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Dragon Lore and Love

DRAGON LORE AND LOVE:

Isis and Osiris

by N.D. Jones

Genre: Paranormal Romance

A century ago, the Dragon Kingdom of Nebty was lost to dark-ness. Invaded by demon hordes hellbent on stealing two powerful scepters, the Demon King claimed the preternatural realm as his own. To survive, the dragons fled their beloved home and sought refuge in the human realm.

Having lived most of their lives in human form, Queen Isis and Rock Dragon Osiris, mere children during the Great Exodus, find themselves clinging to their culture and the ties that bind what’s left of Dragonkind. Safe and assured that they are free from the threat of demons, their love flourishes. Yet, on one horrific night, their lives are shattered by tragedy and betrayal. They learn that no realm is beyond the brutal reach of the Demon King.

Scores must be settled.

Love must be remembered.

And a lost nation must be reclaimed.

Life, death, and rebirth, Isis’s and Osiris’s future hinges on all three.

Kneeling by his hip, Isis’s front was perpendicular to Osiris. She laid one hand on his forehead and the other on the arm closest to her. Isis stretched her wings out over the length of his body and permitted the feathers to drape down and around him, a protective curtain of red-and-white.

Shoulder-length braids fell into her face, when Isis lowered her head. Opening her mouth, she blew sun dragon magic onto her mate’s deceased body. Out it came as rings of dragon claws, circling the body before linking together and drifting down to the white binds. The magic seeped through the linen cloth and into Osiris. Isis’s wings grew even more, curving inward until none of Osiris and the jars were outside of the heated border.

The wings flittered as Isis blew more rings of dragon claws onto the prone form. Through exhalations, she prayed for his soul.

Red smoke rose between them, and Isis blew even more magic onto Osiris. The linen burned with sun dragon magic, but not the kind of fire known to humans and this realm. It didn’t char the linen or the flesh underneath. What it did do was burn away the devastating vines of death, scorched the eroding blemishes of decay, and scalded the incapacitating legacy of pain.

Encapsulated in the mysticism and the touch of goddess Wadjet, Isis had no concept of time. All that existed, in the suspended animation between death and resurrection, was fire, hope, and love. A trinity of magical realism that blurred the lines between natural and supernatural.

Linen unraveled under Isis’s otherworldly power and cascaded to the mundane setting that was the grounds of Philae Manor.

The hand on Osiris’s arm balled into a fist, and Isis’s eyes flew to his face when she heard a soft exhale of breath. That couldn’t be right, although she was certain she’d heard something from him.

This wasn’t what she had in mind when she’d envisioned resurrecting her mate. She hadn’t meant it in a literal bodily sense, didn’t think that was even possible. A dragon’s soul existed in their heart. With Osiris’s organs in his body, as well as around him, Isis intended to draw the balance of his soul from his corpse and into the canopic jar with the three-headed dragon lid, while using her magic and wings to, metaphorically, hold Osiris together as a whole unit.

Once sealed within the safety of the canopic jar, she would temporarily transfer his soul to a willing dragon-host, through whom Osiris could speak. His brother Set or another member of the Clan of Ombos would be the best choice, but going that route would increase the probability of Makara finding out. Temporarily resurrecting Osiris’s soul to find his murderer wasn’t the same as bringing Makara’s son back to life. No matter how much they both may have wished it.

Yet, as she gazed at him, eyes closed, skin flawless, and body healed, she couldn’t stop herself from lowering her lips to his.

Tears slipped from eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed. For a hopeful, insane moment, Isis thought the goddesses had taken pity on her heart and returned her Osiris. They hadn’t. Her magic and prayers hadn’t even drawn the soul out of him. She couldn’t even manage that feat. Helpless, Isis had never felt so—

A gentle hand brushed away her tears. “Why are you crying?”

Isis’s eyes popped open. Dark-brown orbs she loved so much stared back at her. There was recognition, as he took her in, but not the love and intimacy she’d grown accustomed to having reflected at her.

Isis lowered her wings and scooted backward so Osiris could sit up. When he did, the last strips of linen fell away. Her hand twitched to reach for him and pull her mate into a desperate embrace. Instead, she remained silent as the confused Osiris took in his nude form, Isis’s dirt-covered body, and a retreating Nephthys.

