Blog Tour ~ Souls Discovered ~ Excerpt

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Blog Tour ~ Souls Discovered
Author: Miranda Brock
Genre: Fantasy/Romance
Tour Dates: 27th-31st of March
Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

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Blurb:

Spin away with young Autumn as she finds a seemingly innocuous gold necklace on her family’s farm and inadvertently uncovers her destiny as “The Keeper.” Autumn’s discovery of the necklace activates “The Window” and alerts both good and evil forces to her whereabouts. Autumn is pulled from everything she knows, and is tossed into a life of unknowns. Enigmatic enemies called Dehmons hunt her at every turn, and if captured the very world she lives in will fall into destruction. With the help of seven Searchers Autumn must learn to use the power she has been given before it is too late. Will she choose to follow the dangerous destiny thrust upon her? Will she be able to withstand the temptation of a relationship that could jeapordize everything? Most importantly, will Autumn be able to find the strength within herself to fight the dead-eyed evil Dehmon souls?

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From an early age Miranda Brock has always loved fantasy and adventure everything. Since she doesn’t live in a world of enchanting powers, mythical beasts, and things unbelievable she has decided to write about them. (Although, if you happen to see a dragon flying around, do tell her.) Born in southern Illinois, where she still resides with her husband and two children, she grew up running through the woods, playing in creeks, and riding horses. What started out as writing poetry grew into short stories and eventually led to her first novel, Souls Discovered. Miranda lives in the country where she finds inspiration in the simplicity and beauty around her. With the help of a ridiculous amount of coffee and some good music she writes whenever she gets a chance.
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Autumn stood up and brushed leaves from her clothes. She started to walk after her dog when she heard a twig snap behind her. She spun around as her heart jumped into her throat.

A man was standing there clothed entirely in black. His loose coat nearly touched the ground, he was wearing heavy boots, and he had black gloves on his hands. What skin she could see was deathly pale, and his long, lank locks hung around his face in greasy strands. Still, the thing Autumn noticed most were his eyes. They were completely black, not just the pupil or even the irises. He smiled, and she cringed. A chill ran up her spine.

“Forgive me,” he said. Autumn was surprised at his normal sounding voice. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was looking for someone, and I’m afraid I’m lost.”

Autumn took a step back. “Go back the way you came. You’re trespassing.”

Suddenly behind her she heard an explosive cracking and the sound of splitting timbers. It came from the direction of her house. The trespasser fled her mind as she turned and ran toward the noise. Someone grabbed her arm from behind as two more men stepped out from behind some trees.

“Never mind,” said the man who had a hold of Autumn’s arm. “I think I’ve found who I was looking for after all.”

“Let go of me!” Autumn yelled. She tried to jerk away from the stranger. The other men walked calmly over. They were dressed just like the man who held her and had the same cold, black eyes.

“Where’s the Window?” one of them asked in a quiet, breathy voice. Autumn was terrified. One man was holding her arms, and the other two were circling her like vultures.

“The Window. Where is it?” the other one asked.

Autumn jerked, trying to free herself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go!”

“Tsk, tsk. It’s not nice to lie,” said the one holding her arms. “We know you have it.”

One of their faces was suddenly all but touching hers. “We can sense it, you see.”

“I don’t have anything!”

“Oh, dear. She’s not very cooperative, is she?”

The one holding her, their apparent leader, shoved her at the others. “Take her.”

The others paused to remove their black leather gloves which Autumn found odd. As each one took hold of an arm, she cried out in pain. Their touch was so cold that it went straight to her bones. In fact, it was moving straight to her heart. Suddenly her heart felt colder than the most frigid winter. She had never felt such pain in all her life!

“She has it. She has the Window,” said the quiet-voiced one. The freezing pain intensified.

Autumn wanted to tell them they were crazy, that she didn’t have anything, but the cold was so bitter and painful she could only shake her head.

“Still denying? Don’t worry. When the Master sees you, he’ll sort you out,” the leader said. After he had spoken, he walked over and stood to the side of the man on her right and whispered something to him. The other man laughed softly.

Autumn felt sheer panic. She had no clue what they were talking about, and now they were waiting for some Master to come and “sort her out?”. Thinking was difficult. The extreme feeling of cold in her heart was overtaking her mind. She forced herself to concentrate on how she might get away.

A man stepped out from behind a tree directly in front of her. He, too, was wearing a black leather coat, the length of which nearly reached the ground. However, his coat was tighter and more fitted. His pants were black leather, too; so were his boots. His coat hung open, revealing a dark crimson shirt. This man was tall with dark blonde hair combed back away from his face. Strapped on his right arm was what Autumn thought must be a crossbow, and he was pointing it straight at her.

