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Exclusive Excerpt Untamed Isles by Aaron Hodges

10/25/2021

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Untamed Isles: The Path Awakens
Untamed Isles 
Book One
Aaron Hodges

Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Aaron Hodges
Date of Publication: 26th October
ISBN: 978-1-99-101803-8
Number of pages: 400
Word Count: 105,000
Cover Artist: Nikko Marie 

Book Description:

On a still and peaceful night, the world shook, and light split the sky asunder.
The seas parted, an island rose.

And beneath the earth, an ancient power stirred.

Zachary Sicario thought he’d finally turned his back on the underworld. For ten years he was content with his cottage in the highlands of Riogachd. But a master thief never truly retires. When Zach is struck down by a wasting illness, he is left with two options: accept his fate, or return to his criminal past in search of a cure.
It isn’t a difficult decision.

With rumours of a mysterious island circulating the kingdom, Zach goes in search of old contacts. They speak of strange lights and disappearing ships, of treasure and riches promised for the first to reach its distant shores. Zach has little interest in trinkets—but there’s another tale, one that whispers of the power to change a man’s fate.

With a secret expedition departing in the coming days, Zach decides to roll the dice. But he’s not the only one interested in magic. His competition are warriors and thieves, noblemen and assassins, all in their prime. And Zach is far from the man he once was.

Can the master thief beat the odds one last time?

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Chapter 2- Exclusive Excerpt

Logan Kaine was puffing hard by the time he arrived at the port. A flurry of sound greeted him as he stumbled to a stop. Sailors shouted from the docks and wooden wheels rumbled across the bricked streets, loud enough to drown out the thundering of his heart in his ears.

Bending in two, he struggled to recover his breath, and choked as the unpleasant combination of rotting fish and tar assailed his senses. Eyes watering from the stench and the morning chill, he forced himself to straighten. Thankfully, the passersby had not noticed his destress, concealed as he was in the shadows of an alleyway. Even so, Logan’s father had taught him to be better composed.

A gentleman must always maintain his poise, the oft-repeated words were a mantra to him by now.

Doubly so for those of us of new bloodlines.

Logan straightened and puffed out his chest. He took a moment to straighten his woollen overcoat before allowing his hand to fall to the cavalry sabre he wore on his belt. His father’s weapon, the same one he’d used in the Battle for the North, when the king’s forces had quilled an uprising amongst the rebel clans. For his father’s heroics that day, their family had been awarded land and invited into ranks of the gentry class.

Logan could only hope to one day live up to that legacy.

Stealing the blade from his father’s mantle probably wasn’t the best of starts, but at least it was a start. As his father was so fond of saying, true men seized their own opportunities in life. And the Old Gods knew, Logan had waited long enough for an opportunity to prove himself.

The tall buildings that lined the harbour cast long shadows across the street, the winter sun still hidden behind their bricked exteriors. Studying the wagons and occasional motorcoach parked along the docks, he finally spotted the one belonging to the Kaine family. A man in an overcoat that fit far more comfortably than Logan’s own stepped from the vehicle.

Logan ducked back into the alley as his brother’s gaze swept the street. Had Dustin noticed his pursuit? Surely not—Logan hadn’t even been following most of the way. He’d lost the motorcoach in the busy streets of Leith and been forced to cut through the back alleys to arrive here in time. Unless…

Reaching into his pocket, Logan toyed with the brass token he’d taken from the packet of documents in Dustin’s desk. Had his brother noticed its absence? According to the papers that had accompanied the token, it would grant its holder passage on an expedition set to depart today. Unless Logan was mistaken, that meant Dustin would be turned away from the ship sitting at the docks below.

And Logan would be able to board in his brother’s stead.

His heart quickened at the thought. Dustin would be angry at the subterfuge. But Logan hoped he might also earn his brother’s respect with this escapade.

Afterall, whether he was fighting off pirates in the

Northern Sea or winning commendations for his work with the highland clans, Dustin Kaine was as much a hero as their father.

And Logan was tired of living in their shadow.

Glancing out from the alley, he saw his brother leave the coach and head down the steps to the docks. A line had already formed beside the giant steamboat with ‘The Rising Tide’ painted on its side, the other voyagers obviously eager to set off. Two muscled sailors stood beside the steamer, checking each passenger’s token before waving them past; Dustin would be in for a shock when he discovered his own missing.

Logan slipped from the shadows as his brother joined the queue. He strode across the street, doing his best to blend with the crowd as he searched for a better vantage point.

Finding a dock that neighboured the steamer, Logan settled on a half-sunken fishing ship. Like many of the vessels in port when the great storm had struck, its hull was cracked open like an egg and half its deck was submerged in the waters of the harbour. Even three months later, the clean-up continued across much of the kingdom. Those vessels deemed irredeemable had been left to rot while efforts were focused on better prospects.

Clambering onto the section of boat still above the waterline, Logan looked across at Dustin’s vessel. The steamer dwarfed the fishing ship, its twin smokestacks stretching to the height of the terraced townhouses lining the shore. Black smoke was already puffing from both chimneys as the crew stoked the engines. The great wheels powered by those engines were still, but even these loomed over the other ships in port.

A shout carried across the waters, drawing Logan’s attention back to the passengers waiting to board the ocean liner. A woman stood before the pair of sailors, gesturing wildly in their faces. Logan couldn’t pick out her words on the wind, but the reaction of the guards was all the interpretation he needed. While one remained at his post, the second caught the woman around the waist and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

A high-pitched shriek echoed from the nearby buildings as the woman was sent flying, followed by a splash as her unexpected dunk disturbed the calm waters. There was a moment’s silence as all eyes in the harbour turned to where the woman had disappeared, before she finally surfaced, coughing and spluttering.

