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Freak by Winter Travers

Title: Freak
Series: Fallen Lords MC Book 7
Author: Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 29, 2019






Freak has watched his brothers fall for the women they love time and time again and is more than familiar with the signs of a man about to hand over his heart.

When Carnie comes tumbling into the clubhouse asking for help, all it takes is a bat of her innocent stare and sassy tongue for Freak to know what is about to happen. But when he finds out how old she is, he hesitates to stake his claim. As a Fallen Lord through and through, he will make sure to protect her even though he’s promised himself not to touch her.

Can Carnie convince Freak age is just a number, or is he on a one way track out of her life?




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Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and the place they now call home.

Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

Winter loves to stay connected with her readers. Don’t hesitate to reach out and contact her.



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Bane of Tenebris by Blaise Ramsay


Bane of Tenebris
Blaise Ramsay
(Wolfgods #2)
Published by: FyreSyde Publishing
Publication date: July 20th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Alexander Kain has been through hell. For centuries, torture, bloodshed, war and living in the shadow of a powerful father have haunted his every dream. Born to die in the place of another due to an ancient pact, he has resigned himself to isolation to wait for death’s sweet embrace. Everything changes when a young woman – a hybrid; both vampire and lycan – arrives beaten and left for dead at his doorstep.

He couldn’t have known that saving her would lead him down a twisting, winding road. One filled with old rivals longing to settle a score, former lovers of a bygone, taboo past or an unlikely alliance with the monsters he fought during centuries of war.

The dark god who tortured Kain disappears, his methods and plans unsettling. He must come to grips when his past if he is to survive. However, unlike the loneliness he once knew, Kain falls in love with the woman he found naked in the woods.

A love that just might be what he needs to put the ghosts of his past to rest.

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CHAPTER 3:

Tala’s chest hurt from running. Unfamiliar screams filled her ears, shifting into angry snarls and growls. Something rammed her hard enough to knock her down, but she quickly recovered and continued to run. Black shapes surrounded her, lashing out with their claws, leaving painful bites across her skin.

Exhausted, Tala collapsed. As she lay on the ground, her vision blurred and faded from the dark images to one of an angelic-faced man with dirty blonde hair.

Tala opened her eyes, free from the fractured memories, finding she no longer lay on the ground in the woods. Groaning, she tried to push herself onto her elbows to take in her surroundings and her condition.

She looked down to find herself naked, half covered in thick blankets, and her wounds cleaned and wrapped.

Lifting her eyes to the rest of the room, she saw a round, black wood burning stove in the corner. In its maw an orange fire glowed.

When the door opened, Tala jerked her attention towards the noise of the creaking hinges. The same man she thought she only dreamed of walked in carrying a plate of food and extra bandages.

Polished, sculpted muscles lay scarcely hidden beneath the white undershirt he wore. The faded, dark blue jeans sat low on his hips. The features of his face remained soft, yet Tala could see they were worn by time.

She felt her cheeks heat the longer she stared. The only imperfections were the jagged scars covering the copper skin of his arms.

“Oh, you’re awake. I’m glad. I began to wonder if you would wake at all,” the strange man said as he set the plate on the table next to the bedside and grabbed the bandages.

Tala backed away so quickly she underestimated the distance and fell over the bed’s edge, landing to the floor with a THUD!

The man clenched one eye closed, hissing through his teeth. “I’m sorry. That looked rather unpleasant.”

The man strode around the other side of the bed and took a knee in front of her. His gentle eyes met hers. In a tender voice, he said. “I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Alexander Kain. May I ask your name?”

Kain held out his hand to help her up.

“Tala. My name is Tala,” Tala replied, taking Kain’s hand. “Where am I and how did I get here?

“You’re in my home. I found you injured in the woods not far from here. You’ve been unconscious for almost a week now,” Kain said. He took the food from the bedside table and setting it down in front of her. He followed with his own question, “Do you know how you came to be in the woods?”

Tala rubbed her head, groaning. The images from the dream returned to her, causing her to tremble. “I…I remember running. There were black shapes. I don’t remember anything before that.”

Kain helped Tala sit back down on the bed. “These black shapes. Do you recall something strange about them?”

“They moved fast. I remember the stings of pain each time they got close.”

