The Bloodline Boxed Set

Title: The Bloodlines Series Box Set
Author: Mary Duke
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publication Date: November 15th, 2018
Blurb:
Narah Night comes from the firstborn of the werewolves lines; the once alpha of their species. But now, the Hollow wolves hide in fear as they are hunted and their souls harvested for power.
Most of her kind have either been slaughtered, kidnapped, or hide in fear.
Narah refuses to hide in the shadows and has made some unlikely friends with a dark fairy, reaper, and another Hollow Wolf. However, Narah’s new friends don’t come without complications. The Reapers are thrown from one power shift to another, leaving Kyrell with control over his people. All as the Dark Fairies are reminded that not all prophecies are as they seem, leaving Foley to take reign over her kind.
As Narah finds herself front and center, not only before her people, but all those who stand against this war for absolute power, she must decide whether to continue the Night Family Legacy or forge her own path.
As their new lives are pieced together and the four friends become ready to face this war, they realize that, though fate has brought them together, its twist and turns aren’t going to make it easy for them to remain that way.
 
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As far as anyone needs to know, Mary comes from a small town in rural Ohio. With a husband, three kids, a dog, a cat, and two beta fish (Fuzzy Blue, and Red Fish, if you were curious about their names,) her hands are kept busy. However, when she finds a way to escape reality, she twists words into worlds, fueling her alter-ego as the Realm Wrangler!
With her debut series, Bloodline launching in August 2018, she has a full schedule of launches lined up to grab ahold of her readers, and drag them with her through several different adventures in 2019! Watch for her Of the Faye Series, The Dark Soul Hunters Series, and The Alyce Eryx Academy Series!
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Excerpt from Hunted:


Prologue
The Hallow Wolves once reigned over the six werewolf packs. We did not reign with unjust, nor did we consider ourselves better than any of the rest. It was just the natural order, The Hallow Wolves, then the Cresent, Crimson, Golden, Shadow, and Mystic. It was the order each line was created, and for hundreds of years it was how we lived.
My mother was our Alpha, as the Night’s had always been. I was a Night, there was no mistaken it. I looked just like my mother, firey red hair, olive skin, a face covered in freckles. My mother was my everything, we spent every minute together, even though I had five other brothers and sisters, it was I who she chose to become leader of the pack when her time had run out.
At that time I didn’t think anything of it, it was something that was going to happen years from now, or so I thought. I also didn’t have time to think about it, as every waking second of my days were filled with training, and learning, and getting every experience my mother thought I needed. School was one of those experiences, a school away from our pack, a school that included all kids from all kinds of supernatural backgrounds.
Hallow Point, a school founded by my great grandparents, was where I was when I got the news…the worst news of my life. The Hallow wolves were under attack, and my family…our pack…they were gone
 
 
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The Beguiler

Title: The Beguiler
Author: Jo Michaels
Genre: Urban Fiction/Apocalyptic Fiction
Editor: Tia Silverthorne Bach with INDIE Books Gone Wild
Publication Date: November 5th, 2018
Blurb:
It’s one year until the apocalypse of 12.21.12 is supposed to take place.
Burning buildings, screaming babies, and death will surround us.
It will be the end of the world.
That can’t be allowed.
When six powerful women come together with one goal—to save humanity—they’ll get much more than they bargained for. They join forces and learn to use the gifts hidden within themselves to battle a monster feeding off something too many of us feel in our souls: Hate. But they must first learn how to forgive—themselves as well as others.
Hate is birthing a creature dwelling under Central Park in New York, and the fiend is eager to burst forth and sink his fangs into the Earth.
The Fury, The Visionary, The Beguiler, The Siren, The Prophet, and The Mystic are our last hope, and even they aren’t sure if they can win.
The end is coming, but with it, there may be a new beginning.
 
 
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Jo Michaels is…
Hi, I’m Jo. Let’s forget all the “Jo Michaels is blah, blah, blah” stuff and just go with it. I’m a voracious reader (often reading more than one book at a time), a writer, a book reviewer, a mom, a wife, and one of the EICs at INDIE Books Gone Wild. I have an almost photographic memory and tend to make people cringe at the number of details I can recall about them and/or their book(s). My imagination follows me around like a conjoined twin and causes me to space out pretty often or laugh out loud randomly in completely inappropriate situations.