“Guess she didn’t have her ticket,” Logan murmured, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw Dustin approaching the front of the line. He reached into his pocket and drew out the token, running it between his fingers in anticipation.

At twenty years of age, he should have had the chance to prove himself long ago.

The line of passengers kept their eyes carefully averted from the woman as she dragged herself onto a neighbouring dock. Closer now to where Logan hid, he could see this was not a woman of class. Far from than the lavish gowns of the aristocracy—or even landed gentry such as his family—she wore a pair of men’s pants and tunic, with a dagger on her hip.

Logan frowned as she stalked past his hiding place. Those on the docks with his brother looked to be a rougher crowd as well, their clothing tattered and hair unkempt. Most carried knives or sabres, even the odd pistol, but they certainly weren’t soldiers. Doubt touched Logan then. The papers on his brother’s desk had said little about the expedition itself. He’d assumed it was another voyage into the highlands, where Dustin had spent much of the past few years.

It must be, he reassured himself. They’re probably highlanders themselves, returning north with his brother.

He rested a hand on the pommel of his father’s sabre, but it did little to calm his nerves.

On the other dock, Dustin finally reached the front of the queue. The guards barred his path while he searched the satchel hanging over his shoulder, presumably for his papers and token. Even from a dozen yards away, Logan could read the confusion on his brother’s face. Despite his doubts, he found himself grinning again. Surely if he could outmanoeuvre his famed brother, he could survive a little expedition in the north.

Finally, Dustin looked up from the satchel and spread his hands. The guards exchanged a look before advancing on him. Dustin didn’t even try to avoid them. His voice rang out as they grabbed him.

“Cordelia Leif!”

The name froze the pair of guards in place. After a moment’s hesitation, they released Dustin and stepped back, doubt now etched across their meaty faces. The elder of the Kaine brothers only folded his arms, one finger tapping at his elbow.

No, no, no…

Logan’s heart was suddenly thundering. Surely Dustin couldn’t sweet-talk his way out of this one.

A woman appeared at the railings of the steamship. Dressed in a woollen trench coat with a sabre on one hip, revolver on the other, she looked more the part of pirate than sailor. The tricorn hat holding her greying locks in place only served to enhance the image.

Her gaze lingered on Dustin. He stared back, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, before finally she waved a hand in a curt gesture. Immediately, the guards snapped to attention and stepped aside. Nodding his thanks, Dustin strode up the ramp onto the steamship.

Logan slumped to the wooden boards of the broken fishing ship. So much for outsmarting his brother. Just as he always had, Dustin was one step ahead. Cordelia was obviously the captain of the vessel; he must have arranged passage with her personally. Typical.

The token rang like a bell as it slipped from Logan’s fingers and struck the deck. He watched it spin, before finally settling against the wooden boards. He wanted to hurl it into the harbour, but he hesitated, glancing back at the ship. Dustin was just disappearing down a stairwell beneath the deck.

Maybe…

The guards didn’t appear to have a list of passengers, only the tokens. If Logan boarded while his brother was below, no one would be the wiser that he didn’t belong. And if he avoided his brother’s notice until they were out to sea…well, by then it would be too late to turn back.

His heart thrummed to the beat of the distant steam engine as he plucked the token off the deck. Leaping back to the docks, Logan set off at a run. The passengers waiting on the opposite berth had dwindled to a trickle now, the last of them moving quickly to present their tokens and board. Pounding up the steps to the street, Logan darted along to the next set of stairs.

Only there did he slow, taking the chance to compose himself again. Straightening his overcoat, he squared his shoulders and set his jaw. He would need to be convincing if he wanted to pull this off. Ahead, the twin chimneys of The Rising Tide puffed black smoke as the great paddle wheel began to turn.

You can do this.

He lifted a foot, only for a dark cloaked man to push past him.

“Sorry, kid,” a voice called back as the stranger thumped down the wooden steps. “In a bit of a rush!”

Thrown off-balance, Logan scowled after the man, before the sounding of a horn snapped him back to his more pressing concern. Men and women dressed in the tatty clothing of sailors raced about the steamship, readying ropes and raising the mainsail that would complement the power of the steam wheel.

It looked as though the ship would be departing any second. Cursing, Logan abandoned all pretence of dignity and raced down the dock. Ahead, the dark-cloaked man produced his token with a flourish. The guards paused only long enough to inspect the metal disk before waving the stranger aboard. They were about to follow, when the sound of Logan’s approach must have caught the attention of one.

He turned back as Logan stumbled up.

“Got a…token…for one.” His chest was heaving and he barely managed to get out the words.

The guard who’d lingered raised an eyebrow as Logan presented his token.

“Little young aren’t you lad?” Even so, he reached out and took the coin.

Logan noticed two of the fingers from his right hand were missing.

Logan nodded his thanks but did not respond to the question. He was used to people questioning his age. Unlike his father and elder brother, he didn’t have the muscular physique of a born warrior. Seven hells, he barely had a beard. He was relieved when the man waved him aboard.

Only as he stepped onto the metal ramp and felt the harsh vibrations of the steam engine beneath his feet did Logan’s earlier reservations come rushing back.

Suddenly his heart was racing and needles were prickling his scalp. What was he doing? He wasn’t a hero like his brother or father. He didn’t even know how to use the blade he wore at his waist. He had no place on this expedition, not with dubious sailors who threw women into the harbour, nor the passengers and their knives and swords and guns.

“You coming aboard, kid? Don’t know about you, but I’m fairly eager to see the back of this city.”

The voice had come from above. Logan’s head jerked up and found the dark-cloaked man from earlier leaning against the iron railings. He wore a condescending smile on his lips as he waved for Logan to hurry up.

