YA Fantasy/SciFi
Publisher: Cromulent Press
Date Published: 3/20/18 Paperback. 3/13/18 E-book
Uncover a Lifetime of Lies in this Fantasy Adventure!
On Day One, Charlie Damuzi and her mute twin brother, Tirigan, are blissfully unaware of the dangerous world they live in. They may be aliens living on Earth after the extinction of humans, but to Charlie, life is pretty mundane.
On Day Two, the Damuzi family is ripped apart by a secret that forces the twins to flee the only home they've ever known. Determined to reunite their family, Charlie and Tirigan travel to uncharted territory in search of their salvation.
But that's just Charlie's side of the story.
In the future, forty days from when we first meet the Damuzi twins, Tirigan is on the move. His destination is unknown, as are the people he's surrounded himself with, but his mission is still the same. Keep his sister safe and reunite their family. However, as Tirigan attempts to navigate the complex bonds he's formed with his companions, he's forced to confront the one thing in life he has yet to fully understand. Himself.
Family. Deception. Power. Destruction.
It all begins on Day One.
About the Author
Indie Gantz grew up in Northern Virginia and received her Psychology degree at George Mason University. Despite her passion and curiosity for the human mind, Indie left her chosen field of study to finally give voice to the many imagined minds she has created. Indie lives with her family in North Carolina. She spends her days drinking tea and clacking keys.
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Through The Eyes of Madness
Authors: K.A. Graham & Barb Shuler
Publish Date: March 20, 2018
Genre: Dark Suspense, Psychological Thriller
Cover Design by: MadHat Books
I Will Survive Him
No one sets out in life to hit rock bottom.
I found the man I loved, got married, and that was all I got. It went south so fast I never saw the bottom coming, until I was face first in the darkness with the devil himself.
I became a spiraling tornado of chaos. Love, lies, and drugs. It twisted around me, as did his arms. Nothing was the same, nothing will ever be the same…
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~ Playlist ~
Through The Eyes of Madness
Alone - I Prevail
Better Man - Little Big Town
Bitter Pill - Gavin James
Cold - Crossfade
Cry Me A River - Justin Timberlake
Different For Girls - Dierks Bentley
Dirty Laundry - Carrie Underwood
Dive - Ed Sheeran
Elastic Heart - Sia
Fighter - Keith Urban (ft Carrie Underwood)
Habit of You - Keith Urban
Home Alone - Luke Bryan (ft Karen Fairchild)
Inner Demons -
Issues - Julia Michaels
My Heart I Surrender - I Prevail
Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold
Over You - Daughtry
Scars - I Prevail
Snuff - Slipknot
Somewhere Love Remains - Lady Antebellum
Tears Don’t Fall - Bullet For My Valentine
Without You - Hinder
You Should Know Where I’m Coming From - Banks
Shattered Lives Series
My Own Nightmare / Somewhere I Belong / Shatter Me Whole /
Sparks Of Deception / Living In Your Hell
The Cowboy Way Series
Wrangled By Love
A Rescue Series Novella
A Marshal’s Courage
Standalones
Primal Darkness
Anthologies
Dirty Fairy Tales Anthology - What Big Teeth
The Parlour Anthology - Ultimate Control
Coloring Books
Shaded With Love: A Coloring Book for a Cause Vol 5
~ Meet K.A. Graham ~
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
~ Meet Barb Shuler ~
I’m a Carolina Girl by right and a Texan by birth... so I have a Texas-sized temper. Living and working in both states I’ve learned a lot about hard work, adapting to your surroundings and making the best of the path that you have been led down. My grandma Dollie once told me I would know what I was meant to do when it happened. She was right, as always.
As with most book lovers, I am an avid reader. Reading has always been a hobby - a passion, really. Reading helps to expand the perimeters of one's mind. That is what got me to start writing as a kid. If I had paper...or a wall... I was writing. Words are a part of us all. Why not use them, right?
During the day I work as a ‘desk jockey’ and help the residents of my county navigate themselves around our little, but not too little country town. By night I am either blogging, doing PA work for some of my favorite authors or I am fighting with the voices in my head. (They can be stubborn at times.) It’s a way to cope and make the troubles of the day disappear, if only for a few hours. It’s a blessing and I am cherishing every moment. For that which is my creation, may become someone else's treasure.
Tomorrow is never guaranteed so I want to make sure I live the day as fully as possible.
