

Title: Johara’s Choice
Author: Astrid V.J.
Genre: Fantasy Fairy Retelling
Publication Date: May 26th, 2023
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Locked in a tower with the fear of prophecy holding her parents back, Johara dreams of freedom. However, her time in confinement is spent well, researching the true state of her country. When she realises her father has ignored the importance of ancient ritual, Johara must find a way to break free and avert the gathering catastrophe at the risk of being stamped a heretic, or face the annihilation of her people and their way of life.
Haunted by the horrors of war, Erik has given up hope of ever finding anything truly worth fighting for. With the guilt of his past weighing him down, he’s unable to shake off what has been or move forward to a better future. When a twist of fate allows his path to cross Johara’s, everything changes and he begins to hope there might yet be a chance at happiness. But can he embrace life and the spitfire princess who never does as she’s told, running headlong into danger at every turn? Or will he let that, too, slip through his fingers.
Embark on a magical high-stakes adventure in this standalone retelling of Andersen’s classic fairytale, The Tinderbox.
Award-winning and USA Today Bestselling Author, Astrid V.J. was born in South Africa. She is a trained social anthropologist and certified transformational life coach. She currently resides in Sweden with her husband and their two children. In early childhood, she showed an interest in reading and languages—interests which her family encouraged. Astrid started writing her first novel at age 12 and now writes fantasy in a variety of genres, exploring her passion for cultures and languages. When she isn’t writing, Astrid likes to read, take walks in nature, play silly games with her children, do embroidery, and play music.
Astrid writes transformation fiction: incorporating transformation principles in novels, rather than writing another self-help book. She loves exploring the human capacity for transformation and potential to achieve success in the face of adversity. Astrid is interested in minority group questions, considerations on social standards of beauty and the negative consequences these have, and would like to make the fantasy genre accessible to people of non-white, non-Christian backgrounds. Astrid feels the fantasy genre has become too restrictive with limited representations of race, ethnicity and culture. She seeks to explore other paths on this writing journey, incorporating her background in anthropology and psychology to create engaging experiences, which also provide food for thought on the diverse topics she finds most important. These include: racism, minority rights, cultural diversity, culture change, intolerance, humanity’s environmental impact, the representation of people on the autism spectrum in among the general populace, the human capacity for transformation, and much more.
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Forgive Me
Untouchable Book 2
By Sienna Grant
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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯
Grumpy alpha
sweet heroine
love triangle
no cheating
addictive personality
It’s no lie that I’m a self-confessed ars*hole.
I used and abused, and most of the time I had no thought for who I upset.
At least not until I’d had an attack of conscience. I almost ruined my friendship with my best mate because of my jealousy.
Once I’d shared my deepest, darkest secrets with him, and laid it all bare, he helped me to find myself again.
That’s what real friends do.
Sometimes though, it wasn’t enough to tame the wild beast that resided inside of me.
Addictions had a way of festering. They chipped away at your willpower and made you weak…
Until her.
She showed me I deserved something better.
But could she stop me from falling back into the dark pits that once held me rigid, or was I really a lost cause.
When that same hunger had me scrambling back to the poker tables, would she have the power to save me from myself?
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲:
𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆:
About Sienna Grant
Sienna Grant is a British writer from the West Midlands in the UK, who decided to step into the world of writing and has since never looked back.
She started her journey with contemporary romance as she loves a happy ever after, but has since sampled different genres and has pushed every boundary she has set herself. From contemporary romance to suspense, teen and young adult but also stepping into the darker world of Mafia and women’s fiction.
When she’s not writing, she’s a wife and mother to three children.two of which are now grown up and starting their own lives.
Sienna loves to read most romance when she can, but always with a hint of realism.
