossed right through to the end. – S.S.
These stories about people trying to overcome, or at least come to terms with, the hardships of their lives. Worth the read! – T.E.

This is one of those books that leaves you wanting more. – S.S

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The remnants of last night’s snowfall squelched under Dahvynd’s heavy boots. The rising sun had driven back the chill and turned the lanes of the Merchant’s Quarter into a mess of puddles, rivulets, and muddy tracks.

Seraphina stood outside his shop, a bundle clasped in her arms. “There you are! And here’s me worrying you’d overslept.”

Dahvynd forced a smile. He hadn’t overslept, or slept a whole night through, in more than a decade.

The seamstress thrust the bundle toward him. “All nicely ripped, just like you asked.”

“Thank you.” He fumbled in his pocket for the key. “I’ll send Karrl ’round soon as he shows.”

Seraphina waved him away. “You’re good for it, I know.” With a smile, she picked her way back up the muddy street toward her haberdashery.

Dahvynd watched her go, couldn’t help himself. Seraphina’s beauty entranced him. Not like his Killia, but…

He brushed the thought aside. No sense in that kind of thinking. She bore burden enough caring for her own three children.

For a moment, Dahvynd stood on the stoop, content to bask in the sunlight and feel the warmth on his face. Wagons rumbled up the muddy streets, splashing bundled pedestrians. Daylight made even the mud-spattered shops of the Merchant’s Quarter seem brighter.

Taking one last breath of the bracing air, Dahvynd unlocked the door and stepped inside the stuffy tailor’s shop. After starting the fire, he shed hat, scarf, and cloak, then fumbled at the bright ribbon Seraphina liked to use to hold her bundles tight. One by one, he held up the items and studied them with a critical eye.

Seraphina did good work with the seams. She ripped neatly, never so much as slicing a delicate thread of lace. She was certainly far more delicate than the Legion’s surgeons.

The skills that had saved Dahvynd’s life—and those of countless comrades—provided him a way to earn a living after his discharge. Similar stitches, mostly, though lace and linen were more delicate than flesh. Less messy, too, and easier to do with one hand.

He’d spent the better part of two years training the fingers of his left hand to grip the needle. His mangled right hand lacked dexterity. At least it served to hold the material in place. And Seraphina could rip the seams when he made a mistake. It was easier to start afresh the next day than try to handle the tiny dagger himself. The quiver that ran through his hand had destroyed far too many costly fabrics.

He turned over the last jacket in the bundle. A fragment of black thread hung from the stitch Seraphina had missed. He froze, hands trembling. The ghost of screams tugged at the corners of his mind. Soft leather shifted in his grip, turning into crimson-stained flesh. Black cord snaked through layers of skin as he fought to close Corporal Garvey’s leg. Dark arterial blood pumped from the wound, but he would not yield. He had to stop the bleeding before—

Chest heaving, Dahvynd hurled the jacket away and rushed to his chair. The needle dipped and darted into Mistress Alahnah’s dress as he forced himself to take deep, calming breaths. His world narrowed to the soft gown, the delicate white strands, and the shining length of metal in his hand. Every shred of willpower went into keeping his mind focused on the work, his eyes fixed on that needle.

The thread came alive in his hands, and Dahvynd watched the patterns take shape. He didn’t control them; they seemed to guide him, pulling him into the complex web of string and fabric until the memories—indeed, the world around him—faded into nothing. He could live like this: disconnected from everything save for needle and thread.

A silvery tinkling snapped him from his trance. Dahvynd blinked at the two men entering the shop, taking note of their thick arms and sloping foreheads.

“Gentlemen.” He nodded. “I’m not takin’ new requests right now, but—”

One—a hulking fellow who reminded Dahvynd of the white mountain apes common beyond the Frozen Sea—slammed a hairy hand down on the counter. “You know why we’re here, tailor.”

Dahvynd’s eyes dropped to the brand tattooed on the man’s forearm. Crimson dripped from a hand, the five too-long fingers tipped with razor claws.

He spoke in a measured voice. “I’ve no interest in the Bloody Hand’s business. And we’ll have no problem, s’long as you steer clear of mine.”

