VBT: Of The Divine by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

Of The Divine

by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

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GENRE:   FICTION/Fantasy

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BLURB:

Henna is one of the most powerful sorcerers in the Order of Napthol, and her runes ’s runes tell her that the future of Kavet is balanced on the edge of the knife. The treaties between Kavet and the dragon-like race known as the Osei have become intolerable. The time has come for the royal house to magically challenge Osei dominion. Prince Verte, Henna' lover, is to serve as the nexus for the powerful but dangerous spell, with Naples--an untested young sorcerer from the Order of Napthol--a volatile but critical support to its creation.

Amid these plans, Dahlia Indathrone’s arrival in the city shouldn’t matter. She has no magic and no royal lineage, and yet, Henna immediately knows Dahlia is important. She just can’t see why. 

As their lives intertwine, the four will learn that they are pawns in a larger game, one played by the forces of the Abyss and of the Numen—the infernal and the divine. 

A game no mortal can ever hope to win.

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Excerpt Two:

The pride of Osei abruptly turned and dove. Serpentine bodies large enough to lift ships from the sea plummeted. They changed shape so close to the ground that the wind from their wings smacked the plaza like a hand, rattling or knocking over the light carts and tables the early morning merchants set up to display their wares. Henna squinted her eyes against the grit that smacked her face as the Osei landed with enough force to shatter their bodies had they been human.

People in the plaza scattered, scrambling away to hide in the shelter of surrounding buildings, but Henna couldn’t make her muscles move as the Osei queen looked around speculatively.

The creature had skin like liquid silver and eyes like barbed steel. As she crossed the plaza directly toward Henna’s frozen form, Henna recognized her. She was the only Osei queen who ever left her own territory to visit another Osei House.

The Queen of the First House, the Royal House of the Osei, was standing in the Kavet marketplace.

Henna felt all the blood drain from her face. Maybe farther. Was she bleeding onto the cobbles? Into the core of the earth?

“You know us,” the queen said. “That is convenient. You will inform the rulers of this land that we require their immediate presence.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Amelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote her first novel, In the Forests of the Night, when she was 13 years old. Other books in the Den of Shadows series are Demon in My View, Shattered Mirror, Midnight Predator, all ALA Quick Picks for Young Adults. She has also published the five-volume series The Kiesha’ra: Hawksong, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year and VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror List Selection; Snakecharm; Falcondance; Wolfcry; and Wyvernhail.

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Buy link:

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Interview with Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reins of the story?

I have absolutely no control.

When I started seriously looking at Mancer for publication, and therefore seriously looking into revision, I stumbled across the notes I made before I started writing. Except for a bare handful of names, the notes were almost unrecognizable as compared to the trilogy I ended up writing from them.

What I tend to do is create characters and put them in a situation… and then see what they do. I can affect the world around them, trigger earthquakes or the like, or sometimes nudge someone one way or another, but I fervently believe in letting characters guide the way. Sometimes they look at the problem that I expected to be the entire plot and go, “Nope,” as if Gandalf had told Frodo, “Keep it safe! Keep it secret!” and Frodo had gone, “Wow, this ring is clearly going to be too much trouble, so I think I’ll sell it at the pawn shop.” Then suddenly some poor pawn shop character who was never in my first set of notes is my main character while the one I spent weeks researching and making notes and planning for disappears after the first chapter and is never seen again.

Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.

Of the Divine is the second book in the trilogy, so I’ll start with the first and speak for the entire series: Mancer is a trilogy about magic and romance in an age of politics and gritty reality. It’s fantasy, so it is set in a world unconnected and unrelated to our own, but it is also set in a world that faces (unfortunately) many of the same problems that exist in our reality. It’s an escape from the real world that still allows us to consider the big topics and questions we need to answer.

And, unlike so many other fantasy series, it’s complete. I promise the third book is on its way.

Have you written any other books that are not published?

About a million.

Okay, that’s hyperbole-- it’s closer to a hundred.

I write, often, to decide what I want to write. Some of the books I’ve written explored areas of the world, but in my opinion didn’t have particularly compelling protagonists. Other times, I’ll like a character but run out of story to tell. I spend a lot of time writing and experimenting.

