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Title: AWAKENED (The Gatekeepers Book 1)
Author: Stacy R. Collins
Pub. Date: February 21, 2019
Publisher: 48fourteen
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 410
When seventeen-year-old DEVYN CARTER arrives at school, she expects the day to be as boring and mundane as usual, but when she meets the new, hot substitute teacher, and the even hotter transfer student, Devynâs life transforms into anything but normal.
With these newcomers, also come some harrowing revelations that thrust Devyn into a group of warriors, the Order, dedicated to ridding the world of the monstrous creatures known as Moon Children.
It quickly becomes clear that Devynâs role in the Order is more than anyone had thought. Pressed into training the skills she never knew she possessed, Devyn finds herself faced with the toughest decision she has ever had to make: leave the Order and return to her life for what little time humanity has left, or give up all she has ever known to assume a role she never chose and risk her life to save the world.
From the author of Grave Little Secrets comes this EPIC new fantasy series that tests limits, explores love, and unveils a world hiding in plain sight. Hold on to your seats!
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Stacy has always enjoyed writing stories that are creative and packed with suspense. As a child she would write short stories to share with her friends and teachers. As she got older, she dabbled in poetry and even tried her hand at writing song lyrics, but her passion was for novels.
Her debut novel, Grave Little Secrets, is a suspense filled novel that will keep you on the edge of your seat wondering who is behind all the threats. Who could know the secret that Alex has sworn to take to the grave with her. Grave Little Secrets is scheduled to be released early 2017, so be sure to snag your copy.
Apart from writing, Stacy enjoys spending time with her family. She also loves to read and listen to music. If sheâs not running around the yard with her kids, she is curled up on the couch with a book in her hand, getting lost in the magic of the words. Stacy currently resides in a small town in South Carolina with her husband, Richard, her four lovely children, and one fur baby.
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A Queen’s Trust
-- EXCERPT: Troy frowned at her as she stood with her weight on her good leg. “Is there anything the doctor can do for it?” This was one of things Andi would clam up about, but he didn’t like seeing her in pain. Her eyes darted to her nightstand. “He gave me this cream that’s supposed to help, but I forgot to apply it this morning.” Troy followed her gaze and found the tube in question, along with the ‘every twelve hours’ instructions. He hadn’t seen her put it on since before dinner last night, and as he unscrewed the cap of the tube, he knew he hadn’t smelled it on her this morning. “Not very good at following dosing instructions, are you?” She gave him a flat stare. “I was busy.” “Mm,” Troy agreed, “and after you’ve run yourself into the ground trying to help your people, who is going to help them when you’re gone? Who knows enough to take over for you?” She opened her mouth, then closed it, brow furrowing. Troy squeezed a bit of the paste onto his finger and gestured at her with his other hand. “Bottoms off.” She gave him a long look, then tucked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled down, kicking her pants off her ankles. “Bed might be more comfortable than the bench, don’t you think?” He kept his tone light, wary of scaring her off. She could be so temperamental about accepting help. She stood and walked part-way to the bed, stopping when she was in front of him. “You know I can do this on my own, don’t you?” He cupped her chin with his ointment-free hand and gazed deep into those verdant depths. “If I have to see you in pain, at least let me be part of the solution.” Energy leapt between them; the air was heavy with it. She was measuring him, trying to decide if she could trust him. He felt like he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, or he’d break the spell. And he also knew, on some level, that if he passed, he’d have no reason not to extend the same trust she was giving him… to her. She didn’t break eye contact. “I don’t need you,” she whispered, but her eyes told a different tale, full of longing. He stepped in closer. “I know.” He dipped his head, slowly tilting her chin up until their lips brushed against each other, a taste, a test, a connection that immediately had him needing more. His panther prowled, waiting for its chance to claim her, to mark her forever as his.
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Title: Falling For You
Series: Bragan University #3
Author: Gianna Gabriela
Genre: Sports Romance
Cover Design: Sly Fox Cover Designs
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Zack Hayes was taught that hard work pays off. He lives by that adage, working a part-time job, playing football and taking a full load of courses in the hope that his parents can stop working themselves to the bone.
