Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Touched by the Wolf by Author: R. Murray



Title: Touched by the Wolf
Series: Dark Blood, Book 1
Author: R. Murray
Cover Artist: @Spellbound Covers
Release Date: June 30, 2017



How far would you go for immortality?

It has been a century since the wolves of the Silent Walkers waged war against the vampires of the Lamia for the Dark Blood of Immortality they possess.

As the battle lines are drawn once again, it will be up to the White Witch Emilie to use all in her power to bewitch the youngest of the wolves, Maccon.

To gain his trust.
To seduce him.
To bend him to her will.
To stop the impending war.


Touched by the Wolf is the debut novel of R. Murray and the first in the Dark Blood series.






Author Bio:

Rebecca is a London girl currently living in New Zealand

During the week, she can be found wrangling dogs and cuddling puppies, as dog day care supervisor at a day care center in Auckland. At the weekend, she transports herself to a world of vampires, witches and werewolves as well as dabbling in some poetry.

‘Touched by the wolf’ is the first novella in the Dark Blood series, and the debut from R Murray. Though her mind is a web of many more paranormal adventures.

When not writing, or playing with dogs, she can be found at the beautiful New Zealand beaches soaking up the sun, socializing with friends or with her head in a good book.


Bear With Me by Jennifer Blackstream



Title: Bear With Me
Series: The Blood Realm Series #4
Author: Jennifer Blackstream
Publication Date: April 4, 2017
Publisher: Skeleton Key Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: YOCLA Designs




A PRINCE TRAPPED IN THE BODY OF A BEAR

Torben is a bear shifter struggling to pass a test laid on him by his power-hungry stepmother. Bound into his beast form during the day, able to be human only at night when the darkness hides him, he must find a wife. She can know him only as a bear and a bodiless voice in the night. For one year, she must let him keep his secrets, trust him as a wife should trust her husband. But what woman will climb into bed with a bear and trust it is a man waiting for her?

A BARD LOOKING FOR HER VOICE

After witnessing her mother's murder left her blind, Leta had to put away her sword and her dreams of becoming a bard. Now she is resigned to a calm life where the best she can hope for is a good marriage that will take the burden of her care from her father's shoulders. When her father claims the gods have sent a man to be not just her husband, but perhaps her savior, Leta has to take a leap of faith...and hope she falls in love.

Even a blind woman can see when something is worth fighting for...





Excerpt:

AT THE END

It was on the tip of Leta’s tongue to argue, to tell her father what he could do with his suitor who thought he could fix the poor little blind girl. But she bit it back. This was what they’d hoped for, what they’d thought would be impossible. This was no time for her battered pride to make a stand.


“I’ll meet with him.” She took a deep breath and straightened her spine. “Perhaps you could invite him to dinner this week?”


Her father cleared his throat. “He’s here. Now.”


She slumped, hands going limp in her lap. “What? What do you mean he’s here now?”


“He’s here…for you.”


“He’s…” Her voice was a pathetic squeak, and now it was her turn to clear her throat. “Father…are you telling me you’ve already given him my hand?”


“I signed the marriage contract five minutes ago.”


His voice was a whisper, so quiet she might not have heard it two months ago, before she’d lost her vision, when her other senses had not been quite so keen. She swayed and put a hand on the floor to steady herself. She’d agreed to an arranged marriage, had given him her blessing to find her a suitor. But…


“I don’t understand. Why so quickly?”


“Leta, it’s been two months. I’d hoped you would come through this on your own. I prayed you would come through this on your own. But you haven’t. I don’t know how to help you. I…” His voice broke and he groped for her hands, took them in his trembling fingers. “Leta, you need someone who will make you feel safe, who might be able to bring you through—”


“And what if there is no through this? What if this is who I am now, what I am now?” Her muscles tingled with the urge to stand, to stalk away from him, storm off in a healthy fit of justified indignation. “You couldn’t let me have any dignity? Couldn’t let me go into this arranged marriage like any other woman? You had to send me off to be fixed, as though I were a table with a wobbly leg?”


Experience kept her kneeling on the floor. If she tried to fly off in a rage, she would succeed only in humiliating herself. High emotions flustered her, made it harder to remember where all the furniture was, how far the wall was. A broken nose or bruised shins wouldn’t help anyone, and it certainly wouldn’t do her wounded pride any good. And so she sat there, a prisoner. Locked in a dark world.


“Well then,” she said, her voice tight, “I suppose I’d better go meet the man who will be my nursemaid from now on.”


“Leta—”


“Are you going to escort me out, or would you like me to feel my way there, give him a good idea of what he’s getting himself into?”