Logan’s stomach twisted itself into a knot. Three times in as many minutes now he’d been called a kid, or worse. That was how everyone had viewed him his entire life. Dustin, his father, even this stranger, they all saw him as a child.

It rankled. Logan might lack the natural charm of his brother, might not possess the strength of their father, but he was a man grown. Flashing the man a glare, he continued the rest of the way up the ramp and boarded The Rising Tide.

It was past time Logan chose his own path.

About the Author:

Aaron Hodges was born in 1989 in the small town of Whakatane, New Zealand. He studied for five years at the University of Auckland, completing a Bachelors of Science in Biology and Geography, and a Masters of Environmental Engineering. After working as an environmental consultant for two years, he grew tired of office work and decided to quit his job in 2014 and see the world. One year later, he published his first novel - Stormwielder - while in Guatemala. Since then, he has honed his skills while travelling through parts of SE Asia, India, North and South America, Turkey and Europe, and now has over a dozen works to his name. Today, his adventures continue...

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That Magic Mischief by Susanna Allen Exclusive Excerpt #PNR

10/25/2021

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That Magic Mischief 
Susanna Allen

Genre: Paranormal contemporary romance
Publisher: Ally Press 
Date of Publication: October 01, 2021
ISBN Print: 978-1-953290-12-0 
ISBN eBook: 978-1-953290-13-7 
ASIN: B09G97RGZF
Number of pages: 326 pages
Word Count: 82,000
Cover Artist: Tamara DeStefano

Tagline: A heartbroken amateur witch is in over her head after casting a spell that  actually works—will the handsome Irish artist she fancies come to her rescue?

Book Description: 

What was the point of being a witch if Annabelle Walsh couldn’t manage a spell to fix her broken heart? As a dedicated dabbler in all things esoteric, she figured she could speed up her healing process when she’s dumped out of the blue by her boyfriend... but nothing’s working.

An idle wander into an unfamiliar new age shop adds the bit of magic in her life that she’d been looking for: an interfering, mischievous Pooka called Callie who’s determined to turn Annabelle’s life around— mostly by turning it upside down.

Suddenly, Annabelle’s too busy to brood, and her writing career begins to take off; in fact, it’s during a brainstorming session for an off-off-off-off Broadway theatre production that she meets tall, dark, and handsome Jamie Flynn, an Irishman in New York who seems to be keen at first sight, if not in love quite yet. As Annabelle gets her life back on track, she starts to see the difference between a real life, a real career, and a real man… and all it took was a little magic mischief.

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Wilson stood in the doorway, Tom Ford trench coat belted at his waist, the correct length of pinstriped trouser on view, trousers whose cuffs draped the precisely correct amount atop polished Prada’s. He was buttoned up against what she assumed was the spring chill but could also have been against whatever strange strain of virus he presumed was breeding out in the Brooklyn hinterlands. His dark brown hair was slicked back as usual, and his leather briefcase was gripped in his right hand, left hand free for retrieving his cell phone in case the office should call. The office always called. He was clean-shaven, his boyish face expressionless, tense around the eyes, but otherwise remote.

         This didn’t bode well.

         Hands covered in dirt, Annabelle went to him, stopped herself, and washed her hands in the sink.

         “Have you seen Fern? She’s growing like gangbusters. Who would have guessed? Although I guess your run-of-the-mill forest floor gets only slightly less light than my living room does, so there you go. Doesn’t she look great?” Annabelle charged out of the bathroom and put Fern back in place, fussing a bit with her fronds before turning to face Wilson. They stood in silence.

         Silence being a relative term: Annabelle could hear her heart beating in her ears.

         “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Was that her voice? That thready little squeak?

         “I. I don’t know.” He leaned forward and put his copy of her keys on the dining room table, and then retreated a few more inches.

         “What’s. Going. On. Please.” She was choking.

         “Annie. I. I’m not in love with you anymore. I think you love me more than I love you.”

         Yikes. “Have you met somebody new?”

         “Annie. Let’s stay calm—”

         “What about the trip to Ireland in June?”

         From the front pocket of his briefcase he extracted a manila envelope.

         “Proof of cancellation is in here, I took the hit on that. There are a few letter-sized envelopes with your share of receipts from the last two years. You may need them for tax purposes. Also the journal that you used when you stayed at the apartment—which I didn’t inspect, needless to say, and a few pictures that I thought you’d prefer to dispose of as you wished.”

         Frickin’ banker. She could feel an enormous rage beginning to boil, a feeling that was going to be bigger than her, bigger than him, bigger than Brooklyn if she opened her mouth. Whatever this dark whirling mass of emotion was, there was no way it was going to make it past the lump in her throat. She could say nothing. She could do nothing. She was barely there at all.

         He continued to stand, holding out the envelope. She couldn’t look him in the eye, and so looked at it. How could their whole relationship fit into an 8 1/2 by 11 container?

         He put the envelope down on the table. “I’d like your set of my keys, please.”

         In a daze, she went into her bedroom, and dug through her purse. Her purse was as supremely ordered as the rest of her life, yet she couldn’t seem to focus on finding… oh, that’s where the nail clippers had gone. She brought them to the gym with her when she went to the sauna last week and forgot to put them back in the medicine chest. She’d go do that now.

         She stopped short in the doorway and it was like she didn’t recognize her own front room. There was a man standing there, a man who last night on the phone, told her he loved her. Now he was telling her he did not. One statement was true, one was a lie. One was a lie for only these past few minutes, one was a lie for a much longer time.

         Keys.

         She went back to her bag, rummaged, found them. Out the window, she saw Maria Grazia trying to hide behind one of the impossibly thin trees that lined Union Street. Thank God. MG was here.