The second man—bull-necked, and with a face like crushed gravel—growled. “Ye are the Bloody Hand’s business.” He looked around the cluttered shop. “All this cloth…shame if it somehow caught fire or got stolen. Thankfully, we’re here to make sure nothing happens to yer precious property.”

The mountain ape leered. “And alls it’ll cost you is one imperial a month. In gra-tee-tude for our services, as it were.”

Dahvynd set aside the dress and stood. Bull-neck and ape-man’s eyes widened a fraction as he rose to his full height. He could see them measuring his arms—of a size with their own, and strengthened from years of swinging shield and sword rather than the wooden clubs that hung from their belts. No Legionnaire had ever accused Dahvynd of being compact.

Once, Dahvynd would have vaulted the counter and let his fists do the talking. Even before years of hard training in the Legion, he’d walked away victorious from more than his share of fights. That was before Killia. Before he’d nearly caved in a man’s skull in a blind rage.

Another side effect of the damned battles. The tremor in his hands was the first indication of another episode. If he let the memories take him, he’d have little control over his actions. His left hand had begun to tremble like a leaf in a hurricane.

The wooden counter creaked in his grip, and the two thugs’ eyes narrowed. Dahvynd made no move to attack. His left hand sought the thin band of metal around his right wrist.

Strength and Courage. He took a deep breath.

“Best you turn right around.” He jerked his chin toward the door. “As it stands, you and me got no quarrel.”

Bull-neck sneered. “And if ye want to keep it that way, ye’ll pay what—”

Dahvynd took a step toward the counter, looming over the men. “Leave now, and I’ll forget I saw your faces.”

Man-ape flinched and took a step back, but recovered a moment later. “Don’t be foolish.”

Dahvynd rested his left hand atop the handle of the wooden baton Killia had insisted he keep behind the counter.

Bull-neck’s hand went to his own club. Man-ape stopped him. “You’re making a mistake, tailor.” He nudged his companion toward the door. “We won’t be as friendly next time.” The bell gave an angry jangle as they left.

Gasping, Dahvynd wrenched his hand from the club. His left hand trembled so violently it set his shoulder quaking. He hadn’t touched a weapon since…

His fingers fumbled for the silver band as he dropped into his chair. He pulled his knees to his chest, closed his eyes, and forced himself to take deep breaths. Ragged threads of memory—water soaking his boots, the reek of blood, the ululating battle calls rising from a thousand barbarian throats—rushed into his consciousness. He ran his thumb over the smooth metal, letting the familiar feel soothe him and drive back sights, sounds, and sensations he ached to forget.

Strength and Courage, Dahvynd, he repeated, as Killia had so many times. Strength and Courage.

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The Clay Queen

The Children of Clay Book 1

by Ono Ekeh

Genre: Urban Fantasy, SciFi

 

With her armies defeated, Queen Nouei’s enemies march north to capture her. The earth god’s only hope is to alter history before they arrive. To become stronger she must restart her divine journey by reincarnating as Bridget Blade. But what if Bridget doesn’t want to be a god?

All Bridget wants is a simple life with love and family. But she is confronted by a destiny she doesn’t even understand and burdened by powers and impulses she struggles to control. Bridget must choose a path that leads her to Nouei or, must force the Queen to settle for Bridget’s modest ambitions.

Two women, two destinies, one life. Who will prevail?

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“Containment’s secure, Sir. Confirming energy transfer!” Captain Tumai called out.

A sharp crackling discharge rocked the room, causing everyone in the large, amphitheater-style control room to duck in fright. The lights flickered from the electrical surge but stabilized soon after.

“Prepare the Selites,” Director Hera Tifo ordered. “Bring them in here, all two hundred.” She inhaled as she watched the large containment area at the center of the room spark and fill up with a milky gas.

“We have to recreate the exact conditions, in case the Wave hits and we need to repeat this process,” she said to Tumai.

“Yes, Sir.” Tumai signaled toward the doors at the top tier of the room. A moment later, scores of Selites filed in and lined up against the back wall of the room’s top tier. The Selites, Silicon-based creatures, humanoid at present, took on whatever form was required by their masters.