“Did I get drunk and go streaking?” He glanced around, eyes moving from the empty grave, his headstone, and then to the piles of dirt. “What in the hell is this? Are you playing a Halloween trick or something, Isis?” Osiris jumped to his feet, heedless of his nudity. He pointed at his headstone. “That shit isn’t funny. I would’ve never thought you would play this kind of sick prank.”

Osiris glared at Isis, which she ignored as she rose to her full height and approached him. Recalling her wings and tail, Isis stalked toward her resurrected mate. When she reached him, he stopped fussing and lowered his eyes to hers.

As she’d done hundreds of times, Isis grabbed Osiris by the nape of his neck, pulled him down to her and kissed him.

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A desire to see more novels with positive, sexy, and three-dimensional African American characters as soul mates, friends, and lovers, inspired the author to take on the challenge of penning such romantic reads. She is the author of two paranormal romance series: Winged Warriors and Death and Destiny. N.D. likes to read historical and paranormal romance novels, as well as comics and manga.

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Frenzy

Title: Frenzy
Author: Casey L Bond
Genre: YA Paranormal
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Blurb:
After the world was ravaged by a viral apocalypse, Blackwater is one of the only colonies that remains. The survivors came together to create this safe haven. Nestled between a fierce river and a city’s flood wall, the well-being of its residents hangs on a long-established treaty with the night-walkers. Sounds simple enough, but lately, the people of Blackwater have been dying, and the humans believe the night-walkers are to blame.Porschia Grant starves for more than her parents’ affection. Forced to enter the rotation, she will be given extra food rations in exchange for becoming a vampire’s breakfast and dinner for a week. The rotation has an extra responsibility as well: leave the colony and enter the dangerous forest to hunt for food. A night-walker will protect the hunters from the infected that roam the woods. But with the treaty hanging in the balance and tension between the humans and vampires rising, anything could happen in the darkness.

What would you do if your only chance at survival might kill you?


Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.You can find more information about Bond’s books via the following links:



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The Curse

 

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Genre: YA Paranormal
Series: The Accalia, Book 2
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 To discover who she is, she must first believe
 
Genesis Berkley’s place in this world is more confusing now than ever. After struggling for months to bring her aunt’s murderer to justice, she feels lost in the turmoil that his death has solved nothing. To make matters worse, the love of her life has gone, leaving in shame. Disappointment sets in and Genesis must find her way back to herself. Only the acceptance of who she must become will set her free.
 
Liam Volkov is on the run. He has become the monster that Genesis fears they all are. The love and trust between them is broken. The only way to free himself from the agony of becoming someone he hates is to face the consequences of his actions. He must cleanse himself for redemption.
 
With the prophecy looming over them, they find themselves at a crossroad. Can they learn to accept their fate and find their way to one another or will their path lead to destruction?
 

 

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I heard the whistle of the metal when it was unsheathed from its case. The blade vibrated quickly from the slick movement. I felt the sharp point when the young man, his face hidden by the shadows, pressed it into my cheek. It sliced my face open with little pressure. It was well kept and sharp, So sharp it could easily cut through bone.
 
The blade was pressed against my neck, ready to slice it open and drain out every drop of my blood. I closed my eyes and tears spilled out. This was it. My life would end at their mercy to finally give me the death that I deserved. I thought of the night I first saw her. Genesis. My love. Seeing the terror on her face as she fled for her life broke my heart. I was glad I made the choice to step in and defend her then. It was no different with Thomas, and if dying at their hands meant she lived for eternity because of that one choice, then I served my purpose.
 
I remembered the way her lips felt the first time I had kissed her. I had taken away her heartache, if only for a moment. It was blissful. Her kiss was a sweet as hone. I would never get to kiss those gentle lips again. Every one of my choices were worth it to have had her love for the time I did. Every argument, every kiss, every stolen touch, all of it worth it. I would do it all again for her if it meant that she would live on.
 
I felt the sharp edge cut slowly into my skin. The blood trickled down my throat as the sharp point found the vain in my neck that it was looking for. I was ready. Death had finally found me.
 

 

 
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Since graduating high school in 2006, Heather was spent the last eleven years begin a dedicated mother and military spouse. In that time she nurtured a family of four children all while traveling the country following her husband’s career. She spent the last five years working towards her Bachelors of Arts in Psychology with a Minor in Sociology. She has done volunteer work with grief support organizations gaining experience with her field of study.
 
