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Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Saving Grace by D.M. Barr
Sleeping With Shadow by Rachel Hailey
Audio Blog Tour: Dark by Paul L. Arvidson

Author: Paul L. Arvidson
Narrator: Benjamin Fife
Length: 9 hours 2 minutes
Series: The Dark Trilogy, Book 1
Publisher: Mr. PL Arvidson
Released: Sep. 14, 2020
Genre: Science Fiction
Black Frost by Willow Rose
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The Novice by Ava Lohan blitz
The Novice
Ava Lohan
Publication date: October 13th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
I’m a novice about to take my vows. He’s the embodiment of sin—and the new owner of the convent that’s been my home for the past two years.
I shouldn’t want him. Yet from the moment he walks into Mother Superior’s office and threatens to turn Saint Clare into a luxury hotel, all I can think about are those lush lips, tight muscles, and perfect hair. That, and the devil’s bargain he proposes.
My body in exchange for the convent. For fourteen days, I’m to be with him at Lust, his exclusive sex club. Fourteen days obeying his every command.
Whatever I do, I can’t let myself fall in love with him. Because Kegan Anderson is a beast, and a beast can never love.
He can only destroy.
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EXCERPT:
He caught me admiring him and smiled. I swallowed hard, attempting to clear the knot that had formed in my throat. That smile could have belonged to the devil, persuading all the angels to fall from Heaven. He observed me with an air that reeked of ill intentions. He was bad company, like the guys my parents had prayed I wouldn’t bring home during high school. Despite his tailored clothing, he didn’t seem like the type of man any parent would want for their daughter. I remembered all too well the words he’d said to me that day, and I had the feeling he had continued down that sinful path.
There was something dark in him.
In his eyes.
“Yes.”
And in his voice.
I made the sign of the cross.
“You found her on your first try.” He ran his hands seductively through his hair, turning his gaze upon Mother Superior. “I have to give you credit. You did well.”
“Pleased to have satisfied your request, Mr. Anderson,” she replied, her tone revealing her contempt. “We don’t have many natural blondes at the convent.”
Perplexed, I looked at one, then the other. They stared at each other in silence. I understood less with every minute.
“Mother, what’s going on?”
I walked around the desk to face her, resisting the urge to pick up my veil and put it back on. The man’s eyes followed me in my sacred dress. I pretended it was just Mother Superior and me in the room. Although it was no easy task, I forced myself to ignore his presence.
“You are here as part of an agreement.” Mother Superior finally looked at me. “Mr. Anderson’s grandfather passed away, and now he has inherited the property the convent stands on.”
I couldn’t understand what any of that had to do with me.
Mother Superior took some documents out from a drawer. “Mr. Anderson intends to sell the property at an exorbitant price that the convent simply cannot afford to pay. We cannot save it, Sister Rose.”
“I was thinking of building a luxury hotel. That is, unless…” The man, whose first name I still didn’t know, lit a cigarette, leaving me petrified. Mother Superior flinched, but she remained silent, not wishing to respond to his clear challenge of her authority. Resting her chin in her hands, she glared at him in disgust.
“You’re going to hell, Kegan Anderson.”
Kegan. His name was Kegan.
He took Mother Superior’s words as a compliment. He laughed. A low, sensual laugh.
“Oh, I’m sure of it, Sister.”
Author Bio:
Ava Lohan loves to write sexy, romantic stories. When she is not busy putting her characters in compromising situations, Ava reads about bad boys, goes out, and indulges in wild shopping sprees and marathons of movies and TV shows. Above all, though, she creates sizzling new book boyfriends for her upcoming novels.
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Saving Kimi by Brooke Stanton blitz
Saving Kimi
Brooke Stanton
(Forbidden Romance, #4)
Publication date: October 13th 2020
Genres: Adult, Historical Romance, Western
From a RWA award-winning and #1 bestselling author comes a scorching new historical romance!
Scandal is second nature to outcast Kimimela Wallace…and so are the passions she can’t deny.
Fleeing a forbidden desire in the small Oklahoma town where her white father raised her, Kimi escapes to the Cheraksaw Reservation to be with her mother—and quickly finds herself in the arms of her childhood friend, Soaring Falcon. But no sooner does she arrive than her mother forces her out to make it on her own. The only thing to do is to take work she doesn’t want…as a governess for hard-hearted widower, Alex Randall. But the rumors and the reputation Kimi fled in town follow her there. And so does her curiosity as Mr. Randall stirs new desires in her when she discovers his shocking secret. Then tragedy strikes, and Kimi must risk everything to save both men. But deciding who will win her heart may mean stripping away the one thing she values most—her freedom. Can she give up one love for another, or will passion and forbidden desires lead to more than she thought possible?