 

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Blog Tour ~ Rise of the Deva’shi ~ Excerpt With Giveaway

 

 

Blog Tour ~ Rise of the Deva’shi (Parthalan #3)
Author: Jennifer Allis Provost
Genre: Fantasy/Science Fiction/ Young Adult
Tour Dates: 20th-24th of March
Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

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Blurb:

A stolen girl. A legendary champion. A plan that might destroy Parthalan once and for all…

Aeolmar, First Hunter of Parthalan, leads a solitary life. Having long since abandoned his quest to kill Mersgoth—the demon that murdered his family—Aeolmar moves through his days with cold efficiency. Everything changes when he leads a training mission in Brennus, where he’s attacked by Mersgoth himself, and saved by an unlikely heroine.

Latera, first born and heir to Gannera’s throne, is kidnapped and left for dead in Parthalan’s vast forests. A lone human amongst Parthalan’s fae, she makes a home in Brennus, and lives a quiet life—until she finds herself defending a wounded First Hunter from a clutch of demons.

Back in Parthalan, Harek warns Asherah of something called the deva’shi—a warrior loyal only to the demon lord, Asgeloth. Both Aeolmar and Latera suspect that there is more to this deva’shi than what Harek has told them, but before they can learn the truth, Parthalan’s borders are attacked. Will Aeolmar and Latera be able to stop the deva’shi in time, or is it a distraction to hide Harek’s true plans?

RISE OF THE DEVA’SHI – book three of the Chronicles of Parthalan

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Jennifer Allis Provost is a native New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with her beautiful and precocious twins, a dog, two birds, three cats, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice cream. As a child, she read anything and everything she could get her hands on, including a set of encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any and all domestic behavior.
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“Will there be women in this village?”

Aeolmar’s gaze slid toward Luth. “Missing Innetha already?”

Luth snorted. “Hardly. She refused to become my mate. Again!”

“Of course she said no,” said Luth’s brother, Bron. “What self-respecting woman would have you?”

Aeolmar almost bit through his tongue; he thought Innetha was many things, but respectable was not one of them.

“I hope there will be women,” Adhaire said, bringing his horse alongside Luth’s. “After I complete my Trial by Stealth, I’ll want to celebrate!”

Aeolmar glanced at the young nuvi, doubtful of his chances. Adhaire recently won the Trial by Combat for a third time, but had only recently mastered calling fire. Aeolmar assumed it would take Adhaire a few tries to master stealth, as well.

“Have faith,” Finlay said. “Adhaire will be a fine hunter.”

“Of course,” Aeolmar agreed, unwilling to say more until Adhaire actually failed. Once that happened, he would petition Asherah to have the useless nuvi removed from the sola and sent far, far away from Teg’urnan.

Not that Aeolmar intended to witness Adhaire’s failure himself. Aeolmar had chosen to hold this exercise outside a village close to his birthplace. Once the Trial was underway, Aeolmar planned to slip away and visit his home. Nothing remained but a charred patch of earth, but it was home, nonetheless.

Aeolmar touched the small bump over his heart. For the journey, he’d taken his mother’s pendant with him, rather than leave it behind in Teg’urnan. He hoped his mother’s spirit rested close to her grave, since he needed her advice now more than ever. He was tired of his life as First Hunter, tired of being alone, of palace life… Gods, he was just tired.

The hunters arrived in the village of Brennus and found the innkeeper, Ingvarr, a man known throughout the west for his hospitality, as his mate, Elma, was for her fine cooking. While Finlay spoke to Ingvarr about boarding the horses, Aeolmar investigated the stables. He’d never left Myrnnhe anyplace he wouldn’t sleep himself, and needed to see his horse’s accommodations.

As Aeolmar approached the stables, he spied movement at the far corner; a small form clad in a tunic and leggings, and a flash of bright hair. Intrigued, he followed the person toward the back of the yard…and almost bumped into a girl coming the other way. She gasped and dropped the saddle she was carrying, then scooped it up an instant.

“May I pass?” she asked, balancing the saddle on her hip.

Realizing that she was the person he’d followed, Aeolmar took a long look at her. Her hair was flame red, bound up in a braid that did a poor job restraining her curls. Her eyes were pale blue, and her skin was golden and a bit burnt across her nose and cheeks. What amazed Aeolmar most was her size. She was hardly larger than a child, yet she had a woman’s curves. And she held that saddle as if it were weightless.

“May I pass?” she repeated, tapping her foot. Aeolmar stepped aside. She stalked past him and placed the saddle on the workbench. After watching her for a moment, Aeolmar joined Finlay and the innkeeper.

“Who is that?” Aeolmar asked, indicating the stable.

“My stable girl, Latera,” Ingvarr replied. “She has a way with horses, you know. Some of my patrons only stop by for her services.”

“We’ll need her to accompany us,” Aeolmar said. Finlay raised an eyebrow, but Aeolmar ignored him. “If we stable our horses here and walk to the location, it will add days to our journey. I’d prefer to take the horses as far as we may.”

“Of course,” Ingvarr said, looking at Latera. She saw the innkeeper’s gaze, then busied herself with the saddle. “Latera is a willful girl, and may refuse just for the sake of refusing. Let me send my mate to speak with her, my lord.”

