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Enukara Series by Nina R. Schluntz


Dragons
and Healers
Enukara
Series Book 1
by
Nina R. Schluntz
Genre:
M/M Fantasy Romance


A
simple act of kindness from a human toward a dragon triggered the
Enukara–giving the human the ability to heal the wounds of others.
The dragon bonded to him was granted immortality. The price for this
gift was simple. The dragon’s life was bound to the human.



The
greed of dragons and humans was underestimated. For if an Enukara’s
life was taken by another, they would inherit the immortality blessed
to the dragon. Both human and dragon could steal this gift. The
slaughter of all Enukaras quickly ensued, until one dragon killed his
own Enukara.






The
power he inherited was unfathomable. He hunted and killed every
immortal who had slain an Enukara. A new Enukara emerges who
challenges the mindset of the immortal dragon and the Enukara hopes
to alter the fate of humanity, by showing the dragon how to love once
again.







Immortal
Black Dragons
Enukara
Series Book 2

Zackariah
created an Enukara back when they were being made every day, and
murdered hours later. Despite the odds, he managed to keep his alive
long enough to understand how compassionate humans can be. Decades
later, he meets his Enukara’s son, Jonas, and finds that he is now
an Enukara. Zackariah must decide if he will tell him the truth
behind his mother’s death, even if it risks the relationship
forming between them.

Jonas
knows Zackariah murdered his mother. He can accept this, but not the
swirling lies around the reason why he did it. If he makes the same
error it will lead to not only his death, but the death of all the
Enukaras, present and future.




The
First Generation
Enukara
Series Book 3

The
initial dragon invasion force came to collect and befriend the humans
of Earth. Immortal by birthright, this first generation of dragons
peacefully coexisted with humans for decades until reaching maturity.
By mating with humans, a second generation was created, a solider
force with one mindset, to decrease the population on Earth.

The
current dragons populating the Earth have the ability to create
healers known as Enukaras. The surviving first generation live in
isolation. Jeremiah, an operative from a first generation colony, is
sent out to investigate rumors of a woman pregnant with a dragon. His
encounter with the dragon king, Zackariah, leads to an immediate
infatuation.

Jeremiah’s
attempts to secretly prevent the unborn child’s birth while
seducing the dragon king quickly escalates tension between his people
and those that follow the dragon king.

Jeremiah
must work with the dragon king’s other lover, an Enukara, to
prevent a second dragon war.




Elemental
Dragon Mages
Enukara
Book 4

Meant
to bring harmony to the Earth after years of turmoil from the dragon
invasion, Elemental Dragons emerge and seek their human
counterparts—Dragon Mages.

Deemed
a threat to all current social orders and leaders, some seek to
prevent the Elemental Dragons from finding their mages and attaining
their true powers. Others offer a recruitment program, wanting to
capitalize on their abilities.

Xander
has spent most of his life loyal to the dragon king, who adopted him
as a hatchling. Upon his encounter with a human who can become his
Dragon Mage, he feels his first independent desires and his loyalties
are tested.

Kaylee
never knew her background, or that much about dragons. Finding
herself with a bloodline capable of making her into a powerful mage,
she must decide which Elemental Dragon she desires to bond with, and
which leader she wishes to align with.




The
Second Generation
Enukara
Book 5

The
second generation of dragons, known for being a unified force of
soldiers, have never grown to adulthood. Until now. Destiny is the
first to reach maturity. Nurtured by the dragon king’s closest
allies, she has become more than a killer—she wants to belong. But
she doesn’t fit with any of the dragons or the humans.


As
her first breeding day arrives, she must choose a mate. Her choice
could deter a war, or led to the end of the dragon king’s reign.


The
problem is, only one person knows how much is at stake, Jeremiah,
whose drug abuse has left him barely functional. As Jeremiah’s life
spirals, he realizes the end of all dragons hinges on his ability to
stay sober enough to save the dragon king from his untimely destiny.












Devolution
Enukara
Book 6


Seven
hundred years after the initial dragon invasion, the world is now
controlled by humans. Dragons have devolved into animals. They’ve
lost their ability to shift into humans and with it, their
intelligence. Humans enslave them like the animals they are, using
them to power factories and in some countries, even eat and skin.