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EXCERPT:
“You’re a good man, Alex.” Kimi’s gaze was steady, urging him to meet it.
Finally, he spoke. “Have you ever been in love?”
Kimi was startled by the question. “I . . . I don’t know. Love is confusing.”
He turned to her. Their hands still touched. “Love is the simplest thing in the world.”
Kimi’s gaze fell beyond Alex. “Not for me.”
“Because you were promised to Chayton and he chose another?”
Kimi snapped her attention back. “I was never attached to him, and I do not yearn for his love.”
“It’s not a bad thing. Being in love is wonderful.” His chin dropped and he pinched his brow. “When the person loves you back. Chayton would be a good match for you. He obviously cares for you.”
“You cannot comprehend, Alex. For men like you, life is uncomplicated. You’ve never had the likes of Mrs. Johns throwing aspersions at you since you first understood what an insult was. It muddles everything. Even love.”
Their gazes locked. Pain was in his eyes, and for a moment Kimi wondered if he thought of his dead wife. Since he’d been injured, all she’s wanted to do is relieve him of his hurts, and so she did something quite shocking. On an impulse, she rocked forward and kissed him squarely on the mouth.
The pads of his lips were soft, but unmoving. Kimi released him, but kept her gaze steady, unapologetic.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
He exhaled, long and slow. “You’re mixed up in the life and death of this unusual situation.”
“Don’t tell me my mind.” Kimi prickled. “I make my own choices.”
And to prove her point, she tucked her knees and folded forward, pressing her lips solidly to his again, her hands on either side of his face. No sooner had she enjoyed this delicious connection than Alex pushed her gently but firmly from him.
“Kimi, we can’t. You’re too young. Barely nineteen. Will would have my hide. I’d have my hide.”
“Most women I know are married by my age,” Kimi protested.
“I don’t mean you’re too young to be with a man—I mean you’re too young for me. You should be with someone like Chayton. Young, vibrant. Not old and damaged.”
“I’m not talking about marriage.”
Alex’s eyes widened. “Kimi, you sometimes are very shocking.”
“Am I wrong that something passed between us when you found that photograph in my room? I saw it in your eyes. I see it now.”
Alex shifted away. “It’s unseemly to discuss this. I told you I didn’t mean to have those photographs. I’m horrified you found them. Oh god. I’ve ruined you. Men and women . . . they don’t, er, it’s not like what you saw in the picture. I mean, if they’re married, perhaps. But—”
“Indian women lie with Indian men when they’re not married.” At least that had been the way before the settlers came. Kimi wasn’t sure how often it happened now. But if she looked at Chayton as an example, it was still something that was done.
Alex rubbed his hand over his face, exasperated. “You weren’t raised like that. You were raised in society.”
“You’re wrong. My mother has always been a great influence. I feel the blood of my ancestors strong in me. And I don’t see what’s wrong with these cravings. A kiss never hurt anyone.”
Alex scooted to the other side of the room, and sat near the supplies.
Kimi crossed her arms over her chest, annoyed. “Do you desire me? Or do you not like the native blood in me?”
“Stop.” Alex sharpened his gaze. “My rejection has nothing to do with that. We shouldn’t even be speaking of these things. It isn’t proper. This is all highly disturbing. If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were hysterical.”
“What if I am? Nobody would fault you for taking me.”
“I’m not ‘taking you.’”
Alex winced, gripping his injured arm. The makeshift bandage on his bicep seeped blood.
“Come here,” Kimi said.
“I think it’s best if I stay where I am.”
“Your bandage needs changing.” Kimi unrolled a fresh bandage and opened a jar of antiseptic.
Reluctantly, Alex sat beside her, his back ramrod straight. Kimi unrolled the soiled cloth from his forearm, cleaned his wound the best she could, then wrapped it with the fresh bandage.
When she was done, she sat back, but he stayed at the edge of the mat, rigid. Kimi fiddled with the edge of her ripped hide skirt, which ended several inches above her knee. Alex scanned his gaze up her thighs and then took the edges of the blanket and folded it over her legs, covering her naked skin.
