
Date Published: March 3, 2020
Publisher: Ink & Magick
Chicago journalist Erin Nichols isn’t about to give up when she’s fired for writing an exposé. But when a combination of murder, magic, and celestial events transports her through time and space to 1900 western Canada, city hall corruption becomes the least of her worries.
But the past isn’t any safer. Awaking to learn she may be the victim of some unknown crime, Erin takes shelter with the local Mountie—the picture of upright Canadian fortitude. As tragedy stalks the nearby First Nation reserve, Erin learns from a Romanian mystic that magic is dying, and the fae are turning to their darker natures to survive.
While the reserved and sexy Mountie helps her navigate a time in which she doesn’t belong, the mysterious and seductive conjurer helps her try to find a way home. As they alight feelings and desires Erin never knew she was capable of, she begins to wonder where she truly belongs.
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D. writes stories she wants to read. Her love of the worlds of fiction led her to earn a Bachelor’s in English from Wright State University.
When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s probably hiking, crafting, watching anime, Korean television, Bollywood, or old movies. She may also be getting her geek on while planning her next steampunk cosplay with friends.
She lives in Wisconsin with her husband (John) and cats (Yin and Nox).
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![]() The Shrike & the Shadows
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: “See these lines here, my maus?” She tapped the top of Greta’s palms. “They are your heart lines. The way it curves, you have a caring soul.” “You must have that, too, Mama.” “Aha!” her mother exclaimed, and Greta jumped. “These love lines! How auspicious, little maus.” “What, Mama? What do they mean?” Greta looked up into her mother’s face eagerly. She smiled. “It will surprise you, this love of yours.” Her mother paused, frowning for just a moment before taking up her smile again. “But not for many more years. You will be ready then…” Greta’s mother stilled, her words falling from her mouth quietly. She barely heard anything after that. “Mama?” “Yes?” “Will I be okay?” “Oh, of course! But to be sure, we must find your fate,” she said, though somewhat distant. “Here they are. And look! They meet here, at your life lines… goodness, so young for such a burden.” Greta frowned at her mother. “Mama, you’re not making any sense.” “I know, my maus, I know. I did not expect to see so many… things.” “Are they sad things? Because you sound sad, Mama.” Her mother grasped at her hands and held them for a moment. She gave a gentle squeeze and said, “Not all, but some, yes. Some will be sad, and others will be happy.” “Oh.” Then, Greta’s mother fell into her with an embrace. She locked little Greta into her arms and rocked her slowly. She had felt so warm in her hold, and so content, she had almost missed her mother’s final words: “It will be a fearsome trial, my love. Your fate is bound to a great and daunting endeavor.” ![]()
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: His fingers brush mine when he takes the knife, and I fight back a shiver, trying to hold my ground. “Scorpion,” he says softly. I brace myself for more Pike wisdom, or maybe even a mention of the kisses we’ve shared that we haven’t mentioned. Instead, he smiles. “You’ve been a very good teacher. Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes.” “If you say so.” He takes his stance, gaze zeroed in on the board. He’s wearing a simple blue shirt, cut off at the shoulders, and his muscles flex when he lifts his arm. I exhale just as he throws and the knife zooms to the board, hitting inside the widest ring, but not in the middle. His eyes narrow. I smile. “I’d like to see you do this with a distraction,” he says. My heart flutters, but I nod. “No problem.” I step to the line, a whole head shorter than Pike. I feel his eyes on me. In fact, he’s so close, I feel the heat from his body. But I’m focused, and all I can see is the red circle I’m aiming for. I squeeze the blade between my fingers and hold my breath, preparing to throw. Pike blows on my neck. Chills race across my skin even as I fling the knife. The blade hits the board with a thud, straight in the middle. Pike curses softly and shakes his head. I turn to him, unable to help the smile stretching wide across my face. “See? I know a little something “I’m impressed.” “Looks like you could use some practice.” “What about on the mat?” He lifts an eyebrow. “Do you have focus there?” Uh…no. But Pike doesn’t need to know that. “I have focus anywhere.” He points. “Mat. Now.” I lift my chin, toss the last knife at the board, and smirk when it hits the center. Then I walk to the mat. I get into my stance before he joins me. I wouldn’t put it past him to attack right away. Pike’s a big fan of not being caught off guard, and he’s taught me accordingly. Pike stalks the edge of the mat, knees bent. He feigns a lunge, then laughs when I tense. “You’re lucky I don’t have a knife,” I say, mock warning in my tone. He takes a step closer. “Luck has nothing to do with it. It’s all about being prepared. Besides, I don’t want a hole in my side like Mongo.” “He deserved it.” Pike gives me his dangerous smile and takes another step. Almost close enough to reach me. “You’re not saying I deserve to be stabbed, are you?” My chest vibrates with a low laugh, but I’m still on guard. “No, Pike. Not today, anyway.” His smile lights his eyes. And suddenly he stands fully, shoulders relaxing, and closes the gap between us. I draw in a sharp breath. “What are you doing?” “What does it look like?” His hands skim my arms, making me shiver. I lift my chin to meet his eyes, lips parting slightly. “Pike,” I say, my voice coming out breathless. Then he sweeps my legs from beneath me. I hit the mat hard, banging my elbows. I kick out and almost catch Pike’s leg, but he’s too fast. He bends and snags my arm, twisting it behind my back as he pushes me flat on my stomach. My breath whooshes out, but I don’t struggle. Crap. So much for proving I can’t be distracted. ![]()
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Publisher: Tekrighter, LLC
Date Published: 1 March, 2020
A spooky mansion in the Georgia mountains with an outrageous cast of characters. Spiders, snakes, meth-heads and serial killers, oh my! Venom! ain’t your average gothic mystery, folks.
