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by Kim Chance Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy Release Date: January 30th 2018 Flux Books Summary from Goodreads: When a 200-year-old witch attacks her, sixteen-year-old bookworm Lainey Styles is determined to find a logical explanation. Even with the impossible staring her in the face, Lainey refuses to believe itâuntil she finds a photograph linking the witch to her dead mother. After consulting a psychic, Lainey discovers that she, like her mother, is a Keeper: a witch with the exclusive ability to unlock and wield the Grimoire, a dangerous but powerful spell book. But thereâs a problem. The Grimoire has been stolen by a malevolent warlock who is desperate for a spell locked inside itâa spell that would allow him to siphon away the worldâs magic. With the help of her comic-book-loving best friend and an enigmatic but admittedly handsome street fighter, Lainey must leave her life of college prep and studying behind to prepare for the biggest test of all: stealing back the book.
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CHAPTER ONE
The Dragonâs Horde was as crowded as a Walmart on Black Friday.
By a sheer stroke of luck, Iâd managed to claim the last square inch of standing room left in the place. Wedged between a metal rack of colorful anime novels and a life-size cardboard cutout of Captain America, I used my SAT prep book as a barrier between me and the throng of cosplayers and super-nerds swarming the comic book store.
It was Superhero Saturday, and the tiny shop was packed with every die-hard fan within a fifty-mile radius. A hazard of living in a small town, I guess. With so little to do in Lothbrook, Georgia, the Hordeâs monthly meet-up event was as big a deal as the San Diego Comic Con.
âPandemonium,â I muttered as two brightly-colored, spandex-wearing individuals began a heated debate over which was betterâMarvel or DC. âNoun. Wild and noisy disorder; uproar.â
I rolled my eyes and tried to tune out the noise. I needed to have fifty new vocabulary words memorized by the end of the night, and the chaos around me was making it difficult to concentrate.
I cannot believe I let Maggie talk me into this. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the prep book. That girl owes me so bigâlike âname her first born after meâ kind of big.
I eyed my best friend standing a few feet away, talking animatedly to a boy with sandy brown hair and glasses. He was wearing a black Star Wars t-shirt and a newsy hat and looked exactly like the Pokémon-loving type of guy she usually gravitated toward.
Maggie was grinning and twisting a loose thread from her worn Batman t-shirt around her finger. Her thick black curls bounced around her shouldersâalmost in response to her enthusiasmâand her light brown cheeks were tinged with pink. She practically glowed.
âAww,â I said, turning to the cutout of Captain America. âLook! Nerd flirting at its best!â I chuckled at my own joke before turning my attention back to the list of words.
âSuperfluous. Adjective. Means additional or unnecessâArgh!â I squealed as a large, burly-looking dude dressed like the Hulk bumped into me, sending my SAT book flying and knocking me right into Captain America.
The guy gave me a rather authentic grunt as I struggled to keep myself and the Captain in the upright position.
âSorry,â he gruffed, handing me back my prep book.
âNo worries,â I said, with a wave of my hand.
He grunted again and then ambled toward his friends, a group of guys all wearing various forms of tights and Avengers gear. I took it as my cue to get a little fresh air.
Weaving in and out of the crowd, I paid little attention to the people around me. My goal, the wide double doors, was only a few steps away.
âNow where are ye going, yon pretty lady?â A guy dressed as Thorâcomplete with thunder hammer and winged helmetâblocked my path. His phony accent was as ridiculous as the rest of his costume. âYe should stay a while. I can show thou how I work my hammer.â He gave me a wide, toothy grin and jerked his head so that rounded arc of his hair flipped back into place.
I rolled my eyes. âSave it, Thunder God. I donât date guys who are more hair obsessed than I am. Maybe next time.â
I moved to sidestep him.
âDonât be like that,â Thor stepped in front of me again, dropping the accent this time. âIâm just looking for my own Jane Foster, darlinâ and I think she might be you.â He winked at me.
If thatâs supposed to be a panty-dropper, then this guy is more clueless than I thought. I rolled my eyes and tried again to step around him, but he was quick, holding out his hammer to block my path. This time he waggled his eyebrows at me.
I sighed. Clearly, Thor wasnât taking the hint. I looked past him, hoping to see Maggie or some other form of escape.
I spotted it standing a few feet away.
A tall guy in a dark gray t-shirt leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. He wasnât talking to anyone, and he looked about as thrilled as I was to be stuck in this circus of spandex. It was worth a shot.