“Leta, please—”


“Very well.” She was being childish now, but she didn’t care. She surged to her feet and stuck her arms out in front of her, swinging them side to side as she took small steps toward where she thought the doorway was. Her nerves screamed with heightened awareness, bracing to be struck by something, as if the room were suddenly full of stalactites. Ignoring her father’s protests, she shuffled forward, feeling in front of her with the toes of each foot and the tips of her fingers.


Her father tried to take her arm when she reached the door, but she shrugged him off. Composing herself as best she could, she groped along the wall of the hallway, inching closer and closer to the main room of the house. She was grateful there were no stairs, and she was able to make it to the sitting room attached to the foyer without falling or striking anything.


It was hard to describe how she knew someone was in the room, even though she couldn’t see. Something about the hairs on the back of her neck, a tingle down her spine that screamed at her she was being watched. She always knew when someone else was in the room with her, but this time there was something more. A thrill that brushed her fight-or-flight reflex, filled her with a strange, warbling anxiety. Someone was watching her. Someone…big.


Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t possibly feel size, her mind chastised her. Still, her senses stubbornly refused to admit any doubt. Whoever was watching her had a weight to his presence, and she could feel it. She blinked and moved her eyes around, trying to see something, anything, a slice of shadow or light that would give her a clue. But the darkness remained as thick as it always was, silent and impenetrable.


A strange scent wafted past her nose. Musk and the crisp scent of the wind off the mountains to the north. The faintest hint of sea air. The floor creaked as someone shifted their weight. Her heart skipped a beat and her instincts crowed in vindication. There was definite weight to that sound.


If that was her husband, he was not a small man.


“Are you really going to let the blind woman stand here wondering if she’s alone in the room?”


“You seem very aware that you are not alone.”


The voice was masculine, and so deep that it vibrated things low in her body, quickened the pulse in her neck. She angled her ear toward that voice, forming a mental picture of the room and her visitor’s location based on where his voice had come from. It was lower than she’d expected, as though he were sitting down.


“Leta, this is Torben Biorna. Torben, this is my daughter Leta.”


“I understand I’m your wife now.”


She threw the words down like a gauntlet, using her tone to make it clear what she thought of such things being settled without her presence, let alone input. The floor creaked again, and somewhere underneath that was a different sound that she wasn’t familiar with. Something hard sliding against the wood. It was brief, too brief for her to consider it closely. She frowned and tilted her head a little more, waiting to hear if it would happen again.


“Yes, you are my wife.”


Again his voice did strange and wonderful things to her body, teasing sensations from her with that hint of promise, that faint brush of heat. Warmth washed over her cheeks, and she was horrified to realize she was blushing.


If he noticed her embarrassing reaction, he kept it from his voice. “Things progressed quickly, and I don’t blame you for being displeased at your lack of participation. It is not how I would have liked to begin our relationship, but I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you.”


She groped for her temper, needing it to bolster her defenses against that voice. “My father says you think you can fix me.”


“Leta,” her father warned.


“No, it’s all right. I would be offended too, were I in her place.”


Another creak of the floorboards, followed by that same sound. Leta leaned forward, and it stopped immediately.


“You do not need to be fixed, Leta. You are not broken.”


Her father had spoken those same words to her, more times than she could count. But they were different coming from this man. He spoke with a definite authority, an unwavering confidence that said he knew he was right. It touched something inside her, something frightened. A tiny knot of tension she hadn’t been aware of relaxed.


“Torben was a solider.” Her father’s voice was gentle now, encouraging. “He’s known a lot of men who had very strong reactions after witnessing horrible things. He’s helped them.”


“Your father told me what happened to your mother,” Torben said quietly. “I’m sorry for your loss.”


Echoes of her mother’s screams filled Leta’s ears. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly, her breaths sharper, painful. Ice water trickled through her veins, chasing away the warm feeling Torben had summoned with his words, his voice. The knot of tension returned, trailing a string of others until she stood hunched in on herself, falling into an all-too-familiar nightmare.


“I don’t want to talk about it.” Her voice was weak, strangled by the memory peeking out at her like a monster from the mouth of a cave. She held her hands out, feeling around herself for orientation.


“Leta, here, come sit down.”


Her father took her arm, and she wilted with relief and let him lead her to a chair. Sitting calmed her, took away the awful feeling of disorientation that struck her when her emotions overwhelmed her spatial sense. She fought her way out of the panic, tried to reorient herself, remember where her husband was.


“We don’t have to talk about it.” He spoke as if he’d sensed her discomfort, her need to know where he was. “Know only that I am here to listen if you change your mind.”