Brothers,
Ellis and Wyatt believe the dragons have more potential than
humankind give them. When they discover an escaped dragon in their
barn, they know she’ll be killed if returned to her owners. They
decide to take matters into their own hands and ask a drifter they
met at a bar for help. He’s rumored to be a dragon whisperer and
might just be the one to help the dragons rediscover who they are.








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Nina
Schluntz is a native to rural Nebraska. In her youth, she often wrote
short stories to entertain her friends. Those ideas evolved into the
novels she creates today.
Her
husband continues to ensure her stories maintain a touch of realism
as she delves into the science fiction and fantasy realm. And their
kitty, a rescued Abyssinian, is always willing to stay up late to
provide inspiration.
You
can find Nina on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
Her
blog, mizner13.wordpress.com, has updates on any current or upcoming
novels, plus her thoughts on her most recent reads and movie
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The Witch’s Tower by Tamara Grantham


The Witch’s Tower
Tamara Grantham
(Twisted Ever After #1)
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: March 11th 2019
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Gothel is a witch. Punished for the actions of her mother, her choice is simple: either she stands guard over Princess Rapunzel—or she dies. But just because a choice is easy doesn’t mean it’s pleasant. Protecting Rapunzel means watching as the princess lays trapped in a tower, bedridden by hair that is so long and heavy it’s slowly driving her insane. Gothel’s life has become one of imprisonment and solitude as well—until a prince and his handsome squire appear at the tower.

Only one object can cut Rapunzel’s hair and end the curse: a pair of magical shears. But the shears are guarded by the most terrifying witches in the land, who also happen to be Gothel’s aunts. As Gothel and the prince’s squire, Raj Talmund, work to form a plan, she finds herself more and more drawn to the mysterious young man from the Outerlands. Unfortunately, his destiny is far more dangerous than she wants to admit: to save a princess, he must kill the witch who’s been forced to guard her.

THE WITCH’S TOWER is the first in an inspired new series of fairy-tale retellings from award-winning fantasy author Tamara Grantham.

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Moonlight illuminated the tower as Raj and I crossed into the meadow. The handcart’s wheels squeaked as I pulled it to a stop at the base of the tower. Raj had been true to his word and purchased all the supplies we needed for winter. I couldn’t complain—I was grateful he’d done it. I only hoped he didn’t expect a miracle in return.

Now I had the chore of transporting everything into the tower. Luckily, I’d brought my largest knapsack. As I loaded vessels of lentils, bags of flour, and a few jars of syrup into my bag, Raj stood over me.

“You’re bringing all that up there?” he asked.

“It’s better than leaving it down here.”

“You really live up there all the time?”

“Yes, I only ever come out to gather edibles, or when we’re desperate for supplies.”

“But how do you get water?”

“We have a well inside the tower. Can you help me?” I tossed him an empty burlap sack. If he was so insistent on being here, he might as well help me.

“It seems like a lonely existence.”

I eyed him. Lonely? What did he know of loneliness? I didn’t feel like admitting to this stranger how desperately lonely the past five years had been, how I lay awake at night wishing I had someone to talk to, feeling as if the silence would drive me to insanity. No, he didn’t need to know any of that.

“It’s not that bad. Rapunzel isn’t one for talking, but we have a cat. His name is Jester. He keeps me company most of the time.”

“A cat?”

“Yes. He’s mostly feral. But he’s friendly enough, and he comes and goes as he pleases. He’s even learned to climb the vines to get in and out of the tower. He’s quite clever.” I adjusted the pack’s straps on my shoulders. “Now, let’s get up there before Rapunzel…” I stopped myself. “Let’s get up there.”

With the pack strapped to my back, I turned to the tower. Wind rushed past, battering my hair against my cheeks, as I prepared to speak the spell.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” My words carried on the wind, echoing through the forest.

I waited, nervousness making my hands grow clammy as I held to the pack’s straps, but why did I feel so uneasy? Was it because Raj was with me?