~ Connect with Barb here ~
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Anthony
Bully Series; Book 4
Morgan Campbell
Genre: Contemporary Romance, LGBT
Release Date: March 14, 2018
Blurb:
During the day, I’m Anthony Brock Cunningham, sex shop owner. By night, I’m Cupid’s enemy.
I have a knack for finding my friends their soulmates. I’m responsible for their happy ever after’s. Their ‘I do’s’ and ‘Til death do us part’s.’
Everything was fine and dandy until the day he walks into my shop requesting my services. He’s not my typical match but anything for the name of love, right?
Except I couldn’t be more wrong. The more he tries to find his one and only, the more I start falling for the Star Wars quoting, thick, black glasses wearing, super nerdy computer boy.
The only way to get Oliver Stark to notice me is to go from matchmaker to matchbreaker.
The Bully Series
Grayson
Finn
Logan
The Starlight Falls Series
Burning Bright
I’ll Follow You
Author Bio:
Morgan lives in the south of Texas with her family. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found with her nose stuck in a book, cooking, baking, crocheting, and causing a general ruckus with her friends and family! Filled with an overactive imagination at a young age, she began writing her thoughts down in a journal, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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Young adult sci-fi/fantasy
Date Published: April 3, 2018
Imprisoned on a distant realm—her love life in a shambles—18-year-old Johanna Charette wonders how to extract herself from her enemy's grasp. He's a fool who wants to control all the knowledge in the universe by destroying every book in every Library of Illumination except his own. He’s already demonstrated he’s willing to kill to do it. Johanna needs to resolve the threats against the Libraries of Illumination and protect the people she holds dear. But how?
She has changed—ever since engaging with a secret society of sorcerers—and she believes magic is growing inside her. Meanwhile, her feelings about ex-boyfriend, Jackson Roth, remain unresolved, especially after learning why he broke up with her.
Unfortunately, the battle to control all the Libraries of Illumination is about to explode. Their lives are in peril. And the source of every bit of information everyone on every realm once trusted, could be stripped away, plunging future generations into stone-age ignorance.
Excerpt
Cameron Thorne, the dean of English at Cranford University, grimaced and twisted his face to one side with his eyes tightly closed. “What is that smell?”
“Terrorians.”
He squinted just enough to see Johanna Charette, curator of the Fantasian Library of Illumination. “Am I dreaming?” he asked. “I just had one hell of a nightmare.”
“It’s a nightmare all right, but it’s very, very real.”
“How can this be real?” He struggled up to his feet to try to put some distance between himself and the Terrorian vapor that swirled across the floor. “Wait. Don’t tell me. We’re inside one of your books. It’s the Library of Illumination, right? Books come to life here.”
“I wish it were that simple.” She sighed. “We’re on Terroria, a dark, toxic world filled with oversized beings with multiple tentacles for arms. Nero 51, the Terrorian who brought us here, is the curator of their library. He wants to take over the entire Illumini System, a constellation of thirteen worlds, by destroying all the Libraries of Illumination, so his library alone holds all knowledge. And as Francis Bacon said, ‘Knowledge is power.’
“Anyway,” she summarized, “we’re a long way from Fantasia.”
“Fantasia?”
“That’s what the College of Overseers, who are in charge of all the libraries, call Earth. ‘Fantasia.’”
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, but I can say for certain, it’s not because I doubt you. Should I be scared?”
“You’ve got nothing to fear from me. But I can’t say as much for our tentacled abductors. They absolutely hate me and would love to see me die a slow, painful death.”
“That doesn’t sound promising.”
“I hope Jackson managed to secure the library after we were taken.”
“Is that difficult to do?”
“It is with the Terrorians. They have our time machine, but I thought they were stuck between the layers of time and space. I guess they figured out how to break free.”
“Did you just say time machine?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Meow.”
“No!” Johanna swatted away the vapor in the area of the mewling. “I don’t believe it.” She lifted a bundle of fur and hugged it to her chest. Ophelia purred at her. “Now, I have to worry about you too?” she said as she bent to kiss the small, white kitten. She pulled away sharply. “You smell like Terrorian poop.”
Cameron scratched the top of Ophelia’s head. “You know,” he said to Johanna, “everything you’ve told me so far sounds totally off the wall—like you’re just grabbing bits and pieces of your favorite sci-fi stories and mashing them together. Yet, my insides are tied up in knots, because I believe every word of it.”
