Jaclyn and the Beanstalk

 
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Upon hearing “monsters” are terrorizing the small villages around Black Mountain, Jaclyn’s father and his friends head out to hunt them … but they don’t return. Armed only with her sword and three magic beans — a gift from a mysterious old woman — Jaclyn sets out for Black Mountain to save her father.
 
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Apple Boy

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Book Title: Apple Boy (The Quiet Work #1)

Author: Isobel Starling

Publisher: Decent Fellows Press

Cover Artist: Valentine Pascadian (Lennel)

Genre/s: Fantasy, M/M Romance

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length:103 600 words/ 556 pages

Release Date: February 15, 2019

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After a traumatic event, Winter Aeling finds himself destitute and penniless in the backwater town of Mallowick. He needs to travel to the city of Serein and impart grave news that will bring war to the Empire, but without a horse, money, and with not a soul willing to help him, he has no choice but to line up with the common folk seeking paid work on the harvest.

As wagons roll into the market square and farmers choose day laborers, Winter is singled out for abuse by a brute of a farmer. The only man who stands up for him is the farmer’s beguiling son, Adam, and on locking eyes with the swarthy young man Winter feels the immediate spark of attraction.

Winter soon realizes there is a reason he has been drawn to Blackdown Farm. The farmer possesses a precious item that was stolen long ago from Winter’s family, and he determines to retrieve it. He also cannot take his eyes off the farmer’s son, and as the young man opens up Winter can’t help wondering if Adam is just kind or his kind!

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“Apple Boy” by Isobel Starling

CHAPTER 1

MARKET SQUARE

“You boy, aye, YOU. Ain’t never seen ye round ‘ere before,” The farmer directed his bellow at me.

It was sunrise, and at last, I’d found the courage to step out of my hiding place and join the common laborers who gathered in Mallowick market square. We were waiting for the farmers’ carts to come by and choose their day workers. I’d watched this ritual each morning for the past three days, peeking out from shadowed doorways, or while crouching behind barrels.

It was harvest time, and it appeared to be routine for peasants to walk from the surrounding hamlets before dawn and assemble in the square to seek work on the farms. There was wheat, barley, root vegetables, and tree fruits to be gathered before the weather turned. I was informed by a ruddy looking fellow in the tavern that anyone could get work on the harvest, and so, with my pride cut to ribbons and my pockets empty, I’d stepped out of the safety of my hiding place and joined the commoners.

“Does ye wants work or no’? Look at me when I’m talkin’ to ye. What’s yer name?” The burley farmer roared. I looked up, stunned to be singled out from among all of these strapping men and hardy looking women, for I felt invisible. Four carts had already passed and taken their pick of the young, strong peasants, but none of those farmers gave me a second glance. I should have known something was afoot, for when this particular wagon turned up the women in the square shrank back into doorways, and men sidled away to lean against buildings. On the side of the wagon, writ-large in bold off-white letters were the words BLACKDOWN FARM. There were around thirty of us left on view, like cattle.

I had never partaken in manual labor or any kind of work before. I was a gentleman and far more familiar with spending my days relaxing, reading, attending social events in the city, or taking a horse for a gallop in the country. But my life had changed since I’d become stranded here in the Pasturelands provincial town of Mallowick two weeks earlier. Now I was living on my wits. Each day was a fight for my life, and I’d sold all of my fine belongings, intending to pay for passage on the stagecoach from Mallowick to the city of Serein. But I had not thought things through, and it did not happen that way. My body’s needs took precedent. I’d become so ravenous, and therefore the meager coin I’d gathered from selling my finery was spent on what I could afford—basic rough barley bread and ale, just enough to stave off the gnawing pangs of hunger in my belly each day. Now, I had no belongings, and the money was all but gone. I was no thief, and the only thing I had left to sell was my body. Looking like a wretch, I did not believe I could earn even a copper that way! Before I left on my travels, I was warned that the province of Erias had strict rules about men bedding other men and I did not want to tempt fate. I was at a loss—hard labor or starvation were the only choices available to me. Gods, if my father could see how far I’d fallen in such a short time, he would be thoroughly ashamed. I was living hand-to-mouth, and if I dared to seek out my reflection and observe my disreputable state of dress, I was sure I would see I was no longer a gentleman at all.