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Angel of Hope

Title: Angel of Hope
Author: L.L. Hunter 
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
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Blurb:Gabriel Daylesford thought he had escaped a fate worse than death after the battle with Lucifer and his demons.
He knew one day Samson would seek revenge for killing his father.
But until then, Gabe has to navigate the halls of Michael Academy and learn what it means to be Nephilim.
At least he has Eden and Asher for company.
When he starts receiving frightening visions, and a warning from his human grandmother to stop using his trait, he realises he is in more danger than he thought.
He has to decide who to trust if he wants to save the world from being overrun by demons once more.
And with the sudden appearance of two mysterious girls added to mix,
Gabriel knows this won’t be easy.
He always knew he was fated for something much bigger than himself. He just doesn’t know what that is yet.
Angel of Hope is the exciting first book in an all new spin off series set in the same universe as The Legend of the Archangel series and The Eden Chronicles.
L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. 

She has been writing since her teens – everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog – http://llhunter.blogspot.com.au.

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The Demon Deliverance

THE DEMON DELIVERANCE

Knights of Black Swan, Book 12

by Victoria Danann

Genre: Paranormal Romance
If you force a demon to agree to a deal under duress, you will live to regret it.

New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds a long-awaited book to the Knights of Black Swan saga featuring everybody’s favorite demon. 😈

Two and a half centuries ago Sixt had been a young witch with little control. In a fit of jealousy, she’d cursed the demon with an addiction spell. She thought better of it shortly thereafter, but couldn’t find him to take it back. She did something unforgivable, but now she wants forgiveness anyway.

Deliverance had been a slave to sex for so long he could barely remember life before. When he learned the compulsion that was a never ending itch was an addiction hex, he was elated because hexes can be withdrawn by the witch who casts them. But giddiness was cut short when he learned the price he’d have to pay to have the curse reversed.

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She was waiting in the hallway when the elevator doors opened and threw herself into his arms when he stepped off, making him take a stumbling step back and wish he’d come to see her even sooner.

As they stepped inside her penthouse, Hans looked at Deliverance with curiosity.

Sixt said, “This is my brother…”

“Harm.” He stuck his hand out.

Deliverance hesitated for a minute before deciding that he didn’t want to punish Sixt through her brother. He shook hands.

Sixt’s eyes had widened when her brother had announced his name was ‘Harm’. For obvious reasons, the principal credo of witches was keep a low profile. In answer to the claim that ‘nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition’, witches would say it’s always on their mind.

With his good looks and show-stopping smile, keeping a low profile was a challenge for Hans to begin with. But the addition of a name like ‘Harm’ was, well, curious.

“Harm? Really?” she asked.

He shrugged. “It’s a new age.”

She shook her head. “You’re wrong, brother. The outer trappings are new.” She waved her hand at the view out the window. “Skyscrapers, drones, internet, cars that drive themselves. Da. Da. Da. People are just the same.”

He flashed a blinding grin. “Good thing we aren’t people.”

Deliverance looked at Harm like he was an infectious viral bacteria rapidly multiplying. And he was definitely not interested in family reunions. “May I be excused?” he asked, words dripping with venom.

Sixt sighed and waved her hand. Deliverance disappeared.

“Am I interrupting something?” Harm looked at Sixt as if expecting an explanation.

“As a matter of fact, now is probably not the best time.”

Recognition lit up Harm’s face. “Hold. The. Newsflash. That’s not that demon you were pining for…” The way Sixt jerked her chin up and fixed him with a glare caused him to rethink finishing that sentence. “Okay, then. Your business.”

“That’s right. Just like I don’t meddle in your business. But for the record, I was never pining for the demon. I just had unfinished business with him.”

“Oh. Right.” His tone changed. “You worried about being hunted?”

“Always.”

“Why? Looks like you’re…” He looked around at the penthouse office. “Fortified.”

“And connected to judges, congressmen, even movie makers.”

“Movies?”

She canted her head. “Cultures are shaped by their stories. Right? You know this.” She motioned to walk with her toward the kitchen. “I like movies that make witches comical, like Bewitched, or sympathetic, like Nanny McFee.”

His lips twitched. “Not a Blair Witch fan?”

“Please. I had to pay those little fuckers three fortunes to say it was all a hoax.”