“I’ll ask her myself,” Aeolmar said, striding toward the stable. Finlay and Ingvarr followed.

“Do we really need to bring her?” Finlay asked.

“How long do you want to be out here, days from Asherah?” Aeolmar countered. When Finlay grunted, Aeolmar assumed his second agreed. Aeolmar entered the stable and confronted the girl behind the workbench.

“I am Aeolmar, First Hunter of Parthalan,” he announced.

“I’m Latera, and I brush the horses,” she replied, her gaze on her work.

“Please excuse her, my lord,” Ingvarr said. “She’s a human who was lost here and is still learning our ways.” Ingvarr glared at Latera and added, “She claims she was royalty in her homeland.”

Aeolmar looked at Latera, noting her slanted eyes and pointed ears. “Why do you look like one of us if you’re human?”

“I didn’t always,” she replied. “I’m told it’s the effect of the realm.”

Aeolmar had known many humans, and none had taken on fae characteristics. In the midst of wondering who had told Latera such lies, he realized he was frowning at her. He lightened his expression and continued. “My hunters and I will make camp a short distance from here for two nights. We will need someone to care for our horses. Ingvarr tells me that you have a way with them.”

“Hunters or horses?”

His eyes narrowed. “The latter.”

“Yes, I do,” Latera replied. “Will you stable them here?”

“No. You will travel with us.”

Understanding dawned in her pale eyes and she glanced at Ingvarr. “Won’t I get in the way of your hunt?”

“We aren’t hunting,” Aeolmar replied, “This is a training mission. My hunters have scouted the area, and there are no demons nearby. You won’t be in any danger.”

Latera was silent for a time. It was an unusual request to take a young woman into the forest with five hunters, but Aeolmar believed it was a necessity. Her presence meant that the hunters wouldn’t need to worry about their mounts, and therefore get the Trial over with sooner. Then the hunters would be safe at Teg’urnan, and Latera back in her stable.

“Very well,” Latera said. “When do we leave?”

 

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Blog Tour ~ The Gaia Effect ~ Excerpt

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Blog Tour ~ The Gaia Effect

Author: Claire Buss

Genre:  Fantasy/Science Fiction/ Post-Apocalyptic

Tour Dates: 20th-24th of March

Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

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Blurb:

In City 42 Corporation look after you from cradle to grave. They protect you from the radiation outside the wall. They control the food, the water, the technology and most important of all, the continuation of the human race. Kira and Jed Jenkins were lucky enough to win Collection but when their friends start falling pregnant naturally, everything changes. How long has Corporation been lying to them? Is it really toxic outside the wall? As the group comes to terms with the changes in their lives they discover there is a much more powerful and ancient force at work, trying to bridge the gap between man and nature.

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Claire Buss

Claire Buss is a science fiction/fantasy writer currently based in Barking, Essex. She wanted to be Lois Lane when she grew up but work experience at her local paper was eye-opening. Instead Claire went on to work in a variety of admin roles for over a decade but never felt quite at home. An avid reader, baker and pinterest addict Claire won second place in the Barking and Dagenham Pen to Print writing competition in 2015 with The Gaia Effect and set her writing career in motion.

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‘What are you two doing here?’ Kira whispered as Jed and Pete followed the Infant Growth Assessor lady into the apartment and closed the door behind them. Pete pursed his lips and Jed frowned as they both saw the activated cocoon. The IGA ignored it and pulled out a touchscreen.

‘Later,’ Jed murmured.

‘Good afternoon, I’m your IGA,’ announced the woman. ‘Who are the parents?’

‘We are.’ Jed pointed at his wife and put on his best smile as he ushered the IGA into the kitchen area and offered her a beverage. Pete looked at the cocoon again. Kira nibbled her fingernails, turning towards the cube when Grace began to cry. She teetered, not knowing whether to go to her or speak with the IGA. In the end the plaintive noise decided her, and she scooped the baby up, rocking Grace gently, and humming as she walked over to the others.

 

‘I’m here to carry out an infant suitability assessment not drink synth-caf, but I suppose one would be nice. It’s not often we get time to indulge while at work. I’m surprised you even have the drinks machine given your requests.’

Jed and Kira looked at each other in confusion.

‘Requests?’ Kira asked.

‘Ah, sorry, we thought you’d be non-conformers you see, because of the no technology request. I mean almost all parents have a NanNan these days and we just thought… well, you know.’ The IGA coloured slightly as she sipped her synth-caf. ‘No offence.’

‘None taken,’ Kira said smiling. ‘We’re not pure naturals but we wanted to try the natural approach with the baby. After my studies I was curious….’

The IGA interrupted.

‘Oh I see, hobbyists then. Well each to their own. I’ll leave the paperwork for the NanNan as well as our latest brochure and then when you want to order, everything will be there for you.’

‘If,’ whispered Kira under her breath.

The agent frowned as she walked around the lounge area.

‘What’s that?’ she asked, pointing at the lit candle in the corner of the room.

‘Oh. Mm, that’s mine. I was just meditating before you arrived.’