She bobbed her head, grateful for his willingness to let it go. “You’re going to stay with us for a while, then?”


Awkward silence billowed into the room like dense fog.


“Leta…he’s your husband.” Her father shifted on his chair, his discomfort announced by every squeak of the wood. “You’re leaving with him.”



The Blood Rose Series



All for a Rose
Book 1


Blue Voodoo
Book 2


The Archer
Book 3


Bear With Me
Book 4

The Author:

Jennifer Blackstream is a USA Today bestselling author of fantasy/paranormal romance. Urban Fantasy will soon be joining her repertoire, and if she doesn’t get hold of the insidious roving gang of plot bunnies, there’s going to be steampunk sprinkled in there too…

For news, new releases, and a free copy of What Big Teeth You Have, sign up for Jennifer’s mailing list on her website at jenniferblackstream.com.

Jennifer has unfailing affection for the authors who have influenced her, including Laurell K. Hamilton, Jim Butcher, and the sorely missed Sir Terry Pratchett. Her books include humor, romance, and action, with enough darkness to keep things very interesting.

When Jennifer isn’t writing, she can be found re-watching Boondock Saints, Noises Off, or Gross Pointe Blank. With one of those classics in the background, she might also be searching Amazon for something she wants, but doesn’t need (Is there any such thing as a kitchen gadget that isn’t an absolute necessity? And don’t even get me started on office supplies…).



Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Riversnow by Tess Thompson




Title: Riversnow
Author: Tess Thompson
Genre: Romantic Suspense


Genevieve Banks is beautiful and successful - and one of Hollywood's highest paid actresses.

While filming opposite Hollywood's heartthrob Stefan Spencer in River Valley, Genevieve and Stefan form a deep friendship. He wants to take their relationship to the next level, but a violent incident from Genevieve's past has made her feel intimacy is an impossibility.

When her closely guarded secret is revealed, Genevieve is forced into a decision: Stay silent and let others suffer or bravely confront her violent past and the man who hurt her.

In this fourth installment of the bestselling River Valley Series, author Tess Thompson explores themes of community, friendship and love.



Excerpt:

They drove toward town without speaking. Stefan seemed at ease driving in the heavy snowfall, despite the way it covered the windshield as fast as the wipers could clear it. The XM radio, set to the ‘90s station, played Celine Dion’s “Because You Loved Me.” On the screen, the year 1996 was in parenthesis next to the name of the song. “Will you turn it to something else?” she said, tugging on the shoulder strap of her seat belt. “No nineties music?” He raised his eyebrows, teasing, as he moved the dial to a contemporary music blend. “But it’s a representation of our youth.” 


“Exactly.”


“How old were we in 1996? Fifteen?” 


“That’s right.” She pretended to be interested in something outside the window. He fell silent. She could almost hear the questions he wanted to ask, even though he knew the unspoken rule. Do not ask Gennie about her childhood. If he asked too many questions about her past, she went mute. 


They crossed the valley. The hay fields, yellow when she had first arrived in River Valley, were now white with the dusting of snow, as were the surrounding mountains. They passed the road where Annie and Drake Webber lived; their huge house sat perched on the side of the mountain, hidden in the trees. She and Stefan had spent countless nights there, most recently to celebrate the marriage of her best friend, Bella, to Ben Fleck. As they entered town, River Valley’s welcome sign informed them of the population—still 1425. Stefan gestured toward the sign.


“You think they’ll change the sign when Annie has her baby?” 


Gennie smiled. “Maybe. We should ask Mike.” 


Stefan chuckled, slowing the car as they entered the city limits. “As the town’s self-appointed mayor, Mike would change the sign using White-Out if he had to.” 


They both smiled. Mike Huller and the group of new friends they’d made were on a crusade to reinvent the town from a dying timber community to a thriving tourist destination. Thus far, they’d managed to add a gourmet restaurant, Riversong, the River Valley Lodge, and the Second Chance Inn, where some cast and crew had stayed. All of this in addition to a high-tech call center, which was run by Bella’s husband, Ben. According to Annie, the chef at Riversong, the town was a completely different place than it had been three years ago when Lee Tucker and Mike first opened Riversong. Ben was opening a fly-fishing shop, in addition to the call center. Bella was launching a makeup and skin care line, which would be headquartered in River Valley. Gennie had agreed to help finance it and be the “face” of Bella’s dream.