But who would expect it to be when Natalie McMasters is involved? She’s fallen madly in love with two people—her wife, Lupe, and Danny, her partner at the 3M Detective Agency. Rather than choose one of them as her life partner, she’s decided to have them both, and roped them into a relationship retreat in rural Georgia to learn how to live as a polyamorous family.
But Nattie finds more than she bargained for in the sleepy town of Greypeak. A methamphetamine operation. A snake-handling preacher. A retired FBI agent hunting a serial killer. And a charismatic psychologist who just might have his own agenda for his clients.
Nattie ultimately finds herself in the most dangerous situation she’s ever faced, which may well solve her relationship problems by costing her life. Is this really the last book in the Natalie McMasters series?
About the Author
Thomas A. Burns, Jr. is the author of the Natalie McMasters Mysteries. He was born and grew up in New Jersey, attended Xavier High School in Manhattan, earned B.S degrees in Zoology and Microbiology at Michigan State University and a M.S. in Microbiology at North Carolina State University. He currently resides in Wendell, North Carolina. As a kid, Tom started reading mysteries with the Hardy Boys, Ken Holt and Rick Brant, and graduated to the classic stories by authors such as A. Conan Doyle, Dorothy Sayers, John Dickson Carr, Erle Stanley Gardner and Rex Stout, to name a few. Tom has written fiction as a hobby all of his life, starting with Man from U.N.C.L.E. stories in marble-backed copybooks in grade school. He built a career as technical, science and medical writer and editor for nearly thirty years in industry and government. Now that he's truly on his own as a novelist, he's excited to publish his own mystery series, as well as to contribute stories about his second most favorite detective to the MX anthology of New Sherlock Holmes Stories.
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Dark Fantasy
Date Published: 2/22/20
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
The Wingless Angel
Ex-Army Medic, Silton, has had a rough go of late. Soon after being discharged from the military his wife suffered a tragic accident, then slipped into a coma and died. Now alone, drinking fills his days, and restless sleep plagues his nights.
He feels that God is finished with him, that he has no purpose in life, so he ends it all.
He falls. Naked and confused, he falls.
Silton awakens on a taught expanse of warm Skin Land. Acrid air stings his lungs, tiny hairs jut up like grass under his feet, and the pale blue eye of Heaven stares down on him.
In the distance he hears a scream, and as he bounds towards it, finds a fetid swamp of others who have fallen, sinking into the soupy flesh. Quick to his training Silton pulls a woman out of the mess, only to find her legs ravaged with breaks. Using his medical skills and the flesh around him, he binds her injuries, easing her pain.
Far off in the distance, on their huge moving home called the Sled, a group of demons set off on a journey out into the Skin Land to harvest those lucky enough to survive the fall. Those like Silton.
Silton drags his newfound friend to a distant shelter of bone as they share the reflections of life that have brought them here. With each step the mystery of this place unfolds revealing its true beauty, and its terrifying reality.
As the demons draw near, and the pale blue eye of Heaven watches above, it becomes clear that God is not finished with Silton. God has a new purpose for him, a purpose for him in Hell.
“Sin follows the sinner, it does not lead them.”
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Fabrice Wilfong has been writing fiction since he was 15 years old. His works have consistently leaned towards the dark side of human experience, where he uses characters and philosophy to challenge our shared interpretations of life.
For most of his professional career Fabrice has been in the Healthcare Industry where he’s learned to love human anatomy and the systems of the body. He feels the body remains a frontier that we are all forced to explore with little understanding of how things will unfold.
His works consistently push the reader to a deeper knowledge of themselves both mentally and physically, while daring into the fantastical and bizarre.
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