“Do we have the child?” Hera asked as she ran up toward the Selites. A man handed her a gurgling baby. “You’re so delightful.” Cooing at the child, she nuzzled its pudgy cheeks as she cradled it.

The Selites watched her expectantly as she inspected them. “On my authority, as a representative of the Council, you are to retain custody of this child, Theresa Bridget.” She handed the baby carefully to one of them, who cradled the baby and rocked her gently. “We don’t know if our energy bridge will hold successfully, but if—” she paused for emphasis— “if it holds and someone comes through, and if the Wave pulses, which means that everything will change, you are ordered to commit the child to the custody of our guest. Understood?”

“Understood.” The Selite chorus echoed through the hall.

Hera leaned in and kissed a Selite who had reached out, and briefly hugged her. They were gluttons for affection, and she usually had that in spades to give them, but not now. There were other pressing matters at the moment.

The crackling in the containment chamber continued with loud bursts, drawing Hera’s attention back down to the engineers—closer to the center of activity.

“Thank you,” she whispered to the fragile-looking, dark crystalline beings who swayed gently, as though in an invisible wind.

They carefully passed the baby down the line and each one inspected her; some hugged her, others kissed her, while others rocked her.

Comforted at the sight, Hera made her way back down to the lower tiers. “Report.”

“The density is sustainable. Particle distribution is… Sir! I think someone’s coming through. These are not our quantum particles; these are new particles!” An excited voice responded from closer to the chamber. A ripple of excitement coursed through the hundreds of people in the room.

“The spins are locked in the same direction, and the field is in equilibrium,” another voice yelled out. “There’s perfect complementarity.”

Tumai held Hera’s shoulder. “Good God! A person. From index… one hundred?”

The room grew silent at the statement. Hera, like everyone, was stunned. In theory, it was true that such a world existed—a world of one-hundred percent probability distribution. It just wasn’t comprehendible. A world so stable and ordered that its inhabitants naturally conceived no alternatives.

A loud boom sounded in the room, shaking all the fixtures, desks, and equipment. The lights flickered off, leaving the room in darkness. The backup generators started up, bringing the lights back on. Silence prevailed for a minute, followed by a flurry of activity as people rushed to the aid of those who’d fainted or were momentarily incapacitated.

“There’s a person in there, Sir,” a trembling Tumai said, pointing at a panel display, then peering into the smoky containment chamber.

Hera rushed toward the containment and hesitated at the door. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears and her hands trembled. She’d wet herself from the boom earlier, but nothing was going to stop her from seeing this project through.

The door whirled open and a vacuum sucked the gases from the containment chamber. Writhing on the ground was a naked woman, moaning in agony. Hera turned to the Selite next to her. “Observe. If the Wave occurs, continue our prescribed course of action.”

Hera rushed to the shaking woman and knelt in front of her. “You’re safe, sweetheart. You’re safe.”

The woman was apparently in the throes of a seizure, foaming at the mouth as her milky eyeballs rolled back and forth.

“Four-hundred milligrams phenobarbitone,” Hera called out as others joined her in the chamber.

“No, wait,” a woman said as she listened to the heart. “Her heartbeat’s over two hundred a minute.”

Hera took a deep breath. “Continue the seizure medication. Apply ice to her eyes and compress the carotid bulb; let’s see if that slows the heart rate.”

They watched the woman’s vitals on a monitor as they cleaned her and wrapped warmed blankets around her.

“Seizure’s better, but heartrate’s climbing.”

A voice filled the chamber. “The Academy just sent a Wave advisory. Fifteen minutes.”

“What’s the Order’s estimate?” Tumai asked.

“Six minutes.”

Tumai looked at Hera, who gave a slight nod.

“Go with the Order’s estimate,” she said. Still kneeling, she leaned back on her heels and watched their guest, holding her hand. Such courage to have undertaken an uncertain journey between worlds. The chances of success were incredibly low. But it made sense that someone from index one hundred would have the ultimate faith in her abilities. How strange a world it must be to never doubt yourself because there was never an alternative to consider.