I have a degree in graphic design, and my journey to the end was one few students who begin that program ever complete. However, this was one case where my memory and OCD tendencies helped me. Graduation was one of the most amazing days of my life. But, my most amazing day was when my now husband proposed. Every little girl dreams of being Cinderella someday, and he pulled off the proposal of fantasies.
At the risk of sounding cliché, I’m going to let it out there and say how much I absolutely adore the man I’m married to. Along with my children, he’s my whole world.
I’ve lived in Louisiana, Tennessee, and Georgia, but I’ve had my feet in almost every state. Traveling is something I adore, and have plans to someday see the Mongolia I’ve written about in Yassa.
One of my favorite things is hearing from fans! You can find me on social media most any day of the week. Connect! I’d love to hear from you.
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Chapter One ~ Mom and Dad
Little Shelia Morgan stood in her living room, using her chubby, six-year-old arms to hold her teddy bear while she cried. Recordings of her dad’s violin music played in the background and people kept walking through the room and hugging her. It was making her more scared than she was when Aunt Ivy told Shelia she’d have to go live somewhere else because her parents wouldn’t be coming back again.
Aunt Ivy and Uncle Melvin didn’t come around very often. Shelia didn’t know why, but she’d been to visit them once and didn’t like it there. Their house smelled like old people, and Aunt Ivy hated kids. As Ivy sat in Shelia’s mother’s favorite recliner and chatted, the child watched with intensity. Aunt Ivy never smiled at anyone coming in and hadn’t shed a tear since the news of the deaths had come. Shelia couldn’t figure it out; even the police officer had cried when he’d given them the terrible news. She knew her mother and Ivy were sisters but had no idea why she wouldn’t be crying. It all seemed wrong somehow. All Shelia knew was, she did not want to go live with her Aunt and Uncle—not ever.
A nice lady from Child Services showed up after everyone left and offered to help Shelia pack her things. They chose seven outfits, two pairs of shoes, and a few photographs to put into the tiny suitcase. When the locks clicked, Shelia began to cry in earnest. It all felt so final, and the “click” seemed to lock it into place in a way nothing else had. She launched her little body at the social worker and cried into her shirt.
The woman pet Shelia’s hair and whispered, “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re scared. You’re gonna be okay. Shh…”
Shelia jerked back and looked the lady in the face. “I don’t have to move with Aunt Ivy and Uncle Melvin, right?”
“No. I found you a really nice place to go where you’ll be very loved.”
“But Mommy and Daddy won’t know where to find me as angels,” Shelia said, stepping away and wiping her nose on her sleeve.
“They always know. But if it makes you feel better, we can leave them a note, okay?”
Shelia’s head bobbed up and down.
“Do you have paper and pencil?” the woman asked.
Racing around the room, Shelia gathered her drawing paper and crayons. She sat down, and the lady helped draw a picture telling the angels where to find their little girl.
The lady held Shelia’s hand, and they walked out to the car where she was put in the back seat and buckled in. Aunt Ivy watched from the porch as they drove away but never lifted her hand to wave.
After a time in the car, Shelia saw they were turning up the driveway of a little blue house with a swing set in the yard. She was hustled out of the car and brought to the door.
The lady that answered was thin, tall, and pretty, wearing a flower-pattered apron over her t-shirt and jeans and no shoes. There was flour on her nose, and the scream of a baby could be heard from the depths of the house.
She smiled and squatted down so she was Shelia’s height. “Hello there, Shelia. I’m Mary Alice. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Hi,” said Shelia. She turned and grabbed the other lady’s pants, feeling shy.
Mary Alice stood up to talk to the social worker. “I’m sorry to hear about her parents. We’re happy to take her in. I’m so glad you called me.”
“Yes, it’s a tragic story. Poor kid. She’s too little to even understand what’s going on. You have my number; call me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
Turning and looking down at Shelia, the social worker said, “You’re going to stay with Mary Alice. She’s really nice, and there are other kids here you can play with, too. Don’t be scared, honey. We told your mom and dad where they could find you.” She peeled the child off her legs, turned Shelia and the suitcase over to Mary Alice, and left.
Shelia stood on the porch and cried, her teddy bear dangling from her hand.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you come on in, and I’ll introduce you to the other kids.”