Kain sat down next to her on the bed. “It’s okay. It may take time for your memories to return. I’m not sure how long you were out there. Try to get some food and rest. I will come back later to check on your injuries.”

“Wait. Where am I? What city?”

“Big Timber. About a mile outside of it to be specific,” Kain replied.

“Big Timber?” Tala’s eyes widened. “I was trying to get here.”

“Get some rest and eat. We can talk more later.” Kain departed the room without saying another word.

****

Kain leaned against the wooden railing of his covered porch, his eyes focused on the line of trees around the perimeter of his cabin. In the shadows, he made out glowing eyes staring from beyond the gloom. Snarls could be heard above the silence.

The lights of a black Mustang could be seen driving up the gravel road towards the cabin.

He soon recognized it, grinning. “Well, well, well. It seems I’m suddenly very popular.”

Kain waited for the car to stop and the engine turned off before descending the wooden stairs.

Gabriel stepped out of the driver’s side, running a hand through shoulder length, curly dark hair. “It’s good to see you, old friend.” He commented in a thick European voice, embracing Kain.

“You as well. What brings you so far out of your pack’s territory?” Kain asked, his eyes never leaving the trees.

Gabriel followed Kain’s line of sight. “You see them as well?”

“Yes. As of yet, they have not ventured any closer. I cannot be sure of how long that will last. Come, we can talk inside.” Kain motioned Gabriel towards the front door.

When they got inside, Tala sat in the living room in front of the fire with a cup of water in her hands, wrapped in a borrowed blanket. She jumped when Kain came in with Gabriel.

Gabriel whistled at seeing how pretty the young woman was. “Who’s this?”

Kain shook his head, sighing and reaching the heel of his hand to the side of his head, eyes turned towards the ceiling. “Honestly, Gabriel, must you really?”

Gabriel shrugged, holding his hands up as he approached Tala. “I won’t hurt you. My name is Gabriel Locke. I’m Kain’s friend.” Gabriel held out his hand. Tala waited for a nod from Kain before she reached to shake it. “There, see? What’s your name?”

Tala told him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Gabriel kissed her hand before addressing Kain. “Kain, I wish I came here to catch up, but I’m afraid that isn’t the case.”

“I imagined it wouldn’t be. You rarely come to make a social call. What is it?” Kain sat down in the recliner while Gabriel chose to sit on the floor.

“Ramona contacted me,” Gabriel said. A low rumble in the back of his throat. “Stoker survived the battle at the Stones and slithered to the Cardozas in Great Falls. He’s informed Anthony of the events that happened here. So far, it doesn’t appear to Ramona that Anthony even cares.”

Kain listened to Gabriel go into the details about how Anthony Cardoza, the Don of Great Falls, began to search for an item of unknown origin. His escapades caused horrendous damages to the lycan packs surrounding the city.

During the conversation, Kain’s eyes never left Tala. Her actions indicated signs of familiarity with the situation.

“What is the damage so far, Gabriel?” Kain asked.

Tears began to fall down Tala’s face. Out of the blue, she commented on how the Don began slaughtering the pack, recalling instances of smells of smoke and copper. Black shapes ripped and tore flesh from bone amidst crumbling cinders of houses lycans used to live in peace.

Gabriel pushed his legs underneath himself to stand. “That about sums it up. Ramona says Desdemona is trying to reign Anthony in, but her efforts are going unheard. Whatever he’s looking for, he wants it enough to commit genocide.”

Kain shoved himself up from his chair so strongly, the force sent the legs skidding across the wood floors. “We will not let this go unchallenged. Gabriel, give me two days and I will return to the battlefield. For now, considering our unwanted guests, you should stay for the night. Return to your pack in the morning. They will need you.”

Gabriel nodded, retiring to one of the guest rooms Kain often let him use when he visited.

****

After Gabriel left the room, Tala watched Kain walk into the kitchen. Curious, she got up to follow him and peeked around the doorframe to find Kain staring out of the window above the sink.

“You don’t have to hide. Come in,” he said in the same tender voice he used in the room upstairs.

Tala walked into the kitchen, sitting in the chair closest to Kain. She stared at his arms, taking in every jagged scar tarnishing his skin. She wanted to ask where he got them but held herself back.