Johanna managed a small smile. “I’m sorry I got you mixed up in this. It really was just supposed to be a pleasant lunch and a library tour for my future college professor—just a way for you to see one of our enchanted books spring to life.”
“What do you think our chances are of getting out of here?” Cameron walked around the enclosed space that imprisoned them, looking for a way out.
“Normally, I’d say slim to none. But I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, thanks to the Eahta Frean fram Drycræft.”
“Welsh?”
“Yes. It’s a secret society formed to protect the works of Myrddin Emrys, who is more popularly known as Merlin the Magician.”
“Merlin the Magician is fictional.”
“Nope. He’s as real as you and I.”
“I’m the dean of the English Department. I did my doctoral dissertation on medieval Arthurian literature. Myrddin Emrys may have been real, but Merlin is a complete fabrication.”
“When we get back to the library, I’ll prove it to you.”
“Well, at least you’re optimistic about us getting back to the library.”
Johanna sighed. “I’m so sorry, Cameron. I really wish the Terrorians would have left you and Ophelia behind.”
“But then you’d be all alone. At least you have me to protect you and your furry little friend.”
His comment took her breath away, if only for a moment. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Furst used his diary to contact overseer Pru Tellerence. He wanted to tell her about the Terrorians’ sneak attack and how the invaders captured his kinsmen outside the Dramatican library. He walked back to the window on the halo level and looked out onto the field behind the library. The inhabitants of Dramatica, a normally peaceful realm where people lived simple lives, had risen up to fight the Terrorians and were now being taken prisoner.
Furst could see a half-dozen soldiers and a dozen immobilized Dramaticans. At least, the fighting had stopped, although four troopers faced out from the field with their decimators ready.
Pick them off, I could, Furst thought. But the sealed library window would pose a problem. The cupola? The curator looked at the railings above him before staring at the base of the cupola staircase below. Too much time, that would take. He slid the decimator behind his back and flexed his knees before jumping from the halo level to the cupola.
Furst took a deep breath after his feet connected with the floor. Dramaticans were known for their jumping abilities, but he took a leap that would be considered well beyond normal. He rushed into one of the alcoves and found an octagonal window that opened for roof maintenance. He opened his diary to ask Pru Tellerence if the window was sealed. He did not expect to see the words, Furst, we are under attack, as her reply.
The Terrorians who invaded the predominantly female realm, Romantica, were so intent on removing the arrows that had pierced their tentacles, they didn’t notice Milencia Jolen’s late arrival on the field.
She fell to the ground after crashing into Natalia Dalura and found herself staring into the curator’s eyes. “Are you all right?” Milencia whispered.
“I can’t move,” Natalia answered, keeping her voice low. “Apparently, we’ve all been incarcerated in our own personal force fields.”
“But you can speak.”
“Yes. But I can’t turn my head or use my limbs.”
Milencia tried to touch Natalia, but the force field repelled her hand. “Did I hurt you when I crashed into you?”
“No. I think it is also protecting me.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“Unless you believe you can overtake six large invaders with eight stretchy tentacles each before they see you, I’d say not much. At least, not here. It would be better for you to sneak away and warn everyone to lock themselves inside their homes.”
Milencia peeked beyond Natalia’s inert body. She stiffened. “Dame Erato doesn’t look good. Is she dead?”
Natalia might not have been able to move, but that didn’t stop a tear from pooling on the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know. It wasn’t supposed to happen. One of the militairres shot an arrow at the Terrorians, but the arrow went wild. If Dame Erato dies, it’s our fault.”
“U zego a inca-gi.”
Milencia froze when she heard the Terrorians speak. She looked around for a means of escape. A massive willow tree was just a few arm-lengths away. She turned her head and watched the Terrorians cluster together to discuss something. Milencia crawled behind the tree and held her breath. Even though she didn’t exert a lot of energy, her heart thumped heavily, and she tried as hard as she could to quiet her heartbeat and control her breathing. What felt like several minutes passed without incident. Milencia slowly crept around the trunk of the tree to see what the Terrorians were doing. Her jaw dropped when a large glass bubble appeared and two militairres were loaded inside. She gasped, ducking back behind the tree when they disappeared.
The invaders lined up the other frozen militairres two-by-two. At this rate, it could be hours before the Terrorians completed their task and departed. Or maybe not. The bubble suddenly reappeared, empty, and two more militairres were carried onboard.