âBabe!â I called over Thorâs shoulder. âThere you are!â I pushed past Thor and walked over to the guy. His eyes narrowed in confusion, and I gave him what I hoped was a pleading look. âIâve been looking for you!â I pulled him off the wall and linked my arm through his. Then I turned back to Thor and smiled widely.
Thor narrowed his eyes in suspicion, and my heart flickered with panic as the boy pulled his arm from mine. But then he snaked it around my shoulders and pulled me close.
âSorry, babe,â he said, his voice deeper than I expected. âI got a little distracted by all the hair tossing.â He looked pointedly at Thor, and then stared down at me, a crooked smile on his lips. This time my heart flip-flopped for a different reason.
I turned back to Thor, a triumphant smirk on my face.
He swung his hammer from one hand to the other, glared at me, and then stalked off.
I quickly stepped out of the strangerâs arms. âSorry about all that.â I shrugged. âWho knew Thor was such an arrogant asshole in real life?â
The boy in gray stared at me, his blue eyes bright with amusement. There was a faint streak of purple on his pale cheek, a bruise I hadnât noticed initially. I wanted to ask about it, and there was a strange urge flowing through my fingers to reach out and brush his cheek, but I stopped myself on both accounts. What the hell, Styles! Get a grip!
âIt must be all the hairspray affecting his brain,â he said, his smile widening.
My cheeks grew warm. âSo . . . you a big comic book fan?â
âI appreciate them, but big crowds like this? Not really my scene. A friend of mine paid me twenty bucks to drive him here tonight.â
âYeah, not really my scene either. Iâm more of a small group kind of gal.â
He chuckled and pointed to my prep book. âDoing a little light reading?â
âYou can never be too prepared,â I said, my cheeks blazing hotter. âThe test is in two days. Iâm graduating early and I have to get at least a 2200 to get into my top schools. The science programs are pretty competitive.â Oh my God. Could you sound like a bigger nerd?
He nodded politely. âThatâs pretty impressive.â
âIâve moved around a lot,â I said with a shrug. âTons of sleepy little towns where nothing ever happens. I want get out and see the world, ya know? So many things to see and discover. I figured why wait?â Stop. Just stop. I wanted to smack myself. Of all my quirks, nervous word-vomiting was definitely my least favorite.
âI think thatâs really cool,â he said, and then we stood there staring awkwardly at each other for a moment as if neither of us knew what to say next.
âSo . . . thank you,â I finally blurted out, much louder than I meant to.
âHappy to help.â He smiled, and that strange sensation washed over me again. It was like the cool underside of the pillow after a long day or the way hot cocoa warms you from the inside out after being in the cold for too long.
There was something oddly familiar about him, but I couldnât quite pinpoint what it was. âIâm sorry, but have we met before?â I asked.
His smile faltered and his eyes seemed to cloud over. âNo, I donât think so.â He looked down at his feet, scuffing the tile with his shoe. When he looked back up again, however, his smile had returned.
âRight,â I said. âWell, I really appreciate your help. My nameâs Lainey, by the way.â I held out my hand.
âNice to meet you, Lainey.â He took my hand in his. âIâm Ty.â
âLainey!â
I jumped as Maggie ran over and grabbed me by the arm, spinning me around in a circle. âGuess what?â she squealed. âThat guy I was talking to just asked me to go grab a coffee with him!â
âThatâs great, Mags,â I said, pulling myself from her grip with a laugh. I turned back to where Ty had been standing, but the patch of wall heâd occupied was empty. I scanned the crowd, but there wasnât a single stitch of gray in the sea of color. He was gone.
I sighed and turned back to Maggie, who proceeded to tell me every single detail of her conversation with Heath, the boy in the newsy hat.
âI told him Iâd have to take a rain check of course, but it was so nice to be asked!â
I frowned. âWait, why didnât you say yes?â
âI promised Iâd quiz you on your words if you came with me,â Maggie said with a shrug. âWhat kind of best friend would I be if I bailed on you like that?â
âAnd what kind of friend would I be if I didnât let you off the hook.â I smiled at her. âYou should go.â
Maggie narrowed her eyes at me. âAre you sure? Because you, Lainey Styles, are the true love of my life, and you come first.â
I grinned. âIâm totally sure. I need to be home early tonight anyway. Go have fun.â
âItâs just so rare to find someone who actually understands that Gwen Stacy was Peter Parkerâs one true love. Everyone is always Team Mary Jane.â
âSee? You have to go.â
Maggie squealed again and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. âYouâre the best!â
âHave funâand text me when you get home.â
âWill do, Styles. Love you!â Maggie yelled over her shoulder as she scampered off.