I turned to him. He stood with haunting dark eyes as he watched a coil of ropy, matted hair drop from the tower’s only window high above us. I stepped to the length of hair and grabbed it, holding my breath against the scent of unwashed scalp. I never got used to that smell.

“Should I follow you?” Raj asked.

“Yes. But let me enter first.” Gripping the hair tightly, I started the climb. I made my way toward the window at the top of the tower. Halfway up, my muscles burned, and I focused on breathing to make it the rest of the way. This part was always the hardest, and the sack of supplies weighing me down wasn’t helping. Why did Varlocke have to put his daughter into such an impossibly tall tower?

When I reached the window, I grabbed the ledge. The worn stones felt smooth under my palms as I climbed over, then landed inside. As I straightened, I pulled off the pack and left it on the floor, then focused on the room. Moonlight illuminated the bare stones walls, the well sitting at the room’s center, the wooden chairs, roughly-hewn tables, huge bookcases cluttered with dusty spell journals and vials, and the bed where Rapunzel lay.

I stepped over the matted coils of hair. Pieces of rat and bird bones lay trapped in the knotted strands, seeming to glow white against the dark hair. The sound of gnawing stopped me.

She wasn’t.

“Rapunzel,” I said quietly. “What are you doing?”

The gnawing continued. I approached her on quiet feet, afraid of what I might find. Behind me, Raj scrambled inside the room.

Please don’t let it be the prince.

When I reached her side, her pale, skeleton-white skin glowed in the moonlight. She held a rat.

I exhaled, grateful it was only a rodent and not something—someone—else. A crust of bread and a handful of wild beets sat on the bedside table, but they were untouched.

Raj’s footsteps echoed, and I turned to face him. His tall, lean frame looked so out of place. Only the high sorcerer ever visited, and to have an Outlander squire inside my home unnerved me.

“Is she eating something?” he asked. “What is that?”

“Sorry. It’s the cat’s fault. He catches them and leaves them on her lap. He thinks he’s giving her a prize or something. Rapunzel does that with them sometimes—with the rats—eats them, I mean.” I stumbled over my words, feeling immeasurably mortified that Raj had to see it. But it could’ve been worse.

I approached her. She looked up, as if only seeing me now, and she hissed. With her red-rimmed eyes, it looked as if she hadn’t been sleeping, and her collarbones seemed to be protruding more than I remembered. Her white gown hung off her meatless frame, but at least it was the clean one I’d left for her. She’d managed to change clothes—at least there was that.

“Where is the prince?” Raj asked.

“I don’t know.” I scanned the room. With the large piles of hair covering the floor, he could’ve been hidden, but we should’ve seen some clue he was here—his feet or a hand poking out. Something. “You’re certain he came up here?”

“Yes, positive.”

I studied the tower more thoroughly but didn’t see anything that resembled the prince. Odd. Where was he?

“Rapunzel,” I said, turning to her, “we’re looking for a prince. Have you seen him?”

She shook her head, clutching the rat, her fingers digging into the carcass.

“Please,” Raj said. “I need to find him. His father is the king. He’ll be very sad if he loses his only son. Can’t you tell us where he is?”

Rapunzel focused on the man, but she remained silent. Outside, the sky lightened. Pink streaked through the gray as dawn approached. As the sun rose, sunlight streamed into the room, giving light to the dark places. Something thudded inside the well, and Raj followed me as I maneuvered around the coiled hair toward the raised ring of stones surrounding the deep drop that went straight through the bottom of the tower.

“Is there something in the well?” Raj asked.

“Someone probably.”

I pried open the lid. Sitting atop the wide-mouthed bucket was the prince, who stared up at us with a vacant expression. Hair coiled around him as blue bands of magic wrapped his wrists and ankles. I grabbed his tunic with both hands and attempted to lug him out. He was heavier than he looked.

“How’d he get in there?” Raj asked.

“Rapunzel. She tried to throw him down, I assume.”

“She can do that?”

“With her hair, yes. She’s clever when she’s motivated.”

“He was looking at me!” Rapunzel yelled. Well, at least she was finally speaking.