“You said your last name is Kain? I’m not sure where, but I’ve heard it before.”

Kain pulled up a chair and sat in front of her, his elbows resting on his thighs. “Have you? It’s an unusual name around here.”

“Yes. I heard stories about someone named Kain from the elders of my pack. They called him Penta-something,” she closed her eyes trying to remember.

“Pentacost.”

When their eyes met, Tala could see how sad he looked. “I think so. Did you know him?”

Kain closed his eyes. A remorseful sigh blew through his nose as he rose from the chair. “It does not matter. Be ready. In two days, I take you to Big Timber.”

****

The following morning, Gabriel left after having coffee and talking with Kain over breakfast. He hadn’t been gone long before a rustling and clanging from outside made Kain focus on the window overlooking the shed he usually prepared his catches in.

“They have finally come closer.”

“They?” Tala asked. She glanced around, her brows lowered in fear, scooting closer to Kain.

As he headed to the front door, Kain spoke of the black shapes Tala mentioned, labeling them as werewolves and being sure they followed the commands of someone. He put on his jacket and went outside to confront the monsters tearing his supply shed apart.

Kain stayed close to the side of the cabin and snuck around the perimeter until his shed came into view.

Werewolves ripped and tore at the wooden walls of the shed, tearing meat from drying racks and fighting over meat they took from the overturned freezer.

A slight rustle in the tree line behind him brought Kain’s attention to the new visitor. The large wolf form identified him as a lycan, not a werewolf.

Whites overtook Kain’s eyes at the realization of the familiar black fur. No, it cannot be.

The lycan grinned, his fangs dripping with saliva over dark gums. Triangular ears stiffened towards the sky, deep orange eyes the color of a burning sunset thinned with satisfaction. Something about him seemed distorted; defiled as though he were bathed in Barghast’s shadow. In a flash of fur and shadows, the lycan vanished into the trees.

A moment in his past flashed in his mind. The howling of a lycan in pain, the taste of blood, an angry promise of vengeance. Rage filled gales of wind and rain whipped, stinging with the icy knives of winter. Those eyes. I remember those eyes.

****

Tala jumped as Kain burst through the door, slamming it shut. He ran up the stairs only to return with what appeared to be a camper’s bag. He ordered Tala to be prepared to go, his words laced with urgency.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s no time. We need to go.” Kain rustled through a drawer, grabbing the keys to his car. Handing Tala some clothes to borrow, Kain told her to wait for him to call to her.

Tala wanted to argue but resigned to getting dressed and waiting until she heard Kain call to her from outside before following him.

Kain stood next to the open driver’s side door, focusing his eyes on the surrounding area. He waved his hand, beckoning her towards the car.

Tala ran down the stairs, brushing her hair away from her face to keep it from hindering her sight.

She got into the car as the first werewolf jumped towards her, snarling. Tala raised her arms to her face, prepared to be struck with its claws. When no attack came, she opened her eyes to see Kain restraining the flailing monster, his strong arms around its ribs.

Kain growled as he tightened his forearm around the thrashing monster’s neck. A sickening snap made the monster fall limp, its tongue lulling out of its mouth.

Kain threw the body aside before he got into the driver’s side of the car, closing and locking the door. His breath heaved.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done that,” He smirked. Shifting the car into reverse, Kain slammed his foot on the accelerator making the tires shriek in protest.

When they reached the main road, Tala saw the werewolves running alongside the car in the trees. “What do they want?”

Kain didn’t answer. The arrival of the lycan made him second guess his original theory as to why the werewolves stalked his cabin.

A werewolf slammed its body against the driver’s side door of the car, jarring it.

In response, Kain used the body of the vehicle and the guardrails of the highway to pin the werewolf between them. It whimpered and howled in pain as its flesh was severed from its side, in a storm of sparks and grinding metal.

Another werewolf took a flying leap into the windshield from the middle of the road, claws outstretched, fangs bared. The impact cracked the glass. It grasped at the hood with its claws, sending sparks where steel met bone.

“Hang on!” Kain said, slamming on the brakes, sending the creature flying down the pavement.

There were too many of them to outmaneuver, especially when Kain couldn’t change and had Tala to contend with. He began to wonder if he could get either of them out of this encounter alive.