The books I have published (and those I intend to publish-- I do have a couple of those in the wings too) are the ones where the character, plot and setting all survived the experimentation process and came together to tell a story worth sharing.

Pen or type writer or computer?

For drafting and any kind of major writing, I prefer a computer. I like to be able to get my thoughts down quickly, I like access to Google (I look things up constantly while writing), and I absolutely require spell-check.

When I go back to edit, to outline, and to plan however I prefer a mechanical pencil, graph paper, and Post-Its. I can be flexible and brainstorm in pen on blank paper or index cards if necessary, but in a perfect world, if I’m trying to plan I like my pencil, grid, and Stickys.

Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?

Thank you for reading! I love to write, but it’s you my readers-- especially those of you who keep in touch online through Social Media-- who give me the motivation to keep publishing.

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Unfinished by Amy Snyder

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Unfinished

Amy Snyder

Publisher: Fiery Seas Publishing

Genre: Women's  Fiction

Book Description:

Mirabelle is a writer who just can't finish any of the stories she starts. When her twins leave home for college, they take with them Mirabelle’s sense of identity. As she strives to adjust to her empty nest she is visited by someone unexpected: a character from the very first novel she ever attempted to write.

Characters from all of her unfinished works begin to materialize in her home, in her car, at her job. They talk, yell, and some even throw things at her. Mirabelle can see them, smell them, touch them and though she knows they’re not real, she can’t help but engage them. She created them, after all. They become part of her daily life and she finds herself alternating between hiding them from and sharing them with her almost-always-doting husband, Alex.

Some of Mirabelle’s characters are like good friends, encouraging her to finish something she’s started. Others manipulate her for their own needs and story lines. Good and bad, these characters are part of her and Mirabelle discovers she needs to both fix and finish them before they destroy her life, her sanity, and her marriage.

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About the Author:

Amy Snyder began writing when she realized the strange things that happened in her imagination were far more interesting than the things that happened in her real life.  After earning her degree in Radio, Television, and Film from Northwestern University, she worked at a financial brokerage house, a nationally published magazine, an advertising agency, and most recently, an elementary school as a Math Tutor, Substitute Teacher, and Library Paraprofessional. 

But she’s always been a writer.

Amy lives in Glastonbury, Connecticut with her husband, two teenage children, and two cats. While she has been known to talk out loud to the characters she’s writing, she hasn’t had an actual hallucination…yet.

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Interview with Amy Snyder

Where do you get inspiration for your stories?

Most of my ideas come from real life. Usually something small that catches my interest and let a story grow out of it. That inspiration doesn’t always make it into the final draft. It’s just a seed, a spark, a starting point.

How did you do research for your book?

Google is a girl’s best friend! It is awesome to be a writer at a time when so much information is so readily available at our fingertips. When I first started writing, it wasn’t quite so easy. I once called a police station for help with a scene, but they were a little preoccupied with other things.

Do you have another profession besides writing?

I work in an elementary school library. Even though Children’s Books aren’t my genre, I still love being surrounded by books.

If you could go back in time, where would you go?

Back to a time when I was a little less worried about nuclear war with North Korea.

What is your next project?

I have two works that I am editing right now. One is full of music and dreams, the other is filled with secrets and lies.

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The Cowboy’s Make Believe Bride by Kristi Rose blitz

The Cowboy’s Make Believe Bride
Kristi Rose
(Wyoming Matchmaker #2)
Publication date: October 24th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Searching for a new future…

Fortune “Fort” Besingame left ranch life years ago, joining the Navy to escape the shame of his father’s gambling addiction and the enormity of his losing the ranch on a bet. Now Fort has returned to Wyoming, to his mother’s ranch in hopes to start a new life. A former Military Police, he wants to run for Sheriff… but convincing the townsfolk Fort intends to put down roots in the small community is going to take more than words. He needs a bride.

Running from the past…

Cori Walters realizes she will never become the photographer she dreams of being in the town where her father’s – former mayor turned cattle rustler – legacy taints everything she attempts to accomplish. When her friend offers her a temporary job posing as a fiancé, Cori decides going to Wyoming might be just the new start she needs. Until she realizes her pretend groom-to-be is someone she knows from high school… And hates her.

