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Monday, November 19, 2018

SHELTER ISLAND by John Paul Tucker



SHELTER ISLAND by John Paul Tucker, Middle Grade/Fantasy/Adventure, 224 pp., $14.95 (paperback) $2.99 (kindle)



Title: SHELTER ISLAND
Author: John Paul Tucker
Publisher: Brownridge Publishing
Pages: 224
Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy Adventure


Thirteen-year-old Cary and his sister Clarisse must return home every
day after school to mind their eight year old brother, Gregory. “It’s a
non-negotiable,” insist their work-obsessed parents. There is another
problem. Clarisse and Gregory don’t like Cary much, and Cary doesn’t
much like anything, especially being tagged with his gummy-fingered
little brother. But their troubles are about to grow talons.

While bickering over the contents of a small, intricately embroidered
pouch, the siblings unintentionally summon three mail-clad birds, who
hasten their three young conscripts to Shelter Island, refuge to a long
divided realm hidden from the children’s homeland for hundreds of years.
Spotted above enemy territory, the small company is attacked. Clarisse
and Gregory escape to the caves of Husgard. Cary’s captors dispatch him
to Vangorfold, a centuries old stronghold sworn to Husgard’s
destruction. Entangled in a centuries old conflict, the children’s own
blur of problems comes into sharp focus, hastening the fortunes, for
good or ill, not only of a forgotten civilization of birds, but of the
children’s homeland.

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Clarisse hovered over the tiny
artifact the same way
her parents would have
conducted their research. The letters
on the scroll were written in
the same spidery golden
threads of the embroidered
feather on the pouch.
            She hesitated to check a word.

            Three fair feathers travellers are,
            Bearing friends or foes afar.
            Bound together, by bearers three,
            Summons three bearers to bear ye.

            “It’s a riddle,” said Gregory, his eyebrows climbing with
each new revelation.
            “Maybe,” said Clarisse, who had recalled a passage
from a story she had read. “It
sounds more like an enchantment.”









John Paul Tucker holds degrees in Theatre
and Theology and has many years experience as an Ontario Certified English
Language Teacher, in addition to teaching mime, puppetry and Drama to teens and
children. His unique journey has furnished him with an eclectic head of ideas.
                            
He is currently celebrating his 50th
article on www.thewriterslessonbook.com,
an educational website he created for writers, featuring writing tips and
techniques harvested from the books we love to read. He has published poems in
the Toronto Sun, Little Trinity Print Magazine and Imago Arts
e-magazine
. His poem City Sidewalks won first prize in a Toronto
wide poetry contest. Two of his short stories, The Crooked Tree and The
Debt Collector
have each won a prize awarded by The Word Guild and The
Prescott Journal
respectively. You will find one of his fantasy
stories recently published in the popular Hot Apple Cider anthology Christmas
with Hot Apple Cider
. JP has been busy polishing up The Rooster and the
Raven King
& The Rise of the Crimson King, Books II & III of
The Song of Fridorfold trilogy, pursuing Cary, Clarisse and Gregory on
their fantastic adventures.

John Paul is excited to be putting the
final touches to his fourth novel, a YA fantasy inspired by the remarkable
storyteller, George MacDonald. Gather the latest news about JP’s upcoming
novels, enjoy a book trailer, dive into some free stories and poems, contribute
some art work, take a peek at some photos, or for no other reason drop by to
say hello at his official author website www.johnpaultucker.com.

John’s latest book is the middle grade
fantasy adventure, Shelter
Island
.





Interview with John Paul Tucker

How did you come up with the name of this book?

Shelter Island was not the working title of the book. I originally titled it after a climatic scene three quarters of the way through the story, a threat which confronts a rebel stronghold on the Island, but the title was too obscure and a spoiler. After completing the book — actually, following many additional edits, Shelter Island emerged as the title, which like a pitcher, best held the book’s contents without spilling anything. Also, my publisher liked it.

Do you read yourself and if so what is your favorite genre?

