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Monday, July 8, 2019

REALMS OF EDENOCHT DESCENDANTS AND HEIRS by DS Johnson


* REALMS OF EDENOCHT DESCENDANTS AND HEIRS *

* by DS Johnson *

* Fantasy *



Title: REALMS OF EDENOCHT DESCENDANTS AND HEIRS

Author: DS Johnson

Publisher: Rosecrest Publishing

Pages: 312

Genre: Action Adventure Fantasy
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Shaz, Edenocht’s forbidden War Wizard, his elemental mage Serin and,
miniature warriors, the Minca begin their unsurmountable task of
securing the ancient artifacts, the Sev-Rin-Ac-Lava. Their first task of
finding the sheath to the sword Shaz already has, takes them to the
realm of their friends the Minca. The companions find themselves in a
world torn open by earthquakes and melted earth as the evil Necromancer
Semias Trevelis re-incarnates an ancient Runecaster to remake one of the
ancient artifacts. The only hope in closing the torn and scorched realm
is with the help of the two remaining descendants of the original mages
of old, but Shaz doesn’t even know about them, to begin with, let alone
who they are or how to find them. Riddick, the Earth Sage, is deep in
his own dilemma of figuring out his powers and the appearance of new
Islands in the Turbulent Reef, is thrust from one realm to another until
he meets back up with Shaz and the others. Can Shaz and his friends
outsmart the cosmic powers at play and bring together the elements once
again or will there be a ripple of desolation across the planet?