A howl above the wind made the werewolves freeze.

“What is that?” Tala asked.

Kain smirked, stopping the car. Just beyond the tree line, he saw Gabriel skidding down the side of the hill.

Lune followed behind him while an obsidian wolf, Kain recognized as Jillian sprinted ahead of them. Scott and Nathaniel followed close on her flanks.

The werewolves remained still. Another howl, like the shriek of a banshee, forced them to retreat into the woods.

Kain got out of the car to greet his friends.

Gabriel walked to the head of the pack, shaking his head side to side, snuffing.

“It’s good to see you. How did you know?” Kain asked.

Gabriel turned his head. Kain followed his gaze to see a pure white wolf with black markings on his paws, chest, ear tips and tail walking towards them.

Kain grinned, offering a slight bow of his head. Damien broke into a canter until he reached Kain, whimpering. He lowered his ears, nuzzling his friend’s stomach.

Tala got out of the car, her eyes locked on the white wolf Kain petted. “Lycans.”

Kain rose up to look at her.

“My mother is a lycan. She’s the one who told me to come here,” Tala replied, remembering the voice of her mother begging her to run.

Damien looked at Kain, tilting his head, whimpering.

“I will tell you more when we get to your house.” Kain turned on his heel to walk back to his car.



Author Bio:

FyreSyde Publishing owner and founder Blaise Ramsay worked over fifteen years in the graphic design industry, with some experience in indie gaming. Recently she shifted her attention to the world of literature with her debut paranormal romance series, Wolf gods. The debut title, Blessing of Luna is set to release in 2018. She currently lives in North Texas with her two children, her husband and pets. A UTD graduate with a Bachelor's in History with an intention on teaching, Blaise decided that the world of teaching just wasn't for her. A stay at home mother of two, business owner and self-publisher, Blaise loves to meet new people and encourage others to follow their dreams through weekly posts to her instagram, twitter, facebook and blog.

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Tangled Web by Gail Z. Martin

Audiobook Blog Tour: Tangled Web by Gail Z. Martin

Author: Gail Z. Martin

Narrator: Therese Plummer

Length: 8 hours 26 minutes

Series: Deadly Curiosities, Book 3

Publisher: Tantor Audio

Released: August 21, 2018

Genre: Paranorma Fantasy


Cassidy Kincaide runs Trifles & Folly in modern-day Charleston, an antiques and curios shop with a dangerous secret. Cassidy can read the history of objects by touching them, and along with her business partners Teag, who has Weaver magic, and Sorren, a 600-year-old vampire, they get rid of cursed objects and keep Charleston and the world safe from supernatural threats.

When zombies rise in Charleston cemeteries, dead men fall from the sky, and the whole city succumbs to the "grouch flu", Cassidy, Teag, and Sorren suspect a vengeful dark witch who is gunning for Teag and planning to unleash an ancient horror.

Cassidy, Teag, and Sorren - and all their supernatural allies - will need magic, cunning, and the help of a Viking demigoddess to survive the battle with a malicious Weaver-witch and an ancient Norse warlock to keep Charleston - and the whole East Coast - from becoming the prey of the Master of the Hunt.

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Gail Z. Martin writes urban fantasy, epic fantasy and steampunk for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, Falstaff Books, SOL Publishing and Darkwind Press. Urban fantasy series include Deadly Curiosities and the Night Vigil (Sons of Darkness). Epic fantasy series include Darkhurst, the Chronicles Of The Necromancer, the Fallen Kings Cycle, the Ascendant Kingdoms Saga, and the Assassins of Landria. Together with Larry N. Martin, she is the co-author of Iron & Blood, Storm & Fury (both Steampunk/alternate history), and the Spells Salt and Steel comedic horror series. Newest titles include Tangled Web, Vengeance, The Dark Road, and Assassin’s Honor. As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with her Witchbane and Badlands series.
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Q&A with Author Gail Z. Martin
Q: How drew you to writing Urban Fantasy?

A: I love the idea of supernatural creatures and magic in the modern, ‘real’ world. The thought that there are things lurking in the shadows that we don’t know are there...That just turns the plot bunnies on for me!

Q: This series is set in Charleston, SC. How did you pick that city?

