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Pneuma Series by Serena Kearney – Book Tour + #Giveaway


Pneuma Series Book 1
by Serena Kearney
Genre: SciFi, Supernatural Romance
Estelle Caldwell caused a war with her birth.
Estelle Caldwell has friends, family…everything a girl could ask for. But
as she looks back on her life andher birthday approaches, weird
things start to happen.

Questions are left unanswered. Her feelings are starting to become clear for
the one she’s been in love with her whole life.
People she knows start to become strangers to her.
She has to leave to protect them… to


vital spirit, soul, or creative force of a person.


Do you know what it feels like to hold fate in your hand?
Was it fate that my whole life got turned upside down?
He was the reason I had to leave.
Making the sacrifice caused my heart to rip in two.
I wanted normalcy. I wanted my life to be my own.
But it’s nothing without the people I love, and it’s for
the people I love that I have to leave.
Please be kind.
Will he still remember me?
Will our first and last kiss be one and the
Please remember.
Please be with me.
Family is tested.
Memories are everywhere.
Love is one of the biggest
reliefs and hurts you can have at the same time.
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“Get her out of here! Now!” Gramps commanded. They didn’t hesitate and pulled my arms the opposite direction and my feet followed as I ran with them. I looked back just as we were about to turn the corner and saw Borin stand tall and push Larry back with his heavy arms. Gramps fell to the ground.
A wave flooded through me. A wave of intense violence.
“NO!” I screamed and quickly turned back, seizing my arms away from their grasps, heading back to help Gramps. I could hear Reed and Kent’s footsteps run back after me. But I didn’t care. I was not about to leave him. He was rubbing his head as Borin stood over him, about to place a hand on him.
“Don’t you touch him!” The voice that came out of my mouth was unrecognizable. I ran to him, holding out my arms to shove him away.
My body felt unfamiliar. My feet lightweight. My arms tingled as I felt a sensation rise to my shoulders, down my forearms, and out my fingertips.
Before I could even touch Borin, he flew away from Gramps’ side and slammed into a garbage receptacle a few feet away, causing a dent with his body.


**FREE on Amazon!**
Pneuma Series Book 2
***The continuation from Book One- Pneuma***

Follow Estelle and Reed’s journey in Book Two- Surge.


1. a strong, wavelike, forward movement, rush, or sweep.
2. a strong, swelling, wavelike volume or body of




When I find out our link isn’t complete, we have a whole other journey
to discover.
Through pain, sweat, and a full out war between the planets, it is laid, not
only on my shoulders, but Reeds as well.
And when I find out who Vega has captured and what he has in store for
us, I am going to need everyone’s help in the process.
Can I do what I am fated to do?
Will our love survive?
Or will it be a tornado destroying everything in it’s path?
ps- excerpt

“I’m sure she can handle herself.” Jovian tugged again at my arm, pulling me away from Reed’s body, but his grip staying strong.
“Uh, you guys–” I cleared my throat.
“I’m sure she can too.” Reed cut me off. They were in their own world. Their world where they were about to maul each other in front of my eyes.
“Hey! You guys need to get some food!” The tornado feel of our swirling energies started to dissipate as Dennis stepped into our circle, one hand on each of their shoulders. Their death gazes were still locked onto each other. Reed’s piercing blue eyes were waves of rage, while Jovian’s golden eyes were shining with nothing but heated ire.
I snatched my arm from Jovian’s grasp and moved my waist away from Reed’s. “Yes, Dennis, I am starving!”
“All right, come on, guys!” Dennis stepped into my place, moving me out of the way, and got in between Jovian and Reed, squeezing them tightly with his arms wrapped around their shoulders.

Pneuma Series Book 3
A pair of beings who have formed an unbreakable, metaphysical link.
They often experience heightened levels of ESP, including telepathy,
telekinesis, and remote viewing.
The first place I called home.
The place I lived.
The place I fell in love.
The place my family
raised me.
The place I formed
everlasting bonds.
Can I ignore the ache in my chest when all I see through their eyes
hate and built up hostility?
When I think I am done with one war, I have another to deal with.
Can I do this?
Will I be brave enough?
Reed gives me strength.
Earth is my home.
I will save it.
ps- excerpt

“We are not your enemies!” I yelled as the others came and circled around me, their bodies crouched, ready to fight anyone who came near. The humans left their guns in the air and all pulled out knives or daggers from their pockets, ready to kill us through hand-to-hand combat.
“Es, this isn’t fair, we can kill them easily, what do we do?” Dennis whispered from in front of me. With a motion of my hand, I turned the hovering guns and pointed them back at their owners. The humans’ hands lifted in surrender.
“If we were your enemies, I could kill you right now!” I took another breath. They had so much fear, yet so much strength in their eyes. I softened my voice to say, “Is this what you want?”
No one answered. An arrow came flying through the protective circle around me and near my head, but my eyes stopped it in its place, then broke it in half, dropping to the floor.
“That doesn’t mean shit! You’re an alien and we want you gone!” a deep voice yelled, one that I knew all too well. Dennis stood up straight from his crouched posture; he knew too, along with Reed. I threw the guns onto the ground, distracted, as I moved out of the circle they made and stepped forward.
I scanned the shadows, but didn’t see anything. But I could feel him. Those green eyes were planted on me. “Show your face, Kent!”

I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published
my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it’s hasn’t stopped
One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound
problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it
out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not
enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.
So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.
My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red
velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.
I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I’m
trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.
And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my
endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous
imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself
and follow my dreams.
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Operation: Endgame by Tee Morris – Cover Reveal


Operation: Endgame
Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences
Philippa (Pip) Ballantine
Tee Morris
Book Description:
Agents Books and Braun on their final adventure with the Ministry of Peculiar
There is no time to rest for Eliza D Braun and Wellington
Thornhill Books. The man who has haunted and hounded them since the fall of the
Maestro, Doctor Henry Jekyll, is now on a killing spree, using bizarre,
theatrical murders as a way to taunt their inability to capture the. It falls
on Books and Braun to turn the tables on Jekyll and bring him to justice.
As Wellington and Eliza continue their pursuit of
the madman Jekyll, the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences stand against a recent
surge in House of Usher activity. Agents Bruce Campbell and Brandon Hill
discover more about the intention of Operation: Ragnorok, and the Ministry find
themselves in a race to thwart Usher’s intent to plunge the world into chaos,
despair, and a noticeable lack of clotted cream for Devon Teas.
The Ministry will not let this stand.
About the Authors
Philippa (Pip) Ballantine
New Zealand born fantasy writer and
podcaster Philippa (Pip) Ballantine is the author of the Books of the Order and
the Shifted World series.
She is also the co-author with her
husband Tee Morris of the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences novels as well as Social
Media for Writers. Her awards include an Airship, a Parsec, the Steampunk
Chronicle Reader’s Choice, the RT Reviewer’s Choice Award for steampunk, and a
Sir Julius Vogel. She currently resides in Manassas, Virginia with her husband,
daughter, and a furry clowder of cats.
Find out more about her at
Tee Morris
Morris has been writing science fiction, fantasy, horror, and non-fiction for
over a decade. His first novel, MOREVI: The Chronicles of Rafe and Askana,
became the first novel to be podcast in its entirety, ushering in a new age for
authors — podcasting. In 2011, Tee penned with his wife Pip Ballantine the
Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences series. The series and its short fiction
podcast, Tales from the Archives, has won several awards including the 2014
Parsec Award for Best Science Fiction Anthology Podcast, the 2011 Airship Award
for Best Steampunk Literature, and RT Reviews’ Choice Awards for Best Steampunk
of 2014. In 2016, Tee and Pip released the fifth book in the series, The
Ghost Rebellion; the first book in a new spin-off series, The Curse of the
Silver Pharaoh; and the unexpected novella of erotic ridiculousness and hidden
messages from Ministry command, Countless Hues of Crimson.
somewhere in the middle of all that, Tee and Pip released with Writer’s Digest
the go-to, how-to book, Social Media for Writers. In 2017, he reunites with
Chuck Tomasi for the third edition of Podcasting for Dummies and brings his
steampunk adventures to a close with Operation: Endgame. Tee and Pip also host
The Shared Desk, a podcast covering collaboration and other aspects of a
writer’s lifestyle.
the works of Tee Morris, and his occasional geek rants, at