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First Chapter

Heavy
gusts whipped through the barren wasteland. The radiating heat stung their
lungs as they barreled over the uneven ground. Long strands of purple haze
lined the night sky. Murky shadows played tricks on their senses as they dodged
the tiny night insects. Turkill snagged a small stone as he turned a sharp
corner. He placed it in the pocket of his sling and swung it over his head. He
regained his footing and twisted at the waist. He let the momentum propel the
stone. It sliced through the air like a razor and hit the Jaduuk square in the
forehead. The creature fell backward at an instant. The pack of Jaduuk still
behind leapt over their fallen pack mate. They dug their hind legs into the
ground and leapt over scattered boulders with ease.
Ladtwig
ran onto a half-fallen tree and slammed his walking stick into the ground. His
small frame launched into the air.  He
pulled his arms and legs in tight and rolled through the smelly,
orc-like-wolf-hunter’s arms. He somersaulted onto a jagged boulder on the other
side and scurried over the edge.
“Send
our scents into the breeze,” Shaz said.
Serin
twirled her hands, spinning the air before launching it toward the Jaduuk. The
Jaduuk hunter snarled. Drool dripped from his long fangs at the sides of his
mouth. Long ears at the top of his head twitched, and his snout-like nose
puckered as he caught the scent. He skidded in the soft dirt and shot off
toward them. Turkill leapt behind the boulder Ladtwig was behind and rolled to
a stop.
“That
should draw them this way,” Shaz said.
“And
then what?” Serin asked.
“We
set a trap.”
“How
those things are twice our size, and we have no idea what they’re capable of?”
“Then
we find out.”
“You
know, I’m starting to doubt your logic here,” Serin said.
“Here,
help me with this rock.”
Serin
called the air and sent a puff under the immense boulder.  Even with her air magic, the boulder was
almost too heavy to move. She gripped the ground with her toes and stretched
her arms out as far as she could. The boulder inched gradually. Shaz thrust his
shoulder into the stone and heaved. It moved into place and Serin dropped her
arms. They hurried behind the rock and crouched into its shadow.
Serin
gripped the cold stone for support. Shaz could tell she was becoming weaker and
he did rely on her air magic more than he should. Think, think, what would Grandfather tell me to do?  he thought.
“Do
you think you could make a sand pit, while I keep them busy?” Shaz asked.
Serin
studied him with a little surprise. She understood from his expression that he
knew she was tiring. She sucked in a deep breath and nodded. Shaz touched her
shoulder and she became aware of his energy. It tickled her skin and gave her a
little more confidence. Shaz gripped the hilt of the sword and rounded the
boulder. At first, he couldn’t see anything, but then, a funny image played out
in his head. He sucked in a deep breath and the image became a little clearer.
“One,
two, three, four, five.” Shaz counted.
He
found five Jaduuk scents and a blurry image of where they were formed. Three
were larger than the other two and he surmised they were the males. He pulled
the sword from his side and allowed the energy to surge through his arm. He
took several steps from Serin and then ran toward the smaller beasts.
Serin
slipped off her boots and wriggled her toes into the soft sand. She hadn’t
understood why Shaz wanted the boulder moved but now understood it was because
the ground was softer here. She gathered the strength she needed and began
filling the sand with air. A steady stream of wind burrowed into the sand
making the top bubble and bounce. Serin’s arms ached. She closed her eyes and
tried to focus on the wind, but she found it difficult. She breathed heavily,
and her body began to sag. The wind continued to burrow deep into the ground
making the circle widened. She had no idea how big to make it because she had
no idea how big the beasts actually were, or if they could jump high, or at
all.
Shaz
clenched his fist. The pounding of the ground intensified as the pack quickened
their paces. He was confident they had him locked into their senses and the
only way out was to fight. A high-pitched snarl echoed over his shoulder. The
enormous jaguar leapt over Shaz and sank her claws into a Jaduuk. The creature
recoiled. A strong odor wafted through the air and Shaz covered his nose.
Jagwynn gripped the sand and slid on her haunches. The Jaduuk snarled and
roared. Jag returned the roar and leapt at the Jaduuk. The Jaduuk dug its claws
into Jag’s flesh. Jagwynn yelped and her eyes widened. She opened her jaws as
wide as she could and gripped the Jaduuk’s face with her claws. She sunk her
teeth into the think leathery texture of the beast’s neck. The Jaduuk reared
back and tried to shove the huge cat off. Jagwynn swung her tail to keep her
balance as her hind legs pushed herself onto the beast. They toppled to the
ground and the more the Jaduuk wriggled the tighter Jag clenched.
Shaz
ran at one of the smaller Jaduuk. He flipped the sword and sliced the beast’s
chin. The beast roared and stumbled backward. Shaz spun and brought his blade
over his head. The slight glow of the sword’s markings made a mark in the night
sky. He pulled it down with ease and listened to the whipping sound it made.
The blade sunk deep into the shoulder of the oncoming Jaduuk. A high-pitched
howl pierced Shaz’s head and he flinched.
Shaz
flew several feet from another Jaduuk’s fist hitting him in the ribs. Shaz
struggled to breathe as the pain raced to his brain. The cold gritty earth
found its way into his lungs as he gasped for air. Shaz coughed and gagged as a
mixture of blood and sand escaped his lungs. The metallic taste the blood left,
sank into his consciousness. The heat of the Jaduuk’s breath ripped down his
spine. He couldn’t make his body move. No matter how hard he tried and how much
he yelled in his mind, it wouldn’t respond. 
“Stay
here,” Turkill said.
“What
are you going to do?” Ladtwig asked.
“I
don’t know yet, but I have to help.”
“We
are way too small, they will eat us alive,” Ladtwig said.
“Maybe
that’s the way we fight them then,” Turkill said.
“How
do you mean?”
“Well,
they can’t fight something they can’t see.”
“But
they see with their noses.”
“Yep.”
Turkill
pulled all his leather armor and clothes off, clear down to his skivvies.
Ladtwig’s eyes popped out of his head. Turkill pulled his knife from his belt
and sliced several desert plants off their stems. He rubbed them vigorously
until his bronzed skin no longer showed.
Ladtwig
followed and covered himself.
“This
plant stinks,” Ladtwig said.
“Uh
huh.”
Turkill
removed his sling and gathered as many rocks as he could and shoved them into
his pouch. He secured them around his waist and crept out from around the
boulder. Ladtwig filled his pouch and grabbed his dart gun.
“I
thought you were out of darts?” Turkill asked.
“I
am, but you never know.”
The
steady wind had long dried all the water from their bodies. It was hard to move
around without feeling the sting of their skin cracking. The heavy clouds thinned
letting a soft hint of the moon’s light shine over the wasteland. Turkill
caught a glimpse of the pack running toward Shaz and Serin.
“Over
there,” Turkill said.
Ladtwig
nodded and hurried around the other side of a broad faced rock. They froze in
place when they heard Jagwynn snag her prey. Seconds later Turkill waved to
Ladtwig and they maneuvered closer.
The
largest Jaduuk waited at the back of the pack. He twisted his ears back and
forth and sniffed the air. Turkill crept up to a desert plant and cringed as a