A: I went to a conference there, and saw how beautiful it was and how haunted. I decided right then I needed to set a series there! It’s got such a great vibe, but it hasn’t been used in a lot of books like New York or New Orleans.

Q: What does Urban Fantasy mean to you?

A: For me, it’s about magic and monsters that are part of our world, just out of sight, hiding from our notice. It’s ghosts and supernatural creatures and magic. It’s curses and haunted places and things that go bump in the night.

Q: Who are the main characters in Tangled Web?

A: Teag Logan is on the cover. He works at Trifles and Folly, an antique and curio shop in Charleston that really exists to get haunted and cursed objects out of circulation. He has the ability to weave magic into cloth and he’s also an amazing hacker.

Cassidy Kincaide owns Trifles and Folly, and she can read the history of objects by touching them.

Her boss is Sorren, a nearly 600 year-old vampire, who is part of a group of mortals and immortals who save the world from supernatural threats. Cassidy and Teag work with Sorren to protect Charleston and the world.

Q: What fascinates you about the supernatural?

A: I’m fascinated by the idea of magic, of people and creatures that are more than or different from what we expect. I love the idea of being able to do things no one else can do with magic, or to have extra supernatural abilities. And I just like the creepy factor.

Q: Have you always liked stories about ghosts and haunted places?

A: I got my first book of ghost stories when I was a kid. My favorite TV show when I was a preschooler was about vampires. I always wanted the monsters in ScoobyDoo to be real. And I love walking around in cemeteries, looking at the monuments, making up stories about the people in my mind!

Q: How do you get your ideas for stories?

A: Everywhere. I see things in the headlines, or on the History Channel, or I see a movie or TV show and think...hmm, what if it had gone another way? I overhear people talking in the line at the supermarket, or at a restaurant, and that will take me off in another direction. Ideas are everywhere!

Q: You use a lot of local history in your story. What’s your research process?

A: I look up the history of a place before I use it in a book, and I also make sure to look at urban legends and ghost stories about the area. I also look into famous scandals and crimes, abandoned places, haunted sites. If there’s a particular object involved in the book, I’ll look into it. I draw on photos of local landmarks for descriptions. If possible, I visit the site to get the vibe. I also use Google Street Views sometimes. It’s a lot of fun!

Q: How much do you draw on local urban legends and ghost stories?

A: A lot. The more I can tie a story into the setting, the more natural it feels, like it couldn’t happen anywhere else. I want the setting to be like a character in the books, to feel real to the reader. The legends and ghost stories say a lot about a place’s history and the kind of people who lived there, the types of struggles they had.

Q: How do you handle using real places and people in your books?

A: If it’s a public place or a monument or a government site, I will use the real name. If it’s a private business, I’ll make up a fictitious version. That way I can do with the setting what I want without worrying about making a business owner mad. Also, if I make up my own version of a business or restaurant, then I control it, and I don’t end up mentioning a place in my books that later goes out of business! As for people, I generally only use real people who are dead and were famous.

Guest Post
Haunted Heirlooms and Cursed Curios
By Gail Z. Martin
I grew up going to antique stores and flea markets with my parents. All of the unusual items intrigued me. So many interesting things that were strange, beautiful, or just plain odd. Some I didn’t recognize, and had no idea about what they did.

So I made up stories about the items, and the people who owned them, as well as how they came to be for sale. That turned what might have been a boring wait into an adventure. Many of the shops had that dark, dusty look to them where it didn’t seem impossible for magic to happen, or a cursed item to be lurking in a corner.

It always fascinated me to think about the people who had owned those items. What did the object mean to them? Was it a gift? A souvenir? Something with sentimental meaning? It seemed so sad that their stories were lost. And sometimes, I’d come across an item that just felt ‘wrong’. It made me draw back and not want to touch it. It gave me the creeps. Probably my imagination, but who knows?

Trifles and Folly, the antique and curio shop in Tangled Web (and my Deadly Curiosities series) is based on all of those memories, as well as imagination and a few nightmares. The idea of a store making sure that haunted and cursed items are removed from circulation so they can’t hurt anyone really sparks my imagination. After all, you never know where that interesting antique might have been!