Author Bio:

Tess Thompson is a bestselling novelist of romantic suspense. She’s also a Zumba dancing queen, though the wearing of the crown is reserved for invitation-only appearances. Recently she’s participated in obstacle course races, the hardest of which was the Spartan Beast in Sun Peaks, British Columbia. It was an awful experience that will soon be included in a novel. There was running. And climbing a mountain. And obstacles, like walls and crawling under barbed wire. She is not the running or obstacle queen.

Like her characters in the River Valley Collection, Tess hails from a small town in southern Oregon, and will always feel like a small town girl, despite the fact she’s lived in Seattle for over twenty-five years. She loves music and dancing, books and bubble baths, cooking and wine, movies and snuggling. She cries at sappy commercials and thinks kissing in the rain should be done whenever possible. Although she tries to act like a lady, there may or may not have been a few times in the last several years when she’s gotten slightly carried away watching the Seattle Seahawks play, but that could also just be a nasty rumor.

She currently lives in a suburb of Seattle, Washington with her brand new husband, the hero of her own love story, and their Brady Bunch clan of two sons, two daughters and five cats, all of whom keep her too busy, often confused, but always amazed. Yes, that’s four kids, three of whom are teenagers, and five cats. Pray for her.

Tess loves to hear from you. Drop her a line, or visit her Facebook Fan Page, or follow her on Pinterest and Twitter.




Monday, 29 May 2017

Day Moon by Brett Armstrong





Title:  Day Moon
Author: Brett Armstrong
Genre: Science Fiction/ Fantasy
Dates: 29th of May ~ 9th of June




In A.D. 2039, a prodigious seventeen year old, Elliott, is assigned to work on a global soft-ware initiative his deceased grandfather helped found. Project Alexandria is intended to provide the entire world secure and equal access to all accumulated human knowledge. All forms of print are destroyed in good faith, to ensure everyone has equal footing, and Elliott knows he must soon part with his final treasure: a book of Shakespeare’s complete works gifted him by his grandfather. Before it is destroyed, Elliott notices something is amiss with the book, or rather Project Alexandria. The two do not match, including an extra sonnet titled “Day Moon”. When Elliott investigates, he uncovers far more than he bargained for. There are sinister forces backing Project Alexandria who have no intention of using it for its public purpose. Elliott soon finds himself on the run from federal authorities and facing betrayals and deceit from those closest to him. Following clues left by his grandfather, with agents close at hand, Elliott desperately hopes to find a way to stop Project Alexandria. All of history past and yet to be depend on it.






Author Bio:

From an early age, Brett Armstrong had a love for literature and history. At age nine, he combined the two for his first time in a short story set in the last days of the Aztec Empire. After that, writing’s role in his life waxed and waned periodically, always a dream on the horizon, till he reached college. At West Virginia University, he entered the Computer Engineering program and spent two years pursuing that degree before an opportunity to take a creative writing class, for fun, came along. It was so enjoyable, he took another and in that course he discovered two things. The first was the plot for a short story called Destitutio Quod Remissio, which the others students really seemed to love. The second, he realized he absolutely loved writing. For him, it was like the proverbial light bulb coming on. In the years since, describing that epiphany has been difficult for him, but he found the words of 1924 Olympian Eric Liddell are the most eloquent expression for it: “God made me fast. And when I run, I feel His pleasure.” God gave Brett a passion for writing, and so feels His pleasure when writing.

After a few years passed, Brett got his Computer Engineering degree, but also completed a minor in each of his real passions: history and creative writing. In 2013, he began graduate school to earn an MA in Creative Writing. During that time he completed the novelization of Destitutio Quod Remissio and entered the 2013-2014 CrossBooks Writing Contest, which won the contest's grand prize. As of March 2015, Brett completed his MA and is presently employed in the West Virginia Division of Infectious Disease Epidemiology as a programmer analyst.

Brett lives in Saint Albans, West Virginia, with his beautiful wife, Shelly. In the summer the pair gardens together, and each day Brett continues writing his next novel.




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Feeble Connections by Meghana Sarathy




Title: Feeble Connections
Author: Meghana Sarathy
Genre: New Adult Romance / College Romance / Sports Romance


A charming Casanova; Brandon

A Beautiful, Sassy woman in search of true love; Jennifer

A cocky basketball player; Linden

Three lives, two best friends and one uinque love story.

Feeble Connection spins the tale of two friends- Jennifer and Brandon, who meet in college. They were opposite on many grounds and yet perfect for one another. More so as best friends. The love that blossomed in their hearts never made it to their lips. It was Jennifer's lost hope or perhaps Brandon's ignorance to understand his own feelings that made him pave the way for Jennifer to meet Linden . He was very different from Brandon and yet he managed to steal her heart.