twig snapped under his foot. The Jaduuk cocked his head and flicked his long
pointy ear backward. Turkill froze and held his breath. The beast turned and
studied the landscape. He sniffed again and sank his massive claws into the
ground. A deep orange glow radiated from the creature’s eyes. Turkill’s heart
sank and he pushed the bile back into his stomach. Ladtwig tossed a stone
across his path on the other side and the beast turned. The Jaduuk meticulously
searched the night.
Turkill
laid a stone into his sling and sucked in a deep breath. His arm shot above his
head and his wrist flicked the sling so hard that the motion didn’t even take
half a second. The rock soared through the air like lightning and sank into the
back of the beast’s skull. The Jaduuk stopped mid-step and hesitated. He
touched the back of his head and felt the stone. He turned around in slow
motion and tried to make sense of what happened.
Turkill
held his breath as he tried to understand why the rock didn’t take him down. The
beast shook his head and the orange glow returned. Turkill gulped and sunk as
low to the ground as he could. Ladtwig flicked his sling sending another stone
into the Jaduuk’s temple. The beast stumbled but didn’t fall. Turkill scoured
around in his pouch for the sharpest stone he could find and loaded it into his
sling. He stood, raised his arm and flicked his wrist. The stone shot out of
the sling and ripped across the sky.
The
fierce rotation of the rock became like a razor as it sliced its enormous bicep.
Ladtwig slipped as he stepped over a rock and fell. He rolled over and rubbed
his hiney. He hurried to his feet and positioned himself behind a rock. He
reached for another stone, but his pouch wasn’t there.
“Blast,”
he said.
The
Jaduuk turned and moved toward him. Ladtwig hurried to the bush to search for
his pouch. Turkill moved behind a dead tree trunk and loaded his sling. He
peeked over the trunk but couldn’t see the beast. He moved to the end of where
it had been, but it wasn’t there either. He hurried to the other end and peeked
under the haggard roots. He could barely make out the Jaduuk and crept to a
closer rock.
Shaz
gripped his ribs and closed his eyes. A strong sensation coursed his torso
calming the pain to a tolerable degree. He caught a glimpse of Serin stepping
back behind the boulder. His heart swelled with undeniable gratitude for her.
He shook his head and flung the Honor Blade behind him, letting the motion
carry him back to his feet. The Jaduuk jumped back but not far enough. The tip
of the blade raced over its belly.
Shaz
parried and sidestepped. The Jaduuk pulled a battle ax off his back. Shaz
studied the images in his head the best he could and readied himself. Shaz
threw up his sword and caught the ax at its head. He spun the blade and yanked.
The Jaduuk gripped the long-hardened wood shaft tightly in his paw. Shaz let
the blade slip away and parried back. The Jaduuk pounded its chest and howled.
The grounds vibrations rippled into his body. He identified the remainder of the
pack and learned they had mobilized toward them. Still keeping the beast in
sight, he checked to see if Serin was ready yet.
Serin
leaned against the boulder and wiped the sweat from her brows. Her lightweight
cotton tunic stuck to her slender frame. She tried to steady her breathing but
found it difficult. She rubbed her aching arms and shivered from the wind as it
blew against her wet skin. She examined her sinkhole and confident it would at
least take a few of the beasts. Serin brushed off her feet and slipped them
back into her boots. She boosted herself from the boulder and curled her tongue
between her teeth. A high-pitched whistle whipped over the air. The long-draped
fur at the top the Jaduuk’s ears curved over to shield its inner ear from the
noise. Shaz closed the gap and brought the sword up to a side strike. The blade
made contact at the base of the creature’s neck. The ridiculous stench wreaked
havoc on Shaz’s senses and he struggled to keep his nerves. The Jaduuk
staggered, swaying back and forth until it lost consciousness and fell with a
thud. Shaz searched his night vision and determined the rest of the pack wasn’t
far behind.  
Jagwynn
released the lifeless body and searched for her next target. She narrowed her
eyes and slunk close to the ground. The coolness of the red dirt felt good on
her warmed fur. At the back of the pack, she found the smallest Jaduuk and made
her way. Jagwynn lay in the taller straggly grass and waited until the Jaduuk
came close enough. She lunged with her forceful hind legs and released her
claws. Jagwynn sunk her claws into the Jaduuk’s shoulder and flung it to the
ground. She flipped around and lunged again.
The
Jaduuk went sprawling to the ground. Its look of shock and instant fear fed
Jagwynn’s excitement and she sank her teeth into its neck. The Jaduuk squealed
and flailed around but Jagwynn gripped tighter.
Ladtwig
found his pouch and tried to tie it back onto his breeches. The hot breath of
the Jaduuk caressed his bare skin. The hairs on the back of his neck stood out
and his body shivered. He gulped and turned around. His head lifted upward as
far as it could go. The orange glow was now dark red. Its long snout flared,
and drool dripped from its giant fangs that crested its eyebrows. Ladtwig
searched his pouch but his heart sunk when there were no stones. He slid his
foot backward.
Ladtwig
didn’t see the rock behind him and toppled over it. He scooched backward
scrambling to figure out what to do. As he grappled the ground he brushed up
against a prickly plant. He broke off a long stem and jammed it into his dart
gun. The Jaduuk opened his mouth wide and roared. Ladtwig sucked in and blew as
hard as he could through the dart gun. The stick shot out and lodged into the
back of the beast’s throat.
Stunned,
the Jaduuk dropped its ax and grabbed at its throat. Ladtwig scurried out from
under its extensive claws as it staggered around. Turkill shot across the dirt
and loaded his sling. The rock ripped across the sky with a whistle and
embedded into the Jaduuk’s throat crushing its airway. Ladtwig jumped to his
feet and darted back to the boulder they had left their clothes behind. 
“One,
more second,” Shaz said under his breath.
Serin
whistled again and peeked out. Shaz dug his boot into the ground and lunged toward
her. He crossed the distance at full speed and slid to a stop as he rounded the
boulder.
“Are
you ready?” he asked breathing heavily.
“Yes,
but I have no idea how many it will hold?” she said.
Shaz
nodded and peered around the rock.
“In
about ten seconds, run that way as fast as you can and don’t look back,” Shaz
said.
Serin
scowled and searched his face. He wasn’t playing, and a hint of fear crept into
her chest.
“Go!”
he said.
Serin
propelled herself from the rock and dug her boots into the sturdy ground. She
was glad the clouds had thinned letting her see enough of the landscape, so she
didn’t have to stumble around. The pounding of the beast’s heavy claws drowned
out the blood beating in her ears. The sudden boost of adrenaline surged
throughout her body giving her a satisfying renewal. She leapt over a fallen
tree trunk and caught herself as the loose ground moved under her feet.
From
the corner of her eye, she found Ladtwig and Turkill huddled under the lowest
ledge of a substantial rock. She picked up a rock and chucked it at them. They
jumped, grabbed their things and darted toward her. She slowed her pace, so
they could catch up.
“Don’t
stop running,” she said as they met up with her.
“Where’s
Shaz?” Turkill asked.
“He’s
coming,” she said.













