âWell,â I said, hugging my SAT prep book to my chest. âGuess itâs just you and me then.â I sighed again and made my way toward the door.
Outside, the night air was crisp with a slight chill. Coats were usually unnecessary until the dead of winterâa âperkâ of living in the Deep Southâbut October had brought with it some unseasonably cool temperatures. I wasnât complaining; it was nice to be able to walk outside for ten minutes and not need a shower afterward.
The parking lot was less chaotic than inside the shop, but there were still dozens of people milling about. I dodged around a lightsaber fight and a very serious-looking game of Magic: The Gathering and made my way toward the sidewalk. My beat-up red Ford Escort was parked around the corner a few blocks down the street.
Lainey.
I jumped at the sound of my name and turned around. There was a family with two small children standing a few paces away and a group of middle-school-aged boys, but no one I recognized.
I looked around, shrugged, and kept walking.
Lainey.
This time the melodic, yet pleading voice was so close, it was as if someone were whispering in my ear. I shrieked a little and whirled around. âMaggie?â
There was no sign of her. A massive case of the heebie-jeebies pricked at my spine, but I shook it off, squeezing my SAT prep book a little tighter to my chest. There was a round of loud shouting as the lightsaber duel intensified, and more people were pouring out into the parking lot.
I shook my head. Maybe all the studying was starting to have an adverse effect on my brain. âAdverse,â I muttered, turning back toward the street. âPreventing success or development; harmful; unfavorable.â
A tall figure emerged from the shadows of the building. She stood apart from the crowd, her long skirt rustling around her legs like a bell in the breeze.
I stared at her. Her costume wasnât one Iâd seen before. She looked like she stepped off the page of a history book instead of a comic. There was something about her that held my attention; it was as if an invisible tether was linking us together. I couldnât look away.
As she stepped forward into a pool of light from one of the parking lot streetlights, all the blood drained from my face.
She looked older than me, but only by a few years, with long dark hair and hollow, sunken eyes, but it wasnât her face that sent my heart into my feet. Her dress and long green overcoat were stained crimson with blood.
She stood there staring at me with sad eyes, blood pouring through her fingers from a wound in her stomach.
I gasped, and stumbled backward, dropping my SAT book on my foot in the process.
âAre you okay?â The mother of the small children was staring at me, her eyebrows knitted together.
âThat woman over there,â I said, nearly choking on the words. âSheâs hurt!â I turned and pointed toward the shadows. âI sawââ I broke off.
There was no one there.
âSweetheart, are you sure youâre okay?â The motherâs wide eyes searched my face. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost.â
My eyes darted around the parking lot. But there was no blood, no body, no indication I had seen anything at all.
âSorry,â I managed to squeak. âI thought I saw something.â
I didnât bother with further explanation. I ducked my head and made a beeline for the sidewalk. My knees wobbled as I half ran to my car. Blood pounded in my ears, and a thick layer of goose bumps covered my skin.
Just think of something else. Anything else.
My brain was muddled but immediately began supplying me with the words I had been cramming into my head for weeks.
âConsternation. Noun. A feeling of anxiety or disbelief over something unexpected. Trepidation. Noun. A feeling ofââ
LAINEY!
The scream roared to life in my ears, and I took off running. I jammed my hand into my pocket for my keys and collided with the driverâs side door. I fumbled for the right key, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold on to them.
I forced the key into the lock. My hand wrapped around the door handle, pulling it open, but then I stopped. The dim light from the streetlamp was casting just enough glow to see hazy reflections in the window. The outline of my head and shoulders was familiar enough, but something was moving behind me.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Itâs not real. Just a really good costume. An early Halloween prank, even. Youâre exhausted and your brain is playing tricks on you. Itâs not real.
I turned around and opened my eyes. The bloody woman was standing right in front of me. Her deep green eyes, the same color as the ornate, pulsating stone that hung from her neck, burned into mine. Something inside me crumpled, like a wall that Iâd never known was standing. Every cell in my body pulled me toward the woman. The magnetism between us crackled through my veins.