“So this is what it’s come to? Instead of using your talents to get what you want, you bribe kids with cameras?”

“Whatever works.”

He nodded. “Who am I to judge?”

She smiled. “As I remember, back in the day, you rained down some major judgment on witch persecution.”

He smiled. “I still keep track of their descendants and make sure there’re never more than one or two alive.”

“Sins of the great grandfathers sixteen times over? Maybe it’s time to let that go.”

He laughed. “Hmmm. Maybe. I’ll bet they spend their lives wondering why they can’t ‘catch a break’.” He made air quotes when he spoke the phrase ‘catch a break’. ”Maybe they don’t know why they’re being punished.” He shrugged. “But it’s entertaining for me.”

“So where’ve you been the past…” She stopped to try to remember the last time she’d heard from her brother. “Fifty years?”

He pursed his lips. “More or less, I guess. Last time I saw you was San Francisco. 1969.” He waved at the penthouse. “So you’re trying on empire. I read all about WC6.”

“Keeps me busy.”

“Distracted, you mean. It keeps you distracted. Not busy.”

“What’s the difference?”

Instead of answering, he said, “And you think you’ve insulated yourself with so much power that you’re safe from humans with torches and pitchforks?”

She sighed deeply, looked out the window for a time, then turned back. “Hide in plain sight. If somebody wants to hunt me, well, I have enough money to charter a shuttle to the moon if I want to. Enough to buy an army of mercenaries.”

He smiled. “Remember the healing potions. Our parents sold them for just enough to get by?”

She locked gazes with Harm. “Of course I remember.”

“Makes more sense to take their money and let them die.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that.”

“No? How would you put it?”

“The enterprises I control aren’t evil, Harm. They’re just successful. I help a lot of people who are good money managers enjoy their retirement.”

He laughed. “That’s what you tell yourself?”

“I just play the game…”

“That was set up by nut job, insecure little men whose insatiable desire for more money is a cry for help. Or mother’s milk. Usually hoarding syndrome.”

“Is there a point on the horizon? Have you spent the last fifty years meditating on the Tibetan Plateau? And now you think you’re a German warlock version of Yoda?”

He laughed. “Hardly. I’ve pretty much done the same as you. Just more quietly. If we pooled our resources, we could probably buy a country big enough to get a front row seat at the U.N.”

She raised an eyebrow. “No interest in politics. Other than the protection racquet they offer. Thanks just the same.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t care if you take advantage of humans. After everything they’ve done to us.” He trailed off then asked abruptly. “You have any friends?” She scowled. “Right. Same here.” He poured himself a bourbon remembering how their parents had instructed them to go their separate ways and not make friends with other witches. Separation was key to safety. “How about love? What’s with the ‘may I be excused’?”

“My business,” she reminded him.

He saw by the tortured look on her face that he’d hit a nerve dead center.

“Ah. The demon. What’s his name?”

“Deliverance,” she said quietly. “Why are you here, Hans?”

“Harm. Can’t you guess? I’m lonely. And it satisfies to the core to talk to somebody who knows who I really am.”

She nodded, walked over and sat down on the end of the sofa close to the big plush chair he plopped into. “It’s nice.”

“Maybe we should seek out others like us. Enlarge our social circle.”

She laughed. “It wouldn’t take much to enlarge a social circle that consists of two.”

“You mean three. Don’t forget about Deluvian.”

“Deliverance.” She sighed and looked at the fire. “Not a friend.”

“Ouch. Well, all the more reason to network. Come on. You’ve never thought about it? Casting a spell to find out what others are out there?”

“Maybe I don’t want to know if we’re the last.”

“Pish. That’s beneath you. And we’re not.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know.”

“Oh, well then,” she agreed sarcastically.

“He reached over and tapped her knee with two fingers. “Let’s find out for sure.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“We have to lower the personal guards so we can be found. Right now there might be somebody out there looking for you. Or me.”

Sixt gave Harm a snide smile when she saw a dreamy look cloud his eyes. “And there it is. You’ve devolved into a sappy romantic who thinks that love is just over the next hill.”

“Why does that make me a sappy romantic? Our parents loved each other.”

Sixt turned to face forward at that. It was true. Her parents had given every appearance of loving each other and their children. They were crazy idealists. Love family. Serve community. Harm none.

“They did.”