However, when things start to go wrong, Zack begins to believe that when you come from nothing, working hard doesnât get you anywhere.
Emma Wilson has spent her whole life hiding in the shadows because she isnât who her parents wanted her to beâwho her father wanted her to be.
She loses herself in her studies and in the piles of romance books she devours. It isnât until her roommate begins dating a football player that the worlds sheâs worked so hard to separate inevitably collide.
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Gianna Gabriela is a small-town girl living in the Big Olâ City of New York. Sheâs been reading for years and calls it her addiction. Her favorite genre to read is anything in the YA, NA, and Contemporary Romance realm. She's a writer of the sexy alphas you want and the strong heroines you need.
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Wicked OriginsI have no idea what’s happening to me. When a tornado dropped my car in a land of short, wild people, I was shocked. With no way to get home, no idea where I was and no clue how to communicate with the muchkins, I was completely out of luck. Then I found out that my car had landed on someone and killed them. Supposedly she was the Wicked Witch of the East. If that wasn’t bad enough, now her ruby slippers magically appear on my feet, and slowly, I’m becoming her. Now I need to get to Emerald City and see the Wizard if I want to stop the transformation and return home. But the yellow brick road is no cake-walk, and I don’t know what I’ll find at the end of this journey. Luckily, I have three brothers I meet along the way to help me on my journey. Each of them is vying for my affection, as if it doesn’t matter that my skin is turning green. Wicked Origins is a modern YA Fantasy Retelling of L. Frank Baum’s original Oz tales. Buy on Amazon (Available in Kindle Unlimited)Wicked Gambit (Wicked Origins Book 2)The Witch of the West is a necromancer. And she doesn't take kindly to strangers on her land, not when she’s been preparing to make war against the Wizard. And now Dorothy and the three shifter brothers are unknowingly caught in the middle of the dispute. They will face more dangers than they anticipate, but Dorothy discovers a new magic power she has with the shoes. Will this newfound power help her destroy the witch and gain the brothers their pardon? Or will the cost of using that new magic be too great? Buy on Amazon (Available in Kindle Unlimited) Enter to win a $25 Amazon GC. Must be 18+ Available wherever you can receive an Amazon GC.Book of Enchantresses
-- EXCERPT: Kiera’s point of view “Would you like something to drink?” a man with a long beard asked, wiping a glass with a white towel. The bartender was dressed in all black and wore a black metal bracelet that reminded me of a Fitbit. Not a human. Ezekiel had told me about those bracelets. The vampires who wore them owed a debt to a master, most of the time to the master who had created them. If he tried to escape, the master only needed to push a button on a device and the vampire would incinerate. “No, thank you. I’m waiting for someone.” I waved a hand and flashed a glance at the other three bartenders. Two of them were female vampires, both wearing a black metal bracelet. I was just about to turn when he leaned closer. “I’ve never seen you here. Is this your first time?” Do I tell him the truth? He’s probably been working here for a long time. Best not to lie. “Yeah, my first time. I’m here to meet someone.” “Would you like to leave?” I blinked in confusion, and something in my stomach knotted. “Why would I leave? I already told you, I’m meeting someone.” He placed down the glass, flung the towel over his shoulder, and leaned forward to show me his sharp canines. “You’ve come to the wrong club, lady.” My skin tingled. A warning. “No. I know where I am. Perhaps you need to keep your opinions to yourself. Do I need to speak to the manager?” I made a point to look at his bracelet, which flashed a tiny red light. He glared. “My master won’t care. I know what organization you work for. Do you know what we do with your kind?” Lie. Deny it. I crossed my legs so I could easily access the weapon tucked inside my boot. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Do you think I would come alone and start something to get myself killed? You’re a fool. I have no idea who you think I am, but I am just a lowly Nephilim.” Who will kick your ass if you touch me. “Perhaps. Then can you explain the crowd standing behind you with death written across their faces?” I flicked my gaze to the mirror behind the bar. It was now packed with supernatural beings. Shit. This is a set-up. I’m going to kill that bitch witch.