‘Meditating?’

‘Yes. You never heard of it?’

‘No. I mean not in real life.’ The IGA patted her neat bun. ‘I read history at Higher Academy you know, I remember some of the strange customs.’ She moved closer peering at the candle on the small table. ‘So what do you do with it?’

‘Well,’ Kira had followed the IGA into the lounge and she sat down with Grace. ‘I believe in balance, so sometimes when I feel stressed or out of sorts I like to try and focus my energy on releasing the things that made me feel out of balance. It’s easier to think of it in terms of light and colour, moving from dark to bright,’ Kira paused, searching for something else to say. ‘Controlled breathing helps….’

The IGA interrupted again and pointed at the small blue statue.

‘And who is that?’

‘That’s Gaia. She is the spirit of the Earth, dedicated to keeping the life force of the planet in balance. She can be used as a focus point.’ Kira could see the IGA was looking troubled. ‘I work in the Archives so I have approved access.’

‘Ah, well I guess that makes sense. Not sure how I would write this up anyway. Probably best not to mention it to anyone. I expect it’s quite a personal thing and let’s face it we don’t tell everyone about everything we do behind closed doors do we?’

The IGA glanced at the cocoon before turning to look at Kira and smiling, not realising how offensive she sounded. Kira agreed, in disbelief yet relief that the topic would be dropped. The IGA finished her drink and fished out her paperwork.

‘Right, here’s my checklist. Neural jack’s in use?’

‘No’.

‘Nan-Nan installed – no. Scent patches activated?’

‘No’.

‘Cube ordered?’

‘Yes.’

‘Type?’

‘Standard sleeping, able to move around our apartment.’

‘Hmm,’ the IGA looked down her list. ‘I don’t think there’s much point in me going through the rest of the options. They are all classified as high-tech and you’ve clearly decided against that kind of help. I don’t think there’s anything else I can do for you today.’

‘Don’t you want to look at the baby?’ Kira queried.

‘Do you mind a health probe?’

‘Is it non-invasive?’

‘It can be.’

‘Alright then.’

Kira watched suspiciously while the IGA brought out a handheld, pressed some buttons and then directed the scan towards Grace laying in her cube. Several bleeps later the IGA handed Kira a readout.

‘It’s all good. Remember to visit your local Med Centre if you have any queries. Do you have a medical handheld?’

Kira shook her head.

‘Well, you might want to look into that otherwise how will you know if the baby is okay? Contact your local Agent, they’ll have what you need. I’d recommend a health check at six weeks but obviously get in touch beforehand if you have any worries. Babies are tough little things.’

The IGA gathered her things. After a cheery goodbye she left the apartment.

 

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Blog Tour ~ Dark Promise ~ Excerpt

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Blog Tour ~ Dark Promise
Author: Nikki Landis
Genre: Paranormal/Romance
Tour Dates: 27th of Feb – 3rd of March
Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

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A love story between two people who live in two very different worlds; is it right to keep a promise when it hurts the one you love? Can the darkness survive in the light?

Mare’s life is in danger. An unknown enemy seeks to destroy her, only months after her mother’s brutal death. Andre stumbles upon her attack, saving her life, immediately drawn to the innocent beauty. Against all odds they seek to find the truth, all the while fighting their mutual attraction, until their passion can no longer be contained.

Mare latches onto Andre, attracted to his fierce determination to protect her. Andre’s dark promise, hidden in his heart, becomes his only objective. Can he save her in time? Or will he be lost, forever damned, in his pursuit to have her, at any cost?

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Nikki Landis is the award winning author of over a dozen novels, mostly in the romance genre. She grew up sneaking her mother’s romance novels intrigued with the characters, the stories, and the historical settings from authors that have greatly influenced her writing like Johanna Lindsey, Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, and Bertrice Small.

She is also a fan of the classics and adores Jane Austen. Books like The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lord of the Rings, and The Hobbit have shaped and molded her vision of fantasy and inspired it, contributing to her popular series The Fight for Light novels.

Nikki holds two degrees, in Dietetics and Nutrition, and her Bachelor of Science in Health Promotion and Wellness. She’s a wife and mother, spending her free time reading, writing, and enjoying the outdoors.

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I looked into his eyes, curiosity blooming. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to,” he admitted, “but I also knew it would help you out of the compulsion.”

“Did you really like my blood?” I wondered, watching his face.

“Truth?” He paused. “I loved it.”

“Why?” I asked, drawing up my knees and resting my chin on them.

“It’s delicious.”

“Because you’re a vampire?”

He nodded. “Maybe.” A smirk plastered across his handsome face.

“I thought vampires were supposed to be cold and sparkle. You aren’t cold at all,” I observed.

He shook his head. He seemed to really, really hate that comparison. “I don’t sparkle either.”

I giggled. “Yeah.”

Despite his aggravation he smiled. It was adorable.

“How old are you Andre?”

He laughed. Was I asking too many questions? I was. I could not seem to help it.