A melancholy spirit pervaded the overseers’ meeting room in the Library of Origination on the prime realm. The outward appearance of calm and perfection in the capital city of Lumi belied the internal turmoil created by the Terrorian betrayal. The overseers had their work cut out for them.
The Terrorians have invaded Romantica and managed to capture overseers Pru Tellerence and Horatio Blastoe, as well as the militairres. Fortunately, they ensnared their captives in force fields rather than killing them.
We must go free our brethren.
We do not need to free them. The deans are still wearing their miters and can remove themselves at will. Right now, they are acting as our eyes and ears.
How interesting. They say the prisoners are apparently being removed in the stolen time machine.
This calls for an entrapment snare.
Pru Tellerence and Horatio Blastoe do not have that capability. Only you, Galio Abbingdon, and I, can engage an entrapment snare.
Will you be traveling there, then?
It is wiser to allow them to be taken to Terroria. They can give us information on what is transpiring on that realm.
If I’m not mistaken, although I have no memory of the actual event, I did not fare well on Terroria, even though I’m an overseer.
Ah, Plato Indelicat, that is only because you became separated from your miter. Pru Tellerence and Horatio Blastoe will transport themselves away if they fear that is about to happen to them. You have provided them with that important lesson.
Can we also discuss Adventura, which is under attack by its sun?
By all means.
The power grids have failed across the entire realm. Previously, only their tissue-cloning operation appeared threatened. Now, their very existence is at risk. They have no way to refrigerate the plasma they use to keep their brains and hearts functioning, nor any way to recharge their non-organic sensors. In less than six weeks, their civilization will cease to function if a solution is not found.
Scorching winds blew debris across the deserted landscape of Adventura’s main cities. The massive explosions caused by their raging sun had destroyed the realm’s interconnected power systems, plunging everything into darkness.
In the capital city of Venit, gold-armed hu*bots gathered in cohorts to discuss strategies that might sustain the majority of their citizens in stasis. Physicians discussed ways to maintain heart and brain health. Scientists studied the phenomena that caused the massive blackout. Mathematicians calculated how long the solar storm would last and how much further damage it might do. Engineers concerned themselves with developing new mechanisms for generating power. And, violet-eyed gold arms—the most elite echelon of all—weighed the various approaches and considered how they might mesh together.
Few would admit it, but never had the Adventurans felt so helpless, at least, not since the nuclear aftermath of the Two Millennia War nearly annihilated their civilization. Each of them still carried the cloned remnants of those same ancestors, and their forbears’ ancient emotions stirred back to life.
The young people on Juvenilia were amazed to see an overseer. Juveniles didn’t survive past the age of fifteen, so most of them had never seen anyone old. They circled around Zenith Fullova, touching his robe and marveling over his beard and hat. The overseer had visited Juvenilia regularly but mostly confined his stays inside the Library of Illumination. He was as concerned as the children over the disappearance of their curator.
When was the last time you saw Peer Meap?
One of the younger boys stared at the overseer, his eyes wide. “Did you see that?” he asked, without taking his eyes off Zenith Fullova. “His lips don’t move. He can talk with his mouth closed.”
All the Juveniles took a step closer to Zenith Fullova, hemming him in. “Say something,” one of them called out.
Allow me to restate the question. When was the last time any one of you saw your curator?
“Wow. Could you teach us how to do that?”
Zenith Fullova smiled. §First, you must tell me about Peer Meap.
“He’s been gone an awful long time,” Duddu answered. “I haven’t seen him since before the monsters came.”
Are there monsters here, now?
“They’re mostly dead. One drowned in the pond. We fried one in the storm drain. The others are making a big stink in the library. We don’t want them here.”
They don’t belong here. It is the reason why we sealed the libraries. However, Zenith Fullova looked at Duddu and Marbol, §you boys still managed to get inside.
Marbol held up his homemade weapon. “I used my sonic scrambler. The first time, it broke the glass in the window and the monsters escaped. But then, something happened, and we couldn’t get inside, even though there was no glass left. I modified my scrambler and tried it again on a different window. It doesn’t look like I broke the glass, but now we can get inside like there’s nothing there.”
Zenith Fullova carefully studied the device. §May I borrow it?
Marbol hunched his shoulders and hugged the scrambler against his chest. “It’s the only one I have.”