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The Immortal’s Salvation
-- EXCERPT: Chapter 1 Stone Haven, Pennsylvania Weddings sucked. Scratch that. Attending a wedding solo sucked. Toni actually liked them otherwise, mostly because they were an excuse to dance. And in the itty-bitty town of Stone Haven, Pennsylvania, the only place to dance was the Jazz Hall, but good dance music was not regularly on their schedule. Although her kitchen made a perfect dance floor, it lacked a certain something in the ambiance department. As she waited for the best man to finish his toast, which had turned into a rambling story about his drunken escapades with the groom, Toni spun her wine glass around and around by its stem. Finally, someone had the sense to take the microphone away from him, and the emcee announced the couple’s first dance. Toni snuck a glance across the table at Birdie and Uncle Jim, who were watching the bride make her way to the stage with a good deal more interest than she felt. Birdie’s smile was so genuine, Toni vowed to at least pretend to enjoy herself. The mother of the bride, an old friend of her aunt’s, cried as the couple began swaying to a top ten pop song. A cute couple. And a fine venue for a wedding. The Lakehouse was a highly rated restaurant along the second-largest man-made lake in the state. Decked out in white fairy lights, inside and out, the restaurant looked especially charming that evening. How much must it have cost to rent the place for a night? Likely more than she made at the shop in a year. But whose fault was it that, even working two jobs, she likely couldn’t afford a wedding here? No one’s but hers. “I’m grabbing a drink,” she whispered to her aunt. “Want anything?” Birdie shook her head, still enthralled by the dance. Her uncle’s drink, a soda, sat full in front of him. Might as well make use of the designated driver. Toni stood, pulling down the black and gold lace dress that had ridden up her legs, and downed the last of her wine. The indoor bar was closer, but she found herself walking toward the pop-up one on the deck. Toni pushed open the door and breathed in the fresh mountain air. She really should get away from town more often. While The Lakehouse was only twenty minutes away, it was nestled between the State Game Lands on one side and residences on the other, providing an ideal view. During the day. The same mountain range that graced the outskirts of Main Street back home rose high into the night sky, though only shadows were visible in the dark. “Pinot Noir, please.” While the bartender refilled her glass, Toni looked down to the docks below and watched the pontoons and speeders sway each time a wave made its way toward shore. Despite the hour, boats continued to roam the lake. During the summer months, Stone Haven and the surrounding areas were popular with tourists, something townspeople bemoaned but were secretly proud of. “Thank you,” she said, taking her newly filled glass. “You work at Ye Old Curiosities,” said a woman next to her. Toni tried to place her. Nothing. Remembering people was not one of her finest qualities. “I do,” she said, her tone polite. “I’m assuming you’ve been there before?” “Once. It’s a cute shop.” “Thanks,” she said, accepting the compliment on behalf of her aunt and uncle. Although she’d worked at the shop for years, she was only an employee. Birdie and Uncle Jim were the ones who’d made it their life’s work, selling everything from antiquities to novelties, the more eccentric the better. “You can practically believe vampires are real when you go in there,” the woman added with a smile. Toni couldn’t help but smile back. Part of her wanted to shock the woman by revealing the truth—vampires werereal, and two of the originals had just moved to Stone Haven. “Nice wedding,” she commented instead. “Extremely,” the woman said as she waited for her companion to get his drink. “Do you know the bride or groom?” Neither, actually. “My aunt is good friends with the bride’s mom.” Toni knew the mother well enough, but the daughter had been sent away to boarding school as a young girl. She’d only come home for holidays and summer vacations, so their paths hadn’t crossed often. An odd thing, sending your kid away. Her parents had both been career-driven and ambitious, but they never would have considered such a thing. Shaking away the thought, she smiled at the quirky woman and stepped away. Toni sipped her wine, not a bad Pinot Noir for a wedding, and watched as white dots bobbed and weaved in the