         She floated somewhere outside herself as she handed Wilson the key ring with the small clay heart that dangled from the chain. Shifting his briefcase under his arm, he removed the keys from the ring, and put the heart on the table. Who said he had no sense of the symbolic? No flair for the dramatic?

         “I hope that we can still be friends.”

         Annabelle’s spirit snapped back to attention and a laugh—strangled, but still a laugh—squeezed out of her throat.

         “I doubt it.”

         They stood and looked at each other. Or rather, Annabelle looked at him, this sudden stranger, and Wilson looked for his permission to leave. Annabelle turned away, he turned the knob, and the door snapped shut.

         She stood, numb, the silence in her head shattered by the sound of the building door slamming shut, the ringing in her ears growing into an insistent buzz, a buzz that was actually the doorbell, rung not by Wilson who immediately changed his mind, but by Maria Grazia rushing in to help sweep up.


About the Author:

Susanna is a graduate of Pratt Institute with a BFA in Communication Design and counts The Village Voice, New York Magazine, and Entertainment Weekly as past design experiences. Born in New Jersey, she moved to Ireland for twelve months—in 1998. She is the author of the Shapeshifters of the Beau Monde series, published by Sourcebooks: A Wolf in Duke’s Clothing, an Amazon Editor’s Best Book of the Month, is available now; A Most Unusual Duke debuts in December 2021.

Writing as Susan Conley, she is the author of Drama Queen and The Fidelity Project, both published by Headline UK; Many Brave Fools: A Story of Addiction, Dysfunction, Codependency…and Horses is available from Trafalgar Square Books. Susanna is living her life by the three Rs—reading, writing, and horseback riding—and can generally be found on her sofa with her e-reader, gazing out a window and thinking about made-up people, or cantering around in circles. She loves every minute of it.

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Bewitching Book Tours Exclusive Excerpt Shadow Slayer by Laura A.H. Elliott

10/20/2021

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Shadow Slayer
Shadow Series 
Book Two
Laura A.H. Elliott

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Ghost Press
Date of Publication:  September 28, 2012
ISBN: 978-1479388189
ASIN: B009CJ5DXE
Number of pages: 184
Word Count:  54,298
Cover Artist: Laura Elliott 

Tagline: Shadows Will Do Anything To Become Human

Book Description: 

Shadows will do anything to become human. You see their influence every day. You say things you don’t mean or do things that aren’t like you. You look different. Friends you’ve known forever suddenly never call. 

As a freshman, Roxie just wants to fit in which is impossible because she barely runs into her friends at her huge high school. Adrianne’s disappearance and Hayden’s attention rock Roxie’s world. But nothing rocks it like the most gorgeous guy at school, Drew. And nothing is more important to Roxie than astral projecting back to Planet Popular to solve the mystery of the map. 

But that changes when Drew invites Roxie to homecoming. Hayden warns her that something’s wrong. Why would a guy like Drew like Roxie anyway? Drew must want something. Hayden’s right. Drew is different. Planet Popular was just the beginning. Part of a bigger world, the Shadow World. 

There’s a war brewing between the world of humans and the world of shadows. When the shadow invasion begins at Roxie’s high school, she’ll not only fight for her life but the lives of her family and friends when she discovers she’s the Shadow Slayer, the one human who can save Earth from the shadow onslaught. But Roxie can’t even kill a spider. 

Oh yeah, there's an evil English teacher, an enchanted play, a sword of Sandonian steel, a homecoming of horrors, and seven magic words too.

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I turn another corner in the labyrinth. Every leaf, every twig, and the grass changes colors. Unnatural colors. I startle at a huge rustle beside me and bite my nails.

Two disembodied arms stick out of the bush next to me. My heart beats hard against my chest. I try to wriggle out of his grip but whoeveritis clamps down on my arms making it hard for me to get any leverage.

“AAAAAHhhhhh!” I scream, writhing back and forth. I fight to free my arms but he’s already wrestled them to my sides. I can’t move. He lifts me a few inches off the ground. I kick and stare at my useless hands and spot the long nails with black nail polish that begin to dig into my skin. There’s a tattoo on each finger. All the same. Stars, I think.

“I want to suck your blood!” he says laughing, lowering me to the ground. As soon as my feet get a little traction I kick and try to run away.

“Ouch! Drew, control your woman!” One of the guys says, a familiar voice. A football player steps out of the bushes. He loosens his grip and places an arm, the size of my thigh, over my shoulders. He marches us out of the labyrinth. I twist around, searching the maze. There’s no sign of the sword, my sword.

Drew doubles over, laughing and the prankster takes my hand and places it in Drew’s. My gaze falls on the spot of fabric where Drew’s boutonniere isn’t. We’re surrounded by a bunch of homecoming zombies. Sixteen-year-old zombies. Their tuxedo coats all ripped and fake-aged with chalk or something. The black make-up around their eyes smudge into their white makeup, their faces so pale they kind of glow in the moonlight.

“Zombies don’t suck blood!” Drew says between laughs.

“I know it just sounds so much better than I’d like to eat your brains,” the guy says.

“Who’s this tasty morsel?”

“Roxie, this is everyone,” Drew says. In the middle of a circle of homecoming zombies, I immediately breathe easier. “Everyone, this is Roxie,” Drew gives my hand a little squeeze. I sink into his hug, floating my fingers over the spot where his boutonniere should be.

“Finally. Hey, I’m Franklin.” A large guy, the guy who had me in his grip and the size of a line backer, exactly the size of a line backer, pulls me away from Drew and buries me in a bear hug.

“That’s enough,” Drew says, taking a hand to Franklin’s shoulder, separating us.