I read every day and my targeted material is varied. I love middle grade fantasy —everything from Charlotte’s Web to the works of Tolkien, Bradbury, Charles Williams and beyond. I also wade into adult literary fiction, plays (I have a past life in theatre!), and the works of a few poets simply for the joy of what words can do. I wanted to share that joy so I created www.thewriterslessonbook.com, a free educational website for writers, highlighting fiction writing tips and techniques harvested from the books we love to read.  

Do you prefer to write in silence or with noise? Why?

Silence — is there such a thing? I prefer silence but put up with a lot of ambient interference: the odd horn from traffic, the washing machine, raindrops on leaves (That’s a welcome one.)  I suppose silence is akin to the empty canvas for a painter or the silent slab of marble to the sculptor. But even then the artist hears the brush strokes and the hammer striking the chisel. So, I cannot avoid some measure of noise. Recently, construction sprung up in my neighborhood. I do enjoy hearing the odd hammering, sawing and workaday chatter. Perhaps it’s because we’re both making things.

What do you feel you can accomplish with this book?

After submitting my manuscript to an editor, he commented, You know you are bucking the trend here. I thought, I hope so. Shelter Island is a story for those readers, like the book’s protagonists Cary, Clarisse, and Gregory, who must look somewhere other than their own troubled hearts to find the courage they need to face extraordinary circumstances and enemies older, stronger and more cunning. A lot of children’s books beat the same feeble drum. Their message? Just dig deep enough, take charge of yourself, and everything will work out. Simply reach into your heart and you will find everything you need. That advice seems a naive sort of cure-all. What if one’s ‘heart’ should fail? What if he reaches into his heart and finds nothing but the ashes of regret and loneliness? Exploring the possibilities that arose from such questions made a strong contribution to Shelter Island.


What is your next project?

Happy you asked. Inspired by George MacDonald’s classic fairytales for adults, Lilith and Phantastes, my next novel is a Heroic Fantasy for ages 12 and up. Will Flint’s longing for his missing father ignites a dramatic and fateful quest into a mythical country in which the unseen things of the world have transformed into creatures of elemental power, a land in which one impulsive request transforms one realm and shatters another. It’s a little darker than my first books, but who doesn’t like to feel their heart thumping once in a while?



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Fountain Dead by Theresa Braun


Fountain
Dead
by
Theresa Braun

Genre:
YA Horror 

Mark
is uprooted from his home and high school in the Twin Cities and
forced to move with his family into a Victorian in Nowhere-ville.
Busy with the relocation and fitting in, Mark’s parents don’t see
what’s unfolding around them—the way rooms and left behind
objects seem alive with a haunted past.

Of
course, Mark keeps his ghostly encounters to himself, all the while
sinking deeper into the house's dark, alluring, and ultimately
terrifying history. As romantic entanglements intensify, the
paranormal activity escalates. Past and present come together.
Everything is connected—from the bricks in the walls to the hearts
beating in their chests, all the secrets of Fountain Dead are finally
unearthed.







Theresa
Braun was born in St. Paul, Minnesota and has carried some of that
hardiness with her to South Florida where she currently resides. An
English teacher and adjunct college professor for over thirteen
years, she continues to share her enthusiasm for literary arts with
her students. She earned a Masters in English literature with a
thesis on Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. In her spare time, she
enjoys delving into her own creative writing, painting, photography
and even ghost hunting. Spending time with her family and traveling
as often possible are two of her passions. In fact, her world
meanderings are often backdrops for her work. Striving to make the
world a better place is something dear to her heart.







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Perfect Odds by Lashanta Charles


Perfect
Odds
by
Lashanta Charles

Genre:
Contemporary Romance


Calista
Brenner refuses to let go of her past. She had her entire life
figured out…except, maybe that was only in her mind. Being stood up
for her own wedding should be a clue. Regardless, she’s determined
to fix this. She just needs a plan and if there’s one thing she’s
good at, it’s planning. It doesn’t matter that she’s a
whirlwind of clumsy chaos. All she has to do is stay away from the
gorgeously irritating Jayce Cranston and her wedding-her life-will be
back on track. That’s exactly what she wants. Right? 