 










As a little girl, DS Johnson thought she was dumb. In the first,
second, and third grades she was in the ‘Resource’ program or ‘Chapter
8’ as it is also called. Even though she was then put in the regular
class, and she was such a young age when she had caught up with the
other students, she knew within herself all too well by then, she was
not a smart child. All the way through high school this girl struggled.
She graduated with a glorious 2.9. Yes, it was heart breaking for those
little numbers to reflect the great struggle and all the efforts she had
put forth.



She went on to start beauty school, figuring she wasn’t college
material. Suddenly, she learned that she wasn’t dumb after all. She was
what is called a kinesthetic learner or ‘hands on’ learner. She LOVED
it. She went on to do very well, for many years. Until, life got
complicated. She had five children, a husband, and a disabled mother who
now required constant care. While contemplating how to earn a little
bit of extra income, now that doing hair wasn’t an option, a thought
came to her.

‘Write a book’ it said.



She replied by looking around and with her finger pointing at herself, and said,

“Who me? I graduated high school with a 2.9 remember?”



The little thought came again, “Yes, you. Write a book.”



It so happened, that she told her younger sister a bedtime story
almost every night as a child and had been telling her children
nighttime stories for most of their lives, so she did. It took five
years to learn from the internet, a few writing classes, some great
blogs, a lot of practice, one very good editor and the awesome support
of her family. But she did it. DS has a wonderful adaption of the
intricately detailed structure of role playing games mixed with the
vivid descriptions of the fantasy genre to create a unique world of
elemental magic, wizards, sorcery and quest filled adventure unlike any
adventure you have seen before.



Her latest book is the action adventure fantasy, Realms of Edenocht Descendants and Heirs.



Website: www.dsjohnsonbooks.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DSJohnsonBooks
http://www.pumpupyourbook.com
 




NBtM Keeping a Warrior by Melanie Hansen



Keeping a Warrior
by Melanie Hansen

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:

Devon Lowe is a survivor.


A survivor of war. Of combat. And of a betrayal by men she considered her brothers-in-arms. But her trailblazing work as a Cultural Support Team member working alongside the Navy SEALs is too important for her to back down now.


Fresh off a painful break-up, Air Force pararescueman Rhys Halloran recognizes Devon’s trauma for what it is—something that’s left her isolated, but far from irreparably damaged.