Can first love be truly forgotten?

Is second love truly that strong?

Is it even possible to love two people at same time?

* The Love Connection Series can be started with Feeble Connections. It is the prequel to Love Connection. Love Connection and Love Reconnection are already available for purchase on amazon.
** NOT a menage
Recommended for 18+ due to sexual content and profanity.




Excerpt:


      “Gem,” I call but not too loud and knock her window glass again.

      Coming here was a hard ascent. Though it’s not too high, climbing pipes was never my forte and this was the first time I tried it. Currently I am on her window aisle, shivering in the cold, waiting for her to open the damn window. I can squeeze in easily. Or I can just call her, but it won’t be that fun.

      “Gem,” I call again. I finally here scrambling footsteps approaching the window sill.

      “Brandon?” she calls out, sliding the window open.

      “Hey,” I wave and she stumbles back letting out a chuckle. “It’s really you. I thought I was dreaming!”

      “Nice to hear I visit you in your dreams as well,” I wink and her cheeks turn red. I am always rewarded with her blush when I catch her unguarded like this.

      She crosses her arms across her chest and puffs. I can’t help but notice her chest rising higher, together with her boobs. The grey satin night gown she dons is a treat to my eyes. It reaches just up to her mid-thighs with the netted-coat draping on either sides, but it still gives a good view of her long naked legs that I had missed out in her party gown.

      “What do I actually do in these dreams of yours?” I ask, propping my elbows on the window sill.

      “I’m sure you’ll be more than happy to do the same if I let you in,” She tells boldly, leaning forward.

      So I suppose I was right in guessing she has dirty dreams about me. I am one lucky guy.

      “That’s exactly what I had in mind. I’ll take you up on your offer. Demonstration is more gratifying, right?”

      She looks at me mortified, but steps away to let me enter. I hop into her room and inhale the scent which smells solely and exclusively of Gem.

      “Sorry, but unfortunately I don’t keep condoms in my room. I hope you have come prepared,” she tells with her back to me.

      She has got to be fucking kidding me. When Gem resorts to flirting there is no stopping her.

      “I don’t mind fathering your kids. In fact it would be my pleasure, especially if they go after you in looks and brains. I would be a proud dad.”

      Do I mean it? I do, I think. That family picture looks perfect.

      She gasps and turns to me with wide eyes. I am not sure if she is shocked or amazed. Her mouth tics up and I get my answer. She is definitely happy.

      “I would want them to have your hair. I love the color.”

      Gem always has a problem with her hair color. She has dark brown hair which is a good contrast to her fair skin tone, but she wanted a lighter color. But I am against her dying it.

      I rub my chin in speculation. “If you say so…but I do like your hair.”

      “And hazel eyes,” she continues stepping forward. “Your eyes are so beautiful.”

      “No,” I argue. “Your eyes are enchanting. Definitely emerald green.”

      “Hazel,” she steps closer.

      “No. Green,” I refute, covering the gap.

      When she is just an inch away she mutters, “Let’s just have twins. One with green eyes and blonde hair and the other with hazel eyes and brown hair. Perfect combination of both?”

      “Awesome idea.” I clasp both her hands. “For that to happen, don’t you suppose we should get down to some action?”

      She looks deeps into my eyes, her face basking in the glow of the two bedside lamps.

      “You’re not serious,” she says softly.

      “You want me to be?” I ask, pushing her back towards her bed.

      Uncertainty flickers in her eyes before she slowly shakes her head. “No.”

      If she had said yes, I would have definitely taken her up on her offer this time and would not even hold back. Her answer is a sad no and I should just suck it.

      “What’re you doing here, again?” All I see in her eyes is twirling confusion. She wants me, but she doesn’t want to want me. Maybe she is annoyed at herself for wanting this. Either way it’s funny.

      “Well, the night is not over yet. And I want to make the best of the hours left.”

      “How do you plan on doing that?” Now she wants me to want what she wants but can’t admit to.

      “By sleeping with you,” I whisper huskily in her ears.

      Her throat bobs and her lips part. “Show me how.”

      Smart girl. She’s leaving the choice to me.

      I hop onto her bed and settle comfortably on her bedspread. I stretch my arm on her pillow and raise my brows at her. “My hand will be your pillow for the night. Once in a lifetime opportunity. Don’t miss it.”

      Her face glows with pure happiness this time and she follows suit, and lands on her back with her head on my arms and her body curved towards mine.

      “This is a good idea.” She bites her plump lips. “What brought this on?”