Author Bio:

Tamara Grantham is the award-winning author of more than a dozen books and novellas, including the Olive Kennedy: Fairy World MD series and the Shine novellas. Dreamthief, the first book of her Fairy World MD series, won first place for fantasy in INDIEFAB’S Book of the Year Awards, a RONE award for best New Adult Romance of 2016, and is a #1 bestseller on Amazon with over 200 five-star reviews.

Tamara holds a Bachelor’s degree in English from Lamar University. She has been a featured speaker at multiple writing conferences, and she has been a panelist at Comic Con Wizard World speaking on the topic of female leads. For her first published project, she collaborated with New York-Times bestselling author, William Bernhardt, in writing the Shine series.

Born and raised in Texas, Tamara now lives with her husband and five children in Wichita, Kansas. She rarely has any free time, but when the stars align and she gets a moment to relax, she enjoys reading fantasy novels, taking nature walks--which fuel her inspiration for creating fantastical worlds--and watching every Star Wars or Star Trek movie ever made. You can find her online at www.TamaraGrantham.com.

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Second Sight by Patricia D. Eddy






Title: Second Sight

Series: Away From Keyboard #4
Author: Patricia D. Eddy
Genre: Military Romantic Suspense

 Release Date: March 12, 2019





Blurb


Green Beret Dax Holloway crawled out of the Taliban prison, Hell
Mountain, barely alive. His captors took more than his sight. They took his
humanity.



Six years later, he’s carved out an existence back in Boston. One dependent on
routines. On walking the same path. Day after day. Through shadows and pain.



Second Sight is his only refuge. The most elite investigative and security firm
in the country—built out of the rubble of his former life—gives him purpose in
a world he can no longer see. A world where he always feels out of place.



Dax thought he’d buried the past. But some ghosts don’t stay dead. And some
wounds are forever.



Evianna Archer’s life makes sense. A brilliant coder, she’s poised to be the
next darling of the tech world—heading up a project that will redefine home
security. Until one moment changes everything.



Her life in chaos, she turns to Second Sight, where the unlikeliest of men
becomes her guide. Dax is everything she shouldn’t want, shouldn’t need,
shouldn't trust. But she's drawn to him, even if his darkness threatens to
consume them both.



When they uncover a shocking secret, Dax must make a choice. Stay broken? Or
risk his heart—and his life—for the one woman who can see past his scars and
into his soul.



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Second Sight is a slow burn military romantic thriller. All books in the Away
From Keyboard Series are standalone romances featuring a different couple, but
past couples and characters play active roles in future books.