With Devon’s trust still lying shattered back in Afghanistan, putting her faith in a man who’s nursing a broken heart isn’t easy. But she’s tired of people making her feel weak, and Rhys makes her feel anything but, sparking a heated attraction that was never part of the plan.


With all eyes on Devon to prove herself in a brutal man’s world, having it all will mean putting her heart on the line like never before. But when it comes to Rhys, it’s an uphill battle she’s ready to fight.


Publisher’s Note: Keeping a Warrior deals with topics some readers may find difficult, including past sexual assault.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Excerpt Two:

Rhys watched until Devon had disappeared safely into her room, then turned toward his own with a sigh.

If I were you, I’d watch yourself with her.”

The voice came at Rhys out of the darkness, and he jumped. “Jesus!”

Mullet stepped out of the shadows where he’d been leaning against the wall. He held up his phone. “Came out to call my wife, saw you drive up with Lowe.” He paused. “What were y’all doing?”

None of your business. “Just talking,” Rhys said tightly. “Unwinding. What’s it to you?”

Man, it ain’t nothin’ to me. Just think you should be aware of what you’re dealing with.”

We were just talking,” Rhys emphasized with a slash of his hand. “What exactly am I ‘dealing’ with?”

Why don’t you ask one of the guys she accused of rape? Oh wait, he’s dead.”

Rhys rocked back on his heels. “What?”

Yeah, that first team she was attached to in Kandahar?” Mullet’s voice was hard. “Lowe started fucking one of the dudes there, and when she found out he was engaged, she lost it and accused him and two other guys of rape.”

Rhys’s mouth flapped open and closed uselessly.

She was hanging out with them,” Mullet went on. “Drinking with them, you know? A real party girl. Got into a relationship with this dude, and when he tried to break it off ’cause of his fiancée, she turned on him, tried to ruin his career.”

Where did you hear this?” Rhys croaked. “Did she tell you this?”

Nah.” Mullet shook his head. “You think El-Tee isn’t gonna vet anyone we’re bringing on board?”

Rhys’s face went hot with anger. “And then what, our leadership just sat down and gossiped with you about it, knowing it could destroy unit cohesion before it even had a chance to form? No way. Try again, and leave El-Tee out of your bullshit story.”

Fuck you with the gossip and the bullshit,” Mullet growled. “All you need to know is it’s a fact that accusations were made, there was an investigation, and Lowe was transferred off the team.”

The team Rhys had been a part of for such a short time. One mission. The mission where Devon had made such an impression on him.

It’s your life, Halloran, but that girl’s trouble, and if I were you, I’d keep it strictly business.”

He strode off, leaving Rhys numb with shock. He sucked in a few deep breaths, horror freezing his blood when he saw Devon standing there, an ice bucket in her hand, her face white as a sheet.

Oh, God. She must’ve heard everything.

Devon.” Rhys took a step toward her, and she put up a shaking hand to ward him off.

Just in case you’re wondering if his facts are true,” she said tonelessly, “they are.”

Devon’s knuckles clenched white on the bucket, her lips twisting in a bitter smile. She shoved open her door, and right before she disappeared inside, she turned to look back at Rhys.

Not all war stories are heroic, you know.”

She shut the door with a quiet click.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Melanie Hansen doesn’t get nearly enough sleep. She loves all things coffee-related, including collecting mugs from every place she’s visited. After spending eighteen years as a military spouse, Melanie definitely considers herself a moving expert. She has lived and worked all over the country, and hopes to bring these rich and varied life experiences to the love stories she gets up in the wee hours to write. On her off-time, you can find Melanie watching baseball, reading or spending time with her husband and two teenage sons.

Buy Link:
https://www.amazon.com/Keeping-Warrior-Loving-Book-ebook/dp/B07J3CW95D/

Social Media:
https://melaniehansenbooks.com
https://twitter.com/MelJoyAZ
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009084006829
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13505006.Melanie_Hansen

Interview with Melanie Hansen

  • What is your favorite part of this book and why?