      “I should have done this the last time I had got such a chance. But I fucked up, and now I want to correct my fault.”

      “You’re doing it just for me?” Her doubt lingers in her tone.

      “It’s never just for you, Gem. It’s as much for me as its for you. I need this. I need the proximity. I need you.”

      “Me too.” Her hands rest on my chest while my other arm curves around her waist. “If dad finds out he’ll kick us out of the house.”

      “I will leave by then,” I assure. “Will use the same route.”

      She chuckles but doesn’t object.

      “There is one slight problem, though.”

      “What?” she jerks her head up and looks down on me.

      “You will wake up to my boner. You can’t complain about it.”

      She snorts and falls back on my arm. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t have one. I would think that I am losing my effect on you.”

      That’s my Girl. Always frank. My Girl. I love the sound of that. Will make her mine…One fine day.















Giveaway
Win an eBook bundle of the Love Connection Series (3 books).




Author Bio:

Meghana Sarathy is from Bangalore, India. She is an avid reader and also a writer.  She mainly reads and writes Adult and New Adult romance, as well as dark and psychological thrillers. She has a special affinity towards love triangles and angst filled stories. Her all time favorite characters are her very own characters- Jennifer, Brandon and Linden. She tends to fall hard for boys who are either cocky or, good flirts and total charmers.

She spends most of her free time reading, writing or watching anime. Depending on her mood, she tends to write two to three books at a time. She is a crazy fan of Dragonball Z and can be seen watching the episodes in repeat. Vegeta is her all time favorite anime character.








Saturday, 27 May 2017

Dragon Songs Saga by JC Kang




Series: The Dragon Songs Saga
Author: JC Kang
Genre: Epic Fantasy, YA


Prelude to Insurrection
A Legends of Tivara Story

Only an orphan half-elf spy can avert a rebellion before it starts.

Jie’s superior senses have made her the perfect lookout. Now, as the adopted daughter of the Black Lotus Clanmaster, she wants to prove her pointed ears aren’t a liability when she’s tasked to infiltrate a rebel lord’s castle.

In this prequel to Songs of Insurrection, Jie must decide between her duty to the emperor and her sense of compassion toward the downtrodden. No matter her choice, it will have explosive consequences for her, the realm, and the upcoming war.









Songs of Insurrection
Book 1

Only the lost magic of Dragon Songs can save the realm. Only a naïve girl with the perfect voice can rediscover it.

Blessed with an unrivaled voice, Kaiya dreams of a time when music could summon typhoons and rout armies. Maybe then, the imperial court would see the awkward, gangly princess as more than a singing fool.

When members of the emperor’s elite spy clan uncover a brewing insurrection, the court hopes to appease the ringleader by offering Kaiya as a bride.

Obediently wedding the depraved rebel lord means giving up her music. Confronting him with the growing power of her voice could kill her.





Orchestra of Treacheries
Book 2

The mightiest dragon threatens the world, and only the power of a Dragon Song can vanquish him.

Two years have passed since Kaiya rediscovered the lost magic of Dragon Songs, yet the power of her voice is untrained. Potential suitors see her as a stepping stone. One ruthless cousin would rather step on her gravestone.

Not one to get walked over or buried, Kaiya is holding out for the exiled foreign prince who inspired her to sing. The only one who appreciates her abilities more is the world’s last dragon, Avarax, and it’s not because he enjoys a good song.

Raw and unproven, she finds mentors in unlikely places. An elf courtier. An ancient healer. A martial arts master. And an evil sorcerer. She’ll need their guidance to survive the final showdown between a girl finding her voice, and a dragon who has no intention of being fooled a second time.





Dances of Deception
Book 3

An invincible empire threatens to invade Cathay, and only a Dragon Song can ensure peace.

After vanquishing the Last Dragon with the power of her voice, all Kaiya wants is a quiet life of anonymity. Instead, the Emperor sends her to negotiate peace with the aggressive Teleri Empire.

The critical mission reunites her with her childhood friend Tian, now an assassin-spy who loathes killing. He is no longer the adorable, gullible boy from her memories, any more than she is the adventurous, sweet girl from his. Instead of rekindling nostalgia for a youthful innocence they both yearn for, their reunion ignites a mutual hatred.

When the Teleri Empire breaks off talks, Tian must help Kaiya escape. Orcs, Ogres, and enemy soldiers stand between them and home, and their volatile relationship could get them captured… or killed.





Symphony of Fates
Book 4

Kaiya escapes her ordeal at the hands of the Teleri Emperor, only to return to a homeland beset by enemies on all sides, and crumbling from within.