Somehow Fort and Cori have to put aside their family differences long enough to get Fort elected.

If they don’t kill each other – or fall in love.

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Kristi Rose was raised in central Florida on boiled peanuts and iced tea. Today, she's a wife and a mother. She's been lucky enough to travel the world and has lived by an active volcano, almost fallen off a German Alp, and eloped in Arkansas. No matter where she is, she enjoys watching people and wonders about their story.

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Tarnished Journey by Ann Gimpel

Tarnished Journey

Soul Dance

Book Four

Ann Gimpel

Genre: PNR

Full length paranormal romance with shifters and gypsies and demons–and an HEA.

Book Description:

Long before Germany rounded up Romani and sent them to prison camps, the Netherlands declared them undesirables. Yara’s caravan disbanded when she was fifteen to avoid being driven out of the country. Ten years have passed, and she’s been alone for most of that time hiding in caves and abandoned buildings. It’s been a lonely life, but at least she still has one.

Stewart conceals his true identity for the best of reasons. He’s not actually Romani, even though he’s been a caravan leader for many years. In a bold and desperate move, he joins a small band of shifters and Rom to fight the Reich’s chokehold on Europe. When they’re crossing the border into the Netherlands, vampires attack.

Yara senses Romani near her cave. The stench of vampire comes through loud and clear too, along with shifters. While not nearly as bad as vampires, her people have always steered clear of them. Another type of magic plucks at her. She can’t identify it, but it draws her from her hiding place. That decision tilts her world on its axis when she comes face to face with Stewart’s raw masculinity and savage presence. She could still turn tail and run. If she stays, it doesn’t require magical ability to recognize her life will change forever.

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Excerpt:

Stewart Macleod
paced in a rough circle, skirting the collection of shifters and Romani
gathered in small groups. He’d declared a rest break, but everyone was too
keyed up to sleep. A few of the shifters were combing the forest for food for
the rest of them. The shriek of a vulture on the hunt told him Meara wasn’t far
away. It had been drizzling all day, and now fog was moving in. He encouraged
it with a bit of magic. Anything that would shield their presence might help.

They’d avoided
Hannover and Osnabrück as they transited the northern portion of Germany,
selecting backroads that had stressed their truck’s ability. There’d been a few
places where they’d all had to get out, but luck had been with them. They
hadn’t broken an axle or even had so much as a punctured tire.

The Netherlands
border wasn’t far. Crossing it would push one problem—Nazis—to a backseat.
Vampires would still plague them, but he hadn’t sensed any since they’d passed
Hannover. Was it because the Reich was using every single one of the fell
creatures they could get their hands on?

The more he
thought about it, the likelier it seemed. Vampires reveled in blood and death.
Sex ran a hot second. The Nazi prison camps provided lush opportunities for
both feeding and fucking, a resource far too rich to be ignored. Vampires might
disparage the Reich, but they weren’t above using them to meet their needs.

A corner of
Stewart’s mouth twisted downward into a grimace. Hitler and his henchmen
believed they had vampires under their thumbs, but they’d be in for a rude
awakening someday.

Och aye, and we
can only hope ’twill come sooner rather than later.

For once no one
was bothering him. No questions. No “Hey, Stewart, come here for a moment,”
requests.

It gave him a
much-needed opportunity to flesh out his plan for getting the group across the
border and examine it for holes. Critical elements he might have missed. They’d
be abandoning the large transport truck soon—not much choice, even though not
having it created other problems. Every road had border crossing guards, and
they prowled the terrain near their stations. The Nazis knew good and well that
once someone moved into the Netherlands, they were home free.

The safest way
across was on foot for the Rom and in shifted form for everyone else. He ticked
off names of the principal players. Tairin, Elliott, Jamal, Ilona, Meara, and
Gregor were shifters. All wolves except for Meara, whose other form was a
vulture. Nivkh and two other bear shifters traveled with them as well. That
left himself, Michael, Cadr, Vreis, and Aron, along with three other Rom from
Michael’s caravan.