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Rebel Vampires by Rosemary A Johns – Book Tour + #Giveaway


Blood Dragons
Rebel Vampires Volume 1
By Rosemary A Johns
Genre: Urban Fantasy
How do you rebel in a family vampires? AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY
“In a precarious world where vampires are both predator and prey,
Blood Dragons deftly blends elements of paranormal thriller and passionate
romance… A character-driven, sizzling-hot saga” –
Midwest Book Review
Escape into a supernatural suspense aflame with love, revenge and
There are three people in this affair…and two of them aren’t human.
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the rebel bad boy vampire of
the Blood Lifer world, with a photographic memory. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s hidden in the shadows with
Ruby – a savage Elizabethan Blood Lifer. She burns with destructive
love for Light. But he’s keeping a secret from her, which breaks
every rule. When she discovers the truth, things take a terrifying
5* “Compelling” – The Good Writer, Margarita Morris
5* “Completely gripping” – Silver Dagger Scriptorium
For fans of Night Huntress, Immortals After Dark, Anita Blake,
Fever and Blood Dagger Brotherhood take a deep breath and dive into the spellbinding secret world of
Blood Life.

1960s London. Kathy is a seductive singer but she’s also human. Light is
tempted by his desire and the danger, even though their romance is
forbidden. When the two worlds collide, it could mean the end. For
both species.
When Light discovers his ruthless family’s horrifying experiments, he
questions whether he should be slaying or saving the humans he’s
always feared. What dark revelations will Light reveal at the heart
of the experiments? Will he be able to stop them in time? The
consequences of failure are unimaginable. Unless Light plays the part
of hero, he risks losing everything. Including the two women he
A rebel, a red-haired devil and a Moon Girl battle to save the world –
or tear it apart.
Blood Shackles
Rebel Vampires Volume 2
Would you sacrifice your freedom to save your family?
AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY… When vampires are the slaves, and humans are the
monsters, it’s a dangerous game to love your Mistress. “Tragic,
triumphant, addictive…this is a novel everyone should read” –
Readers’ Favorite 5*
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the bad boy vampire of the
Blood Lifer world, with a talent for remembering things. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s been forced to hide in the
shadows. But not now. Not since someone hunted him down. When he’s
bought by his Mistress, Light fights to escape. If he doesn’t,
he’ll never solve the conspiracy behind the Blood Club.
Who are these ruthless humans? And who betrayed the secret of the Blood
Lifer world?
London, Primrose Hill. Grayse is the slaver’s daughter. She buys Light,
like he’s a pair of designer shoes. So why does Light feel so drawn
to her? Especially when his family is still in chains. Will he risk
everything – even his new love – to save them?
Does a chilling conspiracy lie behind it all? A stunning revelation leads
Light to an inconceivable truth. To the dark heart of the Blood Club.
If he can face his worst terrors, he can save his family and whole
species from slavery.
Maybe he can even save himself.
Blood Renegades
Rebel Vampires Volume 3
Light lives for his vampire family. Now he may die for it.
ESCAPE INTO AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY… Light – rebel, lover, anti-hero
– will be burnt at the stake in fourteen days. In a hidden,
paranormal London, he’s been branded a traitor and terrorist
Renegade – a Blood Lifer hunter of human slavers.
Liberty is a relentless interrogator. She’s been trained to hate Renegades.
Yet when her life converges with Light’s, she’s enticed by the
dark and glory of his world.
Light is catapulted into a nightmare of secret research, deadly enemies and
perilous intrigue. Soon he’s in a race against time to transform
into the true leader vital to save his family, home and love. But
will he be able to judge predator from prey?
Light must make the ultimate choice: to hide in the shadows. Or walk into
the light…
Betrayal. Death. Hope. Isn’t that how all truly great stories start?
“Rosemary A Johns is one of fantasy’s greats. She’ll put you in mind of Anne
Rice and leave you wanting more”-
Mom’s Reviews
Take what you know about vampire romance and throw it away. Rosemary A
Johns is not only a refreshing new voice in this genre, she excels
it. Her vampires are edgy, titillating and enticing” –
Addiction Reviews
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When I’d prowled down the biscuit corridors on the hunt for Sun, however, I soon realised I was the dim prat who was being hunted.

There was a shuffle style scampering behind me.


A door on the right.

I sniffed: not First Lifer, nor Blood. But predator…every nerve screamed it.

A good barney would set me straight, yet the hairs on my neck were rising, as if I was in some poncey B-movie; I’d never been hunted like buffalo before.

Shuffle scamper. Slam.

Shuffle scamper. Slam.

The – thing – zigzagged across the corridor behind me.

Every time I twirled round, however, it’d hidden in another room, and there were only expanses of charcoal walls and doors stretching away, as if I was in The Shining.

I gulped.

We choose to be either predator or prey. That’s the truth of it. I used to reckon it was God or our DNA, which birthrighted the glory or the shame.

But that was the bollocks.

We shift between the two, and right now? Fear had transformed me into prey.

So I ran.

Behind me I heard a loping scamper. A banshee scream.

I skidded round the corner to the ranks of pristine lifts. Brains beat…everything.

I smirked: go evolution.

Still, I couldn’t stop myself pressing the underground garage button – press, press, press – frenziedly. As the steel doors clanged shut, I caught a glimpse of bristling black hair, yellow canines and a pink whiskery mush, which grimaced in infuriated rage at losing its prey.

I’d like to see any animal work out a lift.

When the doors pinged open, I screwed shut my peepers.

All in a tiz, my heart was rapidly beating, and I was sweating. I hadn’t got a hold of this being the prey lark.

‘Still traumatized by enclosed spaces, Light?’ Blake was leaning in inky black V-neck and trousers, against a BMW i8.

I attempted to swagger out of the lift but with legs like jelly..?

I didn’t even convince myself.

Then I heard a ping behind me.

It couldn’t be..?

Shuffle scampershuffle scampershuffle scamper

That was sodding it: no more being the prey.

I spun round to face my tormentor…


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WINNER OF SILVER AWARD in the National Wishing Shelf Book Awards.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is the author of the bestselling Blood
and Blood Shackles – the compelling Rebel Vampires
Blood Renegades is the thrilling third installment.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is a music fanatic and a paranormal anti-hero addict who creates
spellbinding worlds, thrilling action, gripping suspense and
passionate romances, all uniquely told.

wrote her first fantasy novel at the age of ten, when she discovered
the weird worlds inside her head were more exciting than double
swimming. Since then she’s studied history at Oxford University,
run a theatre company (her critically acclaimed plays have been
described as “uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasily true to
life”), and worked with disability charities.
When Rosemary’s not falling in love with the rebels fighting their way
onto the page, she heads the Oxford writing group Dreaming Spires.
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Soul Dance Series by Ann Gimpel – Book Tour






Book Description:

Tairin’s wolf is more than just a
dream creature. She hates it, but it’s also her only friend.
1700s Egypt is a haven for
magic-wielders of all kinds. Vampires hold court, staying one step ahead of the
priests and priestesses who want them dead. Gypsy caravans roam the Nile from
north to south and back again, plying their wares, telling fortunes, casting
Tarot cards, and stealing from the gadjos.
Tairin Jabari was born in a
caravan and has always believed she’s Romani. Why wouldn’t she? Her mother and
father never suggested otherwise. The Rom have harsh rules. When Tairin’s first
shift catches her unaware at thirteen, her father disappears, and the elders
move with deadly speed to punish her mother for mating outside the blood.
Hurt, lost, confused, and fearing
for her own life, Tairin runs away, leaving her mother’s smoking funeral pyre
behind. If she could only find her father, he’d welcome her. He’s always loved
her, hasn’t he? Only problem is he’s in a shifter settlement. With her mixed
blood, they won’t welcome her any more warmly than the Romani. It doesn’t take
long before Tairin discovers how desperately unprepared she is for life outside
her protected caravan. With her survival on the line every single day, she and
her wolf have some hard choices to make.
Beginnings, the prequel to the Soul Dance books is only available in the
Magic After Dark Boxed set.
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About the Box Set

Journey from the hills of Ireland
to Victorian England, from medieval Italy to eighteenth century Egypt, from the
United States to the sand-baked Middle East and beyond to explore forbidden
magic, meet exotic gypsy lovers, navigate the pitfalls of ancient prophecies,
battle vampires and shifters, and defeat evil sorcerers and hellish demons.