I can get it back to you, unchanged, within moments.
Marbol repeatedly sucked in air and rapidly blew it out through pursed lips, making them quiver.
Duddu placed a hand on Marbol’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay. He’s Peer Meap’s friend. He’ll give it back to you.” But Marbol continued to clutch the sonic scrambler to his chest, breathing heavily.
I have an idea. Let’s take a trip.
“All of us?” someone asked.
No. Zenith Fullova put his hands on Marbol’s and Duddu’s shoulders. §Just these two lads and I. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared.
Malcolm Trees, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, hid on the floor behind a stone bench at the far end of a Mysterian discussion circle. He and curator, Hue the Elder, hoped the bench would shield them from invading Terrorians. Mal’s biggest concern was his inability to commune with the overseers. He had left his robe and chaperon—a special hat designed by the overseers—at Hue the Elder’s home after lunch. Without the special properties built into the chaperon, he could not inform anyone of the attack upon the priests and priestesses of Mysteriose, a realm where half the inhabitants dabbled in witchcraft and sorcery.
“This is quite undignified,” Hue whispered, “and uncomfortable. But we must remain here until we can get away to the caves without being detected.”
Mal nodded but doubted the curator could see his sign of agreement. He wriggled his way to the edge of the bench to try to peek around it. He caught a glimpse of a Terrorian trooper walking out of the building with each of his tentacles wrapped around an immobilized Mysterian.
Jackson Roth frantically searched the Library of Illumination’s circulation desk for Johanna’s diary. “She used to keep it in here. I’m sure of it.”
Emily Brent, his prom date, wrapped her arms around her body. “I don’t want to stay here. This place gives me the creeps. Those ugly beasts tried to kill me!”
Jackson stared at her. “They’re called Terrorians. You’re okay now, which is more than I can say for Johanna.”
“They dangled me from five stories up. I could have been killed.”
“You weren’t,” Jackson answered as he continued to search.
Emily glared at her best friend, Cassie Turner, who in turn nudged Jackson’s best friend, Logan Elliott.
“Are you calling the cops?” Logan asked.
“No. I need to get in touch with the overseers.”
“If you’re not calling the cops, I’m not hanging around here for a repeat performance.” Emily turned to Cassie. “Do I look okay? Have I been slimed?”
“No,” Cassie answered. “You look beautiful.”
“Can we get out of here? I want to go to the prom.”
“The prom?” Jackson couldn’t believe his ears. “I can’t go to the prom. I’m the co-curator here. I have to save Johanna.”
“I’ll probably be voted prom queen. You have to escort me.” Emily stamped her foot. “You’re supposed to be my king.”
Jackson looked at Logan. “Can you help me out here?”
Logan shook his head. “Leave it to this place to turn prom night into a weirdo missing persons case.”
Cassie gripped Logan’s arm like she’d never let go. “What about that other guy?”
That got Emily’s attention. “The cute college guy?”
Jackson sighed. “Who did she say he was?”
“The dean of English at Cranford University,” Logan answered.
“I’ve got to get them back.” Jackson continued to root around the desk.
Cassie tugged on Logan’s arm. “Do something,” she said between clenched teeth.
Logan kissed the side of her head before saying to Jackson, “Dude. How about I take the girls to the prom, while you take care of business here? There’s not much reason for us to hang around. You know where to find us when you’re done.”
“Yeah. Sure. You go ahead,” Jackson said, without stopping his hunting expedition.
Logan placed his free hand on Emily’s back and led her and Cassie out the door.
“Wait,” Jackson called out. He grabbed the corsage he had purchased for Emily and ran over to her. “This is for you.”
She took the corsage without looking at him. “Thanks.”
Once they were outside, Emily leaned toward Logan. “What was that all about? What is this place?”
“It’s the Library of Illumination, and if you don’t want to be considered an airhead, don’t repeat anything that happened tonight to anyone. Jackson didn’t want us coming here to begin with, and now I can see why.”
Cassie pulled away from him. “Somebody needs to know what happened here. It’s… unnatural.”
Logan helped the girls slide into the back of the limousine they had hired to take them to the senior prom. “You’re right. But if you say something without any proof to back it up, no one is going to believe you. And they’ll start calling you a whack job. Just leave it to me. This gives me an idea about how to put my summer internship to good use.”