“This is the one, huh?” another guy, smaller than the rest, says. “I’m CeCe.” He kind of scowls as he puts his hands in his pockets and rubs his chin with his shoulder. A little of his undead makeup rubs off on his brown suit coat.

“Hey,” I say. “What’s with the whole Halloween homecoming get up?” It’s all I can manage. I get super shy when I’m around people I don’t know, let alone football players who are years older than me who I barely know. Guys who just tricked me.

“She totally fell for it guys!” Another of the guys says.

“This is Randy,” Drew says, using his whole arm to point him out.

Randy makes like he’s going to run into me and dodges me at the last minute. “May I have this dance?” he says in a made-up English accent. He doesn’t wait for an answer and twirls me around then dips me and says, “I am you know… randy….” with a mischievous smile.

I turn to face Drew. “So what? All that was a joke?”

Drew gazes at the ground before he walks over and wraps me in his arms. His lips meet mine in a forceful kiss. “All of that,” he says. It’s like the best date ever, aside from the fact he made me believe I’m a Shadow Slayer and have to save the world.

About the Author:

As a teenager, Laura’s love for story began in the Amazon where she waterskied with piranha while learning of head hunters and curses. In addition to being a ghost, she’s the author of five books and is a contributor to lifestyle and travel magazines. She has a passion for travel, particularly life at sea, and makes her home in Santa Cruz, CA with her husband, daughters, and their families. No matter the language barrier, perceived danger, altitude, squalls, fashion faux pas, or ingested gluten, she writes to inspire with a focus on journeys of the heart—always on the lookout for great champagne and a pair of red shoes.

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Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway Healing Magic by Neely Powell

10/18/2021

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Healing Magic
The Witches of New Mourne 
Book Three
Neely Powell 

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: Oct. 18, 2021
ISBN Paperback: 978-1-5092-3960-3  
ISBN Digital: 978-1-5092-3961-0
ASIN: B09F3VX1PCB
Number of pages: 279
Word Count: 65,001 
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Tagline: An empathic witch. A magical warrior. Joined by love, they battle a demon and an evil spirit.

Book Description:

Eva Grace Connelly is a witch and a beloved healer. Rodric McGuire, paranormal expert and descendent of faerie warriors, adores the flame-haired beauty. But their future is on hold as a family curse threatens her life. 

Centuries ago, the Witches of New Mourne struck a dark bargain with the Woman in White. In exchange for peace, the malevolent spirit takes a Connelly witch from each generation. 

Eva Grace is convinced she can heal the ghost's troubled spirit and end the reign of terror. But violence and family heartbreak challenge that resolve. As Samhain approaches, the Woman and her vile demon have control. 

Is sacrifice the only road to peace? Can Eva Grace and Rodric uncover the secrets and lies at the heart of the curse?

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There had always been only one wand in the coven. It had been passed down from one coven leader to the next. Not only was it imbued with the power of the lightning, it had absorbed the powers of the coven leaders.

A new generation of witches with their own wands would be a different direction for the coven, but in her heart, Eva Grace felt it was right. This was the twenty-first century, and the witches around her table were strong and capable. They’d proven that in the meadow by standing united with Brenna when she faced Willow. It was time for change.

“Unless passed down in the coven, a wand chooses its user,” Brenna said. “We all learned that as children.” She pushed the box to the middle of the table and picked up her own wand. “Take your time and let your emotions guide you.”

Once again, the room was silent. Eva Grace looked at the beautiful woods, the carvings so lovingly made by Marcus, and suddenly knew hers would be the cedar. It would cleanse negativity in the atmosphere and would also be perfect for creating a sacred place, which she had been planning since moving to her new home. She held out her hand, and the cedar wand rose toward her. Her fingers closed around it, and warmth moved up her arm to her heart. With this wand her magic would increase, and its power would be positive and personal. She smiled at Brenna, feeling the magical thread that bound them strengthen.

Fiona studied the remaining magical implements for a moment, then took the gleaming cherry wand. An intricate, carved line ran down one side, all the way to the tapered base. “Oh my,”

Fiona whispered, a look of wonder on her face. Cherry would help keep Fiona grounded, especially when she interacted with several spirits at once. It stabilized and focused magic and helped its owner go beyond the obstacles in her path

Without hesitation, Lauren picked up the ash wood wand and raised it to create a ring of sparkles over their heads. “Oh, yeah, this one is mine,” she said and laughed with delight.

The light-colored wood with polished moonstones pulsed with intelligence, curiosity and the elements.

Eva Grace thought it suited her glamorous, passionate cousin.

“And this is mine,” Maggie said, although she didn’t touch the remaining wand.

“It’s chestnut,” Brenna said.

Still Maggie didn’t move. Eva Grace grew worried as the silence stretched. Maggie had shown her mettle at the battle with Willow, but Eva Grace suspected she still saw herself as the weak link.

“Chestnut is for those who seek justice,” Brenna said. Maggie lifted her chin.

“Justice is needed in this world.” She grasped the wand and a bolt of light shot up to the ceiling.

“Holy goddess,” she murmured as a smile spread across her face. “I didn’t know it would feel like this, as if you’re safely at home.”

She caressed the beautiful etchings that covered the deep reds and golds in the wood.

Around the table, her witch cousins tested their wands for heft and studied the carvings and crystals.

There were four crystals on Eva Grace’s wand that were essential for an empath. Rose quartz would force away negative feelings, the black tourmaline was for protection, the amethyst would strengthen her intuition, and malachite would remove emotional blockages.

Once again, Brenna picked up the family wand. “As you all know, a wand won’t work unless you can focus all of your intention on what you want it to do. That’s something you’ll have to practice. I’m learning on the job myself.” Her mischievous grin flashed.