“Hera, the heartrate’s still over two hundred. It’s slowed a little, but if the Order is right, we don’t have time.”

“Very well. Twelve milligrams of adenosine,” she responded. “Prep the defibrillator, get the electrodes ready.”

Tumai looked up at the time clock. “Hera. Restart the heart. There’s no time.”

“Her body has been through so much…”

“I know,” he said softly. “But the heartrate’s regular. She seems strong—”

“Okay, stay the adenosine. Twenty milligrams, calcium channel blocker,” Hera said.

“Blood pressure’s seventy over forty!”

Hera stroked the guest’s short curly hair. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Looking up to her team. “Continue the blocker. At thirty seconds to the Wave threshold, apply the electrodes!”

Tumai looked at the Selites. “When the Wave pulses, take over!”

“Heartrate’s still too high.”

“Applying electrodes, defibrillator is charged and ready!”

“Thirty seconds to Wave,” Tumai called out.

“Selites, move in,” Hera ordered. “Everyone clear!” She pushed the button and the woman’s body pumped off the ground and landed back with a thud.

“I feel it.” A man to Hera’s right smiled and inhaled. “The Order’s estimate was correct.”

“I love you all so much. I’ll see you beyond the Wave. May Ryna bless us all,” Hera said as she lay flat on the ground. She never heard the responses. The Wave pulsed.

Clay to Ashes

The Children of Clay Book 2

 

Bridget Blade is both a god with an insatiable desire for love and adoration and a human plagued by insecurities, fears, and anxieties. Unaware of her true divinity she longs for the kind of love and a happy family she’s never had. Her husband, Jeremy, though, seems more interested in turning her into a research project that he can commercialize.

When Bridget discovers her new abilities she revels in the discovery that she is a god. But her new powers attract unwanted attention and Bridget must fight for her independence and survival.

But when survival means giving up the adoration she craves Bridgett must confront the desires that drive her. Does she want freedom or does she want adoration? She can have one or the other, but not both.

 

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Ono Ekeh is a fifth generation android whose initial programming has exceeded its original boundaries resulting in a self-conscious, fully functional, quasi-human life form. He is married to a wonderful human woman and has four amazing kids. He is interested in religion, politics, science fiction, writing, food, mathematics, and other things.

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Audio Series Blog Tour + Review: Blood Moon Magick by S.M. Blooding

Author: S.M. Blooding

Narrator: Kalinda Little

Series: Whiskey Witches, Book 2

Length: 9 hours 17 minutes

Publisher: Whistling Book Press

Released: Jul. 5, 2017

Genre: Supernatural Thriller

Going back to Denver should have been easy. Old life. Old routine. Ten kinds of “all good.” However, with her gifts open, the paranormal world isn’t going to let her have that easy life. It turns out her partner of the last five years is a vampire and has been for several decades. He’s also the regional paranormal protector. So when a few shapeshifters go missing, he gets the case. But there’s also a demon killing those shapeshifters, a demon she can’t hunt because she’s still an open target for possession. Not to complicate matters, Dexx isn’t about to let Paige out of his sight. Bringing a demon hunter to a shapeshifter party only makes things that much more interesting. But when he gets bitten, the entire game changes.

 

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She’s dated vampires, werewolves, sorcerers, weapons smugglers, U.S. Government assassins, and slingshot terrorist. No. She is not kidding.

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Kalinda Little is a 28 year old web developer who started playing around with audio and never stopped. Currently based out of Portland Oregon, she has spent time all up and down the West Coast, including several years is Ashland where she worked backstage at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. She is a chapter leader for the Nine Bridges Writers, a nonprofit that aims to assist and support writers in all genres, by providing resources and critique.

While she only started recording professionally in April of 2016, she had over two hundred hours of amature recording and editing available before that point. To date, she has narrated 27 books, with another 3 set to come out before the end of 2017.