distance, the water below nothing more than a mass of black from this distance. Mesmerizing. Even though she couldn’t see the water, just knowing it was there brought her a sense of peace as it always did. In a former life, Toni must have been a mermaid. Or a pirate. Or something having to do with the water. Did everyone love it as much as she? Her train of thought was broken by a prickling awareness. Someone was watching her. She didn’t have a sixth sense like her best friend, Alessandra, did. She wasn’t one of the Cheld—a line of superhuman beings created to counterbalance vampires. She wasn’t the one who’d led the vampires to Stone Haven, and yet she could tell one of them was currently watching her. Toni turned to look at him, her heart lurching as it did every damn time he was near. What in blazes was Lawrence Derrickson doing at her wedding? Well, not precisely her wedding, but she hadn’t seen him at the ceremony earlier or any time before now. She was pretty sure she would have noticed. When it came to Lawrence, she couldn’t help but notice. He was a six-foot-plus, sandy-haired, green-eyed vampire, for heaven’s sake. And sure, it turned out vampires weren’t the gothic, garlic- and daylight-phobic creatures popular culture set them out to be, but they were still practically demigods. They were immortal, and they drank blood, for God’s sake. Pretending she hadn’t seen him wasn’t an option. There were no more than ten people out here on the deck, the bartender included, and Lawrence was staring straight at her. She couldn’t see his eyes from here, but Toni knew their piercing green color. He was Alessandra’s friend and trainer, an ever-present part of their circle. Avoiding him was difficult, but that hadn’t stopped her from trying. She’d gotten quite good at it in the past two months. Breathe, Toni, breathe. He’s just a man. Well, not quite a man, actually. He was so much more. But it couldn’t matter. Even if Tyler wasn’t the best boyfriend in the world, he was hers. And at least she was committed to something in her life. Being with him felt safe, a word she’d never use to describe how she felt with Lawrence. The thought of Tyler made it easier to ignore Lawrence and the sidelong glances he always gave her. It made it easier to pretend she didn’t wish there was some admiration or affection in his eyes. Truth was, Alessandra’s friend looked at her as if she’d just stolen a treat from his dog. No, not that. It was like he could see something in her she didn’t even know was there. Like a bit of icing on her nose. If she hadn’t been thinking about that three-tier wedding cake all night, she’d probably have been able to think of a more profound comparison. As it was, cake seemed as good an excuse as any to dart inside. Avoiding Lawrence. And maybe herself a bit too.
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Book Title: The Chef's Secret by Crystal King Category: Adult fiction, 352 pages Genre: Historical Fiction Publisher: Atria/Simon & Schuster Release date: Feb 12, 2019 Tour dates: Feb 11 to 28, 2019 Content Rating: R (for a couple of explicit, but loving, sex scenes (no abuse or rape) and minor curse words) Book Description: A captivating novel of Renaissance Italy detailing the mysterious life of Bartolomeo Scappi, the legendary chef to several popes and author of one of the bestselling cookbooks of all time, and the nephew who sets out to discover his late uncle’s secrets—including the identity of the noblewoman Bartolomeo loved until he died. When Bartolomeo Scappi dies in 1577, he leaves his vast estate—properties, money, and his position—to his nephew and apprentice Giovanni. He also gives Giovanni the keys to two strongboxes and strict instructions to burn their contents. Despite Scappi’s dire warning that the information concealed in those boxes could put Giovanni’s life and others at risk, Giovanni is compelled to learn his uncle’s secrets. He undertakes the arduous task of decoding Scappi’s journals and uncovers a history of deception, betrayal, and murder—all to protect an illicit love affair. As Giovanni pieces together the details of Scappi’s past, he must contend with two rivals who have joined forces—his brother Cesare and Scappi’s former protégé, Domenico Romoli, who will do anything to get his hands on the late chef’s recipes. With luscious prose that captures the full scale of the sumptuous feasts for which Scappi was known, The Chef’s Secret serves up power, intrigue, and passion, bringing Renaissance Italy to life in a delectable fashion.