Tilting her head back, Shelia looked up into the twinkling eyes of Mary Alice before taking her hand, sniffing, and nodding.
“There’s a good girl.”
In the kitchen, there was chaos. The baby was still crying, and two kids around Shelia’s age were running around, whooping and hollering.
“Janet, Michael! You two stop that! You’re makin’ Cleo cry!” Mary Alice said. She snatched the two mid-stride and deposited them in front of Shelia. “This is Janet; she’s eight. This is Michael; he’s five. That,” she said, gesturing to the baby in the highchair, “is little Cleo; she’s just seven months. My husband’s name is Herb, and he’ll be home later. You can meet him then. Do you want somethin’ to drink?”
Shelia shook her head and clutched her teddy bear to her chest.
Janet narrowed her eyes at Shelia and the bear.
Michael smiled.
Cleo wailed.
Mary Alice threw up her hands and said, “Okay. Ya’ll go outside and play. I gotta get this baby to stop screamin’ or I’m gonna tear out my doggone hair.”
Janet and Michael bolted for the door, but Shelia hung back. Instead, she curled into a corner of the couch where she cried into her teddy bear’s fur until she fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, someone moved her, and she woke up in a bed with bright, colorful sheets on it. When she opened her eyes, she began to cry again until she remembered where she was and why. Those thoughts made her want to snuggle back under her covers and go back to sleep. Maybe forever.
Instead, she got out of bed and went in search of a bathroom. She did her business and was on her way back when she found her path in the hall blocked by Janet.
“What?” Shelia asked.
“How come you sleep all the time? You sick or somethin’?”
“No, I’m sad.”
“How come?” asked Janet.
“Because my mommy and daddy went to stay with God, and they didn’t take me with them,” Shelia answered, her voice faltering.
~~~~
Shelia relaxed into the buttery leather of the couch and closed her eyes. A voice that seemed too far away was like a mosquito buzzing in her ears, and she just wanted to shut out the woman’s words. Shelia took a deep breath and let it out in a rush.
“Now, Shelia, you need to remember what happened when you were little. Hypnosis has never hurt one of my patients, and it might help us unlock what’s in your head, making you sad.”
“Look, lady, I’ve been to countless shrinks like you. They all say they want to help me fix this and help me fix that. Nothing’s wrong with me.” Shelia lifted herself into a sitting position. She adjusted her too-tight shirt and squirmed.
“That can’t be true. You’re battling some kind of personal demon. The problem is: you won’t tell anyone what’s really making you sad. Is it moving out of your aunt and uncle’s house?”
She snorted. What a ridiculous thought!
Dr. Candy sat forward in her chair and leaned forward. “Why did you snort like that? Did I ask a stupid question?”
“Um, because those two treated me like a slave? I cooked and cleaned and mowed and washed my whole life while I lived under their roof. I was happy to be out of there! I thank God every day Ivy didn’t spend the money from my parents’ house being sold.”
“But there must be something you’re repressing or you’d be happy now,” said the doctor.
Repressing, my ass, thought Shelia. She knew damned good and well what demons she was battling. Sinner! For the previous few months, she’d been trying to work off the weight she’d put on since her twelfth birthday. Seven years of overeating in an attempt to disgust Melvin had taken its toll.  A lot of good that did. That bastard still came after me. She hid her thoughts with a smile. “I am happy. Why would you think I’m not?”
“Your posture, the way you never have a kind word to say about your relatives, and the look on your face right now,” answered the doctor.
“So I’m uncomfortable in my skin. Big deal. I’ve been working out.”
“I’m not talking about your weight, Shelia. I’ve read in your file that you were in a foster home after your parents had their accident. Can you tell me what happened there?”
“Nothing. I cried in bed for a day, and then I was taken away and given to that pair of vipers that call themselves my family.” Shelia bit her bottom lip at the memory of Janet and her fear of being taken away from Mary Alice; that little girl had obviously seen horrors Shelia couldn’t even have begun to imagine at that age. She thought she’d learned just how the girl had felt and why. Thinking about anyone doing something to Janet like Melvin had done to Shelia made her shudder.
Dr. Candy pressed for more. “Tell me about the years you spent with your aunt and uncle.”
“What are you pushing me for? You have everything in your stupid file, right?”