I assured myself that all would be well as soon as I could get to the city of Serein. There I would attend my father’s depository and obtain funds from his account—as had been arranged, and then, I could find my way to my uncle’s residence and attend to a much grimmer business.

So, with no other choice, I was here, standing in Mallowick market square with a bunch of rough-looking fellows and ruddy-faced women with just the ragged clothes I stood in to my name. I wondered if my visage had taken on the same gaunt, starved, haunted look some of them wore.

“WELL?” The farmer roared.

“Leave him be Pa; I think he’s a mute. P… p… please don’t—” A swarthy young man urged, stepping to the farmers’ side. The man appeared to be in his early twenties, with broad angular shoulders, slim hips, and wavy jaw-length hair that longingly reminded me of Montestein tea. When the morning sunlight broke through the clouds and caressed him, the strands of his hair revealed all the shades of autumn. It was beautiful. His eyes were bright emerald green, and his skin bore the wind-burned tan of a man who spent his days working the land. I met his gaze for a second that seemed to stop time, and I felt a flutter of longing erupt in my gut. I found myself mesmerized by him. He appeared a little embarrassed, for himself or for me, I wasn’t quite sure. The farmer turned to his son.

“Shut that filthy mouth o’ yours, apple boy!” he spat. His large meaty hands twitched. He sneered and glared at his son in such a wicked way I knew it should have been followed up by a sharp slap. I worried that the young man would endure further public humiliation at the hands of his father, but the farmer moved his disdainful glare back to me. I shuddered with fear. I had a feeling that he was saving his son’s punishment for later—away from the prying eyes of the townsfolk. I did not like that thought, not one bit. I did not know why the farmer was drawn to me, but he sized me up with a sweeping glance of consideration, then wrinkled his nose as if he’d sniffed a revolting stench—I hadn’t bathed in two weeks, so maybe I did smell a tad ripe!

“Is ye a mute?”

I shook my head. I would say, if anything, I was deeply traumatized by the unfortunate circumstance I’d found myself in, but no, I was certainly not a mute. I just wasn’t used to a lowly man speaking to me so roughly. Generally, men who dared to address me knew their betters and behaved appropriately. But here in Mallowick, in the province of Erias, I was no better than a beggar on the street. There was no one I could call on for favors, no one who, on hearing my family name, would loan me coin for the stagecoach or a horse to ride to the city and send word to my father.

When I’d first arrived in Mallowick, telling the truth of my station had gotten me dragged down an alley where my finger and earrings were stolen, and I’d received a beating. This farmer from Blackdown Farm had no idea who I was, and I would not make the same mistake again.

I took a breath and stepped out of line. “Master Irwin Harding, sir. You may call me Win.” I winced at hearing my own soft, well-spoken voice, with my accent, the clipped tongue of Thorn. I had not used my real name and wished I had not used my true voice either. The fact that I was the son of the Duke of Thorn meant nothing here. Thorn was west of Erias, on the other side of the Silua Montis Mountain range, and I doubted any of these illiterate souls in Mallowick knew anything other than that folklore passed around by storytellers.

The farmer stepped to stand in front of me. He was a big, bulky bastard of a man and stank of stale sweat and baccy. He had a grizzled podgy face and thick dark hair shot with strands of silver pulled into an untidy tail. The tension grew between us, and I worried I’d spoken out of turn. I looked down and watched my bare, filthy feet as if they held endless fascination. I’d seen men like him before. He had hands like shovels, and I’m sure they’d done damage in their time. My father would have used a man like him well, probably as muscle to intimidate the city folk while the Royal Chancellor did the rounds collecting taxes.

Afraid and sweating with anxiety, I glanced up and away, unable to look at the farmer directly and meet his fierce piggy eyes. Instead, I looked left and caught the eye of his son. I felt another flutter of attraction. I was grateful for it because it dampened my fear a little. The glance the farmers’ son sent me back was sheepish, apologetic. He shrugged and put a finger to his lips, signaling for me to hush. I’m sure now he knew what was coming.

Master, is it?” The farmer gave a raspy malevolent chuckle. “Well, well, well aren’t ye an uppity little scrote. Such a pretty voice an’ all. Have your balls dropped yet, lad?”

