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Supernatural beings are willing to fight for their legal rights!

Since the Summer of Love, the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco has been known for attracting weird and unconventional souls, but things got even stranger when the monsters moved in. 

Magic has returned to the world and with it a host of supernatural creatures—not just vampires and ghosts, but sentient gargoyles, ghouls, sprites, faeries, and more. The frightened citizenry, holier-than-thou bigots, headline-seeking reporters, and harried police refer to them as OTs (Other-Than-Humans), but Thomas Brock and Evelyn Love believe even supernatural creatures have legal rights. 

Delve into their case files for a genre-bending mix of mystery, horror, suspense, thrills, courtroom drama, and romance. The city’s OT element is sometimes malevolent, sometimes misunderstood, and often discriminated against. Brock and Love represent them all, dead, undead, or alive—whatever the case, whatever the species. 

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Janet Wyndam-Smyth wore a dark green pin-stripe pencil skirt and an ecru silk blouse, the outfit designed to accentuate her thinness. Her suit jacket lay carefully draped across the top of a low bookshelf that held legal tomes and her awards for various civic accomplishments. Her bleached blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun that looked severe, and her makeup was precise, dark brown mascara, eyeshadow a new shade she’d just picked up: iron violet, lipstick peony blush. The jewelry was minimal and sterling silver, the necklace a lariat style with a small onyx fob. She strove to look professional and serious, polished, and girded for war.

She paced in front of her desk, working to keep her ire in check, and knowing she wasn’t wholly successful.

Janet detested Thomas Brock, and her stomach twisted irritably in his presence. Oh, he hadn’t been all that bad when he was alive—tolerable in those days. He’d been handsome then, a formidable opponent that she’d unfortunately lost to in court on a couple of occasions. Her stomach knotted tighter and she balled her hands into fists. She imagined that her knuckles were turning as white as Thomas Brock’s misty form.

She glanced at him, floating in and out of the client chair. Then she pivoted on the ball of her foot in military fashion, swung around behind her desk, and sat in her high-backed burgundy leather chair.

Janet made a show of looking through a file folder.

“Janet, I was hoping—”

She raised a manicured index finger to silence him and continued flipping papers. She wasn’t reading anything, having examined the documents already more times than necessary. She was just making him wait to show that she was in charge.

Thomas Brock’s ghost was no longer the man she crushed on in law school. He’d had the broad shoulders of a swimmer, amazing cornflower blue eyes, and rich earthy-brown hair. A little above six-feet-tall, he’d always dressed well, but not flashy, and though his nose was slightly crooked, the rest of his face was perfect angles and planes. He’d been on the university’s swim team and dive team, narrowly missing out on the Olympics. And after passing the bar exam he’d rebuked his father’s offer to join the prestigious Brock, Davis & Davis Law Firm to strike out on his own in an old building on the corner of Haight and Ashbury. Worse, he started championing the causes of OTs.

Brock, Davis & Davis had never taken up the defense of an OT, though they had gladly pursued cases against them, every once in a while doing it pro bono, especially if Thomas Brock was on the other side.

And then, more than a year ago, Thomas was brutally murdered by some demon-looking thing high on drugs. The OT-supportive attorney killed by an OT. Poetic. It briefly had made headlines. His death had almost been the end of the little practice on Haight. But Thomas returned as a ghost, and his perky assistant Evelyn Love managed to pass the bar and keep the office going—barely. Janet knew they struggled to pay rent and salaries, and always hovered a hair’s width above the red.

God, to think she’d actually been smitten with the man while he sucked oxygen! Now, he was nothing but a vile OT … and looked as much like his former self as a photocopy when the toner was getting low.

She closed the file folder and tapped her manicured nails against it.

Janet Wyndam-Smyth detested OTs because she loved working for Brock, Davis & Davis, and the senior partners detested OTs—for myriad and whatever reasons. The dislike had become ingrained in her soul, and though it sporadically left an unfortunate taste in her mouth, it suited her. She drew a sizeable salary and was close to making partner.

“I was hoping—” Thomas began again.

“—that you’d be speaking with your father about this matter,” Janet finished. She knew Thomas and his father hadn’t gotten along for several years, and that the schism had worsened since Thomas died and came back as a ghost. “Reginald Brock is tied up in important meetings today and does not have time for something as minor as this civil suit. Consider yourself fortunate that I managed to slip you in.”

“Thank you, Janet.”