“Where are you interning?” Emily asked.
“Graydon Ransom University News Tonight. I’m going to be one of their new reporters. And, boy, do I have a story for them. I think tonight just turned into my springboard to stardom.”
About the Author
C. A. Pack is an award-winning former journalist, who gave up fact for fiction. She was inspired to write her Library of Illumination series after discussing her views on what the perfect library would be like. Chronicles: The Library of Illumination, which contains the first five adventures in the series, was named one of the “Best Indie Books of 2014” by Kirkus Reviews.
C. A. is also the author of the Evangeline’s Ghost series and Code Name: Evangeline. She lives on Long Island with her husband, and a picky little parrot who loves to play peek-a-boo.
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Mystery / Thriller
Date Published: April 6, 2018
(up for pre-order now)
Publisher: Touchpoint
Teenage girls are being murdered in Los Angeles. Four in one week. The latest victim isn’t like the others—not a runaway or prostitute—but a nanny working for a celebrity couple.
And this has Sibeal “Beth” Getty, perplexed. Beth, an Irish born fashion model gifted with an uncanny sixth sense, was acquainted with the nanny and knew of her aspirations to become an actress. The veiled motive for the deaths haunt Beth and after reading the nanny’s stolen diary, she is hell-bent on unraveling the mystery surrounding the slain teens. But she doesn’t know the first thing about conducting a murder investigation, that’s her detective husband’s line. With a healthy dose of determination and her intuition on high gear, Beth forges onward. She begins to link unconnected details and stumbles into a tangled web of deception that makes clear, nothing is as it seems.
Help comes from an unexpected source when Beth’s self-centered, actress friend offers a lead and a hand in solving the crime. As Beth inches closer to detecting the murderer’s true identity will she be the next victim on the killer’s list?
About the Author
Karen Neary Smithson has been a child advocate, human rights commissioner, and an art educator. An author of mysteries she finds the writing craft magical. She is also a representational artist whose work is showcased in several art galleries. Karen has popped up as an extra in Baltimore based movies and television shows.
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Shifting Shadows
Publish Date: April 17, 2018
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Thriller; Urban Fantasy
Cover Design by: MadHat Books
Photography: CJC Photography
Models: Gus Caleb Smyrnios and Jeremiah Buoni
Even the shadows hold secrets
You would think shifting into a creature of the night would garner some respect, right? Wrong! At least not for these Guardians.
Guardians are Shifters that live within the shadows of the human world. Humans have no knowledge of their existence. Contact between Guardians and Humans is forbidden. It is their most sacred law. However, when a human is attacked, things change for both worlds.
Ancient prophecies speak of a union that will regenerate life from the past – a past some in the supernatural world wish would remain buried.
But, buried secrets have a way of coming back to haunt us when we least expect it.
Shattered Lives Series
My Own Nightmare / Somewhere I Belong / Shatter Me Whole /
Sparks Of Deception / Living In Your Hell
The Cowboy Way Series
Wrangled By Love
A Rescue Series Novella
A Marshal’s Courage
Standalones
Primal Darkness
Anthologies
Dirty Fairy Tales Anthology - What Big Teeth
The Parlour Anthology - Ultimate Control
Coloring Books
Shaded With Love: A Coloring Book for a Cause Vol 5
I’m a Carolina Girl by right and a Texan by birth... so I have a Texas-sized temper. Living and working in both states I’ve learned a lot about hard work, adapting to your surroundings and making the best of the path that you have been led down. My grandma Dollie once told me I would know what I was meant to do when it happened. She was right, as always.
As with most book lovers, I am an avid reader. Reading has always been a hobby - a passion, really. Reading helps to expand the perimeters of one's mind. That is what got me to start writing as a kid. If I had paper...or a wall... I was writing. Words are a part of us all. Why not use them, right?
During the day I work as a ‘desk jockey’ and help the residents of my county navigate themselves around our little, but not too little country town. By night I am either blogging, doing PA work for some of my favorite authors or I am fighting with the voices in my head. (They can be stubborn at times.) It’s a way to cope and make the troubles of the day disappear, if only for a few hours. It’s a blessing and I am cherishing every moment. For that which is my creation, may become someone else's treasure.
Tomorrow is never guaranteed so I want to make sure I live the day as fully as possible.