Jayce
Cranston has somehow let himself be bamboozled. One minute he’s
enjoying his quiet existence in his home in the outskirts of Buffalo,
NY and the next he’s dealing with a beautiful alcoholic and her
penchant for trouble. And with his business manager out of the
office, he has to actually . . . deal with people. Surprisingly, the
little ball of clumsiness is making that task so much easier to
handle.

Neither
of them could have guessed that Calista’s past would decide it
wants to be her future and will stop at nothing to make that a
reality. Could she accept that maybe her carefully laid plans weren’t
as careful as she thought? Will Jayce be able to show her that he’s
worth a chance and, together, their oddities can be perfect?











LaShanta
Charles is from South Carolina, but currently lives in Tacoma, WA.
She's married, has three tiny humans who constantly mooch off of her,
and is active duty in the US Army. She's a homebody who adores
SLEEPING, reading (romance, especially RH, paranormal, and sci-fi),
eating, white chocolate mochas, SLEEPING, Reese's PB Cups (but only
the ones stuffed with Reese's Pieces), and writing. Oh, and she hates
spiders; why do they need EIGHT legs?








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House of Ashes
by Loretta Marion

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GENRE: Mystery  

((with paranormal/supernatural elements and whispers of romance))

Thirty-seven-year-old painter Cassandra Mitchell is fourth-generation to live in the majestic Battersea Bluffs, a brooding Queen Anne home originally built by her great-grandparents, Percy and Celeste Mitchell, and still standing despite tragedies that have swept the generations. Local lore has it that there was a curse placed on the family and the house is haunted, though opinions are divided on whether it's by malicious or benevolent spirits. Cassie believes the latter―but now she stands to lose her beloved home to mounting debt and the machinations of her dream-weaving ex-husband.



Salvation seems to arrive when a nomadic young couple wanders onto the property with the promise of companionship and much-needed help―until they vanish without a trace, leaving behind no clue to their identities. Cassie is devastated, but determined to discover what's happened to the young couple...even as digging into their disappearance starts to uncover family secrets of her own. Despite warnings from her childhood friend, now the local Chief of Police―as well as an FBI agent who pushes the boundaries of professionalism―Cassie can't help following the trail of clues (and eerie signals from the old house itself) to unravel the mystery. But can she do so before her family's dark curse destroys everything in its path?


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Present day ~ Whale Rock, Massachusetts ~ Cape Cod


September ~ three days since the disappearance



Back at home, I took a good look at my beloved Battersea Bluffs, with its towering widow’s walk, double chimneys, and impressive wrap-around porch. It had become part of Whale Rock’s lore that the majestic Victorian sitting high above the cliffs on the craggy northern end of town was possessed by the spirits of my great- grandparents, Percy and Celeste Mitchell, its original owners. The legend evolved from a rumor initiated by my father when he was trying to take back his rightful home. It had been a successful strategy, but he could never have guessed how prophetic his fable would become—or maybe he’d already sensed the mysterious aspects of the old house. To be fair, Papa and I had never discussed the lurking scents and sounds presented by the spirits sharing our home.



I unlatched the gate, to a warm greeting of soft whimpers and an exuberant tail.



“You’re missing them too, aren’t ya, buddy?” I reached down to stroke the German shepherd’s glossy black fur, those usually erect ears momentarily relaxed. I widened the gate.



I followed the dog to the ledge of Percy’s Bluffs, so named after my great-grandfather’s dramatic leap from the cliffs overlooking Cape Cod Bay. I stared down to where the waves were crashing against the rocks below. Through the years, this spot had become my refuge, where I’d come to contemplate decisions or brood over troubles. Exhausted and numb, I sank to the ground and idly fingered an abandoned champagne cork, probably left here the night Vince and Ashley moved in with me. We’d brought a bottle down to the cliffs to toast our new alliance and the home they were going to help me save. I closed my eyes to bring to memory the feel of the fizzy liquid against my tongue, the first I’d tasted in years. There’d not been much to celebrate in recent times. But that night, a sense of hope had returned to me.