As a teenager, she quelled a rebellion with the Dragon Scale Lute. As a young adult, she vanquished a dragon with the power of her voice.

Now, robbed of her magic by grief, Kaiya must navigate a web of court intrigue to save the realm before it falls. Only she can lay claim to the Dragon Throne on behalf of her unborn sons—whether the father is the lover who perished rescuing her, or the hated enemy who killed him.

In the final story in Kaiya’s saga, she must rally a nation, repel invaders, and prove to the world why her family alone holds the Mandate of Heaven.




Giveaway
$10 Amazon Gift card





About the Author:

JC Kang's unhealthy obsession with Fantasy and Sci-Fi began at an early age when his brother introduced him to The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, Star Trek and Star Wars. As an adult, he combines his geek roots with his professional experiences as a Chinese Medicine doctor, martial arts instructor and technical writer to pen epic fantasy stories.







Friday, 26 May 2017

Code Wolf by C.D. Gorri



Title: Code Wolf
Series: The Macconwood Pack Series Book 3
Author: C.D. Gorri
Genre: Paranormal Romance


"He never thought of himself as a family man, but sometimes things changed... "

Randall Graves spends most of his time writing lines of code in his air-conditioned office at Macconwood Manor. He’d rather be alone than risk involvement of any kind. Everything was going fine, until his Alpha sends him on a forced vacation.

It's all good with Randall, as long as there's WIFI at the small, beachfront, bed and breakfast in Bloody Point, South Carolina. He could work and get some sun at the same time, but he wasn't counting on Tulla Nirvelli. The beautiful single mother owned and operated the small B &B with her seven-year old son.

Charmed by the small island and the young family, Randall finds himself enjoying his time at the Sea Mist Bed & Breakfast. When trouble starts brewing for Tulla and her son, Randall is ready to jump in, but that means revealing his secret. Will she accept the truth about him?


My Review:

I really enjoyed this new book from C.D. Gorri.
As with her previous books, it's set in 'Grazi Kelly's world'. This one, however, is definitely not YA!
I loved learning more about Randall, and his unexpected love interest, Tulla, along with Tulla's special son, Danny.
The book is well-written, easy to read and hard to put down. The descriptive writing allows you to join the fleshed out characters on their adventures.




The Author:

C.D. Gorri always wanted to be an author. An avid reader, she has a profound love for books and literature that she shares with her friends and family. When she's not writing she can usually be found with a book or kindle in her hand.

She resides in her home state of New Jersey with her husband, their children, and their dogs, Dash and Chewie.

You can enter C.D. Gorri's Grazi Kelly Universe with Wolf Moon: A Grazi Kelly Novel #1, this title is currently free! For young adult and young at heart audiences who enjoy paranormal fiction.

An avid reader of romance novels, C.D. was anxious to delve into her first paranormal romance series with the Macconwood Pack Novels. Coming soon are the Falk Clan Books. Look out, here be Dragons!



Books from the Grazi Kelly Universe:




Grazi Kelly series


Book 1

Book 2


Book 3


Book 4


Book 4.5




Macconwood Pack series


Book 1


Book 2


Book 3




Angela Tanner series


Book 1


Book 2










Wednesday, 24 May 2017

The Sieve and Uncarved by C.A. Caskabel




 “The Sieve” Book I of the epic fantasy novel Drakon.

“I am here to redeem the lives of my wife and daughter. I’ve brought the offering.” Da-Ren, an infidel barbarian, arrives at the Castlemonastery, his only offering a jar of honey. Baagh, the Cross Sorcerer, follows him there under orders of the Emperor, demanding from the monks to transcribe the warrior’s story. Book I chronicles Da-Ren’s early years, growing up in a tribe of archer riders and pagan witches, camped north of the Blackvein River. He enters the Sieve, the forty-day initiation trial that determines the fate of every boy and girl. Many of his comrades will fall, the strong will join the warriors, and an elite few will be marked for leadership. Da-Ren learns to endure the elements, to obey the Truths, to keep standing when all hope is lost. He swallows the legends of the OunaMa witches, learns to hate all other tribes, and conquers fear. And yet there is one trial that will bring him to his knees. The Goddess’s favorite daughter. “Brown-haired, brown-eyed. Brown was the first color of the day.” The journey begins for the man who will become the First Blade of the Devil. A brutal, poetic, first-person narrative of war, death, and love.