“I want to hear what you felt, not read what your papers say.”
“Fine! I got taken away from a real nice lady and put into the hands of slave drivers. I cleaned, cooked, and took care of the house from age six to age eighteen. Never did they give me anything I wanted. I wore second-hand clothes and got a haircut once a year. Because of them, I couldn’t even make a friend and keep one. Is that what you want to know?” Shelia was breathing hard as she finished her speech and hoped like 

From the Grave

Title: From the Grave
Author: Karina Espinosa
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Cover Designer: Orina Kafe ArtWorks
Editor: Beyond DEF
Publication Date: December 13th, 2018
 
Blurb:
Secrets don’t stay buried forever.
Mackenzie Grey is a lone wolf who’s earned her fair share of battle scars from the past, but that’s all over now. Or so she thought.
Known as the Freedom Princess, her heroic deeds have come with a heavy price when a mysterious new villain emerges, one who’s intent on killing Sebastian. As a new breed of danger lurks on the horizon, secrets between Bash and Kenz pile up and her worst nightmare is realized.
Mackenzie spent the last three years learning who she was in Origins. Now she will face her greatest challenges in Trials …

Karina Espinosa is the Urban Fantasy author of the Sins of the Fallen series and the Mackenzie Grey novels. Infatuated with travel, pop culture, and the need to write everything down, she spends much of her days in front of a computer working on her next book, shopping online, and listening to music. With nomadic tendencies, she is currently resting her head in South Florida until the itch to move strikes again. You can usually catch her on Facebook, Instagram and live-tweeting during episodes of Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, and Orphan Black. Follow her on social media!

 
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*Disclaimer* While it’s not required to read Mackenzie Grey: Origins before From the Grave, it is recommended.

 

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Blackened Magic

Title: Blackened Magic
Author: Emily Cyr & JoJo Bartlett
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Lori Gundy
 
Blurb:
Sawyer’s in big trouble. Lord knows, she’s never been a great student, but she never expected to be an inch away from flunking her economics class this close to graduation. Failing is definitely not an option and she’s running out of hope. That’s when her roommate suggests contacting a warlock who will sell her an oh-so-illegal spell to help her pass the final.
Kane is almost a free man…er warlock. He has one last job to do for the magical cartel, and then he’s out of here. He’s tired of them taking all his money when he knows he can make more cash out on his own. But before he delivers the cartel’s spell to them, he takes a call for a side job– to deliver an outlawed spell to a desperate college student. Only, he screws up. Big time.
Both Kane and Sawyer must dodge the magical police, the cartel, and enemies neither of them knew they had. If they don’t fix Kane’s mistake, it will cost them more than Sawyer’s life; it will cost them everything.
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Emily Cyr is a stay-at-home mom turned writer. She holds a degree in middle grades education with certification in English and social science. She has always had a love of all things paranormal and fantasy, but it wasn’t until Emily’s husband said the words, “Why not?” that she considered putting her thoughts and ideas into the book, The Lightning Prophecy. This trilogy was just the start for Emily. It seemed to open a creative door that had been locked.
Emily has always been an avid reader. Through reading came her love of writing. The more she read, the more she knew she wanted to create her own world. Many of her first works were fan fiction.
Emily and her family currently reside in San Antonio, Texas. She has an incredibly supportive husband, who is also an officer in the United States Air Force. They have three sons, ages 6, 5, and 2. Somehow, even with the demands of being a parent to three little boys, she finds time to escape to her fantasies and write them down.
Currently, Emily has two urban fantasy series out, but stay tuned via her web-site, http://www.EmilyCyr.com, for more!
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JoJo Bartlett loves soft blankets, the color blue, and laughing so hard she snorts. She’s never met a chocolate chip cookie she didn’t like. If you ask her husband or two kids, they will tell you she considers being called “weird” a compliment. Should the opportunity to participate in shenanigans with JoJo ever be presented to you… seize it, with both hands (or however many you have).

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Kiss of the Fallen

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Kiss Of The Fallen, coming September 18th!

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Tristan Castilion, a celebrated Commander of the Vampire Royal Guard, just wanted to be left alone. He wanted nothing to do with the war brewing among all the supernaturals and had grown tired of fighting all these centuries. All of them were screwed up anyway; but who was he to judge who drinks blood and who eats souls?