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A true bibliophile, Loretta Marion's affection for the written word began in childhood and followed her like a shadow throughout her life as she crafted award winning marketing and advertising copy and educational brochures. She then applied her writing skills as a volunteer, establishing a Legacy Story program for hospice patients, which inspired her to create her own fictional stories. Her debut novel, The Fool's Truth, was a twisty mystery with whispers of romance. Her newest novel, HOUSE OF ASHES – A Haunted Bluffs Mystery, is the first in a series published by Crooked Lane Books.



When not whipping out words on her laptop, she is traveling, enjoying outdoor pursuits, or is curled up with a delicious new book. Loretta lives in Rhode Island with her husband, Geoffrey, and their beloved Mr. Peabody, a sweet, devoted and amusing “Corgador”.



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Cowboys for Christmas by Liz Talley, Kim Law, & Terri Osburn


Cowboys for Christmas
Kim Law, Liz Talley, Terri Osburn
(A Holly Hills Anthology)
Publication date: November 19th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

3 cowboys…2 weeks…1 wedding!

Claire, Georgia, and Mary Catherine couldn’t be more different, but they promised they would be there for one another no matter what. And when they all gather in Holly Hills, Texas, for Mary Catherine’s Christmas wedding, they’ll find they have one thing in common: hearts that are about to be branded—by unforgettable cowboys.

In “Love Me, Cowboy” by Terri Osburn, wallflower Claire would be more excited about the wedding if it didn’t mean running into Mary Catherine’s brother—the bull rider she once had a scorching one-night stand with…

Ivy League volleyball coach Georgia never wanted to see Holly Hills—or another cowboy—again. But a sexy veterinarian is making her rethink her vow to never marry a Texas man in “Kiss Me, Cowboy” by Liz Talley.

Claire and Georgia both think that Mary Catherine is getting hitched to the wrong man, despite

how perfect he is. And in “Marry Me, Cowboy” by Kim Law, a local rancher with a wild reputation gives Mary Catherine a glimpse of what might have been—and what could still be…

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Love Me, Cowboy by Terri Osburn

Crossing the short distance to where he’d left his tools near the back of the truck, Tyler bent down and lifted with his left arm, only to have the box drop back to the floor with a crash. He gripped his left shoulder as his face contorted in pain.

“Tyler? What’s wrong?” Claire was afraid to touch his arm for fear of hurting him more. “Tell me what to do. I don’t know how to help.”

“It’s fine,” he said through a clenched jaw, then took several deep breaths, keeping his eyes closed. “I just forget sometimes.”

Claire caught herself taking deep breaths with him and had to make herself stop. “Forget what?” she asked.

Dropping his hand, Tyler opened his eyes and slowly lowered his shoulders. “The face wasn’t the only thing damaged in the accident. As I said at the Thirsty Cowboy the other night, my shoulder got torn up pretty bad, too. Doc has me in physical therapy and it’s mostly healed, but the weight of the toolbox was too much, I guess.”

He guessed? The man had taken years off her life with that reaction. The pain must have been excruciating to take his breath like that.

“Thank goodness you won’t be doing that anymore.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, working his shoulder up and down. “Picking up the toolbox? Not with that arm, I won’t.”

“Not the toolbox,” Claire said with a roll of her eyes. “Riding bulls. No more climbing onto the back of a beast that would rather kill you than let you stay there.”

Tyler’s face turned serious. “I have every intention of getting back on a bull.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.”

Claire threw a hand on her hip. “If that’s supposed to be a joke, it isn’t funny.”