    1. My favorite part of Keeping a Warrior is the scene where Devon and Rhys walk around an old aircraft boneyard and climb into one of the planes. They act a little silly together, and talk a bit, and it’s the first time they realize that they’re really attracted to each other. It was fun to write, and a very romantic scene!
      1. If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day? 
      Absolutely I’d love to spend the day with Devon. She’d have so many interesting stories to tell, especially because her job is working directly with special operations guys! And believe it or not, I’d love to go skydiving with her—a tandem jump, of course, with one of her hot SEAL teammates! 
      1. If you could have been the author of any book ever written, which book would you choose?
      My favorite book, and one of my go-to comfort reads, is Rough Canvas by Joey W. Hill. It’s a M/M romance, a second chance at love story, and it’s an absolutely beautiful read. I only wish I could write something so achingly emotional. I highly recommend it!
      1. Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination? 
      I created Devon after I read a non-fiction book about the U.S. Army’s Cultural Support Team, a unit of women who deploy with special operations guys such as Army Rangers, SEALs and Green Berets. It’s such a fascinating story to me and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write a story about such a badass woman. 
      1. What made you want to become a writer?
      I’ve always been a voracious reader, and I fell into writing almost by accident when I wrote some fanfic for a romance series I enjoyed. It was well-received by the fans of the series, so I kept on with it, until eventually I started writing my own original stuff. It’s turned into a hobby that I really enjoy.

      Thanks so much for hosting me today!


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      GIVEAWAY INFORMATION 

      Melanie Hansen will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.



      Follow the tour and comment; the more they comment, the better their chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2019/03/nbtm-keeping-warrior-by-melanie-hansen.html 



      Ambush in the Everglades by Petie McCarty


      Ambush
      in the Everglades
      by
      Petie McCarty

      Genre:
      Romantic Suspense 

      Plenty
      of action-adventure in this romantic-suspense tale. Photographer
      Kayli Heddon is given the biggest assignment of her career—a photo
      essay on the Everglades Restoration—and a special airboat safari is
      arranged, so Kayli can get her pictures. What she doesn't count on is
      being stranded alone in the Everglades with her handsome and
      unpredictable airboat guide. Kayli is forced to learn some tough
      lessons. Trust means everything in the dangerous River of Grass, and
      a skilled partner makes all the difference in your survival.


      Skye
      Landers takes the airboat safari gig as a favor to his cousin who is
      called out of town. Skye doesn't expect the governor's photographer
      to catch his eye, but Kayli Heddon is unlike any woman he has ever
      met. He knows he should keep his distance, but common sense flies out
      the window whenever she gets near.

      Unfortunately,
      Kayli thinks honesty is the most important thing in a
      relationship—any relationship—and Skye Landers is a fraud. When
      secrets surface from his past, Kayli and Skye are soon on the run
      from more than just alligators.










      Petie
      spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—"The
      Most Magical Place on Earth"—where she enjoyed working in the
      land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
      by night, including her new series, The Cinderella
      Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to
      write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time
      writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and
      her cozy-mystery-with-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel
      Romances.


      Petie
      shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
      horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy
      who made a cameo appearance in
      No
      Angels for Christmas
      .








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      the tour HERE
      for exclusive content and a giveaway!






      Grey Skies by William Becker


      Grey
      Skies
      by
      William Becker

      Genre:
      Horror

      Roman
      Toguri finds himself burying the body of a nun in Boone, North
      Carolina. As the skies darken and it begins to storm, he is forced to
      shove the corpse into his trunk and take it home for the night,
      unaware of the torment that playing God will bestow upon him.


      Enter
      Hell with two bonus short stories: The White Shade, an ultra-violent
      look into the mind of a mass shooter, and The Black Box, a
      psychedelic dive into weird horror.











      William
      Becker is an 18-year-old horror author with a mind for weirder sides
      of the universe. With an emphasis on complex and layered storylines
      that tug harshly on the reader to search for deeper meanings in the
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      The Jade Hunters
      A.B. Michaels
      (Sinner’s Grove Suspense, #3)
      Publication date: June 22nd 2019
      Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Suspense

      A Fortune in Stolen Jewels, a Centuries-old Vendetta: Let the Shell Game Begin.

      Award-winning jewelry designer Regina Firestone is proud to exhibit her famous grandmother’s multi-million dollar “bauble” collection at the grand re-opening of The Grove Center for American Art, known among the locals as “Sinner’s Grove.”

      The fact that she’s considering modeling the jewels in the nude like her grandmother did infuriates photographer Walker Banks, a co-owner of The Grove who’s in charge of the exhibit. Neither is willing to admit the real reason for the sparks between them.

      Their spat takes a back seat when Reggie discovers that one of the most compelling pieces in the collection is not at all what it seems. Tracking down the truth will take the couple into the dark heart of a quest that’s lasted more than a century, one in which destroying human lives—including Reggie’s and Walker’s—means nothing in the pursuit of a twisted sense of justice.