I opened my mouth, but before I had the chance to scream, her icy hand shot out and gripped my arm above the elbow.
The moment our skin touched, a wave of electric energy shot up my arm and surged through my body. I cried out as a blistering light exploded before my eyes. My limbs quaked and the heat intensified, engulfing me in a fire that threatened to incinerate me from the inside out. I fell to the asphalt, collapsing against the inferno raging beneath my skin. The wave of electricity intensified with each beat of my heart. I cried out again.
Then, as quickly as it began, the pain disappeared. The world faded away, and everything went black.
About the Author
Kim Chance is an English teacher from Alabama, currently residing in Michigan with her husband and three children. When not writing, Kim enjoys spending time with her family and two crazy dogs, binge-watching Netflix, fangirling over books, and making death-by-cheese casseroles. Keeper is her first young adult novel. Kim is also a YouTuber who loves connecting with other writers. She posts videos at www.youtube.com/kimchance1 and is the creator of the #Chance2Connect chat on Twitter. Connect with her on Twitter: @_KimChance, Instagram: kimwritesbooks, Facebook: @kimwritesbooks, and on her website: www.kimchance.com.
The Lightbringers: The Age of Myths and Legends by David Price ~ Book Tour, Guest Post, & Giveaway1/28/2018
Lightbringers:
The Age of Myths and Legends
by David Price
Genre: Fantasy
What if all the gods of the earth once existed? Long ago a superior race once came to earth and became humanity’s gods. The story is set on a post cataclysmic earth. Technology has vanished and been replaced by magick. Myths and monsters once again roam the land.
Blending H. P. Lovecraft’s mythos, with the numerous mythologies of the earth created a rich mythic landscape. Two groups of gods once descended on the earth, Lovecraft’s horrific alien, inhuman beings and the superior, god-like race, known as the Watchers, (the Elder Gods described by August Derleth).
Lightbringers is a Grimdark Fantasy set on a dying earth, twenty thousand years
from now. The stars are right and the Great Old One asleep at the bottom of the world finally stirs in his terrible slumber. One reluctant hero, a half-breed child of the Elder gods, and his companions set out on a globe-spanning quest, populated by creatures of myth and beings of legend, to save the Earth from the evil that threatens to destroy it.
***Reviews***
"David Price's LIGHTBRINGERS is exactly what I look for in a fantasy novel. Fast paced, exhilarating and far removed from the cookie cutter fiction you run across all too often. Do yourself a favor and read this one!" — James A Moore, author of the SEVEN FORGES and TIDES OF WAR series of novels.
"With evocative language, powerful metaphor, and careful attention to detail, Price brings us a world we can immerse ourselves in and not want to leave." — Irene Radford, author of The Dragon Nimbus Novels, Merlin's Descendants Series, and The Stargods Trilogy
“David Price’s LIGHTBRINGERS mingles a broad spread of myth and genre tropes into a fascinating tale. Adding touches of history, locales and dark lore, Price weaves a fine tale that will grip even a casual reader. LIGHTBRINGERS splits the darkness of a lurid world. Fascinating, funny and paced to please, LIGHTBRINGERS shines.” — Steven L. Shrewsbury, Author of PHILISTINE, OVERKILL, WITHIN and co-author of KING OF THE BASTARDS (with Brian Keene) and BAD MAGICK (with Nate Southard)
Guest Post:
What kind of research do you do before you begin writing a book? Before I started writing Lightbringers, I did exhaustive research into various legends, mythologies, and lore. I probably studied up on the stuff I was trying to learn for three years before I decided that I was never going to learn everything I wanted to learn and that I should just start the damn book already and research as I go. That’s what I do now. As I’m writing the book, I almost always have multiple tabs open on my browser that I can refer to when needed. Every once in a while I’ll learn something I wish had included in the story. Research s time consuming and a lot of work, but I think it’s worth it and I hope I’m bringing my readers something different and unexpected. Describe your writing style. I’ve had to teach myself to be more descriptive. I think I naturally want the story to keep moving at a steady pace. “Page turner” is how some people have described my style. An editor of my short story, Necrophone, actually had me add a thousand words to the story. If you’re familiar with editors, most of the time they have you cutting stuff, not adding. I did the same thing when editing Lightbringers, finding places here and there where I could make the story a little richer by adding some description. You need that when you’re world building. Hopefully I found the right balance that I’m looking for. I’ll always be learning and tweaking. I believe dialogue is a strength of mine, I just have an ear for it. I’ve always been shy and more of a listener than a talker, so maybe that has something to do with it. I’ve been told my characters are believable and I think believable dialogue is a part of that, I can’t stand movies where characters do and say completely stupid things to advance the plot, and I hope I manage to keep that sort of thing out of my writing. What I’d really like is for more readers and reviewers to tell me what they think of my writing style. What can we expect from you in the future? At least more six more books in the Lightbringers series, I hope. I originally plotted out the series for seven books, but I only got about to the halfway point of where I planned to finish book one. I was told new writers could only get away with so high of a word count or it wouldn’t sell, so I decided to find another point where I could break off the story. If it takes off enough, I could probably get away with higher word counts, but we’ll have to see. So six books, at least, if I have my way. And I’m sure you’ll see my name as editor on more anthologies in the future. I’ve already been approached about a couple, but most likely nothing this year, which is fine with me, because I really need to focus on the follow-up to Lightbringers. Aside from those projects, I have lots of ideas for short stories I’d like to write, the only problem is finding the time to write them. If only I could clone myself! What I really need is a better system of managing my free time. Eventually I’d like to work in a horror novel, maybe even a science fiction novel, here and there. For now, though, it’s full steam ahead in fantasy land.