His face softened when he saw that Sixt was wearing the faraway dreamy look he knew he got when he thought about a mate. “So what’s wrong with that?”

Her eyes snapped to his as her attention slammed back to reality. “Clusters invite being burned at the stake. Or drowned by dunking.”

He waved around the room. “We’re not poor, powerless farmers, Sixt. They should stay awake at night worrying about what we could do to them. If we combined our resources, we could rain global economic woes down on the world. Like plagues of Biblical proportion. We can put people into power or yank them away from every good thing they’ve ever known. Now we’re the big bad, sis. Don’t you know that?”

She sighed. “Seems like our insecurities, and I’m not saying they aren’t justified, drove us in similar directions.”

“It was only logical to insulate ourselves with money and power. As far as the benefits we could have given the humans? Like our parents wanted to do? Their loss.”

She felt a wave of affection for her brother. It had been a while since she’d felt connected to anything other than work and Ashes. She smiled. “You hungry?”

He ran his hand over a divinely formed six pack that rippled under his salmon colored knit shirt. “I’m always hungry. You know that.”

She chuckled. “I figured some things never change.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned her look of affection. “Some things never do.”

“Let’s go out among the torch and pitchfork crowd. They’ve learned a thing or two about culinary arts since we were children in Germany. What do you feel like?”

“Manly food.”

“What is that?”

He looked scandalized. “You must know. Americans specialize in manly food. Burgers. French fries. Steak. Prime rib. Shall I go on?”

“No. I get the idea. I heard about a place where people go after work sometimes.”

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Victoria Danann is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty romances. For the past four years in a row, Victoria’s Knights of Black Swan series have won prestigious Reviewers’ Choice Awards for both BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR. This past year three of her series and three of her novels were nominated. Two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place in the PNR Novel of the Year category.
In addition to vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romance, scifi, fantasy, and contemporary romance.
Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at → http://www.romancecast.com

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Killian’s Romance

Title: Killian’s Solace
Author: Michelle Turner
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer:  Moonstruck Cover Design
Blurb:
When you’re a shifter you know two things for certain. One, you’ll change into a wolf. And two, you’ll find your true mate. Though he knows these things, Killian O’Brian has given up hope on the second thing happening for him. So, when his niece predicts his time has come he’s in complete disbelief.
Reeve Quinn has always had to hide her true self. So, when she gets offered a position in a small town run by wolf-shifters she thinks she’s found the perfect chance to stop hiding and just be her. Little does she know she’ll find a whole lot more than acceptance.
Can Killian handle Reeve’s true self?
Can Reeve handle being mated to a wolf?
Or will they both be consumed by the ominous threat looming over the pack?
***Killian’s Solace is a novella (approximately 25,000 words)***
***Bloom Daniel Series spin-off***
***Warning This Book Contains Graphic Language***
Michelle is a native Ohioan. She lives with her boyfriend, son, and eight spoiled rotten animals. When she isn’t spending time with her family you can find her with her nose stuck in a book or her head in the clouds as she dreams up new adventures for her characters.
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The man slowly turns his head, and bright emerald eyes lock with my own slate blue ones. I swallow hard before jerking my eyes away from his to focus on the patient. “What happened?”
The little boy on the exam table looks between the man and me. His brow is furrowed in confusion. When he realizes the man isn’t answering he takes it upon himself to do so. “I jumped off the swing.”
“A daredevil I see.” I force a smile on my face even though the man is still blocking my way. Reminding myself time is of the utmost importance I ask. “Umm, do you mind moving, so I can check out his arm?”
Before he can respond I hear the front door bell ding, muffled voices, and the sound of more foot fall heading my way. I twist my head to look behind me only to find the largest man I’ve ever seen.  He has to duck his head to walk into the room, he’s so tall. Somehow, I work up the courage to ask. “Can I help you?”
Around the giant man a small attractive brunette woman pushes through and answers for him. “That’s our son.”
“Then who is this?” I ask pointing at the man still on his knees.
“My brother.” The giant answers, and then as if taking in the strange scene for the first time asks. “What in the world are you doing on the ground?”
Oddly, instead of responding to his brother, still staring at me, the man on his knees says. “You smell like peppermint cocoa.”
“Oh hell.” The brunette woman says before giggling.
“About time.” The giant chuckles.
I ignore them both and ask. “What?”
The man slowly picks himself up off the floor, moves closer to me (not that we aren’t all already cramped in this small room), and states. “You smell like a Christmas drink.”
“Did you fall too?” I ask.
“What?” He asks in return.
“Did you fall and hit your head?” I elaborate my earlier question.
The woman and giant break out into hysterical laughter this time. What is wrong with these people?
“Of course, I haven’t.”
“Have you been drinking?” I ask, keeping with my line of questions. The parents of the boy start to laugh harder. I continue to ignore them.
 “Are you asking if I’m drunk?” The man questions me back.
 “Well, yes.”
“Alcohol has no impact on shifters.” I hear Megan holler from outside the room, having clearly been listening in to this train wreck.
“Really?” I ask the man.
“Really.” He responds, obviously getting agitated.
“Can they be diabetic?” I ask my next question.
“What the hell are you getting at?” The man asks, his bright green eyes flashing with agitation.
“You’re not making any sense, so I’m trying to assess the situation to make sure there’s nothing medically wrong with you.” I explain what I believe is obvious. Instead of responding the man starts emanating a low growl.
I turn my head to ask the giant. “Is this normal behavior from your brother?”
Wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, he responds, “Absolutely not.”
“Okay. Should I be concerned that he’s growling like that?” I have no experience around shifters, other than Doc, and not once in the all the years I’ve known him has he ever growled at me.
“He’s not going to harm you.” The giant answers, giving me some relief.
“He might bite her.” The woman gives as a contradicting answer.
Posted in Mystery, New, New Release, Paranormal, Paranormal Cozy Mystery