Teag Logan—Looks a bit like a young Keanu Reeves. Skater-boy dark hair. Late twenties. Tall and slender. Had been working on his Ph.D. In history before he got a summer job at Trifles and Folly, discovered his Weaver magic, and decided that saving the world was more interesting.

Cassidy Kincaide—Think of Nicole Kidman in her twenties, with strawberry-blonde hair. She inherited Trifles and Folly from her uncle, because of her ‘touch magic’. She’s a psychometric, able to read the history of an object by touching it.

Sorren—He’s a nearly 600 year-old vampire who helped Cassidy’s long-ago ancestor found Trifles and Folly 350 years ago. Sorren is Cassidy’s business partner, and he’s part of the Alliance, a coalition of mortals and immortals who keep the world safe from supernatural threats. He looks like he’s in his late twenties, with blond hair and eyes that are the color of the sea before a storm.

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The Face of the Seal by Jennifer Cumiskey

Historical Suspense
Publisher: Windchime Press
Date Published: 8/8/2019
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When Gerel Garnier, Paris’ up-and-coming jewelry designer, is commissioned by Britain’s famous art patron William Blackwell IV to create a replica of the 19th Century Qing Dynasty Empress Seal, she believes that her artist’s dream is finally coming true. Blackwell’s name and fortune could catapult her to the status of crème de la crème in the world of couture art design. Little does she know that the dream job will lure her into a web of treachery, deceit and murder.

While attending the unveiling of the original Empress Seal at the Forbidden City, Gerel stumbles on a startling secret about her family roots, and she is a woman on a mission ever since. From the Forbidden City back to Paris, she careens from dark secrets to illuminating revelation as the truth of her lineage emerges. An enlightening epiphany hits her: She Gerel Garnier, is the heir of the face of the Empress Seal–a rare gemstone that has witnessed centuries of love, hatred, faith and bloodshed.

Now the face of the seal has fallen unexpectedly into her hands. What is she going to do with the gemstone that seems to be a curse to whoever possesses it yet still hunted by the dark forces of the world?



Prologue

Southern China, 1858


. . . The ancient gong at the market square began to toll, crashing wave after wave of metallic reverberation into villages and rice patties miles away. In the center of the town square, Father Bernard, in a dingy burlap robe, knelt on the dirt ground. The Pearl River—the river that had sustained the lives of the villagers and their rice patties for thousands of years—stretched ahead of him like a shining tapestry. Behind him, a headsman stood vigilantly, a three-foot-long sword hanging on his hip. 

As villagers and peasants streamed into the town square, they were ordered to stand in a semi-circle facing the kneeling priest. When the last echo of the gong died, the local viceroy, in a long white robe and a blue satin sleeveless surcoat, addressed the crowd. He unfurled a silk scroll containing the Emperor’s imperial order:

The Emperor is willing to forgive Father Bernard’s crime of preaching Christianity in unauthorized territories and regions of the Imperial Qing Dynasty. Father Bernard is also accused of seducing and violating women in our village. If he is willing to confess these crimes and speak the names of the women he has seduced, the Emperor is prepared to absolve him completely and make him a free man. Otherwise, Father Bernard will be sentenced to death by beheading.   

Having delivered the royal order, the viceroy rolled up the scroll and turned to face Father Bernard. “This is your final chance. Confess and save yourself,” he said, inching closer to the kneeling priest. “Look at the crowd behind me, just tell me which women you’ve seduced and you’re a free man.”

“I didn’t seduce anybody. I only spread the Word of God and His Love and that’s not a crime,” Father Bernard declared, his voice thin but firm.

“All right, take a good look around then, because you’re a dead man.” The viceroy shook his head, made a gesture to the headsman, and stepped away.

Father Bernard’s sunken eyes scanned the crowd—men and women, old and young, most of them sobbing quietly. Many of them he knew well. A few men shouted, “You western devil, you must die!” They stepped forward and spat on him.

The priest remained motionless, only his eyes searched the crowd, urgently. The shadow of the headsman creeped up behind him.

The crowd grew agitated. The men who spat on him sneered and cackled with anticipation, they couldn’t wait to see his head roll and blood splash. Subdued sobbing gave way to praying. Women shielded their children’s eyes.