David Price grew up watching Creature Feature and reading comic books. He has been a fan of horror, fantasy, and science fiction his whole life. In college, his freshman composition teacher suggested that he major in English and focus on his writing. After working for more than twenty-five years as a contractor, David has decided use his imagination and follow his dreams. He is an active member of the New England Horror Writers.
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The Wizard’s Bones (Dark Deeds and Black Magic Series Book #1) by Luke Ahearn ~ Blog Tour & Giveaway1/27/2018
The Wizard’s Bones
Dark Deeds and Black Magic Series Book 1 by Luke Ahearn Genre: Fantasy, Sword and Sorcery 66 pages
In the tradition of Fritz Leiber and Robert Howard this is a gritty tale of traditional sword and sorcery.
A dark twisted youth and his voluptuous lover tackle the one thing they sought to avoid, responsibility. In the dangerous streets of Kingspoint they play at thievery, love making, and adventure seeking.
Excerpt
“I imagine a woman in your situation, forced to don tawdry disguises and follow a mime into a life of thievery, hasn’t much been treated like a lady.” Xanthus sat her at a finely polished table of dark hardwood. It was carved in the most detailed fashion with roses and cherubs all about it. He set a glass before her and poured her a dark liquid from a crystal decanter. “Fancy you wines from the East? Expert vintners the eastern folk, do you agree?” She took a long sip, and her eyes closed as she put her head back. “I don’t know vintners from stray dogs, but by gods that’s delicious. I feel it in my toes.” And she cracked a luscious smile. “And every point in between.” “Pray, you sit alone but for a moment.” And Xanthus went to the next room. Harlequin cracked an eye and listened intently for the telltale scuff of a eunuch’s barefoot, or the hiss of a blade being drawn, but she only saw the handsome princeling returning with a cloth-covered board. “Tis but a light assortment of cheese and meat. Please.” He pulled the cloth aside, and she chose a light colored cheese to nibble on. “So, here we are. Victim and victimizer, how cozy.” He sat across from her and sipped from his own glass. She giggled. “I should think you’d be fetching the guard to apprehend me, or tossing me to the stones less a finger or two.” Xanthus regarded her for a long while as she sipped and nibbled. She likewise studied him. Their eyes were locked on the other’s as both pondered the familiarity they each felt. Dangerous mind play they each, in their own fashion, thought, to be so transfixed, so unguarded. He knowing that Pulcinella could be right that moment sneaking up behind him with garrote or killing dagger. And she, likewise knowing that such a large house could easily hide a felt-slippered eunuch behind secret panels. She was on his turf, and any number of preplanned dooms awaited the likes of her. And each was curious as to their own behavior, for Xanthus was not one to be taken in by female charms, and she was immune to the smooth, charming gent. In fact, warning bells clanged in the head of each when in the past such tactics were used upon them. Yet here they sat, taken in and charmed to distraction. She had yet to remove her mask, and he wondered what may lie beneath. Perhaps her face was a monstrosity or cursed with some hideous malformation, he thought, but knowing in advance that it was beautiful.