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So, paranormal creature? Werewolf, maybe? That couldn’t be, though. They were a myth. This wasn’t some book. Witches, demons, and angels were real. The rest? Tony knelt beside Barn. “Broken neck? How do you come up with this crap, Whiskey? Visions?” She ignored him and leaned down as if examining the victim’s arm. “Without your hands,” Barn reminded. When she’d first come to Denver, Barn wouldn’t let her anywhere near the body until he was done. Procedure. That’s how things were supposed to be. However, she’d befriended him somewhat. She knew his favorite sandwich, his favorite soccer team, and his favorite ice cream. She also followed protocol on everything else, so he trusted her.

 

Paige Whiskey is back for round two. The demons have followed her to Denver where a girl has been murdered. This second installment begins where the first installment ended, the trip back to her life in Denver after one heck of fight for her life in Louisiana. Blooding has continued the intensity with this installment, with charged up characters and unpredictable circumstances. There are a lot of questions, a lot of injustices, and now there are shape-shifters and other paranormal creatures coming out of the woodwork. The author continues to do a stunning job by incorporating action-pact and paranormal elements all in one package.

 

Paige Whiskey is the detective…and witch…called into yet another crime scene with murder written all over it. Paige tends to get the strange cases and for the life of her, but now she knows exactly why…demons are drawn to her and one demon in particular by the name of Sven has made sure of that. After giving the key to Sven in exchange for Dexx’s life, Sven told her that something big was coming and she had to get stronger to prepare. This murder is only the start, but what it opens up could be worse. Paige discovers the entities of other paranormal creatures. Vampires, werewolves, werecats…the list goes on. What she doesn’t know is why her grandmother kept them a secret from her and what her family has to do with this mysterious pact between shifters and witches. Then…as if that isn’t enough to deal with, Dexx gets bitten and Paige has to make a decision that could cause a war to come to her doorstep.

 

Blooding does a superb job with character development, originality, creativity, and pace. The pace is nice and fast, but not in any way difficult to keep up with. The scenery described is vivid, lucid, and completely elemental. Since this review compliments the audiobook, the narrator Kalinda Little did have some strengths and weaknesses with the portrayal of this story. There were still special effects with the vocalization from past to present memories, but there still feels it is lacking something. It doesn’t seem as much as the first installment, but the way the narrator reads the story still feels a little unemotional. If you are a reader of paranormal fiction and dark fantasy, you may want to pick this one up as it is the first installment of the Whiskey Witches Series.

 

A copy of this audiobook was provided to Turning Another Page by Audiobookworm Promotions, but this in no way affects our honest opinion of the book or the review that has been written. We provide a four-star rating for Blood Moon Magick by S.M. Blooding, narrated by Kalinda Little.

 