I blushed. “Too much too soon?”

“Perhaps. There are more important things to discuss.” Coughing, he hid a laugh at my expression.

He was right. I sighed. “You want to know why someone is trying to kill me.”

He nodded. “Yes. Will you tell me what happened?”

I looked away from his eyes. Telling this story was going to be difficult.

“I was witness to a murder,” I tried to swallow passed the lump in my throat but I could not.

“Whose murder?” He asked, watching my face.

“My mother’s.” I whispered.

Shocked, he sat back against the couch. “I’m sorry Mare.” He reached for my hand and held it. “Truly.”

I squeezed his hand. “She was caught in the crossfire of some gang violence thing. I still don’t know the specifics.”

“When did it happen?”

“About six months ago,” I answered. The pain felt like yesterday. Still raw. Still harsh.

“Who was it?” He demanded, an edge to his voice.

“The last name is Boraggio I think.”

He sat straight up. “Are you sure? Mare, I need you to be sure.”

“Yes, Italian name. They have connections. Mafia maybe.”

He stood and began to pace the room. “Why are they coming after you?”

“I had to testify, at the trial. I positively identified the shooters. I was inside the store when it happened and I saw the men who came after her,” I explained.

Andre sat beside me quickly. Taking my hand, he looked into my eyes.

“They will not stop trying to kill you.”

“Why? I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. They killed my mother!” I screeched.

“Shhh, it will be alright. I’m going to help you,” he promised.

“How?” I demanded. “You’ll only find trouble staying here with me.”

“I have connections Mare. Please don’t worry.” He tried to reassure me but I saw his frown.

I stood and walked into my room, quickly running for the closet. I pulled out my suitcase and threw it on the bed.

“What are you doing?”

I ignored him and began to toss clothes into the suitcase. This was ridiculous. No place in this city was safe for me now.

“Where are you going?” He asked again, agitated.

“I’m going to leave here and never come back.”

I saw panic cross his features briefly before he grabbed the suitcase and tossed it on the floor. “You are not going anywhere.” He stood in front of me and dared me to move.

“Excuse me? You don’t own me,” I yelled at him.

Fire flashed in his amber colored eyes. They flickered between honey and red and back again.

“You will do as I say,” he ordered.

“Like hell I will,” I yelled back.

I saw indecision on his face. No one had told him no before. I knew it the moment I saw his reaction. Pompous prideful arrogant man.

“I saved your life twice,” he reminded me, glaring down into my eyes.

“And I said thank you. I never asked you to intervene,” I told him through clenched teeth.

“You would have died,” he replied, agony flitting across his face.

“You could have let me. I’m nobody to you!” I raised my hand to smack his smirking face.

“I could never let that happen.” His voice held barely controlled anger.

He caught my hand and pulled me hard against him. “I’m not going to lose you, not now.”

Some of my anger died down. “Why?”

“Because I just found you,” he admitted, searching my eyes. “I won’t lose you now.”

 

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Blog Tour ~ The Missing Heir of Mandralay ~ With Giveaway

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Blog Tour ~ The Missing Heir of Mandralay
Author: Braden Bell
Genre: Young Adult/ Fantasy
Dates: 20th – 24th of Feb
Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

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A heartless monster. An innocent girl. He holds her life in his paws, but she holds his soul in her hands.

Thirteen-year-old Tallie has a strange new power. While experimenting with this power late at night, she is discovered by Mother Kyraisa, the ancient nun who runs the orphanage where Tallie lives. Terrified of something, Mother Kyraisa evacuates the orphanage and burns it to the ground. The pair flees into the desert with only a wagon and a lead-lined coffin to protect the girl from the unspoken danger that pursues her.

With no memories, no heart, or even a name, X is a monster. Fiercest of the Bestials, his predator’s instincts are controlled only by powerful spells binding his life to the regent’s will. When a flash of apostate magic betrays the hiding place of the late queen’s daughter, the regent dispatches X to kill the child—her niece and the long-hidden heir to the throne.

Following the child’s magic, X tracks Tallie to her hiding place. He prepares to kill her, until Tallie surprises him with a sincere request for help.

Tallie’s innocence and trust awaken a small spark of humanity inside X, and he tries to help her. But he remains a monster, bound by instinct and unbreakable oaths. Helping Tallie triggers a ferocious battle, as X fights his primal nature for her life—and his only hope of redemption.

Meanwhile, Tallie grapples with the tragedy of her past and her identity as crown princess. As royal heir, Tallie finds access to immense power—enough to destroy her enemies, but possibly her own soul as well, turning her into a monster far worse than X.

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Braden Bell (who writes Young Adult novels under the name Brandon Gray) holds a Ph.D. in educational theatre from New York University. He and his family live on a quiet, wooded lot in Tennessee, where he teaches middle school theatre and music. An experienced performer, Braden enjoys reading, gardening, and long summer afternoons writing in his hammock. To read about his YA novels, check out: amazon.com/author/brandongray

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Shouts from below rang out. The sound of metal clanging against metal. Too late. Her warning came too late; a loud lament tore from her throat.