“I don’t make jokes about my life.” His eyes darkened. “My life. I’m a bull rider, and I’m going to continue being one. No matter what you or my sister or anyone else says.”

Jerking the toolbox off the ground with his good arm, Tyler slammed it onto the truck bed, then hopped up after it. Claire had to shuffle around to the back so she could use the bumper to climb up, but she wasn’t about to let this stubborn cowboy walk away from this argument.

“Your sister loves you,” she yelled, storming across the empty flatbed. “And I . . .” She what? Loved him? Unfortunately so, but she wasn’t about to tell him. “I care about you, too. That bull could have killed you.”

“And I could get hit by a truck tomorrow. Doesn’t mean I’m going to hide in my house.”

“That isn’t the same and you know it.” Why couldn’t he see what getting back on a bull would do to the people around him? How they’d feel if the worst happened?

Tyler turned so quickly, Claire nearly charged into him. “What if someone told you to stop teaching?”

“What?”

“Didn’t your parents push you to be a lawyer? To do your civic duty and join the family business of running towns and making decisions for other people?”

Her situation was nothing like his. “Being a teacher isn’t going to get me killed.”

“No? How many school shootings have we had in the past few years?” Tyler asked. “Life is random, Claire. A meteor could kill us all tomorrow. You have to live while you can, the way you want.” His voice dropped as his eyes held hers. “I’m a bull rider. That’s what I do.”

Claire felt deflated. He was right. It was his life, and only he could decide how he wanted to live it. But that didn’t stop her from wishing he would choose another way.

“It’s going to kill your sister when you climb back on one of those bulls.”

And it will kill me, too, she thought.

“I can’t do what she’s done, Claire. I can’t walk away from the thing I love because it’s what other people think I should do.”

The need to grab him and hold on was so strong, Claire did the only thing possible.

She backed away.

“That banner probably needs to dry before being hung up. I’ll get someone to help me with it tomorrow.”

“Claire, don’t—”

“Mom’s expecting me for dinner.” Claire looked at her watch. Then at her feet. Anywhere but at the cowboy with his hand out. “You should head out, too. Thanks for helping the kids.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, but she barely heard the words as she hopped off the truck and stepped through the open warehouse door into a chilly December evening.

Kiss Me, Cowboy by Liz Talley

Reed didn’t say anything. Just watched her. The way her glossy lips shone in the neon glow, the way her eyes roved over the dance floor, the way that dress hugged every curve of her body.

Georgia’s gaze returned to his, and she must have seen the glint in his eyes. “I’m not going to sleep with you, you know.”

“What?”

“The way you’re looking at me, breaking in on my dance with Rusty, I can tell.”

“Rodney.”

“Who?”

“His name was Rodney. Not Rusty.”

“Oh,” she said.

“And I never said I wanted to sleep with you,” he said, hoping she couldn’t see straight through his bullshit. “I said I wanted to dance with you. See, those are two different things. For dancing, you usually keep your clothes on.”

“Depends on how you dance,” she said, cracking a smile. In her gaze he could see her trying to gain control. Her boldness seemed part of her protection. After Paul Milligan made the comment about Georgia growing up next door, he’d asked Tyler about his fiery damsel in distress. He now better understood the BMW, the fancy boots and jacket. He’d never been poor—quite the opposite—but he could imagine coming home to a town that had pigeonholed her. Not easy.

“Well, I suppose I could be talked into naked dancing by the right girl.”

“Too bad I’m not the right girl.”

Marry Me, Cowboy by Kim Law

Mary Catherine glanced causally around as she headed back to the bar, and this time she found Jax leaning against the far side of the counter.

He’d also found her.

His hat was pushed back on his head and those blue eyes she remembered so well were trained on her. And they didn’t seem anxious to move on anytime soon. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“Buy you a drink?” A dark-blond cutie asked when she stopped by an empty stool. “You’re the one getting married, right? I’m Tony. Me and my buddies here would be glad to protect your integrity tonight.” All five men gave her wide smiles.