A Dungeon, A Vampire and an Infatuation

Title: A Dungeon, a Vampire and an Infatuation
Author: CC Dragon
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Cover Designer: Viola Estrella
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Blurb:
Who can have a personal life when an infatuated and possibly demon infested man is luring a dear friend to the dark side? Deanna has to try but she does have a team of angels on her side to help!
Problems with a creepy little church that belongs in the 1800s converge with an evil bar that keeps changing hands and names but the darkness never fades. The vamps need to go!
Mary Lou is out to prove her independence or is she rebelling when she plays with the bad boys? A crazy ex and a murder hit way too close to home and have the gang spinning in different directions.
Everyone is off their game and looking to establish their own alibis while chasing down all the bad guys and uncovering the murderer. Just another tale of Deanna Oscar and the gang out to fight evil and save the innocent people of New Orleans.
A loyal Chicago girl who loves deep dish pizza, the Cubs, and The Lake, CC Dragon is fascinated by the metaphysical and paranormal.  She loves creating characters, especially amateur sleuths who solve mysteries. A coffee and chocolate addict who loves fast cars, she’s still looking for a hero who likes to cook and clean…so she can write more!
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Pure Innocence

PURE INNOCENCE

The Extraordinary Life of Amy Winston, Book 1

by Liza O’Connor

Genre: Historical Regency Romance with Paranormal elements

For some, Amy is an angel incarnate; for others, she is the child of Satan. In her early years, Amy learns the skills of a soldier and discovers she can heal with the touch of her hand. Upon the death of her beloved Uncle John, he stays as a protective ghost to assist the soldiers in their vigilant efforts to keep her safe. Never has a girl arrived at Madam Cousec’s School for Young Ladies with more charm, more friends, or greater protection. She’ll need them all to survive the head girl and set her future in motion.

John sat down upon the ground, so he would look less threatening. “I mean you no harm.” He spoke in the soft voice he used to calm war-panicked horses. His words came slow, in gentle tones, letting them sink in through her fear.

She hugged her child harder and rocked faster, but she did not try to run away.

“I want to help you. I can see you are hurt and afraid. You are probably hungry as well. I can give you shelter and food, see your wounds are tended and provide clean clothes for the baby and you.”

Upon comprehending his words, she burst into a torrid of tears and sobs that shook her body so hard he feared she would trigger the collapse of the entire cliff.

“Please don’t cry,” he begged. “The ground you are upon is unstable. I need you to be very, very still until my man returns with the ropes, so that I may rescue you. Will you do that for me? Will you be very still?”

She stopped crying and stared at him. “Why do you want to help me?”

“Because you need my assistance. I can see you are all alone and desperately in need of help.”

“I am, but you will not help me—not once you have learned what I have done.”