“Please, Your Majesty —you must act now!” The guilty fever swelled, and hot, burning sweat flowed beneath her habit.

The queen looked at her, growing fire struggling against the exhaustion in her eyes. “How do you know?”

“Forgive me, but I helped plan the coup.”

The prince consort did not hesitate. He took the infant from the midwife then placed her back in Taliesin’s arms. Taliesin the false prophet. The blasphemer. The heretic. “Protect her,” the prince consort said.

“I swear,” Taliesin said. “With my life, my heart, and my whole soul.”

The prince consort unsheathed his sword and ran from the room, followed by a handful of guards. He did not know the force that awaited him, had no idea of the trap the queen’s sister had laid.

More shouts escaped from down below. More clanging—then a scream.

The queen looked at the high priestess with an anger approaching hate. “I do not know what you have done, and there is no time to find out. Is my child in danger?”

Tears rolled from the high priestess’s eyes. “Yes. She was to be killed.” Her throat squeezed shut. “By my hand.”

The queen shook in rage. As she stared at the high priestess, all her maternal softness had faded. Even in her weakened state, she projected the fearsome power of Mother Earth. The queen’s fingers jerked through the air. Particles of metal appeared, swarming the high priestess like flies in the summer. She screamed as the flecks of metal spun around her, faster and faster. The delicate, royal fingers squeezed into a fist, and the metal followed, melding into twisting spirals of iron that encircled the high priestess in a curving cage that pushed sharp spikes up just under her chin.

The metal twisted tighter, pressing in to her flesh, squeezing the breath from her body. “Murder. Infanticide. Regicide. Treason,” the queen whispered. “You have committed enough crimes to die five or six deaths.”

A terrible scream came from the courtyard—the scream of someone who had been stabbed, but not yet killed. The kind of scream that meant blood and suffering.

The flames of conscience roared even hotter now. The high priestess knew those sounds all too well. She had been responsible for too many cries over the past year. With the pressure of the metal outside her body, and the fire inside her soul, the high priestess thought she might die.

“Your Majesty?” Taliesin stepped forward, holding the baby to his chest. “The high priestess did not go through with the crime. Indeed, she gave warning at great personal risk.” His eyes met hers now. Piercing, bright as quicksilver, they seemed to flow through her in a way that opened her soul to him, leaving it bare and uncovered. She had the certain knowledge that he was reading her heart as easily as she might read a book. “I see great darkness ahead. Great difficulty.” He winced, as if what he saw caused great pain. Then he continued, “It may be that only she can save the princess.”

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Book Title: Chameleon Assassin

Author Name: B.R. Kingsolver

Genre: Urban Fantasy, science fiction, post-apocalyptic dystopian

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Libby is a mutant, one of the top burglars and assassins in the world. For a price, she caters to executives’ secret desires. Eliminate your corporate rival? Deliver a priceless art masterpiece or necklace? Hack into another corporation’s network? Libby’s your girl.

Climate change met nuclear war, and humanity lost. The corporations stepped in, stripping governments of power. Civilization didn’t end, but it became less civilized.

There are few rules as corporations jockey for position and control of assets and markets. The corporate elite live in their walled estates and skyscraper apartments while the majority of humanity supplies their luxuries. On the bottom level, the mutants, the poor, and the criminals scramble every day just to survive.

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The band was rocking it at The Pinnacle when I heard, “Wanna dance?”

I glanced up, and then up a little more. He was tall, with nice shoulders, and a nice smile.

“Sure.” I stood, watching his face as I rose to my full six feet two inches, plus the heels I was wearing. A lot of men want women shorter than they are. My eyes passed his, and then his followed mine up. I figured if I had been barefoot, we would’ve been about the same height. His smile didn’t falter, and he reached for my hand. Okay! I smiled back.

We sized each other up as we danced. I liked what I saw. Broad shoulders, broad chest, muscular arms. Buzz haircut. A hint of tattoo peeking out from his sleeves and collar. Gold hoop in one ear.

We danced to a couple more songs, then he bought me a drink.

“I’m Ron,” he said as he handed me a glass with something orangish in it.

“Libby.”

“You’re hot.”

“Thanks.” I motioned toward the stage. “I’m going home with her tonight.”

He puckered his lips, then took a drink. “You always swing that way?”

“I swing all sorts of ways. Mostly I don’t swing at all. I’m kinda picky and I don’t get in a hurry.”

To my surprise, he smiled. “Nothing wrong with that.” He toasted me with his glass, then took another drink. “You come here a lot?”

“Fairly regular.”

“I’ll see ya again, then,” Ron said and wandered off into the crowd. A couple of minutes later I saw him dancing with another woman. Good to know I didn’t permanently crush his heart.

The orange thing tasted terrible, so I took it over to the bar and shoved it at Paul. “Give me a shot of whiskey. I need something to wash the taste of that out of my mouth.”