She laughed with good humor. Her integrity didn’t need protecting, but she was there for some fun. And these guys were harmless. They’d been at the bar for a while now and didn’t seem to be looking for more than an entertaining Friday night off the ranch. “You and your buddies good at protecting a girl’s integrity, Tony?” she teased.

“The best.” He motioned for the bartender, and when asked what she wanted, she took another peek at Jax.

“Tequila,” she said. She winked at Tony. “Top shelf.”

Cuervo was her go-to for forgetting denim blue eyes.

Her brother came in then and caught her eye. He scanned the men now surrounding her and gave a wink—probably after also concluding that her integrity was intact—then turned his gaze away to take in the remainder of the crowd. Tyler was two years younger than her and was most definitely a town heartthrob. He’d been gorgeous for most of his life. Now he had a nasty slash across his left cheek.

It had only made him more good-looking.

A gaggle of women made their way over to him, and his broad face broke into a wide grin. The poor rodeo star, recovering from a bad throw from a bull. He didn’t seem to be suffering too much, that was for sure.

Mary Catherine shook her head at the unfairness of it all. If a woman came in with a scar like that, men would turn the other way. She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the bar, enjoying the night. The back of her neck suddenly tingled, and she knew without looking that he was looking at her.

The bartender set down the shot, and she tossed it back in one quick motion. It burned all the way down. She hissed in a breath between her teeth then took another peek at Jax.

Yep. Still looking. One eyebrow lifted subtly. That pissed her off. The man hadn’t spoken to her in ten years—other than to offer a foursome with two other women the night she’d been in here after her college graduation—and now, of all times, he showed up and wouldn’t look away.

As if something about her interested him.

Too damned bad. And ten years too late. She was an engaged woman now.

She motioned to the bartender for another drink.

“A girl who likes her tequila,” Tony muttered, leaning into the counter beside her. His eyes glowed with delight. “That’s pretty hot.”

Mary Catherine gave him a toothy grin. “Down boy. I’ve just decided I’m going to be drinking a lot tonight. Which means you have to behave.” She patted his shoulder. “I’m not expecting you to buy what I’m about to put away, though, so that’s the bright side. But I will take you up on that integrity thing. You keep me safe, okay? At least until my girls get back.”

She motioned to the dance floor with the second shot, where Georgia was dancing with Reed McCormick, and Claire was once again running from a handful of men. They’d been following her around all night as if she were a dog in heat.

“You got it.” Tony nodded like an obedient puppy and scooted in closer. He was taking the job seriously. The other four followed suit. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw no less than three women now crowding around Jax.

Maybe the four of them would have a foursome tonight.

Probably it was his regular Friday-night routine.

She downed the second shot and one of the guys ordered her a third, and then she returned to that night ten years ago…


Liz Bio:

A finalist in both RWA's prestigious Golden Heart award and RITA award, Liz Talley has found a home writing sassy contemporary romance. Her stories are set in the South where the tea is sweet, the summers are hot and the men are hotter. Liz lives in North Louisiana with her childhood sweetheart, two handsome children, three dogs and a mean kitty. You can visit Liz at www.liztalleybooks.com to learn more about her upcoming books.

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Terri Bio:

Author of the Amazon and Wall Street Journal bestselling Anchor Island Series, Terri Osburn started putting words on the page in 2007. Five years later she was named a finalist in the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart contest for unpublished manuscripts. That led to signing with an agent in June of 2012, and the publication of her debut novel, Meant To Be, with Montlake Romance in May 2013. Since then Terri has gone on to sell more than a million books worldwide, and her work has been translated into German, Turkish, Italian, Spanish, and French. Ms. Osburn resides in middle Tennessee with her college-student daughter, four frisky felines, and two troublesome terriers. When she isn't writing, she's either traveling the world to meet new readers, or taking on a home improvement project to justify the purchase of all the power tools now filling her garage.