“But it feels natural,” Fiona said as her wand glowed.

“We mustn’t forget these are weapons,” Brenna said, her teasing tone gone.

About the Author:

Leigh Neely and Jan Hamilton Powell are the writing team of Neely Powell. They met working at a rock ‘n roll radio station, discovered they’d both rather be writing fiction, and have been close friends ever since. Their path to cowriting paranormal romance took some detours. 

Leigh’s resume chronicles a diverse career as a disk jockey, newspaper reporter, advertising copywriter, magazine writer and editor. Jan wrote 24 romance novels as Celeste Hamilton for Silhouette and Avon Books and then built a career in corporate communications and public relations. 

Neely Powell became a successful team when they turned their attention to shifters, werewolves, witches, ghosts, fae and all things supernatural. 

Their first novel was TRUE NATURE from The Wild Rose Press, followed by AWAKENING MAGIC and HAUNTING MAGIC. The Witches of New Mourne trilogy will conclude in October 2021 with HEALING MAGIC. 

Their rules for maintaining a partnership are simple:  be honest, be kind, and bring Diet Coke and chocolate.

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10/15/2021

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Heavenly Desire by J.L. Sheppard - Exclusive Excerpt  #PNR

10/12/2021

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Heavenly Desire
Elemental Sisters 
Book Three
J.L. Sheppard

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Jeanette L. Sheppard
Date of Publication: October 1st, 2021 2nd Edition
ISBN: 978-1732218154
ASIN: B09D37X1MC
Number of pages: 330
Word Count: 84,607
Cover Artist: Victoria Miller

Tagline: He’s fallen for the woman he’s entrusted to protect, a woman who could never be his…

Book Description:

Jade Ashley has a past she desperately wants to forget and a destiny she isn’t yet aware of. That changes when she meets Clyde, who saves her and inadvertently exposes her extraordinary abilities. She soon learns he’s her guardian angel sent to reunite her with her long lost sisters, who, like her, are part of a new breed of immortals prophesied to determine the outcome of the upcoming war.

Clyde battles the one thing that will lead to his fall from heaven—his newfound emotions, forbidden among his kind. Nonetheless, the Angel Lords promise to promote him to warrior when he completes his last assignment—to find Jade. But finding her, seeing her in the flesh, sparks a new emotion, an emotion too powerful to put into words. For the first time in two thousand years, he curses his existence, knowing she’ll never be his.

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“Clyde!” Ashley yelled from across the room and dashed toward him.

He grinned, loving the way she said his name, loving she’d come close, loving more the smile brightening her face.

“Jake’s going to let me see him turn. Isn’t that awesome? I can’t—”

His heart dropped, smile faded. He didn’t think, just decided, “No.”

Ashley took a step back. Simultaneously, Jenna smacked him across his shoulder.

He couldn’t blame her. The way he’d said that, how he’d sounded, he’d been too angry, no, infuriated.

“Oh boy, Ash. Get ready.” Jocelyn said, her voice coming from beside them where she stood, her sidetucked against Landon.

Clyde hadn’t noticed when Jocelyn joined the conversation either. Seems he didn’t have it in him to pay too much attention to anything other than Ashley. His every thought, action, everything focused on Ashley, right then on making her understand why she had to listen to him.

“It’s dangerous. You can’t be near…” Jacob. Damn that demon.“I’ll kill him.” Hestalked toward Jacob.

“Clyde, don’t,” Ashley pleaded.

Jacob materialized a foot away and smirked. “Is there a problem, angel?”

He hardened his jaw. “You aren’t turning anywhere near her.”

“Clyde, please, don’t—” Ashley said, now standing beside him.

Jacob unleashed his anger, letting it circle them. “It’s up to her.”

He narrowed his eyes to slits. “Do you have a problem listening? I said no.”

“But I want—”

He faced her. “It’s dangerous. I’m not having you around turned demons, ever, especially him.”

Her face fell, and her eyes pleaded, “But Jenna and Joce—”

Without losing her gaze, he jerked his head side to side. “I don’t care.”

She widened her eyes a split second before she narrowed them and snapped, “You can’t tell me what to do.” Cheeks flushing, she squared her shoulders. “I’m an adult, and this is between Jake and me.” She then turned and stormed off.

He stayed there, dumbfounded, staring at where she’d been until Landon spoke.

“I thought you said she never got angry.”

“She’s related to me.” Jocelyn grinned. “Of course, she gets angry.”

“Come on, Clyde.” Jenna rolled her eyes. “You know better than to try to control an Elemental.”

He narrowed his eyes at her then sliced his glare to Jocelyn. “She’s been spending too much time with these two.”

Jenna shrugged. “Yeah, whatever. Believe what you want, but no woman likes it when a man tells her what she can and can’t do.”

Lucas wrapped an arm around Jenna’s waist and hauled her until he’d pressed her front to his side. “You better fix it, quick. The longer you let her stew, the worse it’ll be.”

Right.Not wasting a second, he materialized near the elevators, inches from her. “Angel, please—”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m mad. You aren’t allowed to call me that when I’m mad.”

“Why?”

“Because…” She bit her bottom lip and dropped her arms to her sides. “I can take care of myself. Besides, Jake’s not going to hurt me.”

He shut his eyes, fighting to ignore the flare of jealousy that knotted his gut every time she said the demon’s name. “His name’s Jacob.”

“He doesn’t care that I call him Jake.”

She didn’t have to tell him something he knew. Clamping his jaw tightly, he admitted, “I don’t like it.”

“Why?”

Didn’t she see? Furious, he blurted, “Because it’s a step away from an endearment and you haven’t given me one.”