Excerpt from Drakon book1: The Sieve
Chapter: “One will lead, all will fall”


      “That which I fail to understand is how the powerful of your tribe could accept exposing their noble-born children to the same trials as the orphaned and the poor. How could any mother tolerate this atrocity against the more privileged—”
      “The what born? You have indeed grasped very little.”
      “I too have never known my parents, but all the scriptures say family is sacred and parents should never abandon their—”
      “No child knew their parents, Eusebius. There was no marriage in the Tribe.”
      “How can that be? You said that Elbia’s mother—”
      “The women and children stayed together until the child’s twelfth winter. That could have been Elbia’s mother raising her, then again it may not have been. Whoever she was, she was raising many other children from the same tent at the same time together with other mothers, whether they were hers or not. Any woman with a childless belly and on her feet, would do. If you were lucky enough to have the same woman as a mother for a long time, it simply meant that she was not getting pregnant. And then, barren and useless, she could end up floating face up in the Blackvein along the slave corpses, kissing the vultures.”
      “Godless words.”
      “Only few could be sure of their true mothers. And no one ever knew who fathered them. Each child had to make up a Legend about his father, a Legend that lifted our blades when our hands could not. No child, from any tent, ever knew who his father was. No woman belonged to one man. A man could have a child with any woman. He would fuck anyone, always from behind to give birth to boys.”
      I made the sign of the cross.
      …“Let me tell you about my mother, Eusebius. My mother was the horse dung fire of the tent. The fire nurtured me. And my father was a Legend. I will tell you his Legend someday, the Legend I made up for him. And that was the same for all of us, orphan or not.”
      “That’s unspeakable cruelty.”
      “No, it was very easy. This age-old agreement made my Tribe as hard as iron and as invincible as the wind.”
      “To struggle in vain.”
      “To struggle only for the glory of the Tribe. We had brothers. Thousands of brothers. All equal. What is cruel and difficult is having a family.”
      “No mother waits for her child to return from the Sieve,” I answered.
      “And no mother bade her child farewell. Even if it was of her blood when the child left for the Sieve, never to be seen again. Now do you understand, Eusebius, why…I never…”



“Uncarved”
Book II of the epic fantasy novel Drakon.

“How do the Uncarved die? They bleed to death. Always.” Fourteen-winter-old Da-Ren joins the Uncarved, the chosen few destined to lead the Tribe. More than forty children train and compete for the next five springs; only one will become Khun and fulfill the Tribe’s destiny. Da-Ren’s ambition and strength will keep him alive but can he overcome his most powerful and cunning adversary, the one favored by witches and men? The Goddess and the Ouna-Mas will try to nest in his heart, but is he prepared for the one woman he is brought up to hate? As war and hunger strangle the Tribe, the stakes of love, duty, and betrayal are higher than ever. A young man’s first kill. A young man’s first kiss. A coming-of-age tale with non-stop action.








Author Bio


C.A. Caskabel started writing Drakon in 2013 and completed the 350,000-word epic series in 2016. He plans to release the books gradually in 2016 and 2017 while he researches and writes his next series. He also works with a passionate small team that publishes primarily children’s fiction and fantasy fiction.

Prior to 2013, Chris was a serial technology entrepreneur. He has founded and led a number of start-ups in businesses such as digital marketing and renewable energy. He has led creative departments, marketing, and software product organizations in New York, San Francisco, London, and Athens.
He holds a BSc and a BA from Brown University and a PhD in Engineering from Boston University.







Monday, 22 May 2017

Gloria and the Unicorn by Wanda Luthman





A lovely children's book with a wonderful message.

The book encourages its readers to be happy and to love themselves.

Gloria looks different from other children, but thanks to Sir Louie, a magical unicorn, she learns to accept that it's ok to be different.









The Book:

Gloria and the Unicorn is a story that will delight you as well as pull on your heart strings as Gloria struggles with her facial disfigurement and wanting to fit in. Gloria’s mother died at birth and her father gave her to Miss Libby, the owner of a children’s home. Miss Libby loves the little girl and feels protective of her. But, it’s not until Sir Louie, the unicorn, shows up that Gloria starts to believe in herself. She has a conflict at school and never wants to go back and then she finds herself in an even worse situation; she encounters the evil Wizards of Malcadore who want to kill her. She must decide if she will face her fear of certain death to save her friend, Sir Louie, or lose him forever. Come along on Gloria’s marvelous journey with Sir Louie.




The Author:

Wanda published her first children's book, The Lilac Princess, in 2014. She loves to write in her free time. Her day job is being a High School Guidance Counselor.

Her goal in writing for children is to help them be the best they can be. So, using her Guidance skills, she has infused each of her story's with a social/emotional, character ed-sy message such as forgiveness, perseverance, self-acceptance, and love conquering evil.