He thought about
his own caravan hidden behind a magical barrier a short distance outside
Munich. It was hundreds of miles away, and he hoped to hell they’d be safe. He
hadn’t always been a caravan leader. In truth, he’d only adopted the Romani
mantle a mere century before. Or perhaps it had been two. Regardless, he’d
pulled off the deception swimmingly—until a few days ago. Jamal was sharp. He’d
asked pointblank what Stewart was, having intuited his magic didn’t match
Romani energy patterns.

Fortunately,
Jamal had the good sense not to keep nagging once Stewart told him that topic
was off-limits. He swallowed a snort. Romani magic had dwindled until only a
very few had much left. But Jamal was a shifter, and an old, canny one at that.
Leave it to a shifter to call him out on his long-running deception.

Before the Nazi
problem heated up, he’d toyed with the idea of translocating his entire caravan
to Scotland, but he’d waited too long. He hadn’t understood how the Reich
solidified its powerbase so quickly—until he discovered their mass hypnotism
was fueled by vampire coercion.

A squawk from
Meara’s vulture was followed by a flash of light as she shifted midair and
somersaulted to his side, landing lightly. Silver-gray hair fell to the ground,
providing both cover and warmth. Her shrewd amber eyes still held an avian
cast, and she looked more raptor than human as she regarded him.

“Mind if I join
you?” She quirked a brow.

He met her gaze,
not fooled by her words. She was one of the first shifters and always had a
motive. “Ye’re not asking a question. Not really,” he countered. “State what’s
on your mind.”

The prickly jab
of magic pierced him as she surrounded them with warding. Along with it came
the odor of clay baked under a sun far hotter than it ever got in Germany—or
the British Isles. Rosemary and fresh cut hay joined the clay scent, the
combination the scent of many of her castings. Whatever she had to say, she
apparently wasn’t interested in being overheard.

“Everyone’s too
worried to pay us much heed,” he said, keeping his tone neutral. The vulture
shifter could be touchy and had a short fuse.

She shot a
pointed look his way. “Do you want them to listen in when I inquire whether now
is the time to reveal what you are?” Without waiting for him to respond, she
went on, “Laying that aside for a moment, we must firm up the details of how we
shall tackle the border. The shifters will take their animal forms. Crossing
the border unnoticed should go smoothly for them—”

“Unless a
vampire notices,” he cut in.

“Unless a
vampire notices and chooses to act on the knowledge,” she corrected him.
“Shifters are immune to vampire mind control. They’ve pretty much left us alone
because of that, preferring to focus on more tractable prey.”

Stewart waited.
Meara clearly had a plan of her own for spiriting them across the border into
the Netherlands. One she was about to share. Perhaps it was less risky than
his.

“You’re quiet,”
she observed.

“Ye’re far from done.
If I interrupt every few seconds, ye’ll never finish.”

The corners of
her mouth twitched, but didn’t quite form a smile. “True enough. All right
then. By my count, eight of us are stuck in human bodies. Seven if we take you
out of the equation, but bear with me.”

He made come
along motions with one hand, ignoring her gambit about taking himself out of
the equation. She sensed he was different, much as Jamal had, but he’d been
evasive in the face of her earlier probing. Was she hunting for information?

“What is your
true name?”

Stewart started,
not expecting the question. He shook his head. “’Tisn’t important. I havena
used it for centuries, and no one remembers who I was.”

Meara frowned,
drawing her gray eyebrows into a single line. “Surely your gods would. Shifters
don’t have such things, but the Celts had them in droves.”

“Aye, true
enough. If any recall who I was, none have chosen to speak with me for a verra
long time.”

He cut the flow
of his words. Part of his plan hinged on those same gods, who’d discounted him
for hundreds of years, still being tethered to Earth and capable of responding
to a summons for aid. It was one of the biggest unknowns in his strategy, and
one he hadn’t spent much time worrying about. They had to get to Scotland
first—a place that would strengthen his magic sufficiently the gods might take
notice of him once again.

The way things
were going, Scotland was far from a given.

About the Author:

Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.

Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.

In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.

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Black Snow by Lena North Blitz

Paranormal Fantasy

Publisher: FAB Publishing

Release Date: October 24, 2017

Snow’s best friend is a bird. An osprey, to be specific.

Everyone knows Snow’s parents died a long time ago, and she has perfected her happy smile and girly giggle so no one suspects that she hides a darker side of herself deep inside. No one, except her bird – and Nick, who always seems to know how she feels.

Then Hawker Johns blackmails her into joining his covert group of protectors. The imposing sheriff from Norton sends Snow to the Islands to investigate Jamie Jamieson, one of her friends and a man she dates casually, and once the first fury has passed, she’s eager to go. Mostly so that she can come back and shove Hawker’s suspicions down his throat.

Things are not what they seem on the Islands, though, and when Snow has been shot at, almost drowned and fallen through the roof of a cave, she starts thinking about her life, and her past.

Then she suddenly finds herself in a situation where she has a tough choice to make. Will she follow her heart or the pull from her family and friends? And will she ever find peace with her past?

Black Snow is the fourth book in the Birds of a Feather series, a young adult/coming of age series with paranormal elements, full of laughter, mystery, and romance.

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Wilder

Birds of a Feather, Book 1

Publisher: FAB Publishing

Release Date: December 14, 2016

Wilder’s wonderful grandfather is dead, and so is her mother, but Grandpa Willy gives her one final gift in his will – the knowledge that her father is only her step-father.

Once she meets Hawker, the scary man who turns out to be her real dad, her life takes an unexpected turn. She finds out about a heritage she never knew she had, and secrets from the past are uncovered as she fights to save her part of the world from destruction.

And then there’s Mac, with his green eyes and a soft voice that flows through her like sweet honey. He’s there to help Wilder when she needs it the most, and as she struggles with how to fit into the group of people around her dad – having Mac in her life becomes more important with every bad thing that happens.

“Wilder” is the first in the Birds of a Feather series and a spin-off from the Dreughan trilogy. It’s set in modern time and can be read stand-alone.

Sweet Water

Birds of a Feather, Book 2

Publisher: FAB Publishing

Published: March 2017

Jiminella “Jinx” Sweetwater is a genius. She’s a scholar, an inventor, hardworking and loyal, and well known in the scientific circles around the University in Prosper City.

Being smarter than everyone else might seem like a good thing, but it isn’t. At least, it isn’t to Jinx who has two friends, a small condo, and no life.

After a fight with her best friend Wilder, it just gets worse. Someone breaks into her home and when her parents show up in all their hippie-like glory, Jinx has had enough and escapes to a small village by the sea.

Suddenly, Jinx finds herself involved in village life, living with the unpleasant Mrs. Fratinelli and trying her best to juggle all the things that seem to end up on her plate. And then there’s calm, cool and gorgeous Dante – Snow’s boyfriend, who seems to see right through the shields Jinx has put up around herself, straight into her mind.

Picture This

Birds of a Feather, Book 3

Publisher: FAB Publishing

Release Date: June 29, 2017

Life just keeps slapping Mary in the face.

She had it rough growing up, and when it finally looks like she’s getting her life firmly back on track, breaking up with her boyfriend starts a string of events that threatens to bring Mary to her knees.

Fortunately, there are good people in her life who will do everything in their powers to help her when she needs it. Mary’s girlfriends, Jinx and Wilder are there for her, and after she’s rescued from being kidnapped, Carson and Bo take her into their home, becoming the family she always wanted but never seemed to get to keep.

As the group around Hawker Johns hunt the men who wanted to trade Mary for the valuable crystal from the mountains, she slowly recovers. Then life throws her another few curveballs, and it looks like she’ll lose everything yet again.

Mary is resilient and used to restarting her life from nothing, but when it looks like she’ll also lose the man she loves, maybe the happy girl has just had enough?

Picture this is the third book in the Birds of a Feather series, a young adult/coming of age series with paranormal elements, full of laughter, mystery, and romance.

Excerpt

I found the ledge, and it was barely wide enough for my toes so I couldn’t stand on it for long. The arm holding me up started to burn, and I looked around frantically for somewhere to go.