      The Jade Hunters is Book Three of Michaels’ contemporary series, “Sinner’s Grove Suspense.” The series follows the descendants of characters introduced in Michaels’ historical fiction series, “The Golden City.”

      The Golden City: The Art of Love, The Depth of Beauty, The Promise, The Price of Compassion, and

      Josephine’s Daughter.

      Sinner’s Grove Suspense: Sinner’s Grove, The Lair, and The Jade Hunters.

      Note: All of A.B. Michaels’ novels are stand-alone reads.

      For more information, please visit abmichaels.com.

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      EXCERPT:

      “The Modeling Session”

      Taking a breath and turning to the box, Reggie put on the necklace. The bright yellow citrine was cold against her breast, a welcome chill to the flame building inside of her.

      “Now, if you’ll sit on the couch and hand me your robe, we can get started.”

      She did as Walker instructed, foolishly turning away from him as she took off her covering, as if doing so would shield her any more than facing him would. When she turned back, he was adjusting a nearby lamp and re-checking his camera, which he’d set on a tripod. She waited for him to finish, and when he looked up, she handed him the robe.

      Those eyes again. Focused on her. “Are you ready, then?”

      She smiled nervously. “As I’ll ever be.”

      The professional in Walker took over at that point. He began to instruct her in a tone that could only be called “matter-of-fact.”

      “Sit with the vase behind your right shoulder; cross your legs, look to the left … click click click … now the right click click …now straight at me. You … you are meeting your lover and you are wondering where he is … click click … now you are confident he is coming home to you…”

      At one point he moved his tripod closer, adjusted one of the standing lights and leaned in to adjust the stone, which nestled within her cleavage. His hands brushed her skin as he straightened the chain and her body responded immediately, her nipples tightening. Fortunately, he didn’t comment on it.

      He continued in that manner, directing her in a calm, dispassionate voice. She, on the other hand, was positively humming inside, titillated beyond belief that he was fully clothed and she was completely naked. What did he think of her? He had to be comparing her to the historic photos of her grandmother. Was she measuring up? She shivered involuntarily.

      “Would you like me to turn up the heat?” he asked.

      It can’t get much hotter than this, can it? Except if maybe you were naked, too. “No, I’m warm enough,” she managed.

      After the citrine shot came the tigers. He retrieved them from the jewelry box, asked her to stand while she put them on. They reminded her of the theft and her simmering anger bubbled to the surface. “Will anyone know they aren’t the originals? I would be mortified if they could tell.”

      He smiled slightly. “No one but us will know and I promise we’ll re-shoot with the real tigers once we get them back, all right?”

      She smiled her relief. “That was the absolutely right thing to say.”

      Then she froze because Walker had begun to put his hands in her hair. To do so he moved very close to her, close enough that their bodies almost touched.

      “The original had Mandy’s hair up like so,” he said, carefully twisting and arranging her hair.

      Oh, she thought, but said nothing. The scant space between them arced with electricity.

      As he continued to fold her mane into a loose chignon, she took in his scent; it was a cross between leather and wood and male. She fought the urge to close the distance. How could he stand this? Was she the only one feeling this way?

      He stepped back from her for a moment and tilted his head while he perused her. Then, smiling faintly, he pulled a few long hairpins out of his back pocket. She held her breath as he strategically placed them out of sight, his arms encircling her. She knew it wasn’t his intent, but still she felt protected; sheltered; even treasured.

      Then it was over and he stepped back, once again examining his work. She let out a careful breath and cast about for something to say that wouldn’t betray how she was feeling. “How do you know how to do that?” she asked, almost afraid of the answer.

      “Tricks of the trade. On a fashion shoot you’re working with two diametrically opposed concepts: perfection and time constraints. Fixing hair quickly helps bridge that gap. I always keep a few pins in my camera case out of habit.” His eyes gleaming wickedly, he leaned in as if to let her in on a secret. “They’re also good for keeping ties from flapping, applying glue to false eyelashes, and most importantly, closing half-empty Dorito bags.” He matched her smile briefly before stepping back and once again assuming a professional demeanor. “That should do it. Ready to continue?”

      She nodded, unsure how much more of this she could take.

      He captured several poses and then, as he’d done with the first stone, took the camera off its stand and took a series of hand-held shots from various angles. As he moved, he’d call out a running patter of gentle commands and comments like, “Look here,” “Turn quickly,” “That’s it” and “Give me sultry.”

      He paused with his camera by his side. “You really have no idea, do you?” His voice held a touch of wonder and he murmured, almost to himself, “No idea at all.”