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Kim Bio:

As a child, award-winning author Kim Law cultivated a love for chocolate, anything purple, and creative writing. She penned her debut work, "The Gigantic Talking Raisin," in the sixth grade and got hooked on the delights of creating stories. Before settling into the writing life, however, she earned a college degree in mathematics and worked as a computer programmer. Now she's pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels. She has won the Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart Award, has been a finalist for the prestigious RWA RITA Award, and has served in varied positions for her local RWA chapter. A native of Kentucky, Kim lives with her husband and an assortment of animals in Middle Tennessee.

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All the King's Horses by Kim Congram




Title: All the King's Horses

Series: Katura Chronicles #1
Author: Kim Congram
Genre: Women's Fiction/Action
Release Date: November 15, 2018




Blurb


There are three ways you become a Monarch
1. Born to it
2. Marry into the family
3. Take it

They stole it

And I had a choice: 
Fall into line, serve our new King, or fight.

My new motto?


It’s only treason if you lose.










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Excerpt

I took one look at the oncoming wall of people and broke the
line. There were too many; we’d be crushed, they’d be injured. It was too
dangerous. Around me, soldiers made similar calls, stepping back, moving out of
the panicked protester’s way. Some tried standing their ground, only to fall
under the first wave. 
"Fall back! Fall back! Let them through!" I ordered, screaming into
my radio. "Fall back! Let them through! Fall back!" 
Some listened, others didn't. I didn't know if they could hear me. It was
pandemonium. It was chaos. 
It was war. 
I watched in horror as a soldier, panicked, started beating a woman who’d run
into him with his baton. She desperately tried to push him away, twisting to
avoid him, trying to move towards the exit. She managed one step before his arm
came down cracking her on the head. She went down, landing on the street,
immediately swallowed by the wave of stampeding feet.
"With me!" I screamed, surging through the crowd, eyes on the spot
the woman had gone down. I prayed someone was behind me. I fought against
the people, using my shield as a weapon. I was pushed, shoved, and beaten as I
clawed my way to where she'd fallen. I stepped on her arm. Immediately pulling
my foot back, I looked down. Her face was a bloody mess, her body completely mangled
with blood and bruising. I stepped over her, bracing a foot on either side, the
soldier who'd hit her nowhere to be found. I held my shield up as still more
people streamed through the narrow entrance, eyes panicked, bodies
bloody. 


What the fuck was going on? 


My radio crackled, but I couldn't hear it over the screaming and thunder of the
crowds. A child tripped beside me. I snapped out a hand, hurling him up,
pushing him behind me. He clung to my leg, whomever he'd been with already lost
in the crowd, pushed along by the surge. 


Fuck. 


A soldier appeared beside me. The guy from earlier. 
"Colonel!" he yelled, struggled to be heard over the crowd. He
braced, lacing his arm with mine, crouching we shuffled slightly, moving to
fully cover the woman. The kid kept clinging to me, his small arms and legs now
wrapped completely around my leg. 
"She's bad," the guy said as the crowd started to thin. 
"I know." Her legs looked broken, and she had to have internal
injuries. Her face was a complete mess. 
"She won't be the only one." 
His arm flexed around mine, but we didn't move. We couldn't. We had to hold, or
we'd all go under. I could see the end of the crowd, the line of soldiers three
deep, followed by a row of trucks. 
"Shit," the soldier yelled. "This is some dystopian
shit!" 
I grunted, shifting my grip on the shield. "Pray the truck is for
casualties." 
The crowd thinned, light enough I could shift into a crouch, my hand going
immediately to the woman's neck. 
"Pulse," I reported. "Weak as shit. She's bad." 
"But alive," he pointed out. "We’ve got to get her
help." 






Author Bio


Kim Congram
is a transplant to Australia’s capital, Canberra. Kim loves it for the food,
the weather, the mountains and even the roundabouts.

She is a
part-time writer, full-time worker bee and lover of all things romance. Kim
lives with the hero of her own love story and their dachshund in their house
full of books.



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