Then he saw her, pushing through the crowd toward him. Don’t come closer, don’t come closer. Yet time seemed to have slowed down. She continued to press her way toward him. Stop, please stop! He almost cried out.

Suddenly, she seemed to have heard him. She stopped, standing frozen at the forefront of the crowd a few yards away from him. He could see tears brimming in her eyes, her pale face glistening with tears. Her lips, devoid of their natural pink rose color, quavered.

He gazed at her ravenously, taking her in before darkness could devour him forever. His eyes came to rest on a stone nestled in the deep hollow of her throat—it looked like a speck of blood.

“Sarnai,” he whispered.

The last sound he heard in this world was the hissing of a sword. A flash of white light crossed him. He was eternally embraced by darkness.

About the Author

Jennifer Cumiskey was born and grew up in Shanghai, China. She immigrated to the United States in 1986. She holds a Bachelor’s degree in English literature and an MBA in finance. After a career in corporate finance and management consulting, she now writes full-time as an indie author. Her writings often explores the theme of clash of civilizations and illuminates the tenderness of the human heart by shining a light on its darkest corners. She resides with her husband Paul in Vienna, Virginia. She can be reached at www.windchimepress.com


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Personal Finance
Release Date: August 6, 2019

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Why wait until 65 to retire when you can start doing what you really want when you are in the prime of your life? Whether your dream is to start your own business, volunteer, or work less, Chris Dumont provides a blueprint to early retirement and the best advice on the stock market to gain control of your finances today.



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• You will learn how Chris went from being over $50,000 in debt to being debt-free, owning multiples properties, and a six-figure stock portfolio within four years.

• You will be more financially secure. Chris shows you how to pay off all your debts. Once you are debt-free, you can hit your savings goals.

• You will create a budget using an easy-to use-system, with savings and expenses automatically deducted.

• You will not spend hours managing your money. Once you set things up, managing your money will be so simple that you only focus on it once a month.



You will also learn:

• Being happier with less by spending on what makes you happy.

• How much money you need to retire. (Hint: It’s not as much as you think!)

• Car advice on whether you should lease, own, or buy.

• Negotiating salaries and raises and incorporate side hustles to increase your income.

• Common investing mistakes to avoid and easy-to-understand index funds with ETFs.

• Tax-advantaged accounts you should use and why for both Americans and Canadians.

• Real estate advice and whether you should rent or own.

• And much more!


Everything he shows you is…

SET – AND – FORGET

You are covered by your emergency fund when you need it, from accidents to losing your job.
Start using the concepts he teaches in this book and retire in comfort in as few as 10 years.

Once retired, learn how to stay active and accomplish what you have always wanted.


What are you waiting for? Take control of your future today and start kicking financial ass!


Excerpt

Many people say that money does buy happiness, and they would be right. Statistically speaking, household income is strongly related to both emotional well-being and a person’s evaluation of their own quality of life—up to a point. Past that, however, there are diminishing returns between dollars earned and happiness. Multiple studies show that after making $75,000 to $80,000 per year, the difference in the emotional well-being an extra dollar makes in reducing negative emotions becomes less and less. The difference between earning $20,000 and $40,000 is huge and life-changing. The difference between earning $120,000 and $140,000 means your car might have nicer seats. The difference between making $1,000,000 and $1,020,000 is a rounding error. You require a certain amount of financial security before you can move onto your other needs and move up the hierarchy.

After over a decade of studies, University of Illinois psychologist and researcher Dr. Edward Diener, who specializes in what makes people happy, concluded that money can add pleasure to people’s lives, but it does not bring the true happiness that comes with self-respect, accomplishment, and satisfaction. Diener’s conclusions are supported by Richard Layard, British labor economist at the London School of Economics, who writes, “Despite our huge increase in affluence, people in the West have grown no happier in the past fifty years.” We keep striving for more and more things, living in the most prosperous historical period of all time, and yet, we are not getting happier. 



About the Author

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Chris Dumont is the founder of MoneySensei.com, a personal finance hub that helps people become debt-free.

For nearly a decade, he has worked in finance learning both inside and outside the classroom the fundamentals of personal finance. Chris holds an MBA from the Schulich School of Business in Toronto, Ontario and a Bachelor of Commerce from the Alberta School of Business with a major in Finance. He completed his CFA designation in 2016.



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