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Excerpt

Prologue

Six
Years Ago

Dax

A dim halo
seeps around the heavy canvas our captors tack over the cell doors. After so
long here, I can almost see in the dark. Small variations in the rock walls.
The flutter of air moving a corner of the shroud. My toes—if I wiggle them. Not
that I’ve tried recently. The infection will take my leg soon. Or my
life. 
Let me
fucking die already.
Ry’s gone.
Escaped. Hours ago. Killed at least four on his way out. We were supposed to go
together. But I can’t walk. He set my broken femur two weeks ago. One of the
few times they let us stay in the same cell. But what should have been a minor
burn festered, and now my whole leg is swollen and hot to the touch. At least
they don’t tie me up anymore. 
Booted
footsteps shuffle down the hall. I’m not as good as Ry. I can’t always tell
who’s coming. The canvas is ripped away, and I blink rapidly, the dim lights of
the hall searing my eyes after so long in the dark. 
Rough hands
close around my arms, someone throws a bag over my head, and I’m dragged from
my cell. My leg screams in agony, the white-hot pain sending me barreling
towards unconsciousness. Until they drop me. 
Breathe.
In and out. Focus. 
“Get him
up,” Kahlid—the guy in charge—says, and I’m hauled onto a table. Before I can
try to fight, they’ve tied my wrists together, then lashed me down with ropes
around my torso, my hips, and my ankles. 
Oh fuck.
This is new. 
“Sergeant
Dash. How are you today?” As Kahlid pulls off the hood, I spit at him, but he’s
too far away. 
“Fuck
you.” 
The punch
to my jaw isn’t unexpected. Hell, that’s how the fucker says hello. I taste
blood, the metallic flavor turning my stomach. 
His smile
worries me. As does the glint in his eyes. “Would you like some water?” 
This is
some sort of trick. Say yes, and they’ll waterboard me. I grind my teeth
together, glaring at him, but in my current state, I doubt it’s very effective.
After Kahlid nods, one of his lackeys grabs my jaw and digs in, forcing me to
open my mouth. A pill lands at the back of my throat, followed by half a bottle
of water, and unprepared, I swallow before I can stop myself. 
“Antibiotics
only, Dash. Do not look so…frightened.” Starting to pace with his fingers laced
behind his back, he continues. “Your friend Ryker killed several of my men last
night.” 
“Good for
him.” Another punch, more blood staining my lips. “You gonna keep that up? You
want me to talk, it ain’t gonna happen if you break my jaw.” 
“I do not
want to hurt you, Dash. I only want to know where your friend Ryker was going.
He will not get far. We shot him many times. I am worried for him. Tell me his
escape route, and I promise you, he will not be harmed when we find him. We
will treat his wounds and send him to hospital.” 
“Yeah. And
I’m Santa Claus.” I don’t have the energy to keep this up. My leg throbs with
every beat of my heart, my split lip is swelling rapidly, and I’m nauseous from
the water they forced down my throat. 
Kahlid
leans over me, and shit. The bastard’s a good actor. He actually manages to
look…concerned. “What I have to do, Dash…you will not heal from this.” 
Is he
finally going to kill me? Fear snakes its cold, bony fingers around my heart,
but I’m so far gone, so weak, in so much pain death would be a welcome relief.
“That’s not…my…fucking…name. Whatever you’re…gonna do…just get it…over
with.” 
Behind
Kahlid, two of his lackeys pull on thick, rubber gloves, and my stomach churns.
Not the blowtorch. Or a belt. Or even a metal rod. This…has to be something
different. Kahlid grabs a fistful of my hair—it’s longer now. Hangs into my
eyes. “Where is he? Tell me and I will not have to do this.” 
“Go…to…hell,”
I grunt. “You’ll never…find him.” 
Kahlid
slams my head down on the wooden table, and the edges of my vision darken. His
crooked smile is the last thing I see as a harsh, caustic liquid splashes into
my eyes, and I start to scream. 