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Publisher: ‎ Craig Martelle, Inc (September 20, 2021)
Publication date: ‎ September 20, 2021
Language: ‎ English
Genre: Paranormal Mystery Thriller
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Jean Rabe:

USA Today best-seller, Jean Rabe’s impressive writing career spans decades, starting as a newspaper reporter and bureau chief.
From there she went on to become the director of RPGA, a co-editor with Martin H. Greenberg for DAW books, and, most notably, Rabe is an award-winning author of more than forty science fiction/fantasy and murder mystery thrillers.
She writes mysteries and fantasies, because life is too short to be limited to one genre–and she does it with dogs tangled at her feet, because life is too short not to be covered in fur.
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Donald J. Bingle

Donald J. Bingle is the author of eight books and more than sixty shorter works in the horror, thriller, science fiction, mystery, fantasy, steampunk, romance, comedy, and memoir genres, including the Dick Thornby Thriller series (Net Impact; Wet Work; Flash Drive), Frame Shop, a murder mystery set in a suburban writers’ group, Forced Conversion, a near future scifi thriller, GREENSWORD, a darkly comedic eco-thriller and (with Jean Rabe) The Love-Haight Case Files, Books 1 & 2, a paranormal urban fantasy series about two lawyers who represent the legal rights of supernatural creatures in a magic-filled San Francisco. He also edited Familiar Spirits, an anthology of ghost stories. More on Don and his writing can be found at http://www.donaldjbingle.com. 

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Title: The Shade of Santa Fe
Author: Eva Pohler
Genre: Supernatural Mysteries
Cover Designer: Keri Knutson: Alchemy Covers and Design
Editor: Kathy Eccleston
Publication Date: Oct. 31st, 2021
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Blurb:

A haunting in Santa Fe will either reunite Ghost Healers, Inc. or disband the group forever.

When Ellen decides to buy a fixer-upper in an art community in Santa Fe, New Mexico, she’s reassured by the realtor that nothing evil has ever occurred there. What she doesn’t know is that the bridge near the back of the property is notoriously known in the town as Suicide Bridge. As she and her friends try to uncover why so many people have taken their lives there, they are shocked by what they find. Can the reunion of Ghost Healers, Inc. untether the troubling spirits near Ellen’s fixer-upper, or will their discoveries be too much for them this time?

Grab your copy to begin this ghostly adventure today! The books in this series can be read in any order.

Eva Pohler is a USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels in multiple genres, including mysteries, thrillers, and young adult paranormal romance based on Greek mythology. Her books have been described as “addictive” and “sure to thrill”–Kirkus Reviews.

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“Ready for our hike?” Tanya asked.

“Do pigs fly?” Sue said with a laugh.

“The sooner we do our hike, the sooner we can get on the road to Santa Fe,” Ellen pointed out. “Just think, in five hours, we could be shopping in the plaza.”

“Is that supposed to motivate me? That’s just what I’m looking forward to, more walking.”

“Oh, come on, Sue,” Tanya said. “This will be more of a stroll than a hike. I promise.”

Ellen and her friends put on their walking shoes and then took the trail beside their cabin into the canyon.

Ellen breathed in the cool, morning air. The beauty of the canyon elevated her mood. Some of the stone formations were thick and striated, while other rocks formed mounds of crushed granite. In the distance was a tall formation that reminded Ellen of the sphinx.

“Watch your step,” Tanya said from up front as she stepped over a large rock.

“This feels so good,” Ellen said from where she took up the rear. “I feel like we’re one with nature.”

“And nature is so majestic, isn’t it?” Tanya said. “Doesn’t that big rock look like the tower of a magical castle?”

“I thought it looked more like the sphinx,” Ellen said.

Sue shook her head. “You see a castle and Ellen sees a sphinx. What does it say about me that I see a penis?”

Tanya scoffed. “You know what it says about you.”

“Don’t tell Tom,” Sue warned. “He’ll say my mind is in the gutter.”

“Isn’t it?” Ellen asked.

“Yes, but there’s no need for Tom to know that.”

The three friends chuckled. Ellen realized that if someone had overheard Sue, they might think she was a promiscuous woman who hid her extramarital interests from her husband, but her friends knew she just liked to make people laugh.

Tanya asked, “You think there’s any truth to what that psychic said about there being a shade in Santa Fe? What if there is? What if he confronts us?”