She stilled. Her eyes widened and a split second later softened. “Oh…”

He parted his mouth, intent on saying something, anything, but before he managed it she got on the tips of her toes, leaned into him, and pressed her lips to his. Instantly, he wrapped an arm around her waist, cupped the back of her head with the other, and dove into her mouth, deepening the kiss. 

Magnificent.

About the Author:

J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in South Florida where she still lives with her sons.

As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal, and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.

It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was first published in January 2013.

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Release Day Blitz & Exclusive Excerpt - A Place of Magic by Merrie Destefano #ReleaseDayBlitz #UrbanFantasy

10/12/2021

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A Place of Magic
Merrie Destefano

Genre: Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Fantasy
Publisher: Ruby Slipper Press
Date of Publication: October 12, 2021
ASIN: B09FNSVKZJ
Number of pages:320
Word Count: 73,000
Cover Artist: Elona Bezooshko, 
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Book Description:

Halloween is the wrong time to visit Ticonderoga Falls.
Dangerous monsters hunt in the nearby woods.

The Prey...

Maddie MacFaddin.
For her, the nearby forest holds many memories, some joyous, some forgotten. But she has no recollection of Ash, the dark, magnificent creature who saved her life as a child, or that his kind preys upon humanity.

The Monster...

Ash, a Darkling fae.
Trapped in Ticonderoga Falls for a century, he’s required to host a Hunt once a year. Then, hungry, shapeshifting faeries will descend upon the villagers and harvest their dreams.

The Hunt...

There are rules about harvesting humans; the poor creatures are so delicate. If you take too much, they’ll die. Without dreams, they perish. And perish they do—now and then—despite Ash's efforts to keep them safe. Then he realizes Maddie is the prey his unwanted guests are after. But, try as he might, this time he’s not strong enough to protect her. The entire village is in danger.

Soon the Hunt will begin. And no one will be safe.

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Ash walked haltingly toward Maddie. Beneath her fear, he could smell the sweetness of her dreams and her stories; laced with magic and dark twists and turns, they all had one thing in common—a happy ending.

Something he wasn’t sure he believed in anymore.

With one hand, he cupped her face. Did she tremble at his touch, did she recognize the gentle brush of his flesh against hers, or was that his imagination? The not-full moon hovered at his back, her silver light singing in time with his own poetry, reminding him how much he longed to harvest, how long it had been since he had eaten anything but the old dreams. Sage had been right, though Ash would never confess it to her or to any of his clan.

The old dreams of Lily, those he kept in a secret cache, had become like poison. With each one he grew weaker. If he kept this up, he would soon become a phantom, trapped between worlds. He would become the ghost he had pretended to be for so many years and he would forever haunt Ticonderoga Falls.

Unless his appetite could be once again be stirred.

Ash winced at the thought, his old wound causing him to curl over, bending at the waist. He almost lost control of his Veil and it began to melt around the edges, silver flashes of light growing nearer as the magic collapsed in upon itself.

“Be still,” he murmured, his strength failing as the pain waxed full. The Veil responded, staying just strong enough to continue holding all three of them motionless.

Woman. Boy. Dog.

Ash leaned closer to her, fighting the temptation, though it was near impossible when the phantom mists of someone else’s dreams still drifted through the forest. His lips rested beside Maddie’s ear and he whispered.

“Stay,” Ash said, speaking the words he had longed to say from the moment she had entered his territory. “Stay in Ticonderoga Falls for one more day. Then you’ll be free to go. I give you my promise. I only ask that you stay for the Hunt. Please.”

With a great reluctance, he pulled away. Maddie was caught in that still and silent world between breaths, and there are rules about how much you can tell your prey to do.

Rules bound their worlds together, held the moon and sun in place.

He knew that now. Wished he had known it long ago.

With a leap and a mighty surge of wings, Ash broke his spell and he soared away from her, into the heavens, high above the trees. Where he could resist her fragrance once more.

 


About the Author:

Multiple-award-winning author Merrie Destefano writes lyrical tales of magic, mystery, and hope. Her traditional books have been published by HarperCollins, Entangled Teen, and Walter Foster, while her indie imprint is Ruby Slippers Press. Her novels have won awards in both the science fiction and fantasy categories.

She worked for Focus on the Family, The Word For Today, Engaged Media, and PJS Publications, and her magazine experience includes editor of Victorian Homes magazine, Zombies magazine, Haunted: Mysteries And Legends magazine, American Farmhouse Style magazine, Vintage Gardens magazine and founding editor of Cottages and Bungalows magazine. Her co-authored art books include How To Draw Vampires, How To Draw Zombies, and How to Draw Grimm’s Dark Fairy Tales. Her edited books include The Man God Uses by Chuck Smith, Oil Pastel Step-By-Step by Nathan Rohlander, and The Art of Drawing Fantasy Characters by Jacob Glaser.

Born in the Midwest, Merrie now lives in Southern California, where she runs on caffeine, and shares her home with rescue dogs and cats. And although she dearly loves science fiction, in her heart of hearts, she still doesn’t believe airplanes should be able to fly.

WEBSITE: http://www.merriedestefano.com/

BLOG: http://merriedestefano.blog/

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TWITTER: https://twitter.com/MerrieDestefano

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/Merrie-Destefano-127750623906184/

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10/7/2021

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Smoke and Mirrors: A Vampire Romance
Elise Nelson 

Genres: PNR, Gothic Romance, Vampire Romance
Publisher: Shattered Glass Press
Date of Publication: May 25, 2021 
ISBN: 1777632935 
ASIN: B08ZT1JTF9 
Number of pages: 409 pages
Word Count: 120,857 words
Cover Artist: Covers and Cupcakes 

Tagline: In the shadows, nothing is ever what it seems

Book Description:

Caroline Blake is a young reporter with a past almost as cryptic as her future. She never put much stock into her late aunt’s eerie tales of monsters and demons until she takes an assignment to cover the elusive Ashdown family’s Harvest Festival. As part of her assignment, she must live at the family’s mansion for six weeks and help prepare for the event.