The townsmen men standing around me shuffled on their feet and snickered uncomfortably. I could tell from the tentative laughter they were afraid of this man too. My chest tightened with fury, and I felt the flare of heat rush to color my cheeks. If in Thorn I would have put this fellow in his place, but as directed by the farmers’ handsome son, I held my tongue.

I dared to look up as the farmer scratched his grizzled chin and consider me. It was then I saw it. A chill iced my bones. On his chubby right index finger, he wore a gold ring set with a large red gemstone that I was aghast to see held the intaglio engraving of a rose thorn—my family’s seal. How had this disgusting Pasturelands farmer come upon my family’s ring? Anger curdled my gut, but I forced myself to focus and fixed my features so as not to alert the man to what I was looking at. That ring was more precious than I could say. It was not set with any common gemstone, oh no, the setting was Star-fall. The legend was that mortal tools could not cut the rich-red Star-fall stone. The gemstone was shaped by sorcery, and the power that carved into the gem was stored inside it as if the Star-fall was a reservoir for the magic. It was illegal for any other than the Twin Kings of Osia to own Star-fall. The king’s men had scoured the Empire to remove all traces of the priceless gem from common and aristocratic hands and possessing it was a death sentence. Did this ruffian have any idea what he wore?

Not getting a rise from me, the farmer stepped yet closer and found out for himself if my balls had dropped. He reached for my privates and squeezed.

Ahh, ye got some big stones de’re al’right, boy,” he said with a filthy sneer.

“Done any labourin’ before, lad?” My eyes watered. I shook my head and winced as the pressure on my most sensitive parts rose. I wanted to shout and push him away, punch him in that bristly pug face. I’d trained in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay, but that was of little use to me now that I had no sword and was cast as naught but a commoner myself. I stood frozen to the spot with fear, my cock, and balls in the hand of this brutish man. I was sure that clutching my nethers was not the best way to test if I would be a good apple picker.

The farmer let go, stepped back, and looked me over again like he was sizing up a prize pig. I wanted to keel over, hold my sensitive parts and howl, but, with my eyes watering, I kept my back ramrod straight and looked past the farmer, using his son’s regretful, pretty green eyes as my focus.

I appeared to be a boy, but I am nineteen and about to make my majority. I have a tall, willowy frame, and little muscle to show for my near twenty summers. Weeks before, I was clothed in the silken garb of a lordling, but all I wore now were my stinky silk britches and a once-white linen shirt. I’d even had to sell my fine leather boots. My flaxen hair hung loosely to my shoulders and was bedraggled. My mother had always told me my hair shone like a golden halo. I guessed that was no longer the case. I had not seen my reflection in two weeks so I could only imagine how frightful I appeared to onlookers. My circumstance was terrible, but I refused to let it defeat me. I was a son of Thorn, I was a gentleman, damn it, and I was prepared to do whatever it took to do to find my way to my destination and seek justice for all the ill-luck that had befallen me.

“Right, scrote, up on the wagon,” the farmer declared. “We can always do wit a few extra scurrier’s fer the windfalls.”

I had no idea what that actually meant, but strangely relieved to be selected, I nodded subserviently and then, ducking my head to avoid the farmers’ glare, I scurried to the wagon where I surreptitiously gave my aching intimate parts a gentle rub.

I’d heard from a fellow in the tavern that harvesting wheat at Robinswood Farm was backbreaking, as was digging root vegetables at Windy Oakes Farm. He advised that apple picking was easy work and if I could get employment at Weatherby’s or Blackdown Farm, they paid good coin. He said the mistress at Blackdown was particularly well-liked and always gave laborers a bread and cheese luncheon with last season’s cider. I was so hungry that bread and cheese sounded like a banquet. The fellow had neglected to tell me that the farmer was a brute!

The farmers’ son met me by the wagon and offered to help me aboard. For a moment, from the look of consideration in his eyes, I thought he could see past the disheveled state of me to the gentleman I’d once been. But that was ridiculous. The farmers’ son hopped up onto the back of the wagon with dexterous athleticism, and then offered me his hands. I took them without a thought. His warm touch and the strength in those work-roughened fingers twisted my gut into uncomfortable knots. He fixed my gaze as he gripped both of my hands and tugged me up as easily as if he were lifting feather down. He pulled me closed and pressed me to his hard chest.