“Snow,” my bird said. “Big rock. Have to jump, one arm’s length to the right, one head up.”

I looked and thought I saw the outline of the overhang she was talking about. The rock had hit my shoulder, but the numbness had subsided, and I clenched the hand a few times. It seemed to be working. Then my left foot slipped, and for a few seconds, I thought I’d fall, but I managed to hold on and find the ledge with both my feet again.

“Almost there,” Nick said.

Was he crazy? He was coming up right underneath me, something that was against all common sense.

“Get out of the way, Nick,” I repeated. “If I fall I’ll crash right into you.”

He didn’t stop, and my body was screaming at me to do something, so I made up my mind. Then I made sure my safety rope was loose enough, bent my knees as much as I could, tightened all my muscles, and jumped straight into the darkness.

My hands gripped the overhang firmly, and I held on.

“Twist legs right. Another rock,” the osprey said calmly.

I did, and felt my knee hit a rock, bent the leg upward and over it, and heaved myself up over the edge.

“I’m secure,” I called out to Nick and was met with a resounding silence. “Nicky?” I shouted.

He couldn’t have fallen because I would have heard, so why wasn’t he answering?

“Good,” he suddenly rumbled out of nowhere. “Is there an anchor there somewhere?”

My hands slid along the cold, hard rock and found another rusty piece of metal. I yanked it a few times, and it seemed to be safe, so I secured my rope to it.

“Yeah,” I said. “Do you want my rope?

“Yeah,” he echoed.

The overhang was big enough for both of us to sit on. I leaned my back against the mountainside and tilted my head a little to nudge his broad shoulder.

“That was fun,” I murmured.

He snorted out something unintelligible, and I giggled. It wasn’t my fake giggle, it was a real one, from happiness and adrenaline.

About the Author 

The proper way to put it here would probably be to describe how I love to play with our two big dogs, adore my fantastic daughters and how much I love to read.

Another way would be to use my imagination and then I would be a super powerful warrior woman, think Xena the warrior princess (though with less tacky clothes). Or when I think of it, maybe I’m actually more of a Hercule Poirot (sans the suit and moustache). Or maybe I’m like Aragorn, strong and cool and then I might get to meet Gandalf! Or I could be Bella’s pretty cousin and snap Jacob up in a second (yeah, I’m so not team Edward), or wait, maybe I could be like one of them heroines in historical novels who swoon all the time. I’ve always wanted to swoon…

Well, I guess you get how my mind is working (or not working, some say).

Anyways, I like to write. Stories, adventures, romantic and happy stuff mixed up with sorrow and hardship, and bit of laughter here and there because the way I see it – life is way too short to go around feeling grumpy.

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Promise Me
Kelly Walker
Publication date: January 21st 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Self-professed Harry Potter addict and math genius River Jacobsen can count on one hand the people who matter in her life. Really, it’s just Dean, the boy who loves her despite her odd habit of counting everything around her when she needs to quiet her mind. When Dean promises her forever she never imagines it will be a lie.
After Marine hacker Ian Maclean is mistakenly declared dead by the US government, he’s happy to correct them the moment he escapes captivity. He wants nothing more than to get home to the wife he left behind. Discovering she’s been cheating on him since the moment he deployed wasn’t in the plan. Devastated, he walks away from everything, even his name.
With the futures they were counting on destroyed, Ian and River find themselves starting over. Ian reminds River of things she’d much rather forget, but pushing him away is harder than she expected. Ian wants a second chance at happily ever after, but the more he gets to know River, the more he worries she isn’t trying to figure out how to live again, she’s figuring out how to die.

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Author Bio:
Kelly Walker is a YA and NA author of several romantic titles, including the Souls of the Stones Fantasy Romance series. She has an unhealthy appreciation for chocolate, and a soft spot for rescued animals. Her best lessons on writing came from a lifetime of reading. She loves the fantastical, and the magical, and believes a captivating romance can be the most realistic magic of all. Kelly, her husband and her two children share their Virginia home with three dogs who walk her, and two cats who permit her to occasionally share their couch.

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