This unique collection, inspired
by the rich and varied history of gypsies from all over the world, contains
over one million words of captivating urban fantasy and paranormal romance
fiction that’s guaranteed to keep you up long after dark.


Discover gypsy worlds where
heroes roam and magic reigns with twenty-five brand new works from today’s New
York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors.


Each book within this collection
is exclusive to the set and can’t be found anywhere else. Preorder now for a
future filled with romance, mystery, adventure, and magical thrills!

*** Contributing Authors ***
York Times bestselling author Rebecca Hamilton
Today bestselling author Caryse Locke
York Times bestselling author Margo Bond Collins
Today bestselling author Ann Gimpel
Today bestselling author J.L. Weil
Today bestselling author J.A. Culican
York Times bestselling author Tom Shutt
Today bestselling author T.F. Walsh
F. Wilson
author D.N. Leo
J. Normoyle
J. Parker
author Julie Morgan
author Nathan Squiers





Germany, 1940
Half Romani, Tairin’s no stranger
to hiding her mixed blood from gypsy caravans. What she can’t hide is her
perpetual youth, courtesy of her shifter heritage. Every few years, she drops
out of sight, resurfacing in a new country to join a caravan where no one knows
her. She’s overstayed her welcome where she is, but Germany is at war, and
travel has become all but impossible for everyone targeted by the Reich.
Elliott’s clairvoyance is strong,
even for a Romani. Seer for all the caravans in Germany, he catches Tairin
eavesdropping outside their leader’s wagon one night. He should turn her in,
but it would mean her execution, and he can’t bring himself to do that.
Instead, he interrogates her. Her magic is different, but he can’t figure out
quite what she is.
Any association between Romani
and shifters is forbidden, and Tairin shields herself from Elliott’s probing.
She should leave right now, tonight. It would be easy enough. Shift to her wolf
form and run, keeping out of hunters’ gunsights. She’s on the edge of flight
when Elliott suggests a covert task to prove her loyalty. Tairin agrees
immediately, kicking herself for being weak where he’s concerned. Shifters and
Romani have no future together. Zero. Zilch.
She should be smart about this
and vanish into the night—before he discovers what she is and destroys her.
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Soul Dance

Book Three



Germany, 1940
Magic runs strong in Ilona, a
gypsy seer. Powerful ability isn’t valued in Romani women, so she focuses her
fortunetelling on inconsequential details. Nothing that could come back to
haunt her caravan if a prediction went bad. Rounded up and dumped in Dachau
prison camp, she has plenty of time to rue her decision to downplay her
ability. If she’d taken the time to scry her own future, she’d still be free.
A wolf shifter, Jamal made the
mistake of wedding a Romani woman centuries ago. His arrogance caused both
death and heartache, and he’s been alone ever since. The recent threat of
vampires joining the Third Reich has provided ample reason for shifters and Rom
to lay their ancient enmity aside and work together, but their détente is
Jamal and a group of shifters
come across Ilona after her escape from Dachau. Vulnerable, terrified, she’s
fully prepared to fight. Her courage and mettle touch places in him he’d
thought were dead, but she’s Romani. His last relationship ended so badly, the
last thing he needs is to fall for another gypsy woman. He wrestles his
tumbling emotions into submission, but when she trains her enigmatic, gray gaze
on him, his resolve first weakens and then vanishes entirely.
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About the Author:
Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a
psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been
stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the
backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not
1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those
in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s
writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag
friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in
her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when
challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company.
Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months
later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a
beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.
that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It
didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve
been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always
been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.
addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of
camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke
is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone
else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life
together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids
round out their family.

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Midnight Angel by Tracey A Wood – Reviews

seven five star reviews

Midnight Angel

After almost losing her life in a vicious, bloody attack. Kat Shaw, a thirty-something, divorcee, discovers that there are such things as monsters. And the predator who attacked her is not human. She starts to develop unusual skills which have murderous consequences. And is an unwilling witness to multiple, brutal murders, seen through the eyes a killer. Thrown into a battle of Good vs. Evil, she falls in love with two men who are not what they seem. While her attacker stalks her and continues to murder the innocent. She has to find the inner strength to take on and fight the demons from hell. To protect her family and friends while also trying to save her life.
Read some of the Reviews for Midnight Angel

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Midnight Angel (The Council Book 1)
by Tracey A. Wood (Goodreads Author)

Susan James‘s 5 STAR review

Aug 01, 2016

it was amazing

Midnight Angel is not the kind of book I normally read. I love books set in England, but as a rule I don’t read any romance tinged with horror and graphic violence. But I couldn’t put Midnight Angel down. I had to know what happened.
Kat is a divorcee with a grown son. She’s bought herself a new cottage and is planning a great time redecorating with her best friends. When she’s assaulted by a monster everything changes. The assault leaves her with terrible wounds and new powers. Suddenly she can see things she’s never seen before, including a lover who first comes to her in dreams. Kat’s caught up in the battle between angels and demons and if she and her new friends don’t find the demons, it could mean the end of our world. Wonderful first book. Looking forward to reading the next one.


US Review

5 STAR Unique and gripping to the very last page

ByRebeccaon October 26, 2016

Format: Paperback

Midnight Angel captured my interest from page one.

The author crafted paranormal suspense that kept me on the

edge of me seat…and made me late for work yesterday!

Through the shape shifting tale, she told a very possible

romantic story that gave a realistic feel to the novel. I love

getting caught up in the world of a book and peeking over my

shoulder just to make sure the paranormal isn’t real. Yes, it

was that good! I loved all the side characters and hope this

author continues with their stories in a continuing series.
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New review UK

5 STAR Fantastic read!, 27 Nov. 2016

By Gemma Ikins

This review is from: Midnight Angel (The Council Book 1) (Kindle Edition)

If you are looking for a book thats exciting and a bit different…you just found it! This book is amazing, I couldn’t put it down! The creativity is fantastic, it makes you picture what’s happening in your head! I literally didn’t want it to end. Good job!

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Posted on August 4, 2016 by Carrie


After surviving a vicious attack Kat Shaw learns that monsters really do exist in the world. She begins having dreams of brutal murders and finds that she is seeing what the demon who had attacked her is actually doing. Kat is thrown into the battle of good versus evil as her attacker stalks her and continues to murder innocent victims.

First, a couple of things about Midnight Angel. This one is definitely an adult fantasy read as there was quite a bit of sexual content going on. It took me a bit of getting used to as I’m used to the whole demon fighting type of read being mostly young adult. Plus with this one there’s a bit of a love triangle situation with the main character meeting two men.

Otherwise, I like the idea behind the plot in this one. The idea of surviving an attack only to end up linked to the attacker was certainly interesting. To be injured and have your injuries heal rather quickly would be odd enough but to learn what you are seeing is actually taking place and there is a whole world out there you didn’t know existed was a fun topic.

Tracey A Wood

About the Author

Tracey A Wood has lived in Staffordshire, in the United Kingdom. She has been married for over thirty years and has two children. One of her boy’s lives at home due to being disable the other has flown the coup. She has three cats that are her babies, and she talks to them all of the time. Funny thing is they don’t answer back!