“Don’t back chat him or it’ll be the worst fer you,” he whispered the warning to my ear. Alarmed, I eased back from him and cautiously met his eye for a split second. In the look he gave me I saw that the warning was well-meant. Bewildered, I nodded in thanks and understanding. I had no idea why this stranger was looking out for me, but the fact he was warmed my heart. I choked back a tear. No one had looked out for me over these past weeks, and I had been so terribly lonely. I’d learned some hard life lessons on this leg of my journey, and I’d come to understand that here my title was irrelevant, and without money I was suddenly invisible; therefore small kindnesses meant more than I could say.

My adventure into the provinces had been made to appease my father for my supposed ‘lack of direction.’ I’d become bored with my easy life in Thorn, and not intending to marry; I’d told my father that in-light of my upcoming twentieth Bloomsday I wanted to tour the Empire. If I were to one-day become Duke of Thorn, I needed to know a little of the politics of each province and so, pleased with my initiative and happy to be rid of me for a while, he’d set me on my way. I’d toured the provinces of Terria, Corvay, and Reuss and then continued to the province of Osia, spending time in the capital city Altea, at the court of the Twin Kings, Kristoff, and Fabian Von Harte. With this journey to Erias, I was to have the full set of provinces under my belt. But fate was not on my side.

On benches affixed to either side of the farmers’ wagon sat fourteen men morosely staring at their bare, filthy feet, not a word of chatter between them. They each owned a small pack of belongings and a wrapped blanket that each had stowed beneath the bench. At this moment they were better-off than me, for I did not even have a blanket to my name. There was space for me and five more, totaling twenty men. The farmer chose from the remaining laborers with less consideration than I had been afforded.

“Right… I’ll take Allin, Jed, Arthur, Bartram, and Matty, that’ll do me fer the week,” he hollered decisively.

The week? I thought I’d promised myself for a hard day’s labor? But then again, I considered the harvesters who were sitting in the wagon, and yes, they appeared to have prepared for an overnight stay. Confused, I sat down as the other laborers were pulled up onto the wagon by their comrades, and then we shuffled along the benches until we were all seated. I noticed the shoulders of the remaining men in the market square sag a little in apparent relief as if some mighty weight had lifted from them. I didn’t understand it. I thought they’d wanted to work?

The farmers’ son clambered over into the front of the wagon. His father climbed on, the man’s bulk shaking the timbers of the rickety wagon as he settled on the bench beside him. The son handed his father the ribbons, which the farmer greedily snatched up, and then with a fearsome bellow of “Geddup” and a thunderous whip crack, the large mottled grey workhorse began its cumbersome trot down the main street and onto the dusty road to Blackdown Farm.

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Isobel Starling spent most of her twenty-year professional career making art in Ireland. She relocated to the UK and, faced with the dreaded artist’s creative block, Isobel started to write and found she loved writing more than making art.

Isobel is currently working on her nineteenth book.

“As You Wish” (Shatterproof Bond#1) narrated by Gary Furlong won the Audiobook Reviewer Award for Romance 2018. It is the first M/M Romance audiobook to win a mainstream audiobook award.