Q&A with Narrator Kalinda Little
  • How did you end up recording audiobooks? I remember listening to audiobooks from a very young age. I still have cassette tapes of some of my favorites. There was a full cast rendition of The Hobbit, all the Harry Potter books and a lot of Redwall. The stories seemed to come to life when they were being read like that. I could tell each of the characters apart just by how they were read. Later I found a collection of Sherlock Holmes radio dramas in my local library and that added a whole new flavor.I did a bit of acting in high school and then worked with SOU and the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and quickly learned that while I’m not great on stage, I have a wide vocal range. If anyone ever asks voice acting is very different from regular acting.At some point I stumbled onto a community that recorded Podfic: fanfic as audiobooks. These people aimed for fandom to be all inclusive and it served as a practice field for those readers who wanted to become professionals. I loved it hearing new stories featuring my favorite characters, and if these people could do it, then I could too.I started with a couple of my own stories. Looking back it’s obvious I had no experience, but there it was, I’d proved I could do it. And I kept doing it. There are nearly 150 fanworks that I recorded out there on the internet if you know where to look. Some of them are better than others.I was eventually pushed into the professional market by someone in that community. They were talking about how they had taken these skills I had and gone professional. I put out a few auditions on a lark. I’d heard all the stories about rejection and how you have to apply hundreds of times before you get anywhere. Except all that practice paid off. I was asked to produce a book from the first batch of auditions. The book was One Night With A Dragon, and it was the kind of easy Romance story that I knew I could handle. After that, well, I’d done it once, I could do it again. I’ve kept recording and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.
  • What’s your favorite part of recording a new book? The same part that anyone would be happy about when getting a new book. I fall in love with the characters and fight with them through their troubles like any reader, and I try to put that into my reading. If it’s a tense action scene I try to keep that tension in my voice. If it’s a happy scene I’ll read with a smile.But I guess what makes recording a book different from reading it (at least for me) is figuring out the characters. I love doing voices and picking the right voice is definitely important to me.
  • What’s your process? Whenever I get a new book I try to ask for the author’s thoughts on the characters. What they think the tone should be. Once that’s settled I read maybe the first few chapters, but no more. Other professionals may look down on me for it, but I find recording a story without knowing how it’s going to end helps me put more of my first reaction into the recording. More surprise when something unexpected happens, more pain when someone is hurt, more passion and relief and joy.Editing is a whole other mess. I do all my own editing. That means going through, taking out mistakes, and choosing which take was the best one. An audio file that ends up being half an hour long, might start out being 45 minutes. Then once I have a clean copy, I get to the fun part: adding effects. Writers have so many tools they can use, be it punctuation, italics, capitalization, formatting, all of which will let a reader know something is happening. Sometimes I can translate those choices into audio: speaking louder and more forcefully for caps-lock. Other times it’s not so easy. The Whiskey books have been a great chance for me to stretch those skills. A demon shouldn’t sound like a shifter, a memory should sound different then when someone is possessed. I’ve done my best to both keep things clear to the listener and add an extra element to the story that you wouldn’t get just reading words on a page.
  • So character voices? I know a lot of narrators don’t do voices, but it’s always seemed natural to me, maybe because of my early exposure to full cast audiobooks and radio plays. Once the author tells me what they think of the character I take that and the physical description from the book to choose a voice. I try to pick voices that both fit the character (do they have an accent? What’s their personality and profession?) and set them apart from the other characters. The listener should always know who is speaking. This goes beyond just accent. The volume, cadence and personality all affect what voice I choose. I once had a character that thought of the world as one big joke, so I wore a half sneer whenever they spoke. I A Barrel of Whiskey we were introduced to a whole new set of characters. I gave detective Gomez a slight accent, because of her name and description, but she’s also a dryad, so i gave her a softer more flowing voice. Chuck made his entrance as a wolf-man so he got an accent where I spoke through my teeth. There are times when I’ve changed my mind and re-recorded, but it doesn’t happen often.
  • What equipment do you use? I record and edit in Audacity. I have several microphones, my primary setup is a turtle beach headset, but I now have a Mikme as a portable alternative. I’ve heard great things about snowball mics, but I tend to move around too much to get consistent audio. I talk with my hands.
  • What do you have coming down the line? I’ve got a few stories I’m working on at the moment. I’ve been recording a lot of Pulp stories recently and the next in that vein is Lady ACTION: The Sands of Forever. An action / spy novella by Ron Fortier. Then Plausible Deniability: Book Four of The Chronicles of the Harekaiian by Shanna Lauffey, a novella about time travel.Then of course there’s Witches of the West where Paige comes to my hometown of Portland Oregon to once again up the ante between the Witches, the shifters, and the rest of the supernatural community.

 

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THE SIREN’S BRIDE
Helen Scott
Series: The Siren Legacy Book 5
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publication Date: November 10, 2017
The Queen is cashing in her favor. Fae are missing. Her only hope? A siren and his soul mate.
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When Ellie left the fae realm, she knew that its queen, the Morrigan, would one day be calling in the favor that she promised. Did it have to be when she’s in the midst of planning her wedding though? Truth be told, wedding plans and “for richer and for poorer” aren’t Ellie’s favorite things.
Alec knows his relationship with Ellie is fractured, but getting her to talk is a mission he can’t complete. Now, with fae going missing and magic going awry, Alec fears she’s in even more danger. Can he reunite with Ellie before otherworldly forces make “until death do us part” a lot sooner than either of them would like?

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Helen Scott lives in the Chicago area with her wonderful husband and furry, four-legged kids. She spends way too much time with her nose in a book and isn’t sorry about it. When not reading or writing, Helen can be found absorbed in one video game or another or crocheting her heart out.
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