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YA Fantasy
Date Published: 04/03/2018
Publisher: Fire & Ice YA
Firestorm, a legendary creature thought lost to the ages, has returned to the land of Evernight. Following centuries of exile, the dragon plots his revenge against the kingdom that vanquished his kind. After he murders Rowan’s family to safeguard his identity, the boy is taken in by the notorious sorcerer, Archibald Scott. Showing promise in the ways of magic, the orphan becomes the eccentric magician’s apprentice and is tutored in the elusive art of wizardry. Hoping to discover his purpose in life, Rowan finds himself thrust into a perilous quest to find a legendary weapon. Accompanied by longtime companions and new allies alike, he must use all of his wits if they’re to survive the storm brewing on the horizon. But evil lurks in the shadows as a secretive assassin stalks their every move. Can Rowan unravel the mysterious riddle of his past and fulfill his destiny? Only time will tell as he races to recover the dragon slayer, an ancient sword known as the Reaper. Together they’re humanity’s only hope of defeating Firestorm and his legions!
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"Paul was born in Yorkshire, England to Irish parents. His most vivid memory as a child was travelling to Egypt and visiting the Pyramids of Giza and Tutankhamen’s tomb in the Valley of the Kings. Currently he resides in Kansas City with his wife Jozia and his son Gavin. Paul graduated from medical school and plans to pursue residency training as a pathologist. He loves to travel and also enjoys ethnic food, Celtic mysticism-type music (think Enya and Clannad), and is a fervent Game of Thrones fan. Favorite books would be Tolkien’s “The Hobbit”, T.H. White’s “The Once and Future King”, R.A. Salvatore’s Dark Elf Series, Harry Potter, and George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire Series."
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Happy Cover Reveal Day! We are so excited to share this amazingly HOT cover with you! As I Am by Melissa Collins Release date: 4/25/2018 A contemporary M/M romance Cover design: Sommer Stein at Perfect Pear Creative Covers Photography: Christopher John at CJC Photography Models: Sam Wiles and Aaron Michael Bell BLURB: Chase Hansen. Broke. College drop out. Male stripper. My life wasn't at all what I imagined it would be. I should have been finishing up college, interning with a well-respected business, partying with my friends. But instead, I was raising my seventeen year old brother, struggling to make ends meet. Love wasn't even on my radar. Besides, what did I have to offer? A few crumpled singles pulled from my G-string? Defeated and exhausted, I knew I had zero chance of finding someone to love me just as I am. Noah Carpenter. Angry. Betrayed. Doctor. Just when I thought my life was going exactly as it should, everything turned upside down. With my final rotation in medical school complete, I finally achieved my lifelong dream of becoming a doctor. What I never expected was to catch the man of my dreams in our bed with the man of his. Beyond infuriated, I struggled to piece together the remnants of my life. Just when I'd decided to give up on love altogether, I found a man who loved me just as I am. Add As I Am to your TBR on Goodreads here. Join me on Facebook for a $25 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway here! Meet Chase and Noah today in this FREE short story! ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it’s been a dream. Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born. Website | Amazon |Facebook | FB Reader Group | BookBub |Twitter | Goodreads |Pinterest
YA Sci-fi Mystery
Date Published: March 2018
Publisher: Carrick Publishing; 2 edition
In the future when humans are exploring the home solar system, four kids discover a mutant cat on the International Space Station. In solving the mystery of the cat’s origin, they uncover an old conspiracy. Young readers will identify with the kids’ problems; they and older readers who are young-at-heart will enjoy the suspense and science and identify with the themes. Return to the magic that is found in sci-fi.
The cat’s name is Mr. Paws. He’s an expert mathematician and becomes the kids’ friend who’s willing to help them with their calculus homework. But he’s also attached to his creator, a stealthy presence who runs a secret genetics lab. Why does that lab exist? Who finances it? And who on the space station are his collaborators? The kids’ parents? Station personnel? The twists and turns will keep the reader guessing.
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I am a collaborator of the American author Steven M. Moore. We met at Blarney Castle in Ireland (appropriate, don't you think?). After a wee bit of chatting there and emails to and fro, I signed on to be his collaborator for all his YA books. I love writing for young adults and adults who are young at heart. Some people think I'm related to that great Irish harpist and singer, Turlough O'Carolan, but who knows?--I don't think any of his DNA is around to check. Others say I was stolen and raised by leprechauns. We do a lot of kidding in Donegal, but maybe they know something I don't.
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