* * *

The metal
tray lands on the stone floor with a crash, and I jerk awake, my heart racing.
The cell door slams shut, and a weak glow of light dims as the canvas flops
back down. I don’t know how long it’s been since they blinded me. Kahlid told
me I screamed for half a day. Then he broke the last two fingers on my left
hand when I still wouldn’t talk. The one time they dragged me out of this cell
since, my whole world was a muted sea of dull, washed out colors and agony
every time I forced my swollen eyes open. 
Crawling
slowly, only able to use one arm and one leg without passing out from the pain,
I feel along the filthy stone floor until I find the edge of the tray. 
Fuck. I
hope Ry made it. 
I scoop up
a bit of the rice slurry with my uninjured hand, then let it fall through my
fingers. I can’t. They’ve taken everything. Dax Holloway doesn’t exist anymore.
Hell killed him. I don’t know when it happened. Every beating. Every scar.
Every time they threw me in that goddamned hole. Left me there until I was out
of my mind with hunger. 
I can’t
walk. Can’t make a fist with my dominant hand. Can’t…see. Why keep fighting?
Months ago, I was ready to give up. Starved myself for what I think was a week.
Until they force fed me, then whipped Ry until his back was bloody. But he’s
gone. Safe. Or dead. 
Forcing
myself to sit up, I grab the tray and fling it against the bars. That’ll earn
me another beating. More broken bones. I don’t give a shit. “You want me to
talk? How’s this? You’re all a bunch of sadistic fucks. You can carve me into a
thousand pieces, and I’ll still never tell you what you want to know!” 
I collapse,
my head hitting the dirty floor. Shouts echo down the winding stone hall, and I
try to scramble back, knowing they’ll come for me. I don’t care what they do,
but I won’t make it easy for them. 
Despite all
the months I’ve been here, I still can’t understand much Pashto. But Kahlid’s
men sound panicked. Heavy footsteps race down the hall past my cell, and then…
Gunfire.
Not AKs.
Not Taliban guns. Colt M4s. SEALs. Special Forces. Rangers. 
“Go, go,
go!” someone shouts, a hint of a Southern twang coloring their words. 
“Four
hostiles down,” another voice responds. “Clear.”
Wrapping my
good hand around the bars, I try to pull myself up. “American,” I call weakly.
“Here.”
“Get that
goddamn door open. Now.” Light flares, bright enough to penetrate my swollen
lids, as the canvas is ripped away, and a dark shadow looms as someone breaks
the lock. “Holloway?”
“Yes.” I
reach out a tentative hand and find a tactical vest as the man kneels next to
me. “Who—?”
“West
Sampson. SEAL Team Eight on a joint op with ODA. Can you—”
“Where is
he?” Ryker roars from down the hall. 
Oh God.
He made it. 
“Third
cell,” West calls. “I’m bringing him out.”
Only a few
feet away now, Ryker growls, “No one touches him but me. Dax?”
I jerk my head
towards his voice, opening my eyes, desperate to see him. Except…I can’t. Not
after what those fuckers did to me. The pale reddish glow from the hall
brightens as the heat of a flashlight paints my face. 
“Fuck. Dax,
what the hell…? Your eyes.”
“Questions
later,” West says. “This place is coming down as soon as we’re clear. Get him
up and move.” 
“Where’s
Kahlid?” Ryker asks as he hauls me over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, his
arm hooking under one knee as he grips my wrist tightly. Unable to see or tell
up from down, I can’t orient myself, and nausea crawls up from my stomach when
he starts hustling down the hall. 
Shouts,
another three shots. “Blue Team Alpha approaching egress point. Need a location
on Target Zulu,” West says. 
We start to
climb. I’m…safe. I’m going home. The tears gathering in my burned and blistered
eyes send shooting pain through my skull, but I don’t care. 
“Roger
that. Kahlid’s down. They’ve got him at the mouth of the cave. He’ll be dead in
five minutes.” 
“Then we’ve
got time.” Ryker’s voice lowers, turns grave. “He’s ours, Sampson. Give us
sixty seconds alone with him, then we’re gone.”
West
doesn’t respond—at least not that I can hear. The first whiff of fresh, free
air smells like heaven, and then West orders everyone to fall back. Somewhere
below me, I hear raspy, rattling breathing. 
“I told you
I’d kill you,” Ryker says as he bends and sets me on my feet. Keeping an arm
around my waist so I don’t collapse, he presses a pistol into my hand. 
“I can’t
see, Ry,” I whisper. “You have to—”
He shifts
me. “Put your other arm around my shoulders and hang on. I’ll aim for you. We
fire together.”
With a nod,
I clutch the back of his tactical vest so I don’t fall, and he supports my left
arm with his. To my right, he cocks his pistol. 
“Fifteen
months, asshole. Every day, I pictured this moment. When your last sight would
be the two men who took down Hell. Say your prayers, fucker.” After a beat,
Ryker snorts. “On second thought…don’t.” 
We fire
together, and as the gun falls from my shaking hand, Ryker says, “We’re going
home, brother.” 
Home. As
Ryker half-carries me down the mountain and a series of explosions shakes the
ground under our feet, I start to sob. We might be going home, but I’ll never
see Boston again.






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Patricia D. Eddy lives in many worlds. Witches, vampires,
and shifters inhabit one of them, military men and women fill another, with
sexy Doms and strong subs carving out the final slice of her literary universe.
She admits to eleven novels (though there are at least five unfinished drafts
on her desk right now), all while working a full-time job, running
half-marathons, and catering to the every whim of her three cats. Despite this
whirlwind, she still finds time to binge watch Doctor Who all of the Netflix
Marvel shows, and most recently, The Handmaid's Tale. Oh, and she hopes to one
day be able to say that she plays the guitar. Right now, she mostly tortures
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Surprise, Baby! by Lex Martin & Leslie McAdam





Title: Surprise, Baby!

Standalone Companion Novel to All About the D
Authors: Lex Martin & Leslie McAdam
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Adult Contemporary
Release Date: March 12, 2019




Blurb


There’s a fine line between lust and hate.