“Oh, Tanya,” Sue said, “you know as well as we do that there are ghosts everywhere. I’m sure there’s more than one shade in Santa Fe.”

“But why would the psychic warn us?” Tanya wanted to know.

“If anyone can handle a confrontation with a ghost, it’s us,” Sue said. “Don’t let fear get in your way of having a good time.”

Ellen heard a shriek as Tanya stopped short.

“Tanya? What are you screaming about?” Ellen asked from the rear.

“That wasn’t me,” Tanya said, backing up. “It was that tarantula. See it?”

On the trail two feet in front of Tanya, a hairy tarantula stood on its hind legs shrieking like a small child. The spider was as big as Ellen’s hand.

“Turn back” Sue said, as she pushed Ellen in the direction from which they’d come. “I’ve had enough of nature for one day.”

“So much for not letting fear get in the way of having a good time,” Ellen teased.

“I can handle just about anything but a hairy spider,” Sue said. “Especially one that screams.”

Title: Alien Embrace: A Limited Edition Collection of Sci Fi Alien Romances
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance, Alien Romance
Publication Date: Aug. 17th, 2021
Cover Designer: Covers by Combs
Publisher: Dangerous Words Publishing
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Blurb:

Aliens move among us—warriors, soldiers, explorers, and more—testing fate and finding love with their true mates. And they’ll do whatever it takes to ensure their human mates remain forever caught in their Alien Embrace.

 

This hot new collection brings you all the best in science fiction alien romances from New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors.

 

Our heroes and heroines will satisfy your cravings for every kind of alien romance, whether you prefer slow-burn or fast, one hot hero or two…or more.

 

Get this steamy new collection of alien romances from the best, new, and up-and-coming voices in sci-fi romance.

Participating Authors:
 
Celia Kyle & Anne Hale

Milly Taiden & Ava Hunter

Honey Phillips

Margo Bond Collins

Ella Maven

Jade Waltz

Eva Priest

Lucee Joie

Luna Wren

Ava Ross

Luna Jade

L. P. Peace

Harpie Alexa

Belle Harper

Libby Campbell

Jessica Grayson

Sasha Caine

Cass Alex

Skyler Andra

Nova Celeste

Tia Didmon

Mia Harlan

Vivienne Hart

Dee J. Holmes

Debbie Hope

D. F. Jones

Danielle Kaheaku

Katrina S. Karter

Michelle Mcloughney

Alexis B. Osborne

Kat Parrish

Erin Raegan

Krystal Pena

C.L. Riley and Sapphire Stone

Jarica Riley

Tricia Schneider

Ruby Snow

Star Wing

Aria Winter

Sapphire Winters

Lexi Velvet

Title: A Spectacle of Souls
Author: Jessica Julien
Genre: NA Contemp. Fantasy/Supernatural
Cover Designer: Strong Image Editing
Publication Date: July 7th, 2020
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Blurb:
Caitlyn always thought she was just your average small-town waitress, but she’s anything but average. Suffering from frequent headaches and vivid daydreams, her oddities mask a secret hidden deep within her mind—one that could defeat even the cleverest of psychics.
When a mysterious circus arrives in town, Caitlyn is immediately drawn to it. While visiting the hypnotic show, she meets a seer who warns her of a gruesome future and urges her to stay away. But soon, Caitlyn finds herself ensnared in the show and the Ringmaster himself.
Recognizing Caitlyn’s powers for what they are, and believing they are the ones he has been searching for, the Ringmaster is determined to claim them as his own. Trapped within the circus and the Ringmaster’s devious grip, Caitlyn realizes that to escape the seer’s foretold fate, her only choice is to fight. Banding together with Bevier, an imprisoned psychic, Meg, an eccentric seamstress, and Daniel, a handsome magician, Caitlyn falls into the Psychic Realm to thwart the Ringmaster and stop the show before they succumb to his control and are trapped forever in his spectacle of souls.
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Born in the picturesque state of Washington, Jessica Julien is the marketing director of a boutique publishing company, a stay at home mom, wife, and wanderluster. When not drafting marketing plans or doing laundry, she spends her time writing young adult and new adult novels focused on the paranormal and supernatural inspired by her love of all things dark and twisty. With her vivacious imagination, witty personality, and ability to bring sarcasm to a new level Jessica creates unique worlds and characters that readers can’t help but hate to love and love to hate.
In her free time, Jessica can be found enjoying a cup of dark roasted coffee while snuggling under a blanket with a good book. When the weather is right she hops in the car with her husband, son, and dogs to road trip across the country where she delights in eating red vines, drinking iced lattes, and singing loudly in the passenger seat.
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Title: King of Blood
Series: The Masks of Under #4
Author: Kathryn Ann Kingsley
Genre: Dark Adult Fantasy Romance
Release Date: June 18, 2019
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
The blood of my friend is on Aon’s hands, a King who would do anything to protect me. He believes his actions are justified because of a prophecy by the Ancients predicting my undoing by the hands of a friend. 
 