Paul laughed. “I tried to tell him you wouldn’t like it.” He poured me a shot. “My treat,” he said, leaning forward to hand me the drink. “See that guy down at the end of the bar? He asked if Elizabeth Nelson is here tonight.”

I craned my neck to see the man Paul was talking about. He looked like a corporate type, dressed in a business suit. Even my mother didn’t call me Elizabeth, but it was the name on my business card. “What did you tell him?”

“That I hadn’t seen you yet. Says his name is Sayd Agha.”

“Any hint as to what he wants?”

Paul shook his head.

I walked down the bar. “Mr. Agha? I’m Elizabeth Nelson. I understand you were asking for me.”

He slid off the bar stool and stood. “Ah, Miss Nelson. Yes, I would like to discuss some business with you.” He had to crane his neck up to talk to me and it seemed to bother him.

I handed him my business card. “Normally, people either send me an email or vmail. We can discuss your business tomorrow.” Rather than walk away, I hesitated, waiting to see what he would do. Expecting me at The Pinnacle was a curious choice since I had no official connection to the place. The idea that he had followed me there seeped through my alcohol-soaked brain.

“I hoped we might talk tonight,” he said, reaching out and taking my elbow. “Perhaps we could just go outside where it’s quieter.” I tried to shake him off, and he tightened his grip. “I think we need to talk now, Miss Nelson.”

“Perhaps we could go into the women’s washroom so I can torture you until you tell me what this is about,” I suggested. I stared in his eyes, but he wasn’t sufficiently shocked at what I’d said. A man who nonchalantly considered torture a standard topic of conversation? Not good.

“Look down,” I said. He glanced down at the knife I held against his abdomen. “Let go of me.” He did. “Very good. Now, turn around and face the bar. And if you think you might be faster than I am, consider if you’d bet your life on it.”

Agha made a good decision and turned around. I took a small electroshock box from my purse, put it against the back of his neck and gave him three million volts. His shaking-dance reaction attracted Paul’s attention, and he rushed around the end of the bar to catch my victim before he fell.

“Do you have a room where we can take him?” I asked. “Or do I have to drag him all the way to the basement?”

“Are you going to kill him?” Paul asked. Did I mention that Paul had known me for a very long time?

“Not until I find out how many friends he has outside. I have no idea what’s going on.”

Paul turned away and told another bartender to cover for him. He spoke into a mic clipped to his collar, then turned back to me.

“I called for a couple of bouncers to help us.”

We both scanned the room, trying to see if anyone was taking an interest in our activities. It didn’t appear anyone was paying attention. I pulled out my phone and called my dad.

“Hey, does the name Sayd Agha ring a bell?” I asked when Dad answered.

“Can’t say that it does. Why?”

“He just tried to lure me outside a club to talk business. I told him to call the office tomorrow, and he tried to get insistent.”

“Don’t go with him!”

I chuckled. “I didn’t. I can’t figure out why he’s interested in me, so I thought maybe you’d run over his pet frog or something.”

“Send me his picture.”

Two bouncers, Tom and Ramon, showed up and carried Agha down the stairs to the basement. I thought we were going to Paul’s apartment, but they surprised me. We ended up in a laundry room. Paul brought a chair, and one of the bouncers produced a rope. They were very efficient in tying my new friend to the chair.

“Looks like you boys have done this before,” I commented.

Tom winked at me.

“If he followed me here, his friends may know Nellie is a friend of mine,” I said.

Ramon’s grin turned into a scowl. “Anyone touch Nellie has a death wish.” I didn’t think he was speaking metaphorically. He nodded to Tom, who headed toward the stairs.

“Do you need me?” Paul asked. When I shook my head, he also left, but Ramon stayed.

“You here to protect me or him?” I asked.

“I don’t know him, and he ain’t near as pretty as you are. You’re Paul’s friend.” He stepped back and leaned against a washing machine.

My phone rang. “Dad?”

“His name is Adnan Erdowan,” Dad said. “He’s Turkish, but he’s been living here for about ten years. He works for a Russian electronics corporation.”

“That’s nice. By here, do you mean Toronto or North America?”

“North America. He’s based in Dallas, but airline records show he’s been shuttling back and forth from Dallas to Toronto monthly for the past year.”

“Any idea why he’s after me?”

“None. I’ve never dealt with that company, one way or the other.” Then he gave me his version of fatherly advice. “Libby, don’t take any chances and don’t leave any witnesses.”

I hung up and told the bouncer, “Maybe you should take a look outside and see if anyone’s waiting for him.”

“Already have people doing that.”

“Oh. Are you squeamish?”

“Not particularly.”

I shoved the little box into the Turk’s groin and triggered it. He screamed—long, loud, and raw. The bouncer paled. I decided he lied when he said he wasn’t squeamish. Men are like that—always trying to put on a strong front.

 

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PINK MOON ~ BLOG TOUR ~ GIVEAWAY & EXCERPT

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Book Title: Pink Moon

Author Name: Tonya Coffey

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy/Romance

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Cast from her home, Jessa struggles to find a place among the realms. With the loss of power, her premonitions are vague and tormenting. However with Micha at her side, she has hope for the future.