I don’t care that Drew Merritt spent the last year
transforming himself from grungy slob to sexy playboy. With messy, dirty blond
hair and gorgeous eyes, his looks aren’t the problem.

His mouth is.

And the stupid things that come out of it.

But after an emergency strands us together, and he does his
damnedest to take care of me… 

Let’s just say there’s one thing we don’t clash on.

And it doesn’t involve talking.

I’ve despised Drew since I met him years ago. One weekend
can’t change us that much, can it?

Spoiler alert: It doesn’t.

Except he left me a little keepsake.

And in nine months, I’ll have a surprise for Portland’s most
notorious player.







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Lex Martin

Lex writes contemporary romance, the sexy kind with lotsa
angst, a whole lotta kissing, and the hot happily ever afters. When she's not
writing, she lives a parallel life as an English teacher.

She loves printing black and white photos, listening to
music on vinyl, and getting lost in a great book. Bitten by wanderlust,
she's  lived all over the country but
currently resides in the City of Angels with her husband and twin daughters.


Lex is represented by Kimberly Brower of Brower Literary
& Management.





Leslie McAdam

Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little
Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small
orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small
children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves - even if it means
letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avid reader from a
young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it's
Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing
about the men you fantasize about. She's unapologetically sarcastic and
notoriously terrible at comma placement.

Always up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all
things. When she's not in the writing cave you'll find her fangirling over
Beck, camping with her family, or mixing up oil paints to depict her love of
outdoors on canvas.

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Hidden Powers by Tara Lain





Can a werewolf who makes people disappear save his world -- and get the boy of his dreams? 







HIDDEN POWERS 
(Superordinary Society Series, Bk 1)
By Tara Lain 

Blurb
Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.
Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.

Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.


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Excerpt


Excerpt 3 – Hidden Powers by Tara Lain
The movie started, and as he’d guessed, it was crappy. But Carla was into it. She bounced in her seat and munched handfuls of popcorn. Neither Jazz nor Dash had gotten any, although Jazz had opted for the vanilla cola he and Carla both loved. Jazz kind of wished he’d gotten popcorn, since maybe it would have helped distract him from the warmth of Dash’s long, firm thigh just inches from Jazz’s leg. The heat kept spreading like a lava flow up to parts that didn’t need any more warming, and Jazz kept shifting from buttcheek to buttcheek.
Carla leaned over. “I got way too much popcorn. You guys want some?”
Dash stared skeptically at the huge bag Carla passed, but Jazz reached over, grabbed it, and clasped it like a life preserver, then held it out to Dash.
As two werewolves roared and attacked each other on the screen, Dash glanced at the offer, then slid a hand into the half-empty bag, dug around, and guided a handful of white kernels toward his mouth. Jazz dragged his eyes away from those lips that he could easily imagine devouring something other than popcorn. He dug his own hand into the bag, grabbed a handful, and shoved it into his mouth, spilling several puffs down his front.
Dash murmured, “Um, good.”
Jazz agreed. He dove for more as Dash did the same, and their hands met somewhere in the middle of the bag, bumping. They both froze.
Jazz held his breath. What to do? Just as he almost made a decision to pull his hand out, he—did he?—felt Dash’s finger move. The soft, warm digit might have caressed the palm of Jazz’s hand. Maybe. Now he really didn’t know what to do.
Two of Dash’s fingers dragged over Jazz’s palm, an area of his body that must have nerves stretching directly to his penis because the pressure produced an equal and opposite reaction. For a second, they sat there, frozen, Jazz’s whole brain dwelling somewhere between his thighs. Then Dash intertwined their fingers and Jazz thought he’d have an orgasm right there, every nerve-ending throbbing.
“Hey you guys, don’t bogart the popcorn.” Carla reached across Dash’s body toward the bag. Fortunately, her eyes remained fixed on the screen where two werewolves were stalking each other through the forest.
Dash managed to let go of Jazz’s fingers, and Jazz pulled his hand out in time to allow Carla to drag the bag away from his erection, which was so huge it could probably shove ten people out of the theater.






About the Author


Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance —  and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.   








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