About the Author
Luke Ahearn was born in New Orleans, LA and now lives in Central California. He's written several award winning fiction and nonfiction books. Luke has over 20 years of professional game development experience in lead positions; designer, producer, and art director. He’s also authored several best selling nonfiction books on computer game development.
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Title: Tapping Out
Series: A Fighting Love Novel
Author: Nikki Ash
Genre: MMA Romance/Stand Alone
Release Date: January 27, 2018
Being a fighter is in my blood. My grandfather was a fighter, my father was a fighter, and I'm a fighter. I live for the rush of adrenaline and sensation of victory. When I fight, I give it my all. I step into the octagon and I fight until there's nothing left to fight for.
He's been my best friend for most of my life. I've fought with him, fought against him, and for the longest time I fought for him, for us. Until he pushed me away, leaving me no choice but to tap-out.
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Fighting is what saved me. It shed the old me and I became a newer shinier version of myself. Until it took away everything I loved. I gave up and tapped out.
Then one day, she came back into my life and reminded me that some things in life are worth fighting for. Now I'm fighting for us, day by day, proving to her that our happily ever after is worth fighting for.
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Two lines mean pregnant. One line means not.
Two lines. Pregnant.
One line. Not.
I sit on the edge of the tub in the bathroom with the door locked. My head is down as I stare at the tiled floor. There are thirty-four tiles. One is cracked. The grout is dirty. I should buy better cleaning supplies. The test said three minutes. It’s probably been closer to ten but I can’t look. Will the test still be accurate if I don’t look right away? Maybe I should take another one just in case.
Two lines and my life changes.
One line and nothing changes.
“Bella! You have been in there forever. Are we still going to dinner? The shower isn’t even running. Gina is going to be here any minute.” When I don’t respond, Tristan knocks on the door, again. “Bella!”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I yell through the door praying he can’t hear the tremble in my voice. If he knows I’m freaking out, he will without a doubt force his way in here to find out what’s going on, and right now, Tristan is probably the last person I want knowing what’s going on.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up and walk slowly toward the counter silently praying for one line, like praying now is going to make a difference, like if I pray right this second, the results will miraculously change in my favor. The second line will just disappear and all will be right with the world. Maybe I don’t need a miracle. Maybe there’s only one line. Maybe I am freaking out over nothing. I swear to God if there’s only one line, I am getting on birth control today! Not that I’ll need it, because if I’m not pregnant, I’m never having sex again! Ok, maybe not never again but not anytime in the near future.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. After holding it in for a few seconds, I let out a slow exhale. Nope, doesn’t work, I’m still freaking out. I open my eyes and stare at the test.
Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book.
Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out. - Pam Allyn
While reading and writing are her passions, her two children are her entire world. You can probably find them at a Disney park before you would find them at home on the weekends!
Series: Genoa Mafia Series #2
Author: Ginger Ring
Genre: Mafia Romance
Release Date: January 23, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
She flees her father’s Chicago mansion to start a law office in a small-town in Wisconsin, determined to gain her independence.
Free of her father.
Free of her heritage.
Free of dangerous enemies of the family.
Then she falls in love with the one man who may cause her more harm than all the rest.
Officer Ryan Donavan is married to the force…
But the long-legged brunette he cared for after a car crash is all he can think about.
The problem is, Valentina is the sister of mob boss Roman Caponelli. The one man who definitely does not want his only sibling dating a lawman.
Ryan and Roman have made a tenuous peace, but if Ryan gives in to this passion, that peace will be shattered.
A killer is already roaming the streets, and all hell is about to break loose in Lake Genoa, Wisconsin. Can love really conquer all—or only make matters more deadly?
Ginger Ring is an eclectic, hat-loving Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. She loves reading, playing with her cats, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy and in search of love and adventure. When Ginger isn’t tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.
Daughter of the Goddess
by Rita Webb Publication date: November 20th 2013 Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Synopsis:
The wind calls her to play. Will she listen? I was a nameless child abandoned on the temple doorsteps. Soul, the gods called me. So they named me Nephecia. My plans don’t include marriage to some silly nobleman. When I come of age, I will take vows and devote my life to serving the goddess of Light. As a priestess, a daughter of the goddess, I’ll make the world a better place. The summer before my eighteenth birthday, an oracle arrives with word from the gods: I must leave the only home, the only family, I’ve ever known, to marry a stranger in a foreign land. There must be some mistake. If I follow my own plans, I’ll disobey the very goddess I want to serve. But how can I trust the gods have my best interest at heart?