She loves snowboarding, skiing, jumping out of airplanes and bungee jumping. Well, that is when other people are doing them. She prefers to have her nose in a book or writing one. She also loves to people watch which her husband is always telling her to stop doing. She has a job that she enjoys and works full time. Although if she won the lottery, that might change! She has also got a very good imagination!

She is still working full time and is also working on another book in her limited spare time.  Her favorite saying is ‘Everything happens for a reason’ which she also believes is true.

Her books are fast paced and centered on a female lead who finds an inner strength after being thrown into situations that are beyond her control.

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Rising by Sonya Weiss – Book Tour + #Giveaway




by Sonya Weiss
Genre: Young Adult, SciFi Supernatural Romance
Pub Date: May 9, 2017
When sparks fly between a human and a Supernatural, the entire planet
could be at stake.
It’s been ten years since the Great Extinction, when Supernaturals
threatened to destroy humanity. Now, in the sleepy town of Wayside,
Nevada, seventeen-year-old Cassie Grant’s life couldn’t be more
ordinary. Determined to get into an Ivy League college, her focus is
squarely on her studies. But suddenly everything changes when she
witnesses Jason Taylor, a cute and quiet loner, mysteriously save a
young boy from falling to his death.
Although the Supernaturals ultimately retreated to their planet, three
families were left behind—including Jason’s. So far, they’ve
been successfully hiding in plain sight. But Jason knows that if
Cassie exposes him, all their lives will be in peril—especially
since Cassie’s father is the head of the Alien Eradication and
Defense Department. At first, befriending Cassie is Jason’s
survival tactic. But as they spend more time together, they begin to
fall in love. With the authorities closing in and a hidden threat
that could tear the very Earth apart, can Cassie and Jason keep each
other safe—or will their star-crossed romance start another
rise- excerpt


I wiped off the mess I’d made of my makeup for the second time, and stared at the pallor of my skin in the mirror. The scar high on my cheekbone wasn’t as bad as the ones on my back, but it was a visible reminder of the attack that gave me nightmares. Each time I’d jerk myself out of sleep, I’d fallen right back into the disturbing images again. No high IQ needed to guess why. At dinner Dad had talked in detail about the destructive nature of aliens. As if I needed to be told.

His stories and warnings alone weren’t the reason I didn’t like aliens. I knew firsthand that they killed, that they left humans scarred. I didn’t blame my father for my injuries, but my mother did. I pushed away the memory of what happened during that awful camping trip in New Mexico. That night had forever changed all of us and made me look at aliens differently.

Aliens were mysterious, powerful beings who were hunted by the government but more often than not, we humans were the prey. While there were a lot of pro-alien groups around that spouted on websites and to anyone who’d listen that we had nothing to fear from these “visiting creatures,” the scars on my body were living proof that was a lie.

A strange premonition swept over me and I shivered, then tried again to reapply my makeup fast so I wouldn’t be late for school. One more year, and then I was through.

I couldn’t wait to get out of Wayside, Nevada, far away from my father, and his job as lead agent at the Alien Eradication and Defense Department. I didn’t want to live with the reminder of aliens at every conversation. I needed a clean slate, a place where I could build good memories. I wished we could go back to our lives before the Great Extinction.

That war between the humans and aliens sucked the laughter out of our family like a tornado had spun through. Aliens had killed my uncle during one of the battles. My father hadn’t been the same since his brother’s death but he’d tried hard to keep himself together. But then after me nearly dying during that camping trip because of an alien attack, my father had unraveled in ways that baffled and sometimes even scared me.

I finished applying my makeup, checked my arms and back in the mirror to make sure my scars were hidden, and gave my face one final glance. Good enough. Grabbing my backpack, I made my way down the stairs to the living room where Mom lay curled on the sofa beneath a blanket. She had the same shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes I did, but where she was cover-model confident, not even photoshopping could erase my self-consciousness. I was a little on the nerdy side so I’d never been that confident, but after I was scarred, it had only gotten worse. I didn’t wear sleeveless shirts anymore and I wouldn’t dream of ever wearing a bikini again.

With a frustrated sigh, Mom sat up and muted the television, silencing the anchor mid-report on the frequent earthquakes striking our area. I stood behind the sofa and lip-read the closed captioning for a few seconds.

“Anything new, or are they rehashing yesterday’s news?”

“Not much new other than the United States Geological Survey is monitoring the area. Nevada is the twenty-first state hit with a wave of them.”

“That’s a lot of earthquakes.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, Cassie. If there were, the USGS would inform the right people who would then inform the public.”

I didn’t believe that. Because of Dad’s job, I had insight into how the government hid things. The rash of unexplained earthquakes made me edgy. “Where’s Dad?”

To my surprise her lips tightened, and I wondered if there was trouble again in Alienville. “He slept at the office last night.”

“Chasing little green men wore him out?” I pushed my hands through my out of control hair to corral it into a ponytail.

She tried to hide it, but a ghost of a smile flitted across her lips, and for a second we were unified in the knowledge Dad was acting weirder than usual. “You know your father.”

My stomach dropped. They’d been fighting more lately and the fights were getting uglier. “Did he sleep at the office because of his work or…”

“You should eat. I’ll make you something.” She got up and went into the kitchen. Mom was a great cook, but she never took the time anymore because she always had to leave the house before I did. I didn’t know what she was still doing home.

After taking the milk out of the refrigerator, she poured a glass, and then reached for the box of pancake mix. When she pulled the eggs out and set them on the counter, I said, “Mom? What’s going on?” Different what-ifs flitted through my mind while I waited for her to answer. Dad was having an affair. Mom was sick. Or Dad’s grouchy, could-never-be pleased mother was coming to visit. That last one made me feel sick. “Is Grandma coming for a visit?”

She glanced over her shoulder, shook her head, and laughed as we shared a look of mutual thank-God relief. “Speaking of aliens,” she muttered.
I laughed again. “Seriously, Mom. What is it?” I covered her hand with mine to get her to stop trying to make breakfast.

She hesitated, as if trying to decide how to answer. “Your dad thinks there’s a connection between aliens and these earthquakes.”

I rolled my eyes. Their power wasn’t something to be underestimated, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think they could control the Earth. “He thinks there’s a connection between global warming and aliens, power

outages and aliens, rising taxes and aliens. When doesn’t he think things are related to aliens?”

She shook her head as if trying to shake off the sudden heaviness blanketing both of us. “You don’t want breakfast?”

I moved to the pantry and scored the last chocolate chip granola bar from the box. “I don’t have time. The class hike is today. I have to rush, or I’ll be late.”

“You’re wearing that?”

I glanced down at my jeans with the myriad of artful cuts. “These are retro. Everyone’s wearing them.”

“I meant the T-shirt.”

I put a hand over the image of ET. I’d unearthed the shirt at the secondhand store. “It’s a joke.”

“Make sure you change before your father sees it. No use throwing gas on the fire.”

Dad was exactly the reason I’d bought the shirt, and I didn’t care if he saw it. Yes, I was afraid of aliens, but I was tired of my fear holding me hostage and I was trying to find my way back to the me I’d once been. There were so many things I didn’t do anymore since that camping trip because I was too afraid.

“Cassie?” Mom said.

“Fine, I’ll change before he sees it.”

“Are you riding in with Mark?” She sounded hopeful, not yet knowing my status as the alien hunter’s daughter wiped out my dating life once again.

“Um…no. Gotta run.”