I refuse to accept it. Nothing can justify what Aon did, what he took from me. 
 
But as one threat is buried, another arises. The other Kings and Queens of Under are waking up from their crypts, and a war among us is imminent. The need for revenge and power is driving immortals to the brink of madness.
 
While the other Kings and Queens of Under are blinded by their own selfish conquests, something big and more dangerous than anything we’ve ever faced is about to shake Under to its core. 
 
There’s one King who seems to hold the key to it all, the answers to our fate. A white-winged angel, a legion whose mind is made of a thousand souls with magic strong enough to hold the Ancients captive at the bottom of the pool. 
 
The King of Blood.
 
I just need to determine whether he’s an ally…or the worst enemy Under has ever seen.

Kat has always been a storyteller. With ten years in script-writing for performances on both the stage and for tourism, she has always been writing in one form or another. When she isn’t penning down fiction, she works as Creative Director for a company that designs and builds large-scale interactive adventure games. There, she is the lead concept designer, handling everything from game and set design, to audio and lighting, to illustration and script writing. Also on her list of skills are artistic direction, scenic painting and props, special effects, and electronics. A graduate of Boston University with a BFA in Theatre Design, she has a passion for unique, creative, and unconventional experiences. In her spare time, she builds animatronics and takes trapeze classes.
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Title: Title: Drained

Author: G.K. Curry
Genre: Supernatural Crime Thriller
Publication Date: May 15th, 2019

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Six gruesome murders.
Six crime scenes with no evidence.
And a killer who’s more than your typical monster.
When detectives Shaun Hawthorne and Danny Viviani are called to the scene of a homicide, they realize it’s the work of a serial killer. Just like the others, she’s been stabbed in the neck and drained of brain fluid.
To solve the case, they’ll have to peer into the mind of a murderer who is anything but human. As Shaun and Danny dive deeper into the mystery, they discover that there’s a darker side to the world. A side full of magic and monsters.
And now they’ve become the prey.
Can Shaun and Danny survive long enough to catch the killer, or will they become the next victims?

 

You’ll die over this paranormal crime mystery because of the non-stop action and the jaw dropping twists.

 

GK Curry is an actuary for health care benefits with his ASA. When he isn’t writing or working full-time, you can find him spending time with his wife, four daughters, and four pets.  He enjoys playing and coaching sports and watching crime dramas to spark his imagination. Drained is his first novel.
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Title: Tethered
Author: Carlyle Labuschagne
Genre: Supernatural Suspense
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Blurb:
A girl tethered to a serial killer by heart leads FBI to the undiscovered bodies of The Devil’s breath victims.
Tethered follows two sisters, Willow and Raine Viviers alongside two rogue FBI brothers on what seems like an impossible task to solving a dead end case. With no leads, and a corrupt government cover up, their time is running out to stop the spread of a Serial Killer Cult before another victim is claimed.
But they have a secret weapon…
Willow is a young adult who has just undergone a heart transplant who’s trauma has changed her, she’s gained a strange supernatural gift – she can see into the heart of the Devil’s Breath Killer. She not only feels the serial killer’s urges, knows his thoughts, but somehow gets visions through the eyes of his victims too.
These visions are chaotic, menacing and evil, and Willow can hardly make sense of her own reality without going insane. How will she decipher and hone in her special abilities in time to save a missing agent and stop another Devil’s Breath Killing.
 