No one has seen the family since the tragedy that occurred at the last festival almost thirty years prior. As the only female reporter on-site, Caroline must hold her own while uncovering why the family closed their doors all those years ago.

Perhaps the most challenging part of her assignment is dealing with her working partner, William Ashdown. The handsome lord of the house seems bent on testing her patience every time they meet. Still, there is something intriguing about him that she can’t ignore.

Caroline is soon swept into a world of generational secrets, unsettling mysteries, and unexpected romance. Amidst all the uncertainty, one thing is sure: in the shadows, nothing is ever what it seems. 


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A few days went by, but I couldn’t peel the image of that creature from my mind. I couldn’t shake the nightmare, or the hallucination, if that was truly what it was. I still couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t seen it in years. Maybe it was like it was when I was a child—maybe it was a manifestation of my inner distress.

It was probably because I was worried about this new assignment. Everyone was getting all worked up for nothing—out of some blind hysteria. A mass belief in a curse borne from one horrific incident no one wanted to talk about.

My whole life had been riddled with superstition and fear. I was absolutely sick of it. I would face the fears I’d lived with my entire life, as well as the fears of this city, and I’d prove to everyone that there were no such thing as monsters or curses.

I went home at the end of another busy day to find Mr. Clarke sitting at the front desk, drumming his fingers on something in front of him. He watched me walk in with a look of deep unease. That same queasy feeling snaked through me, a contagious sensation around here. I feigned a smile and nodded in greeting. “Good evening, Mr. Clarke.”

“Caroline, you have something here,” he said quietly.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice catching slightly on my throat. He sighed, picked up the envelope, and made his way over to me. My eyes immediately fell on the letter. It undoubtedly had my name on it. When he handed it to me, I flipped it over and saw the crest of Ashdown Manor, along with the name of the family. The color drained from my face.

I looked up at Mr. Clarke, trying to find the words to say. When they failed to come, he spoke up instead. “Are you really going to do this?”

The grandfather clock in the lobby thumped even louder than usual, filling the space between us. I swallowed, then nodded. “Yes,” I said quietly, “I am.” He nodded in return, a sort of resigned nod, and then walked into the dining area.

Unsure of whether or not he wanted me to follow him, my feet stayed planted in place. I wasn’t sure if I could move right now anyway. My body felt like ice, though it had never really felt the same since that day I passed out at work.

The man shuffled back into the room, holding what looked like a frayed, cream-colored cloth. It was rolled up tightly, and the way he handled it made me feel that there was something inside. He held it out for me to take, so I grabbed it carefully. Something was indeed inside. When I unraveled it, my hands froze. It was a knife.

I looked up at him, fear and confusion clear in my eyes. He puffed out a breath and said, “Take that with you to the castle. It might prove useful to you.” My hand stayed frozen in place, fingers out and palm upright, as if afraid to fully grab hold of the blade. What would it mean if I accepted it? What would it mean if my fingers curled around the handle and I tucked it into my purse?

Mr. Clarke continued, “You may need protection. You don’t need to say anything, but please take it with you.” Neither one of us moved for about two minutes after that, judging by the crescendoing thunks of the clock.

Then, finally, he shuffled away, and for some reason, tears burned against my skin. I closed my hand around the knife, tucked it back inside the cloth, and shoved it in my bag. I grabbed hold of the letter, which had been tucked under my arm, and walked up to my room.

After closing the door, I let myself fall against it, my back sliding down the wood until my bottom reached the floor. I looked at my name on the front of the envelope. So flawlessly written, with swirling curves and thick black lines. I flipped it over and examined the seal—the crest: two ravens and a lion, vines looping around the exterior, outlining the curious animal depictions.

The ravens were floating atop the lion, the feline’s paws reaching heavenward, its gaping mouth snarled open. The odd thing about it, though, was that the ravens didn’t look like they were afraid of the lion. They looked like they were commanding it, smiling over the lion’s vain attempt at attacking them. What a strange crest, I thought, mesmerized by its peculiar design.

I reluctantly took the knife Mr. Clarke had given me and broke the seal, cutting the envelope open and releasing the contents inside. A crisp, bone-colored piece of parchment fell into my lap.

I picked it up and read it:

Brakerton Heights September 16, 1885
Miss Caroline Blake,

We are pleased to inform you that your application has been received and accepted. Please report to the front gates of Ashdown Manor at 9 am sharp on Friday, September 18th. Your stay with us will be for a period of six weeks, in which you will accompany a member of the house as we make preparations for the newly re-introduced Ashdown Family Harvest Festival.

We look forward to making your acquaintance.

Sincerely,

William Ashdown
Ashdown Family Manor

September 18th. That was only two days away.

I could hardly believe it. I applied for the job, and I wanted it, but a part of me thought I’d get rejected. What was I to do now? I looked out the window as if the dreary weather would offer me my solution. What could I do other than wait until the morning for my fate to arrive? Whatever fate that might be.

About the Author:

Elise Nelson is a writer of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, comics, and articles. She has published under a few different pen names since she was nineteen and has been published in literary periodicals, including The Nassau Review and Essig Magazine. She has also worked as an editorial intern for Christopher Matthews Publishing as well as a writer and editor for many other companies, magazines, and websites. She has a Bachelor of Arts degree from Boise State University, where she studied English literature, creative writing, and multimedia storytelling. She is currently a writer and editor for Jotaku.net and enjoys writing Star Wars fan fiction in her spare time.

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