      Author Bio:

      A native of California, A.B. Michaels holds masters’ degrees in history (UCLA) and broadcasting (San Francisco State University). After working for many years as a promotional writer and editor, she turned to writing fiction, which is the hardest thing she's ever done besides raise two boys. She lives with her husband and two spoiled dogs in in Boise, Idaho, where she is often distracted by kayaking, playing bocce, and trying to hit a golf ball more than fifty yards. Her historical fiction series, “The Golden City,” explores America’s Gilded Age and its effect on characters, both real and fictional, while her contemporary series, “Sinner’s Grove Suspense,” follows descendants of The Golden City as they navigate today’s equally treacherous waters.

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      Thorn by Intisar Khanani


      Thorn
      Intisar Khanani
      Published by: HarperTeen
      Publication date: March 24th 2020
      Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

      A princess with two futures. A destiny all her own.
      Between her cruel family and the contempt she faces at court, Princess Alyrra has always longed to escape the confines of her royal life. But when she’s betrothed to the powerful prince Kestrin, Alyrra embarks on a journey to his land with little hope for a better future.
      When a mysterious and terrifying sorceress robs Alyrra of both her identity and her role as princess, Alyrra seizes the opportunity to start a new life for herself as a goose girl.
      But Alyrra soon finds that Kestrin is not what she expected. The more Alyrra learns of this new kingdom, the pain and suffering its people endure, as well as the danger facing Kestrin from the sorceress herself, the more she knows she can’t remain the goose girl forever.
      With the fate of the kingdom at stake, Alyrra is caught between two worlds and ultimately must decide who she is, and what she stands for.

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      I lead the king down to the back entrance to the gardens, and we walk along between plots of dill, thyme, and chives. I wait, knowing he will speak when he is ready.

      “How much does your mother confide in you?” he asks as we near the middle of the gardens.

      I slide a look at him from the corner of my eye. “Enough. My lord.”

      His lips quirk, the first true smile I have seen from him. “Is that honest?”

      I pause beside a bed of borage. “How much do I need to know, my lord? You are here seeking a wife for your son.”

      “I am,” he agrees. “How often do you participate in the discussions between your mother and the council?”

      “I don’t, my lord. You should know I am not . . .” I hesitate, aware that I have no place telling this king what he should or should not know. Or jeopardizing such an alliance for my land.

      “Not what?”

      I struggle to find an appropriate way to finish. “Not—it is not thought my place to attend such meetings.”

      “You would never inherit the throne?”

      I could inherit, it is true, but I doubt the council would allow it given my history—and certainly not now that I might marry into another royal family, one that would be happy to add our lands to their own. Either way, should my brother die, the council would certainly pass over me in favor of our nearest cousin. “It is unlikely,” I say finally.

      “I doubt that,” the king says. “It has been my experience that even young men die. What you mean to say is your council would not accept you should your brother die without issue and you were yet unwed. Why?”

      If he knows all the answers, why is he asking? I look him in the eye and quip, “Perhaps I am too honest, my lord.”

      He laughs. “And too straightforward. You will have to learn to play with your words more.” He reaches out, his fingertips brushing my arm where my brother held me. I flinch back reflexively, as if the bruises have already darkened—as if he could see them through my sleeve. He watches me, his eyes glinting in the sunlight. “Once you are Menaiya’s,” he says, “your brother will never hurt you again.”



      Author Bio:

      Intisar Khanani grew up a nomad and world traveler. She has lived in five different states as well as in Jeddah on the coast of the Red Sea. Until recently, Intisar wrote grants and developed projects to address community health with the Cincinnati Health Department, which was as close as she could get to saving the world. Now she focuses her time on her two passions: raising her family and writing fantasy. She is the author of The Sunbolt Chronicles and Thorn (HarperTeen 2020).

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      Daddy Me by Ker Dukey & K Webster





      Title: Daddy Me

      A KKinky Reads Novella Standalone
      Authors: Ker Dukey & K Webster
      Genre: Erotic Romance

      Release Date: July 8, 2019





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      Dreams are
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      Not mine.
      My brother
      likes to keep me on a tight leash, tethered to an unexceptional life.
      But when
      Ronan Hayes walks into our family-owned bar, he opens my cage and offers me
      freedom.

      Ronan wants
      to give me the world.
      A chance to
      take flight and soar.
      He sees
      something special in me, and I want nothing more than to be that for him.
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      He’s my
      dream maker.
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      My books all tend to be darker romance, the edge of your
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      I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be
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      My mom would always have a book in her hand when I was young
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