Carlyle is a USA Today bestselling author from South Africa, who has won an award for her SF fantasy series the Broken Trilogy. This series broke ground not only in her country but in many where the genre of SF is concerned. Mixing African tales into worlds most of her readers describe as highly imaginative and unique. Her Dystopian Romance book, Dead of Night is a multi-award nominated tale set in a world where love is outlawed, described by readers as breathing new life into the genre.
Her goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another by delivering strong messages of faith, love and hope within each world she writes about. She loves creating villains you have a hate, love relationship with and always explores imperfection as a strength in her heroes and supporting characters.
“I love to swim, fight for the trees, and am a food lover who is driven by my passion for life. I dream that one day my stories will change the lives of countless teenagers and have them obsess over the world literacy can offer them instead of worrying about fitting in. Never sacrifice who you are, it’s in the dark times that the light comes to life.”
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Chapter 8
Willow was told that at some time during the night, she had sleepwalked her way out of her room and down a series of corridors, managing to slip into the service elevator undetected and find her way into the vast basement area a floor below the morgue. She’d traveled so far down underground that she’d been discovered in the maintenance section; the area where medical waste was stored until pickup.
Back in her room and safely in her hospital bed, Willow fought the tendrils of sleep as she sat surrounded by her sketches. Her hands and fingers moved of their own accord. Lines, curves, and soft edges blurred together to form an outline of the face that haunted her. She grabbed another piece of paper and started another sketch; her soul bleeding out onto the paper in shades of gray and black, soft and hard edges, smudged, defined curves and lines forming a heart surrounded by flowers captured inside a birdcage made of rib bones.
Nurse Benson entered with a tray of hot soup. “Willow? I thought you should eat before you sleep,” she said in her ever calming voice.
Willow half smiled back at her and pulled the blankets over the sketches as if ashamed of the secret she didn’t quite understand.
“I’m okay, thank you, Bertha.”
Willow and Nurse Benson had become good companions in the last three weeks. Bertha was an older lady, who had no children of her own. Her husband had passed almost four years ago. Taking care of Willow was her latest purpose in life. Even after her shift ended Bertha came to spend time with Willow every lunchtime, bringing homemade cookies and sometimes bread with her. Willow hadn’t the heart to tell her that her baking was awful. And Bertha’s friendship was a welcome reprieve from the boredom of the endless days in hospital.
“Why are you really here, Bertha? Willow asked as the nurse stood with an expression of someone keeping a secret they were looking to relieve themselves of.
“I’m that obvious, huh?”
She placed the soup on the eating tray and wheeled it over to Willow.
Willow smiled, and adjusted her position on the bed as the delicious smelling soup got wheeled her way.
“I feel awful that I didn’t notice you were gone last night,” Bertha said, unpacking a spoon wrapped in a napkin from her purse.
“It’s not your fault,” Willow took a deep smell of the soup and her stomach growled.
“My child, in your condition you could have died! I feel terrible. Your immune system…”
Willow interrupted her. “Bertha, if heart failure couldn’t take me out, what makes you think anything else could?” She grinned sheepishly as she dipped into her soup.
Bertha gave a tight smile.
“I’m not sure what happened,” Willow said between spoonfuls. The soup was as almost as delicious as it had smelled.
Bertha sat down on the edge of her bed. “It’s not the first time you’ve left your room like that,” she began.
Willow’s eyes narrowed on Nurse Benson, the spoon suspended midair. “You never said anything before. I don’t have a record of sleepwalking…?”
Nurse Benson took a napkin from her Mary Poppins like bag and tucked it in the collar of Willow’s gown.
“You need to slow your words, child. You know that accent of yours can be hard to understand.” She sat back with her hands in her lap.
She looked at Willow, “Don’t worry yourself about the sleepwalking, it will blow over. A heart transplant is a serious trauma to the body and mind child.”
She tipped her head to the side. “Stranger things have happened to heart recipients before.”
Willow arched her eyebrow in question.
“How about I bring you some articles about it?” Bertha offered.
“Ja, Sure.”
She took another spoonful of soup. Her big green eyes searching out the nurse’s. It wasn’t the best soup she’d tasted, but it was made with love, and that in itself made each spoonful feel like it was calming from the inside. Nurse Benson took her chart from the foot of the bed, noticing the shift-nurse had given her a mild sedative. She looked up and smiled at Willow.
They fell quiet as the sounds of the slow beeping machines coming from other rooms filled the space. Nurse Benson shifted uncomfortably on the bed, not sure if she should tell Willow that she was concerned about her symptoms after all. Instead, she decided to give the girl the rest she needed. The sooner she got out of the hospital the better for everyone involved in Willow’s transplant. As sad as it was to see her go, it was a case of moving on and forgetting.
Standing from the bed, she sighed and said, “You should get some rest,”
Adjusting the strap of her purse. “You need your sleep.”
She returned to clasping her hands before her, reminding Willow of a sweet old church lady, which she knew she wasn’t. She’d seen bertha throw enough tantrums, often swearing at the staff.
Willow watched after Bertha as she made for the door.
“I don’t want to sleep. What if it happens again?” she asked Bertha.
Dropping her eyes as she felt the shame of sounding like a frightened child; the last thing she wanted when her recovery was about finally becoming an abled adult.
Bertha stopped at the threshold and smiled warmly.
“Do you need me to stay?” she asked, almost as if she’d been expecting it.
“I won’t let you wander off again, child.”
Willow felt pathetic, she shrugged and answered shyly, “Ja, you can’t guard me all the time…”
“Oh. Yes. I. Sure. Can.” Bertha chucked her purse across the room where it landed perfectly on the sofa-chair.
Willow gave a soft chuckle, almost choking on the soup.
Nurse Benson walked over to Willow, hitting her on her back, “Easy child, breathe.”
Willow gasped, taking in a breath before the laughter erupted again. Nurse Benson removed the soup from her tray.
“Okay, I think your meds have taken effect.”
“This is me, happy, funny me.”
Bertha wiped her bangs from her face and smiled down at Willow. “If I’d ever had a daughter, I’d have liked her to be just like you.”
Willow closed her eyes for a moment, feeling a swell in her throat.
“We’d make an odd combo, you and me.”
“Why’s that?” Bertha stared at her through her lashes.
Willow fell back into her pillows. “Well, I don’t really eat baked goods, and you seem to bake, like, a lot. And well I just keep eating them because…” she blushed at her confession.
The medication had taken hold and her thoughts were suddenly outspoken and as if coming from someone else.
Nurse Benson stifled a laugh. “I wondered when you would actually say something.”
“You sabotaged my cookies intentionally then?” Willow’s tongue was starting to drag.
She blinked, trying to push away the fog creeping over her.
“Stay with me please?” she pleaded, her eyes finally drooping.
Bertha took her hand.
“I will. You don’t have to be scared.”
“Okay.” Willow’s eyes shut as the drowsiness took over.
“Oh, and please check in on Tyler in room…” she said, lids still closed.
“I know. You do not have to worry about him. I’ll let him know you’ll visit him soon.”
Willow tried to put up one last fight against the sleep, having this overwhelming feeling, as if she might never wake up the same again. First she had to say one more thing to Bertha, just in case she didn’t make it back to reality.
“Bertha,” was all she got out.
What she had wanted to tell her was, how scared she had been about what she’d seen and felt in that basement. But she’d slipped into sleep too soon with the ominous feeling pursuing her. Singed behind her lids was the non-distinct face that stood out in the shadows of that basement. A face that only she had seen – with it the overly encroaching feeling, like one she’d never experienced before. The haunting face was somehow part of her now.