He tucked his good arm under his head and spread his long body on the wood floor, beside the mat.
“Let’s rest. I think that bump may be having an odd effect on your sensibility.”
Author Bio:
After her own misadventures in New York City, LA, and London, Brooke Stanton now lives in Dallas, Texas. She's the bestselling and award winning author of the Bloom Sisters and Forbidden Romance series. Visit her website brookestantonbooks.com.
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The Lost King by Frazier Alexander
YA High Fantasy
Date Published: November 10, 2020
Publisher: FyreSyde Publishing
King Athan vanishes at sea. His children, prince Thalos and princess Thara, drift apart with age, their kingdom falling into ruin. Thalos stubbornly clings to the past; Thara, resentful of her father, looks to the future. In the wake of this decline, a beautiful enchantress usurps the throne from the estranged siblings. She exiles Thalos to the edge of the world and slowly enslaves Thara’s mind.
In his exile, Thalos finds another castaway—an old comrade of his father. Together they begin a voyage in search of the lost king. Thara, meanwhile, resists the new queen’s coercive spells and finds a resistance of creatures still loyal to her father.
With a vast world of enchanted islands and beings between them, Thalos and Thara struggle to restore their family and rekindle the hope of the true king’s return.
Excerpt
Then an even stranger sight drew Thalos’ eyes away from the wintry beauty of this new land. It was a thing made of hewn stones. When these stones were cut and by whom was beyond the Prince’s guess, for they were old and mossy. Brown grasses and weeds splintered the once-seamless joints of the blocks.
For miles around, there was neither sight nor sound of any living thing, which lent a mysterious air to the stone structure and the strange land. A hundred questions sprang up in Thalos’ mind, but only one thing was certain—powerful magic hung around this place, a magic older than the stones themselves. At the same time, it felt novel and gave Thalos the excitement of discovering something that no man had ever seen.
He nervously stretched a hand toward the stones. As his fingertips made contact, they twitched and withdrew—the stones were frigid!
The structure was large and cylindrical and taller than a man. Ancient hands had smoothed it, so that now it looked like the bottom portion of a column, except that around this drum of stone wound a little stairway which expired near the rim. Thalos ascended the steps running his hands along the column of stone as he neared the top. It wasn’t perfectly smooth, for veins of uneven ridges rippled on its surface.
With soft, padding footfalls, he climbed the steps until they ended abruptly in a small landing just high enough from the ground that Thalos could lean over and look at the top of this edifice. Thalos was shocked when he reached the top; it was more than a mere column of stone—it was a well.
What was more, it was a well of what seemed to be the purest, crystalline water that he had ever set eyes upon—purer than mountain snowmelt running through a bed of stones at the beginning of spring. It glimmered with a light of its own, for the morning sun had not yet risen so high as to shine its light over the brim of the ancient fountain.
It beckoned to Thalos, not in the lustful way that strong liquor calls to a drunk, but the way a warm bed promises health and rest to one who has traveled all day through bitter weather.
So, with little hesitation, Thalos dipped his hand into the water.
An electric jolt shot up his hand and arm. It was cold, but not too painful. He cupped enough for a little sip, brought it to his lips, and immediately was refreshed.
Here was true water—not the poison of Sundra. All other waters he had ever tasted were like bitter, brackish sludge compared to this!
When he had swallowed this drink (and it took only one sip to make him feel full and refreshed), he looked out to his right over the vista that it seemed no Antaranisian eye had ever seen. He felt a strange sensation course through his veins, penetrating—it seemed—to his very soul. Before this, his body had ached with the dull pains of hunger, soreness, and worse yet—despair; despair so deep and heavy that it felt as if it had been with him from birth. A new sensation replaced this despair at once. Was it hope? Or something like it? Hope so deep and true it made even the rising sun seem new! Now darkness must flee before the triumphant sun, an immortal light conquering the shadows of night. It was rapturous.
About the Author
Frazier Alexander lives in Denton, Texas with his wife Nicole.
He began writing around the age of nine, inspired by movies such as The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and “sword-and-sandal” epics like Jason and the Argonauts. As a reader, his interests gravitate towards older works and the classics, such as Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey, Virgil’s Aeneid, Beowulf, and Le Morte D’Arthur. Along with creating his own mythological backdrop for his stories, Frazier is an amateur calligrapher, map-maker, and artist.
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