“I know that you’ve had a child and were tossed from your home because you would not name the father.”

“I could not name him. There is no father. I have lain with no man. There was only a dream, a wonderful dream of a handsome prince on a white stallion. He declared me the most beautiful lady he had ever seen, and he kissed me and made my body burn with fire. Then I woke up from my shady spot on the banks and I was alone as always. It was the devil, you see. He came to me in my dreams.”

She began to rock again as she held her baby tight against her chest. “That is why you will not help me—because of the dream. I am the whore of Satan and this child is his spawn.”

He feared he’d soon lose her to madness.

“Amy, I don’t think that is true. You are too sweet to be the whore of Satan. Your child is too good-natured to be his seed.”

She looked up at him in shock and stopped rocking. “She is very good-natured and so very beautiful. But what other reason might there be?”

“Amy, I believe the man in your dreams was real. He must have come to you while you slept and lay with you while he distracted you with kisses and sweet words. Can you remember more about his features? For example, what was the color of his hair?”

“The color of yours,” she said. “When I first saw you, I thought you were the man in my dream and you had come to rescue me. But you are not him.”

“No, I am not. But I do want to rescue you.”

She studied him. “His face was smoother than yours and his eyes sparkled blue. And there was a tiny mole on the edge of his mouth.”

Her words stopped his heart. Dear God, she was describing his younger brother, Alexander. Yet, that was impossible. Alexander had died in battle eight months ago and before that, he had remained in London.

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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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Posted in Free, New Adult, Paranormal, Thriller

Crane

Title: Crane
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: NA Paranormal Thriller
Blurb:
The Horseman is unending,


his presence shan’t lessen.

If you break the curse,
you become the legend.

Washington Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane returns to Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be buried deep.

What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you?

Now, Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to channeling the darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and Ireland is the only one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse.

But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides?

Crane is the fifth full length novel written by award winning author Stacey Rourke. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, drooly dogs. Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. 

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The Accalia

 

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by H.L. Girton
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy
Series: The Accalia, Book One
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After traveling the country with her aunt, Genesis Berkley finally feels like she is home. Settling in Tillamook, Oregon, she begins a new life and everything seems to be going smoothly. That is, until she runs into a mysterious young man.
The feelings that he awakens are unsettling, and soon, her simple, peaceful world shatters. Lies and secrets are revealed, and danger lurks in every corner.
Now, Genesis must discover if she is strong enough to fulfill her destiny. Will she learn to accept the truth before it is too late?

 

Excerpt
“Please! I’m not the Accalia as you all believe. I cannot be her.” I looked around at them, their eyes locked onto me as I denied their silly prophecy. “I’m not a savior. I’m not the girl they describe in here. I don’t have the power or strength to stop whatever it is the Accalia’s meant to stop. I’m just me. I am just a normal girl who graduated high school a few weeks ago. I’m sorry, but I’m not who you think I am.”
 
 I was apologetic, but firm. I couldn’t be what they wanted me to be. I just wasn’t that girl. The only love I had ever knows was the love I had for Aunt Cammie, and until I met Madeline, I hadn’t loved a friend before. They expected me to be this all powerful, unconditional loving, Accalia, but I was nobody.
 
“You are the Accalia, Genesis, and you will come to realize the importance of it in time. You are also my daughter and both roles come with responsibilities and expectations.”
 

 

 
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About the Author
 
Heather Girton has been a creative writer since her childhood, writing creative stories and poems for the love of imagination and literacy. It started out as an outlet for personal struggles and a way to cope with them through fictional fantasy and turned into a passion and need to share her aspirations with the world. It wasn’t until 2013 that she decided to share her talent through fictional novels due to the encouragement from her family and friends.
 
Since graduating high school in 2006, Heather has spent the last eleven years being a dedicated mother and military spouse. In that time she nurtured a family of four children all while traveling the country following her husband’s career. She spent the last five years working towards her Bachelors of Arts in Psychology with a Minor in Sociology. She has done volunteer work with grief support organizations gaining experience with her field of study.
 
Currently Heather lives in Texas with her husband, children, support dog, and lazy cat. She is an avid reader and loves it as much as she adores writing. She spends her free time sharing her devotion for it with her children. When she isn’t reading, writing or focusing on her family, Heather has a personal admiration for photography. 

 

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