Sonya Weiss is a freelance writer, ghostwriter, and author, including the
Stealing the Heart series with Entangled Publishing. She’s addicted
to great books, good movies, and Italian chocolates. She’s passionate
about causes that support abused animals and children. Her parents
always supported her bringing stray animals home, although the Great
Dane rescue was a surprise.
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The Ghosts of My Lai by JC Braswell – Book Tour + #Giveaway



The Ghosts of My Lai
JC Braswell
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Publisher: Magothy Publishing
Date of Publication: April 20, 2017
ISBN: 0-9979909-3-5 (Paperback)
ISBN: 0-9979909-2-9 (eBook)
Number of pages: 264
Word Count: 89,700
Cover Artist: Marcy Arnold

Book Description:

Lieutenant Chris Williams and his platoon flee My Lai—the site of an unfathomable massacre during the Vietnam War—only to have their helicopter shot down over unchartered jungle. Disoriented and separated from the outside world, Williams faces the unenviable task of navigating the waylaid band of survivors to safety. But Vietnam has other plans…
Fear begins to trump logic. Specters of the assault call for them during the jungle nights. The escape mission descends in to mutiny as they discover an unknown threat unlike the Viet Cong hunts them from within the primitive environment.
Williams soon realizes that survival is not possible without first confronting the ghosts of My Lai…and the sins of their past.



“So what’s the
plan now, LT?” Simmons moved his arms in a repetitive semicircle manner like he
was making a snow angel in the leaves. “We just going to sit here and wait for
the jungle to take us? Or do you think we’ll just die from boredom and
Simmons,” Garcia said.
“We keep going.”
He didn’t want to let them know that they might be stalked by a tiger, which
would only cause more panic in the group.
“I guess there’s
only one answer right now,” Donovan said, resting back on his elbows.
“What’s that?”
Harris asked.
“We’re screwed.”
Donovan could summon a smile even in the direst of situations, thrusting his
hips in the air. “We’re completely and totally screwed. No chance at all.”
“Please don’t
say that,” Harris’s voice cracked.
seriously? Why do you have to go on and say something stupid like that?”
Jackson nudged Donovan’s thigh. “You’re gonna scare the kid.”
“’Cause it’s
true. He’s right.” McEvoy smacked the back of his neck, smashing some insect
guts into his skin. “Look at us. Nobody wants to say it, but we’re lost. No
map. A useless compass. Not much food. Lost. And don’t get me started on these
bugs.” McEvoy slapped the back of his head again, this time catching the bug
and causing it to pop like a balloon. McEvoy gagged as he looked at his palm
before wiping it across his thigh.
“They sure seem
to like you,” Simmons said. “Must have some of that sweet boy blood.”
“Why do you have
to start when I’m worrying over here? And I don’t have any sweet boy blood.”
“Enough. No more
talk of death,” Williams said, tossing one of the river pebbles he kept in his
pocket at McEvoy. “No more talk of anything. We take a short sleep and get
“If you say so,
boss.” McEvoy squirmed as the rock plunked him on the shoulder.
“What I wouldn’t
give to listen to a little Doors right now. Just fade away with it all.”
Donovan looked up at the stars. “Seems appropriate to die while listening to
some good music
“How’s the
injury?” Garcia dropped to one knee and went to untie Williams’s makeshift
compression bandage. “I’m not sure how many we of these left. Maybe one.”
“Shouldn’t I ask
how your shoulder is doing?”
“No need to
worry about something small like that,” Garcia responded. “I’m not the one with
a rotting leg.”
“Since you put
it so gently.”
“You said it
yourself. Might as well be honest. We’re just a sideshow.”
Williams knew there was reason to be concerned. He could smell the infection
from three feet away: rotting eggs. Based on Garcia’s tempered reaction, it
could only be getting worse.
“Hey, what about
the radio? We’re on higher ground. Might be worth giving it another shot.”
Harris, with his naïve youthfulness, held on to a simple hope.
“Go for it. Not
like it’s going to hurt,” Williams answered, drifting back to the memories in
his mind. Seagulls cawed from around Annapolis harbor, the zip of a fishing
line pulled as a fish splashed on the surface. It was only a pipedream.
“It ain’t even
turning on,” McEvoy said. He clicked the switch a few times, relying on a
miracle that would not happen.
“Oh, come on,”
Harris whined. He slapped the radio a few times—the old magic trick never quite
worked out for anyone with experience in electronics.
“Relax, guys.
That things as useless as both of you.” Donovan said, drumming his fingers
along the ground to the beat of whatever Doors song played in his head.
“Wait. Think I
got something.” McEvoy’s words called their attention. The radio whined as
McEvoy adjusted the knob until a muffled song broke through the static.
“What’s that?”
Jackson asked, leaning in as if he could listen better.
“I don’t…I don’t
know.” McEvoy honed in on the signal until a distinct muffled chant emerged.
The small troupe stared at each other, a mixture of confusion and disbelief as
the unknown words captivated them.
“It can’t be,”
Donovan said.
“Maybe some
local station?” Harris asked.
The chanting
grew more distinct with little melody to the deliberate words.
“A local
station…out here? No damned way.” Williams said, noticing the VC perking his
head up with a glaze covering his face. It was as if the chanting signaled the
VC to wake.
“These people
have some weird tastes,” Jackson said.
The troupe
gathered closer, exchanging glances between each other and the radio. The
lights flickered with the strength of the foreign words, the dials shifting
back and forth.
“You recognize
any of this?” Williams looked at McEvoy.
“I…no. It’s…too
old. An older dialect.” McEvoy shrugged.
The chanting
intensified, the chorus of foreign words almost shouting. The treetops around
them rustled as a stiff breeze suddenly rolled across their makeshift camp.
Williams looked back at their VC prisoner, who remained silent, transfixed by
the radio’s signal.
“This ain’t
right. None of this is right.” Harris withdrew from the contraption.
“Hold on to
yourself,” Donovan said. “Nothing we can do.”
Louder. Faster.
The radio shuddered with the strength of the signal.
“Turn if off.
Turn it off,” Garcia demanded.
The VC’s lips
started to move, almost in unison with the chanting, but he did not make a
“I’m trying.”
McEvoy twisted the dials, but the radio refused to obey.
Its housing
crackled then sparked, causing McEvoy’s arm to snap back. The sharp smell of
burnt rubber and metal poured out of the case. Then, with a pop and brilliant
flash, the radio went silent, its light fading to black. The VC then dropped
his head in concert with the chanting as it came to an abrupt halt.
“Jesus,” McEvoy
said, blowing on his finger.


“El Diablo,”
Garcia muttered in a voice low enough for only Williams to hear.

About the Author:

A fan of Lewis, Hemingway and Tolkien, author JC Braswell writes in a few different genres including Thriller, Horror, Sci-Fi, and Young Adult.
In addition to writing JC is a practicing attorney specializing in estate planning and corporate law, he is the recipient of the American Health Lawyers Association award for his legal writing.
JC makes his home along the Chesapeake Bay with his wife and two children.
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Wicked by LM Pruitt – Book Tour



A Damned Novel

LM Pruitt

Release Date: April 2017
All things truly wicked start from innocence.
—Ernest Hemingway
Book Description:
Being a demon isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Especially when you make a massive mistake your first month on the job.
Even more so when your sister is one of the all-star players on the other team.
Add in the rumors of not one but two coups and it’s not hard to see—something wicked this way comes….