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Claimed By Her Dragon

Title: Claimed by Her Dragon
Author: Catherine Vale
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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Dragon’s Mark
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Dragon’s Mark
After his father, alpha of the Greystone dragon clan turned his back on him, Kane left it all behind to become a mercenary, answering to the highest bidder.
A chance encounter with a dangerous dragon ends with Kane being hired to take out an alpha of an opposing dragon clan. Gaining access to the leader is the least of his troubles. When Kane comes face to face with the alpha’s daughter, she isn’t just a distraction, she’s his fated mate.
Will Kane follow through and destroy the alpha he was hired to take out? Betraying his employer means war, but betraying his heart could cost him everything.
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There’s nothing sexier than the kiss of a primitive, dangerous, and irresistibly gorgeous shifter, especially one with the power of the dragon…
When Arianna finds herself face-to-face with the gorgeous castle blacksmith, Craig James, she feels such an intense connection to the man that she is left stunned, unsure what the hell is happening to her. He’s not just remarkably handsome, he also possesses an irresistible charm, that leaves her powerless to resist him.
What begins as a one-night stand, quickly turns into something more, as Arianna finds herself thrust into the middle of a world filled with mystery, and magic, where tales of flying dragons and dangerous witches come to life, and where nothing is ever what it seems.
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Abandoned by his mother as a young boy, and taken in by the elders of the Redwater clan, Tegan isn’t your typical hero. In fact, if you ask him, he wouldn’t call himself a hero at all.
Yet when he is asked to investigate the outcome of an attack on the nearby human villages, what he discovers invokes the rage of a thousand storms, and he finds himself on the run with a beautiful stranger.
Tegan may be half dragon, half human, but he’s all heart. If he doesn’t stay focused on the mission at hand, he will find that the curvy woman he’s determined to protect, could be on her way to stealing it.
Dragon Heat
When the curvy dragon shifter suddenly loses her ability to fly and finds herself hurtling to the ground, Adalyn must admit, she’s one hot mess. Unable to escape the city without wings, she goes on the warpath to find out exactly who is responsible for her inability to shift.
A few hours later, she finds herself drowning her sorrows at the local watering hole. What’s a girl to do when she has nowhere to go, and no one to call for help?
She falls into bed with the sexiest man in town, of course. Except the guy isn’t exactly able to help considering his reckless behavior is the reason why she can’t leave.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…
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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Aroha is an Ice Queen. Her destiny, not a choice.

Her power to turn everything frozen, sees her locked in a room for years, for fear of harming her family or friends.

Tawhirimatea is Jack Frost. A man who comes to her rescue in many ways.

Grief, an aunt bent on revenge and a kingdom in crisis.

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There are a few frogs that would love to be kissed by Tia’s lips, but her lips are filled with wickedness.

A bitter wish she made as a child has caused her heart to rot inside.

Mystified by the magic that binds, the darkness lurks in the shadows that cry.

Poisoning Tia’s fragile heart, the darkness’s cruel tricks set to tear her apart.

The man in her dreams could set her free, but is the darkness in her heart willing to bend a knee?

Can true love’s touch break the bitter wish and sail them into moonlight’s bliss

Ally Barnes and Debbie Ann – Poisoned Love

Five years ago, a naïve and young Neve White, fled Oxford with her tail between her legs. Humiliated by the man of her dreams, her soul and self-esteem shattered.

He stole everything from her. Her hopes, her dreams, even her career. Now she returns to where it all began, England.

An older, stronger, more successful version of herself. An acclaimed author ready to start a new chapter in her life.

Only one thing stands in her way, the man who broke her heart – Tristan Prince.

Tristan, suave, sophisticated and hotter than hell. A renowned New York Times and Wall Street Journal bestselling author and worldwide jerk.

Will Neve be able to forgive and forget as she travels through England on her first international book signing? Or will temptation ruin everything she has worked so hard for?

C. Renee – Belle and the Curse of the Rose

Belle’s passion was, and always had been, books. Nothing else really mattered.

Until she received a book so special, it changed the course of her life.

She discovered that not everything in her life was black and white after all.

The magical book opened her up to a world she had never imagined existed.

Prince Stefan and his brother, Henry – the natural heir to the throne, harbored a secret.

One which had the power to change the very future of the royal family as they knew it. Would their secret become known and what would be the consequences?

When Belle and Stefan meet at a palace ball, sparks fly.

They were destined to be together, but would one book and an ancient curse threaten to derail everything?

Will the past consume the future?

Or will true love conquer once and for all?

C.J. Welles – Annabella

Annabella lives in hell with her controlling stepfather and vile stepbrother.

Her life is far from being anything like a fairy tale and a world away from being desirable.

Then, she meets a mysterious man at a Halloween party. A man who is hiding a secret.

Annabella never imagined she would see the man again.

A man who evoked feelings she thought were long forgotten….

But fate had other ideas and her path soon becomes entwined with Elijah’s.

Her life takes an unexpected turn, emotions spiral out of control.

When everything settles, can Annabella rewrite her future?

Or, is a chance for a new life just castles in the air?

Gemma Arlington – Strictly Business

Being forced to live within the strict confines of royal life was never an easy burden for Pippa to bear.

As she grew older, she dreamed of the experiences that ordinary girls got to have.