Micha has found his stride as the Ancient King. Nevertheless, the Shadows refuse to allow a Faerie sit on the Ancients’ throne, keeping them apart. Instead of fighting against he Shadows, he focuses his rage on the one who stole Jessa’s powers, a hidden heir herself. When he thinks he has everything under control, he is pulled into a dire situation that will force Jessa’s hand.

Accepting what needs to be done, Jessa takes a risk to save Micha – a choice that may be her last.

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Chapter 2

Micha

The dark chamber rattled as the Shadows filtered in from the depths of darkness and into their perspective throne. Marcus stood before me, a slight smile on his lips. It was an odd appearance to a man who seldom showed emotion.

As I hesitantly walked to the center of the room, whispers echoed around me. My eyes constantly drifted between each of the Shadows and to Marcus, as I tried to understand what was happening. From time to time, words of praise filtered in with word of the Sylph.

Drawing in a breath of stale air, I focused on Marcus and the consequences of my actions. Bren warned me. However, I was too stubborn to listen.

Marcus raised his hand, signaling the others to be quiet as he addressed the king. The crackling of wood in the oversized fireplace filled the silence around us.

“Well done, Micha, King of Ancients.” His voice boomed against the rock walls and carried into the tall ceiling. “We are pleased you took initiative, freeing our people from the Falls.” A rolling echo of conformation carried around the room.

I stood speechless. No words came to mind, as I stood before them. I could not say I did it for a Faery or their queen. They would not understand…or would they? She was the same as I. A mixture of Light and Dark. Would they see her as one of us?

“What do you say, King Micha?” Marcus’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

Clearing my throat, I pulled some words together. “I did not do it for the praise you bestow upon me. I did it for the…love…I have for the people.” I spoke with some truth.

Marcus stared at me. His eyes narrowed, as if he could read my inner thoughts. Swallowing the lump rising in my throat, I hoped he was blind to my heart. To the real reason, I put myself in danger.

Instead, Marcus lifted his hands up in front of him and clapped. The Shadows followed suite as if they had no mind of their own. Marcus was the puppeteer.

“I am honored to serve such a selfless king.” Bren stepped forward, offering me his hand. I turned to face him and noticed the Bookkeeper hovering in the back corner.

My eyes drifted to the book he clung to then back to Bren. His face held annoyance and his voice was full of sarcasm when he spoke. Then the realization hit me. He tried to warn me. For me to wait for the Ancients, but I refused. Therefore, I would receive the consequences of my actions. The Keeper was there to tell me of my fate—my doom.

“Welcome Keeper,” Marcus called from his throne. “Please read for us the results of a courageous king.”

As the Keeper flipped his book open, he moved forward to stand next to me. I noticed he was not the same blubbering, clumsy man as the first time I had met him. He was confident now. I wondered if I had a hand in the transformation.

“I tried to warn you,” Bren whispered at my side.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I asked, “Warn me about what exactly?” It could not be as bad as he anticipated. Could it?

“You must…”

The Keeper began to read from his book, drowning out Bren’s whisper. “When a king shows compassion and selflessness for his people, it reflects his power and, therefore, he shall pass on that strength to an heir.”

My body went slack. Did I hear him right? I felt as if my world had been ripped away and I was left floating in space. Closing my eyes, I wanted to scream, why?

Turning to Bren, his face solemn, I wanted to strangle him for allowing me to do something that jeopardized my life with Jess. I frowned at him. You should have told me.

“Thank you, Keeper,” Marcus said, “You may go.”

As the Keeper walked away, I turned, facing Bren fully. “Why did you not tell me?”

“I tried,” he whispered, “You would not listen.”

Frustrated, I knew he was right. I would not listen. Jess was in danger and it did not matter what I had to face. Still, I would do it all again.

“I will do what I can to fix it.”

Nodding, I took a breath and faced Marcus.

“Please come forward, King Micha.” As if my soul left my body, I stepped forward meeting Marcus at the bottom of his throne. “We took the liberty of choosing a few beautiful girls who we feel would make strong queens.”

Lifelessly, I followed Marcus to my quarters, Bren lagged behind. “These girls are strong minded, smart and from a worthy line.” He smiled. “Everything you need to carry on your legacy.”

Marcus opened the door, revealing a line of girls waiting in the long hallway outside my chambers. Exhaling, I glanced to Bren. He shrugged as if he knew nothing of it.

“You have until night fall to choose one who…tickles your fancy.”

Marcus turned away as each of the Shadows vanished. Bren closed the distance between us looking down the hallway, as I asked, “How will you fix this?”

Bren placed his palm on my shoulder. “I am not sure but have some faith in me.”

Bren began to walk forward but I grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Let’s walk around and enter through the other door. I am not ready to face them yet.” He nodded and closed the door. I only wished it was on the entire ordeal.

 

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