“Julie, is it?
When you died, what did you see? And please don’t insult us or waste our time
by claiming you saw nothing.”
I studied him
for a moment, torn between doing just that and telling the truth. There was
something about meeting the be-all-end-all as far as the creation of everything
went which made me want to keep our conversation to ourselves. On the other
hand, I didn’t relish having to go through the whole dying thing again and I
had a feeling the key to my miraculous return rested in those few minutes when
I was, to quote the younger dead, all dead.
“There was a
white room. And a woman.” I paused, hesitating another moment before
continuing. “She said She was the Power.” I took a deep breath, holding it a
few seconds before exhaling. “And when I asked if She was going to kill me, She
said no, it wasn’t my time to die. And then I was back here.”
“It’s not
enough.” Joanne shook her head, her hair sliding over her shoulders. “Michael,
it’s not enough. You know how She is. She could have been playing one of Her
fucking word games and any minute now—.”
“I know, girl.”
The almost giant next to her knelt down, kissing the side of her head before
murmuring something in her ear. Whatever he said reassured her enough to have
her letting up some of the death grip on my hand although she still didn’t let
go. Michael turned to Gabriel, standing silent and watchful in the back of the
room. “Can you speak with Her?”
“You think She’s
less likely to lie to me?” Gabriel snorted. “You know She doesn’t play
“And we all know
that’s a lie. She was willing to sacrifice innocents to keep you whole, if not
happy.” Gideon’s gaze flicked to the tall redhead who, if I was keeping up with
the names being thrown around earlier, had to be Lucinda. “She’ll answer your
questions, even if She doesn’t want to.”
“I didn’t say
She wouldn’t answer me. I said there was a good chance She would still lie to
me.” Gabriel sighed. “But fine—as the patron saint of women and children—.”
“We already know
your resume.” Joanne’s voice was so acidic every person in the room, archangel
or not, flinched. I lifted my brows but stayed silent. This Joanne wasn’t the
one I remembered. This Joanne seemed as if she could not only reduce a person
to tears with a few words but she would enjoy doing it. “Now go do your job.”
“As the queen
wishes.” Gabriel offered a bow which was just a shade shy of mocking, his smile
dying away when he glanced at Joanne. “Right. I’ll be back as soon as
His departing
flash was enough to blind me but thankfully sulphur free. Although I was
feeling less and less like death with each passing second, I wasn’t quite ready
for the scent of brimstone.
“You had to piss
him off, didn’t you, Mom?” Olivia widened her eyes, blinking rapidly. To be
fair, the majority of the people in the room were reacting the same way, the
only exceptions being Joanne, Barry, Raphael, and Michael. “You know how he
feels about being ordered around.”
“Much the way
you feel.” Joanne’s face softened ever so slightly, her lips curving upward.
“In case you wondered where you get that particular quirk from.”
“Yes, blame it
on my brother.” Michael kissed her cheek again, tucking her hair behind her ear
and studying her face. Whatever he saw there had him nodding. “Why don’t we all
go in to the other room for a few minutes? Leave the two of you alone?” He
glanced over at Raphael and Gideon, standing silent and watchful with matching
looks of suspicion. “Do you think that will be a problem?”
“If she were
human, hell, yes—she had multiple seizures leading up to a massive cardiac
episode and she was dead for damn near ten minutes.” Gideon paused, sighing and
shaking his head. “But I’ll admit, I don’t have a goddamn clue what’s happening
here. Even when the Power is generous enough to provide a miracle, She still
tends to make it hurt, just so you don’t mistake her kindness for weakness.”
please.” Joanne’s voice broke and once again the entire room responded,
although this time there was a definite degree of panic. People all but tripped
over themselves in an effort to exit the room, the sole exceptions once again
being Michael, Raphael, and Barry. “Just a few minutes.”
“Fine. Yes.
Fine.” Gideon shoved Lucinda toward the flap which apparently served as a door,
nodding rapidly. “If anything happens, yell.”
“If you need us,
we’ll be outside.” Olivia scooped up Douglas, ignoring his whines to stay with
Nana. She paused with one hand on the flap, glancing over her shoulder. “Do you
want me to go get the others?”
“Not yet.”
Joanne shook her head, clearing her throat before continuing. “I need a few
“Okay.” Olivia
shifted her gaze to Barry. “Are you coming?”
“In a moment.”
Striding across the room, he nudged his way between me and Joanne, kissing the
top of her head and then mine. “Let me know if you need anything.”
It was a tossup
as to who his statement was directed toward and right then it didn’t matter.
Joanne nodded, stretching up and kissing his cheek. “I don’t know why you were
there but thank you.”
His only answer
was a nod before he followed Olivia out of the room.
“We’ll be right
next door.” Raphael leaned across the bed, giving Joanne a hard, brief, almost
possessive kiss. Glancing at Michael and lifting his brows, he said, “Call if
you need anything.”
“Don’t be a
hero, girl.” Michael didn’t kiss her, instead simply pressing his forehead to
hers. “Call.”
“We’ll be fine.”
She glanced at me, her smile clearly forced. “I promise.”
The two men
exchanged another look before leaving the room, the flap dropping shut behind
him. For long minutes, there was only silence. Finally, Joanne sighed and shook
her head.
“Julie—what the
fuck have you gotten yourself into?”



About the Author:

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she’s killed bamboo. Twice.  She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.
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Nate Temple Chronicles By Shayne Silvers – Book Tour + #Giveaway


Obsidian Son
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 1
By Shayne Silvers
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
A city that doesn’t believe in magic. Bloodthirsty weredragons. Good
thing this reckless playboy has superpowers…
It’s been said that monsters cry when a good man goes to war. But they
should run screaming like little school girls when that man is
secretly a wizard, and maybe not necessarily good…
Nate Temple’s all-consuming quest to avenge his parents is temporarily
put on hold when shape-shifting dragons invade St. Louis. And perhaps
cow-tipping the Minotaur for answers might not have been Nate’s
smartest opening move, because now every flavor of supernatural thug
from our childhood nightmares is gunning for him. Nate learns that
the only way to save his city from these creatures is to murder his
best friend…
Nate’s choice will throw the world and his own conscience into cataclysmic
chaos: avenge his parents or become a murderer to save his city.
Because to do either, he’s going to have to show the world that
magic is very, very real, and that monsters are very, very hungry…
To survive, he might just need to take a page from the book, How to
Win Friends and Influence Monsters.
If you like Jim Butcher, Kevin Hearne, or Patrick Rothfuss, you will
LOVE the first installment of The Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller
Blood Debts
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 2
A Wizard, an Angel, and a Horseman of the Apocalypse walk into a bar…
The ancient pact between mankind, Heaven, and Hell has been broken. And
this upstart wizard’s quest for vengeance may have just kicked off
Armageddon. So, time for a drink… or maybe two.
Already plagued with sinister night terrors that could qualify him as a
card-carrying psychopathic insomniac, Nate can barely even manage to
put his pants on in the morning, let alone pick teams for the
But when he’s framed as a demon sympathizer, condemned by the Armies of
Heaven, and hunted down by both his allies and the Four Horsemen,
this wizard doesn’t think it can get any worse…
Then they take away his magic. And a wizard without magic stands no chance
against the forces of Heaven and Hell…
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 3
The Brothers Grimm – legendary supernatural assassins – have escaped
their prison, and their first day in St. Louis could be Nate Temple’s
Sharing a beer with Death – one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse –
really put a few things into perspective for this foul-mouthed,
billionaire wizard. Like finally strapping on the boots to propose to
his girlfriend.
But assassination contracts have a way of putting wedding plans on hold.
Perhaps permanently. And with the entire wedding party on the
bloodthirsty Grimm’s hit-list, and his family fortune in jeopardy,
Nate realizes they can’t run and they can’t hide. So, time to do
magic and stuff…
But with every flavor of supernatural thug teaming up to help the Grimms,
Nate realizes that friends have become enemies and enemies have
become friends, and he’s forced to cross lines that are better left
When magic, claws, and teeth dance to the song of war, the only thing left
to learn is who lives and who dies. And if Nate can live with the
No wonder a guy is terrified to propose…
Silver Tongue
The Nate Temple Chronicles Book 4
My resume is pretty full: I’ve cow-tipped the Minotaur, decimated a
gang of weredragons, sucker-punched an Angel, and eaten pancakes with
the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse…
I’ve kidnapped one of the most powerful wizards on the planet, and
slaughtered the Brothers Grimm. I’m kind of a big deal.
But I never thought I’d find myself at a crossroads, a pawn in a deadly
game that I hadn’t known existed, willing to sell my soul to save
the life of someone I loved… That’s when I learned true fear,
because the world I thought I knew was all just smoke and mirrors,
and I was just a puppy playing amongst wolves…
Beast Master
The NateTemple Chronicles Book 5
What do you do for Thanksgiving Dinner when your guests are Death, an
Angel, and a slew of other monsters? You have a nerf gun war, of
course… But the Queens of Fae want to crash his party. And the
Beast Master is abducting shifter children for a Monster Circus.