Daughter of the Goddess is a Young Adult Fairy Tale retelling of the Greek myth Eros and Psyche, set in a fantasy world.
If you enjoy sweet love stories and fairy tales, then you'll fall in love with Nephecia's story. Grab your copy today. Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18921925-daughter-of-the-goddess Purchase: 99¢ for a limited time on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Daughter-Goddess-Rita-Webb-ebook/dp/B008NZY6J0
Author Bio:
Leaving the house to go to school, I had schoolbooks spilling out of one hand, the other holding my place in a Nancy Drew novel, and bunny slippers still on my feet. My mom was a wee bit upset. I haven't changed much. Still always have a book (or two) in my hand or creating stories in my head, and although I don't have any bunny slippers, I love writing in my jammies and snuggly slipper socks. With my husband TJ (my own cuddly werewolf), I home-school our three girls, who keep us busy with art, science projects, books to read, dance classes, and walks about the park. Just Say (Hell) No
Title: Racing Christmas
Author: J.L. Baldwin Genre: Contemporary Romance Release: January 15, 2018
Blurb:
There are only two things Vincent Henderson loves. Racing and family. Speeding around on the track has always fueled his insatiable adrenaline appetite. A devastating loss has left Vincent without the Christmas spirit. Now, with history threatening to repeat itself, his focus has been turned to fixing his father’s old race car so he can have the strength he needs get back on the track where he belongs. That is, until Maybelle Tomlinson comes racing into his life, stopping him in his tracks. Growing up as the typical sweet, southern belle, Maybelle is the epitome of what Christmas is all about. She loves everything about the holiday. From the tree, to the lights, and everything in between.Tennessee Christmases were always spent in a place she absolutely loves...her family’s bakery, with her mother’s signature creations. When an impromptu holiday vacation throws Maybelle directly into the path of Vincent, she finds out he isn't as amazing as she once thought. He’s rude, arrogant, and downright insensitive, but makes Maybelle’s heart race faster than any car would. Digging deep to find the man she once imagined is not going to be easy, but it’s a challenge Maybelle is up for. It’s the adrenaline rush of a lifetime, but crossing the finish line isn’t always going to result in a happy ending.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33307096-racing-christmas
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Author Bio:
Growing up, J.L. Baldwin has always had a love of fairy tales and happily ever afters. Now, she loves her fairy tales grittier, darker, and sexier, while keeping that happily ever after ending. She has always dreamed of becoming an author and that dream finally became reality when she debuted her first book in December of 2015. In her free time when she isn't writing, she can be found with a book in her hand, obsessing over Disney, thinking about a sunny beach somewhere, all while still thinking about the stories that have yet to be written. J.L. is known for writing sexy, enticing romance with delicious, devious twists that are sure to entrance you for years and years to come.
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Title: Savages
Series: Badlands, #1 Author: Natalie Bennett Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Release: January 25, 2018
Blurb:
Calista "I am the monster they created. I’m the whore they’re ashamed of." When life tried to break me I grabbed that b*tch by the throat and squeezed. I thought I could overcome anything. I swore I could handle him, but after being forced to play at the Devil's playground I ended up craving his touch. One taste of his poison made my loyalties begin to waiver. Romero "I’m a living nightmare, I’m everything they fear." I’ve been called the Devil, deranged, and a savage. I lived by a code created by rebel souls. We were sinners and thieves that made no apologies for taking whatever the f*ck we wanted. Saving a girl in the woods was never part of my plans, but when I saw the crazy in her eyes I knew it was a match made in hell. Now secrets are piling up, the bodies are rotting, and time is running out to finish what I started. Forewarning, our story is more than a little f*cked up.
Authors Note:
I am not going to put a long 'trigger warning' on this book. I will say that Savages is a VERY cautionary tale that has no regard for hard limits. Reader discretion IS highly advised. <--18+
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35195352-savages
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Author Bio:
Natalie Bennett is the creator of erotic stories that always come with a warning label. She writes about depraved alpha a**holes and women that love to hate them. Her books don't follow any specific tropes, have no set word counts, and tend to deviate from traditional HEA's. When she isn't in front of her computer she's spending time with her husband and their three little boys. Natalie is an avid fan of caramel frappes, horror movies, Shameless, and of course, reading. You can find Natalie on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
Social Media Links:
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