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A Pushcart Prize–nominated poet and former co-editor of the online literary arts journal Plum Ruby Review, Crystal received her MA in critical and creative thinking from UMass Boston, where she developed a series of exercises and writing prompts to help fiction writers in medias res. She resides in Boston but considers Italy her next great love after her husband, Joe, and their two cats, Nero and Merlin. She is the author of Feast of Sorrow. Connect with the author: Website ~ Twitter ~ Facebook ~ Pinterest ~ Instagram
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Escape The Night
The Sparrow and The Raven Novella
By K.A Graham
Published: January 15, 2019
The hardest prison to escape is your mind.
My brother was always the smart one. The one people turned to when they needed guidance and comfort. I looked up to him my whole life. He was my best friend. He had his demons, but so did I.
Until the night my wife was taken away from me and my world crumbled to the ground. Where was he then? He became the face of the man that murdered my wife. All I saw was an enemy, no longer my brother.
It took me years to come to terms with my wife's death and the fact that Dominic really wasn't to blame.
I never dreamt I'd find love again, but then I met Morgan. She's crept into my heart, and there was no way to escape, nor do I want to.
Do I continue to live for my deceased wife, or do I finally open myself up for a second chance at love?
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K.A. Graham grew up in a small town in Oregon. Through the years, her love for writing and poetry, turned into something she had only dreamt of. Writing her own book. She's faced many obstacles in her life, but the love and devotion of her parents, have always kept her grounded. She is an avid reader, blogger and does PA work for a few authors, which keeps her quite busy. Hard rock music lover and horror movie buff, with a love and appreciation for tattoos. Her addictions include copious amounts of caffeine, Chinese food and Haribos candy. #EmbraceTheLove #ForgetTheHate Own To Obey
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: “And am I part of your tribe now?” “No. But you belong to me.” Her frown caused a deep line in between her brows. “I own you,” he clarified. “That sounds like slavery to me,” she murmured on a breath, her brown eyes drifting from him. “It is not,” Kardos barked. “We are not like the Western Lands. We have a rich, honorable, and developed culture that you are expected to adopt. And you will adopt it by the time we arrive.” He lowered his voice. “And do not forget that you volunteered to be here in place of your sister. You have no right to complain about anything. You will obey all instructions without hesitation. Is that clear?” Her eyes lowered and she nodded. “What is your age?” “Nineteen,” she responded. He suspected as much. “And your name is Shaya.” Her eyes darted up. “It is Katashaya.” Kardos frowned. “That is not what your sister called you.” A fleeting expression contorted her face for a moment, but then her head dipped back down before Kardos had the chance to decipher what it was. “My name is Katashaya,” she said, her voice firm. “I will call you what your sister called you,” Kardos decided. The Omega’s mouth tightened slightly. “I will not answer,” she whispered. Shock bolted through Kardos. “What?” The Omega said nothing. Her eyes were stuck to a point on the floor. Kardos lunged forward and grabbed her jaw. “Speak! What did you say?” The fear in her eyes was mitigated by the tension in her lips. “Only my sister and my friends call me that.” Kardos battled the anger that grew at her audacity to challenge his decision. This disobedience would have to be trained out of her. “Did King Malloron call you that?” She blinked. “Yes.” “Then so will I,” he roared, suddenly furious. He gripped her jaw harder, a rush of something ugly and dark whipping through his body. As far as he was aware, King Malloron hadn’t even known she was an Omega. How is it that he called her a name she considered intimate? As he examined her face, he remembered he’d seen her treating King Malloron when he was wounded. Maybe she had done more for him than that. He gritted his teeth as the ugliness within him expanded and revolved, almost taking over his whole body. “Was King Malloron a friend to you?” he asked, his voice deadly and low. “Did you fuck him?” The Omega’s eyes widened and she tried to shake her head, but he held her too tightly. “No,” she mumbled through her closed jaw. “He was my King. I served under him.” Kardos drew her face to his, until her perfect mouth was almost against his lips. “You serve me now,” he growled.
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