Thanksgiving Dinner plans with Death, an Angel, a vampire, Achilles, and a slew of
other monsters are cut short because a Monster Circus has come to
town. And the Beast Master needs new Monsters for his show…
But the Queens of Fae also want a little deep-fried wizard for the
Oh, and Nate is losing that last finger-hold on his
sanity: hallucinating, and talking to creatures that no one else can
see. The ancient demon inside of him is getting stronger, fighting
for dominance, and only one of them can survive.
But when a wizard curses Nate, extorting him to rescue a lethal Chimera child
from the Beast Master’s Circus, Nate’s only option is to partner
with his inner demon, risking his very soul. But his friends begin to
doubt and fear this new, darker Nate, taking matters into their own
hands – even when that means standing against him.
With allies turned enemies, the Fae breathing down his neck, and a
dangerous child’s life on the line, Nate must call upon, bully, and
coerce new storybook legends and gods to save his traitorous friends
from becoming the Beast Master’s next victims…
Discover what – if anything – Nate is willing to sacrifice to save the
friends who betrayed him…
Shayne is a man of mystery and power, whose power is exceeded only by his
mystery. In other words, a storyteller.
He currently writes the Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller Series, which
features a foul-mouthed young wizard with a chip on his shoulder
attempting to protect St. Louis from the various nasties we all know
and fear from our childhood bedtime stories. Nate’s been known to
suckerpunch an Angel, cow-tip the Minotaur, and steal Death’s horse
in order to prove his point. His utter disregard for consequences and
self-preservation will have you laughing and cringing on the edge of
your seat.
Shayne holds two high-ranking black belts, and enjoys conversing about
anything Marvel, Magical, or Mythological. You might find him writing
in a coffee shop near you, cackling madly into his computer screen
while pounding shots of espresso.
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Unsevered by Traci Sanders – Book Tour + #Giveaway


by Traci Sanders
Genre: Romance, Supernatural
“Five stars have never made me feel like this. Where are my Kleenex?”
Allaina Daniels

A gripping story of love found, lost, and rediscovered in a magical
Jewel has met the man of her dreams … the one person with whom she’s
meant to spend eternity. Harley is charming, charismatic, and
although he can’t carry a tune in a bucket, he’s the most
gorgeous man she has ever laid eyes upon—especially in his U.S. Air
Force uniform.
Just days after the couple returns from their honeymoon, Harley is called
to active duty in the Middle East. Jewel is heartbroken but
determined to adapt to her new life as a military spouse and support
her husband. Her plan is short-lived when Harley is killed in action
just days after his deployment.
Unable to cope, Jewel withdraws from her family, friends, and the world
around her, until Harley visits her with a message from the beyond.
Will Jewel surrender to the dark side to be with her true love, or will
she discover that sometimes people are put in our paths for reasons
beyond our understanding?
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One more brush of his skin on mine.

One more taste of his kiss.

One more wisp of his breath in my hair.

People say they would give anything to have ‘just one more’ moment with a loved one lost. That’s not good enough for me. I want it all back. How could I be satisfied with just one more fleeting moment with the only man I’ve ever loved – the one who owns my soul … and will forever?

I can’t let go.

* * *       * * *     * * *

The silence in my room is broken by the rattle of capsules in a little green bottle I hold in my trembling hand. I blink and hot tears stream down my face.

Two of these magic pellets can give me the sleep my body is craving, but a handful can bring me eternal relief from the agonizing pain ripping my heart to shreds. They may even take me to meet Harley.

Life goes on as normal around me. Dad is busy with his new wife and daughters. My best friends, Chelsea and Gretchen, are workaholics. Mom is the only one I worry about. She and I grew quite close during my teenage years when Dad was busy with work. Most mother-daughter duos fight during that stage of life, but we clung to one another, keeping each other safe. I begged her to buy a house close by when I moved away to college. She didn’t want to give up her home. I understood that. It was the only house we’d ever lived in as a family.

Mom stayed with me for a few days after I got the news about Harley, but being the ever-stubborn, fiercely-independent person I am, I convinced her I was fine so she would go back home. I knew she couldn’t afford to miss much work.

Settling into married life, I was happy to spend all my time with Harley. Now he’s gone. There’s a void in me that no one can fill, not even my mom.

I stare into the bathroom mirror, but I don’t like what I see. My puffy eyes are heavy with bags. No amount of concealer can hide the frown lines I’ve earned the past few weeks.

I shuffle to my bed and place the bottle on my night stand. I grab Harley’s pillow and press it to my face; the faint traces of his cologne still remain. His watch rests where he left it. He said he didn’t need it because, “It will be as if no time has passed when we see each other again. We’ll pick up right where we left off.”


Chelsea and Gretchen—my best friends from college—live less than thirty miles from me, and they use that phrase too. We make plans to get together often, but it rarely happens. We maintain our feigned satisfaction with the situation by saying, “I haven’t seen you in forever, but it’s like no time has passed.” We’re going in different directions. No matter how good the intentions, life changes things.

I sniff a time or two and wipe my cheeks again. My hands shake as I grab the little green bottle one last time. I dump a few pills into my hand, and then add several more for good measure. I reach for my water bottle and prepare to toss back several of them. One for each memory I can’t erase. I close my eyes and pray it won’t take long for me to get to him. I’m so sorry, Mom.

Just as the first pill is about to meet with my tongue, the radio comes on by itself and plays a soft version of “I Got You Babe.’’ My nose is invaded with the scent of Eternity cologne and a disembodied voice sends chills down my spine.

“Don’t do it, Jules.”


* * *       * * *     * * *


I would know his voice anywhere. “Harley? Oh, Harley.’’

“Yeah, baby. It’s me. I’m here,” he says, his words calm and soothing.

A tremble reverberates throughout my body. The tears seem to pause midstream on my face. My voice is barely audible.

“Where? I can’t see you. I must be dreaming.”

“No, you’re not dreaming. You’re grieving. And you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life.”

If my hands were shaking before, they are almost convulsive now. Even my veins quiver at the sound of his voice. I wipe my eyes and run my fingers forcefully through my hair a few times. I slap my cheek to make sure I’m really awake. It hurts. Yes, definitely awake.

My inner thoughts escape through my mouth.

“This can’t be happening. You’re dead. I’m just hallucinating. It’s the pills. Just the pills.” I nod my head a few times with vigor to confirm it to myself. I look down at the bottle still in my hand; I haven’t taken them yet. I put the capsules back in the bottle and close the lid.

“I’ve been watching you since the moment I died. I know what you were about to do.”

My eyes shift toward the floor.

“But what’s the use in living if I can’t be with you? At least we could be together this way.”

“It doesn’t work like that, sweetheart. You can’t kill yourself to be with me. We won’t end up together.”

Tears flood my eyes. “But I miss you, Harley. I want to be with you. There’s nothing here for me anymore. I don’t want to live without you.”

The room is silent for a moment. I call out his name to ensure he’s still there. Moments later, he speaks again.

“I know. I miss you too. But I lived out my destiny. I died doing what I was meant to do. I served my purpose in the world, and then I was called home.”

“But your home is here with me. You belong here!” Anger and desperation seep through my words.

“The universe is done with me, but it isn’t done with you yet, baby. You haven’t fulfilled your destiny.”

“And what is my destiny?” My tone is sarcastic. I walk around the room, grasping air, trying to touch the voice I’m hearing.

“I can’t answer that for you; only you can discover it. But I know you’re going to do great things in your world.”

“I don’t want to live out my destiny without you. We were supposed to be together forever, remember? We’re,unsevered.”

My sobs return the minute that word escapes my lips. My mind slips into a memory of the day I first heard it. We’d just returned from our honeymoon and Harley said he wanted to go for a drive. He loved to surprise me, so I had no idea what awaited me.


* * *       * * *     * * *


Harley adjusted the blindfold he had placed over my eyes moments before. “Uh-uh, no peeking,” he said. I smiled and pictured his dazzling blue eyes flickering with pure delight, the way they always do when he’s happy or excited.