What happens when she’s handed the opportunity of a six month vacation away from the rules and expectations?

She jumps headlong into the adventure of a lifetime, that’s what.

The chance to explore the wild fantasies that had been consuming her daydreams was more than she could resist.

I mean, what else was a girl to do? You’d do the same wouldn’t you?

 

Heather Guimond – Royal Failure

Princess Alora died two years ago, unbeknownst to the citizens of Aestia.

From her ashes came Lori Rose, a hard-core rocker who’ll never go home again.

Trapped in a world not of my making, where I was forced to play the pretty, perfect princess day in and day out while harboring rock and roll dreams with my best friend, Fleur.

When faced with a chance to escape, we took it and never looked back.

Now, our band, Royal Failure is about to embark on our first nationwide tour with a top ten band. I couldn’t be more thrilled–this won’t only poise us to launch to the top of the charts ourselves, but I get to be right alongside my personal crush, Flip Abernathy, the front man for Joystick. Sparks will fly, but not without igniting the malice of a pop princess.

Not only is my career at stake, but so is my life.

Kay Maree – Bear Illusion

Thorne

It was the sweet scent of Lilacs that drew me in but it was a simple touch that had me submitting to the brilliant blue mating bond that connected me to my Queen.

Our families have bad blood but nothing is strong enough to keep me away.

She is mine, my mate, my female, my Queen.

It was written in the stars long before we were born.

Ivy

Words on paper could never do justice to the man wading through the water, the scent of an unrestrained wildness floats around me making it hard to resist.

I try to fight it and pull back but how can you say no to something that deep down you know will change your fate forever.

I was his Destiny, he became my Fate…

Susan Horsnell, Kay Maree, Aleisha Maree

Luna Blue is a mermaid princess who has dreamt of the surface and humans above since she was a little girl. She knows her fate is somehow entwined with the other world.

Asher is a human prince, dissatisfied with his life and drawn to the peace of the ocean.

When Luna saves Asher from drowning, she realizes this is the man she is fated to be with.

But, how could she survive on the surface without legs?

And, how could he live underwater without being able to breathe?

Penny Blush – The Girl In The Tower

Rae

I have spent my life locked away. I am a prisoner in my own life. My crime, living. My sentence, life without the possibility of parole. Hight above the world in a tower in the middle of the forest is my prison. I am trapped here until the day I die, hoping that someone will save me.

Flick

I have spent my life on a less than straight and narrow path, but if I ever want to get out of this damn kingdom, I need to keep my nose clean. I took a job delivering packages to a recluse living in a tower in the middle of the forest. I thought it was some freak doomsday survivalist. It’s not. There’s a beautiful princess being held captive. Not everything is as it seems, but I do know one thing for sure…… I have to save her.

Susan Horsnell -Pocahontas and the Reluctant Brave

Atalia “Pocahontas” Sweetwater is a savvy lawyer.

She is determined to better the life of her people, particularly the women.

She is loyal to the Howlani Indian tribe and proud of her ancestry.

Her father is Chief, she is a Princess.

Justus ‘Whitecloud’ Rivers is also a talented lawyer.

He is a man who likes to defend white men over Indians.

A man bitter about his past and his half caste ancestry.

A man who wants nothing to do with the Howlani or any other Indian tribe.

Then, he encounters Pocahontas and the world as he knows it is turned upside down.

 

T.J. Spade – Crown of Thieves

Yasmine is a Djinn Princess living a luxurious life in New York City, but when something very precious is stolen from her, she can think of only one way to get it back.

Aiden Quinn is an ultra-sexy businessman with money to burn and a street-hardened past. Luckily for Yasmine, Quinn was also a teenage pickpocket who matured into a debonair conman and art thief.

Hiring a thief to catch a thief seems like an inspired idea until the situation becomes more dangerous than Yasmine could have predicted. With things heating up between her and Quinn, it may not just be her life on the line, it could very well be her heart. And, if Yasmine and Quinn can’t retrieve what was stolen in time, they risk unleashing a terrible power on the world.

Can a thief and a princess become partners in crime, or are they one rogue wish away from forever losing their chance at a happily ever after?

Aftermath

Introduction

Aftermath is the third book in The Jewel Trilogy.