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When broken is all you have left, can you ever become anything else?

I’m Knox Ambrose, better known as Assassin, the MMA Fighter.

Women fall at my feet, I love them hard, raw and unforgiving.

Shatter them and leave them to pick up the broken pieces of their soul.

I’m broken.

I could never be what they want me to be.

I pull them under to save myself.

I can’t save you.

Can you save me?

 

 

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ALEISHA MAREE

Aleisha Maree is a writer of contemporary romance with a dark erotic sexy side with a paranormal twist. Aleisha also writes an MC Series with MMA flair. She doesn’t let genre walls hold her back. Aleisha is from a small village called Wakefield in the South Island of New Zealand. She is a mum of 6 whom she loves more than breathing and she is married to the love of her life. Aleisha invites you into her mind full of stories and on the journeys, they will take you on.

 

 

 

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BLURB

Silas – half Wolf, half New Zealand Maori.

Makara – a White Dragon Princess.

She fills his thoughts, by day and by night.

He is her hope for the future.

Can this wolf capture the heart of his dragon and help bring peace to her kingdom?

Book 2 in The Midnight Crest Series

 

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ALEISHA MAREE

Aleisha Maree is a writer of contemporary romance with a dark erotic sexy side with a paranormal twist. Aleisha also writes an MC Series with MMA flair. She doesn’t let genre walls hold her back. Aleisha is from a small village called Wakefield in the South Island of New Zealand. She is a mum of 6 whom she loves more than breathing and she is married to the love of her life. Aleisha invites you into her mind full of stories and on the journeys, they will take you on.

 

 

 

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