 

Sucked into one last mission from his vampire government, Tristan soon finds himself in the middle of a dark conspiracy within the vampire ranks and a half-naked demon chained to his bed.

 

And not just any old demon…

Zoe is a Black Blood Slayer—legendary demons bred to do one thing: kill vampires. A true ruler of the night, she’s forced to keep her lethal wiles at bay in order to uncover the truth, creating an unlikely partnership with Tristan.

 

Her blood is spiked with a desire he longs to tame, but if he does, he could be six-feet under; this time forever. But with both of them on the run and all hell breaking loose, how can he be sure she wants him to love or to destroy?

 

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Broken Magic

Title: Broken Magic
Author: Catherine Vale
Genre: Urban Fantasy
 
Blurb:
Meet Alicia Stark: Portal traveler, skilled white witch, kick-ass woman on a mission.
After Alicia’s parents disappeared unexpectedly, she made it her life’s mission to find them. Her search has taken her into dangerous worlds filled with mythical beasts, dark magic creatures and otherworldly monsters. But nothing could prepare her for the world she is about to enter.
When Alicia finds herself stuck in an unusual world called Wonderland, she knows that it’ll take more than spell-work to survive. She will have to risk everything if she wishes to defeat the ruthless Queen who is determined to have her head.
What begins as a curious journey into an unusual realm where nothing is quite what it seems, quickly turns into a battle for survival with the most unexpected partner by her side: a mysterious dragon shifter who works for the realm.
Alicia will need to unlock the closely guarded secrets of a world filled with murder and mayhem in order to outrun the darkness that will stop at nothing to destroy her.
Broken Magic is the gripping first story in the Worlds of Magic Series. If you enjoy stories filled with enchanting creatures, otherworldly monsters, inhuman allies, and a dash of romance in a fantasy setting, this is the series for you.
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Vale writes urban fantasy stories of magic and mayhem and paranormal romance.
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Blackened Magic

Title: Blackened Magic
Author: Emily Cyr & JoJo Bartlett
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Lori Gundy
 
Blurb:
Sawyer’s in big trouble. Lord knows, she’s never been a great student, but she never expected to be an inch away from flunking her economics class this close to graduation. Failing is definitely not an option and she’s running out of hope. That’s when her roommate suggests contacting a warlock who will sell her an oh-so-illegal spell to help her pass the final.
Kane is almost a free man…er warlock. He has one last job to do for the magical cartel, and then he’s out of here. He’s tired of them taking all his money when he knows he can make more cash out on his own. But before he delivers the cartel’s spell to them, he takes a call for a side job– to deliver an outlawed spell to a desperate college student. Only, he screws up. Big time.
Both Kane and Sawyer must dodge the magical police, the cartel, and enemies neither of them knew they had. If they don’t fix Kane’s mistake, it will cost them more than Sawyer’s life; it will cost them everything.
Emily Cyr is a stay-at-home mom turned writer. She holds a degree in middle grades education with certification in English and social science. She has always had a love of all things paranormal and fantasy, but it wasn’t until Emily’s husband said the words, “Why not?” that she considered putting her thoughts and ideas into the book, The Lightning Prophecy. This trilogy was just the start for Emily. It seemed to open a creative door that had been locked.
Emily has always been an avid reader. Through reading came her love of writing. The more she read, the more she knew she wanted to create her own world. Many of her first works were fan fiction.
Emily and her family currently reside in San Antonio, Texas. She has an incredibly supportive husband, who is also an officer in the United States Air Force. They have three sons, ages 6, 5, and 2. Somehow, even with the demands of being a parent to three little boys, she finds time to escape to her fantasies and write them down.
Currently, Emily has two urban fantasy series out, but stay tuned via her web-site, http://www.EmilyCyr.com, for more!
Author Links:
Instagram: emilycyrauthor
 

JoJo Bartlett loves soft blankets, the color blue, and laughing so hard she snorts. She’s never met a chocolate chip cookie she didn’t like. If you ask her husband or two kids, they will tell you she considers being called “weird” a compliment. Should the opportunity to participate in shenanigans with JoJo ever be presented to you… seize it, with both hands (or however many you have).

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