It follows Acceptance Book One and Awoken Book Two of The Jewel Trilogy.

In the final installment of the trilogy Jewel has to find a middle ground in who she is, wrestle with her options and grow into the leader everyone expects her to be. But she has to grapple with not only a serious decision but also with the possibility of becoming something dark and dangerous. Jewel has the whole fate in her hands and only someone who understands both sides can make the right decision. She is that someone.

Blurb

With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Jewel is the only one who can stop Zeus from taking over humanity. Now everyone must pick a side- humanity or immortality. But what will happen once they do?

After discovering her past, Jewel must battle with connecting her two selves and defeat Zeus. And to make matters worse, she now knows of the betrayal of the one person she thought would always fight at her side, Anubis

With the final battle looming Jewel can’t risk anything getting in her way. Not even love, and definitely not the darkness hiding inside her. And the power growing within her will change her forever.

Can she become the leader they all need her to be, or will the world she loves become enslaved one again?

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Trish Beninato is a young adult author who writes fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal with a little romance and strong female leads that kick ass all on their own. She lives in Colorado currently, but who knows where she will end up next. Even she doesn’t know. She holds a master’s in Education with an emphasis in Reading Literacy, but instead writes the literature she once sought to teach. She is a wine and coffee enthusiast who over indulges way too much. A proud nerd to the core, you’ll find Star Wars and Marvel characters littering the shelves of her office; which she uses influence from as she writes her stories. Her debut novel, Acceptance: The Jewel Trilogy is described as X-men meets Percy Jackson.

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Broken Glass

Title: Broken Glass
Author: J.M. Sullivan
Genre: A/ Dark Fantasy / Fairy Tale Retelling
Cover Designer: Westerfield Creative
Publication Date: January 15th, 2019
Publisher: Bleeding Ink Publishing
 
Blurb:
The scariest thing about Wanderland isn’t death–it’s the momerath.
And now Dinah is one of them.
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Alice Carroll has spent the better part of her life avoiding Wanderland–and the momerath–at all costs. But now with her sister gone, Alice has only one place to go.
Back to Wanderland.
Armed with only her blade and a raging vendetta against the traitorous Red Queen, Alice storms the undead wasteland to find Dinah and atone for her mistakes. But with relentless momerath and a ruthless Queen encroaching, will Alice’s determination be enough? Or will she fall down a new rabbit hole searching for revenge?
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Teacher by day, award-winning author by night, J.M. Sullivan is a fairy tale fanatic who loves taking classic stories and turning them on their head. When she’s not buried in her laptop, you can find her watching scary movies with her husband, playing with her kids, or lost inside a good book. Although known to dabble in adulting, J.M. is a big kid at heart who still believes in true love, magic, and most of all, the power of coffee. If you would like to connect with J.M., you can find her on social media at @jmsullivanbooks– she’d love to hear from you.
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She killed another Joker today.
Excuse me.  I mean, ‘Guardsman.’
Ha.
That’s the real joke. The Red Queen cares about the Marked as much as a cat does a dirty litter box. She’ll use them if she must, but otherwise they’re disposable.
Except for me.
She watches me.
I don’t think she knows what to do with me. Not that I blame her. I don’t know what to do with myself. Sometimes I feel like everything is normal, and other times, well—then, at least, the voices tell me that everything is fine.
I don’t quite believe them.
It would be easier if the memories stopped. Of life before. It’s muddled, but there are fragments of purpose and joy, all tied to a quiet, blonde girl. She is strong, stronger than she knows—I know this because I know her better than myself.  And yet, I don’t remember her.
I am empty.
The memories are not mine—they belong to someone else. I am a traitor in this body, an unwelcome host. And yet, the longer I stay grey, the more this body calls to me. Like the other Marked.
We understand each other.
They tell me things. Secrets the Queen will never know. I can read them in their eyes. I can feel them in my bones. Words unspoken, but always heard. Whispers, desperate songs, pleading for salvation. And all the while, they watch me. Waiting. Haunted stares as she kills our brothers and sisters. Their pain is palpable, heavy in the air and on my shoulders while they call to me on an undiscovered frequency.
I hear them laughing.
I hear them crying.
I hear them . . .
I hear . . .
Them.
 

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