I threw my head back, lost in the moment, as a warm breeze danced across my face, offering the sensation of a dozen butterflies hovering in search of a soft place to land.

The 1965 Chevrolet Malibu eased down a bumpy, winding road, and finally stopped.

“Okay, we’re here,” he said.

Harley slid the blindfold off my eyes and a strong scent of salt air invaded my nose. The ocean!

I scrutinized the view and absorbed the magic. Endless sand was veiled by beautiful, white seagulls. The waves performed a melodic tune as they covered the shore.

The beautiful Victorian beach house was more spectacular than anything I could have conjured in my imagination. It was a subtle taupe color, with windows that released outward at the bottom, allowing the ocean breeze to drift throughout the house.

My feet shuffled to the front porch and lingered on each pristine step before I reached the door. In a mesmerized state, I jumped when Harley’s arms wrapped around my waist.

“Do you like it baby?”

“Like it? Harley, I love it!”

“Well, don’t you want to see inside our new home?” His smile was wide, his eyes teasing. “Consider it a belated wedding present from my Uncle Walter.”


“Remember, I was his favorite nephew. He always told me it would be mine if…”

I didn’t allow him to finish his sentence. “Oh no, he died! When?” I was frantic for a moment, worried about Harley losing his favorite relative and experiencing a pain from being lied to by my husband, by omission, anyway.

He laughed. “Calm down. He didn’t die. He just decided to move into a smaller place to avoid the upkeep. He sold it to me for a very fair price.”

I slapped his chest in a playful manner. “Don’t scare me like that.” I took another look around and said in a breathy voice, “Well, it’s a heck of a wedding present. Remind me to send him an exceptional thank-you card. It’s beautiful.”

His gaze shifted toward the ground. “I hope it brings you some peace and comfort while I’m away.”

His words were gentle but pierced tiny holes into my heart just the same. My lower lip quivered and I reminded myself to breathe; that we still had time. To my relief, Harley changed the mood with one of his typical ‘glass-half-full’ suggestions.

“Let’s not talk about that. We’re here together now, and I want to enjoy every minute with my wife.” He pulled me close and covered my still-trembling lips with his.

I let out a squeal as he hoisted me into the air and carried me over the threshold of our new home. I cupped my hand over my mouth and eased out of his arms to soak in the spectacular view.

The first space I entered was a massive living room, with immaculate, hardwood floors from wall to wall, and vaulted ceilings. An elegant, winding staircase to the left was covered in plush, beige carpet. The windows were veiled by sheer, white curtains, which allowed privacy without masking the view of the expansive ocean background. Not that it mattered much since, “There are no neighbors within a few miles of us,” Harley informed me.

I sauntered to the kitchen on the right and slid my fingers across the marble island countertop that was lined by four swivel-backed bar stools. The appliances were custom-designed to match the chocolate-colored marble and a wine glass holder rested above the island. It was just like the one in a magazine I had shown him not long ago. He’d obviously paid attention.

I walked from room to room, upstairs and down, and discovered cleanly-designed spaces with no overpowering floral or striped patterns. It was exactly how I would have designed it myself, and I was impressed my husband already knew me so well.

I turned to Harley with narrowed eyes. “You did all of this?”

“Well, I had a little help. Our friends pitched in.”

“How did you have time? These are all the things from our apartment.”

“It wasn’t easy. I had to enlist some professional help to get our furniture moved out of our apartment while we were on our honeymoon. As far as the painting and decorating, you were pretty busy with planning the wedding so I was able to work on it in the evenings and some on the weekends. It really helped when you went on that spa retreat for a long weekend with your bridesmaids.”

“And I was wondering what you were going to do to keep busy while I was away,” I replied with a chuckle.

I continued to inspect the house and walked toward the glass doors situated off the living room. I stood on the back porch, facing the ocean. The warm mist from the sea sprinkled my skin. It became my favorite part of the whole house.

As I walked back inside, I saw a sign above the front entrance. It read, ‘UNSEVERED’.

Harley noted the confusion etched across my face, placed my hands in his and said, “It means we will never be apart in spirit, even if we’re somehow separated physically.”

The room was silent. A tear threatened to escape my eye, but relented when a sense of desire washed over me. I looked deep into his eyes.

“Take me,’’ I said. “Take me now.”

Needing no further convincing, he placed both my cheeks in his palms and kissed me as we lowered our bodies to the stairs together.

Our eyes remained locked on each other and our tongues danced with strong intention. In between hard, fast kisses he said, “I love you so much, Jewel. I want to make love to you.”

“I want … your mouth … all over me, Harley.” My reply was breathy and needy.

He didn’t even stop to take off my sundress, lifting it from the bottom instead. His strong hands traced a fierce path over the outer edges of my hips as his thumbs moved downward, squeezing and teasing my inner thighs.

“More. More.” I didn’t want him to stop.

A snapping sound startled me. I let out a high-pitched squeal as he tore the white lace of my thong underwear with just one hand, too impatient to pull it down. He’d never been this forceful, but I liked it. A lot.

He pulled the spaghetti straps of my low-cut dress down to reveal my breasts. As he massaged one in each hand, his tongue teased my hardened nipples. I gasped, taking in the scent of pure virility … mixed with a hint of Eternity cologne. The combination drove me crazy. I wanted him, all of him.

He moved upward for a moment to attack my neck, leaving teeth prints along the path. I gripped his hair with both hands and threw my head back in pleasure. His lips were velvet on my body, anywhere he chose to place them. My hands moved downward in search of my prize. I released the gathering of his jeans and slid them down over his hips. Then I pushed his boxers to the floor with my foot, stroking the length of him along the way.

My back found the stairs as he entered me, and I was more than ready. He pulled me close and I took him in and out again. One of his hands became tangled in my wavy, beige-blonde locks while the other gripped the banister rail in hopes of containing his early release. “Oh … Baby … you’re … amazing!”

The passion was almost tangible—our breaths heavy, our skin on fire. A bead of sweat rolled off his forehead onto my breast. The ocean waves provided a blissful soundtrack to our ecstasy.

Almost too soon, the moment we were both waiting for came … but with great satisfaction on my part. Harley smiled and closed his eyelids as he produced short, weighty breaths. Exhausted, we both slid down the stairs at a careful pace, holding each other and basking in the afterglow.

Our short-lived encounter was more than made up for as we spent the remainder of the weekend christening every room in our new home.


* * *       * * *     * * *


My mind returns to the moment and I scold Harley’s apparitional presence for lying to me. “You told me we’d be together forever. You told me that’s what the sign meant.”

“I did say that. But it didn’t mean we’d be together forever in the physical sense; just that we’d always be in each other’s hearts.” His voice lowers and adopts a serious tone. “But there is one problem.”

“What problem?”

“I am kind of stuck right now.”

“What do you mean stuck?”

“Well, I was supposed to move on to my afterlife, but I can’t do that until you let me go.”

“But how do I do that?”

“I can’t answer that for you. It’s something you have to discover for yourself for me to be able to complete my journey. I’m sorry you feel like I let you down, but I did what I had to do.”

A long pause cuts through the air for a moment. “I don’t blame you, Harley. I know you didn’t choose to leave me. I just miss you. Why can’t I see you?” My voice keeps cracking as I wipe my tears for the umpteenth time.

“You’ll see me when the time is right; when you are ready. And you won’t be able to see the gift I left you until the time is right either.” He was still surprising me, even in death.

“I’m ready! What is it? Please, I need something to hold on to.”

“When you are ready to see it—and me—you will.” He was beginning to sound like a broken record. “I have to go now, but I will be watching over you always. Please be kind to yourself and don’t do anything else to endanger your life. Live. Be happy. Fulfill your destiny. And remember, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Don’t go.” My voice is brittle, fading.

He doesn’t respond.

“Harley?” I call out his name until my throat becomes scratchy and my voice is almost absent.

“Harley? Harley? Come back. Please don’t leave me again.”

There’s no reply.

He’s gone.




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