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Title: Spelling Disaster
Author: Harper A. Brooks
Genre: NA Paranormal Academy
Cover Designer: Design by Definition Covers
Publication Date: May 25th, 2023
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Growing up as the daughter of a magical librarian, I’ve lived a thousand lives through books. When I’m supposed to follow family tradition and become a cleric on my twenty-first birthday, the ancient library where I live mysteriously burns down and I’m named the main suspect.
To keep me out of trouble, I’m sent away to the Andora Academy of Witchcraft.
Cliques thrive at my new school, so of course, I’m at the bottom of the social ladder. But I have a much bigger problem than school drama. Something sinister is lurking in the shadows, something that wants to use me and my family for its devious plot.
I’m not the only one who’s noticed, though. Theo, the popular witch I’m crushing on, knows too, and to my luck, he wants to help. Unfortunately, sifting through the academy’s secrets is proving to be just as hard as passing my classes.
Scratch that—harder, and much more dangerous.
The closer Theo and I get to answers, the more dark magic emerges. I may not have been able to save my home from the flames, but I refuse to let the academy, my family, and the truth all go up in smoke.
**Spelling Disaster is a NA Paranormal Academy standalone.**
Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even though classic authors have always filled her bookshelves, she finds her writing muse drawn to the dark, magical, and romantic. But when she isn’t creating entire worlds with sexy shifters or legendary love stories, you can find her either with a good cup of coffee in hand or at home snuggling with her furry, four-legged son, Sammy.
She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance.
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I don’t put up with cocky males normally and I certainly won’t put up with that man making noise at all hours of the day and night while he builds his glamp-ground. I offer advice, but the stubborn fool just turns his tractor on to drown me out. He returns the favor by pushing my buttons and making me so angry I can’t see straight. And I really want to be able to see his gorgeous body in those well-worn jeans and backward hat.
Amidst the verbal warfare, I discover he’s hiding scars from a recent accident. I also find out his light eyes heat up to a smoldering icy gray when I give as good as I get. Makes me want to see just how far I can push him and what he’ll do when he boils over.
Gannon’s been dealt a rough hand in life, and when I find a way under that gruff—and stupidly handsome—exterior, I find that maybe he’s not Grumpy the Bear as I nicknamed him, but instead just a teddy bear.
“Get that background check to me,” I snapped.
Paisley rolled those pretty eyes and dropped back down to her feet to step out of the trailer. “You either trust me or you don’t, cowboy,” she tossed over her shoulder.
I found myself watching her backside walk all the way back to her property, tearing up the ground like she commanded nature itself. When I realized what I was doing, I squeezed my eyes shut and turned around, reminding myself of my promise. Paisley was my new neighbor and now my daughter’s nanny. There would be absolutely no looking. Just working.
“Doom must have told her about the votes.”
Arden shook her head. “No, he didn’t mention votes.”
“He asked me to tell her.” Siren leaned against the counter. “There was a miscommunication that the brothers want me to straighten out.”
Widening her eyes, Arden pretended innocence. “Miscommunication?”
“They didn’t tell you about the votes you have to get before a woman can become a Last Rider.”
The two women broke into laughter. “That’s a big miscommunication.” Lola rolled her eyes. “Since when have any of the brothers been shy about explaining them?”
Siren gave Lola a harassed glare. “Are you going stop talking or not?”
Lola pretended to zip and lock her mouth.
Arden could tell Siren wasn’t buying her look of pretend innocence.
“Hon, I don’t know why you’re wanting to become a Last Rider, but if you’re just looking to get back at an ex, or wanting to spice up your love life, this isn’t the place. Why don’t you check out ladies’ night at Wily Goose Ale House on a Saturday night? The action isn’t bad there, and your coochie won’t take a couple of days to recover.”
“It took you two days?” Kat seemed impressed. “Hell, it took me a week to get the hang of it.”
Siren threw a bar rag at Kat. “Shut the fuck up.”
Kat grabbed the rag and started to get off her stool.
“What’re the rules?” Arden put an end to the budding fight she could see was about to take place from Kat’s furious expression.
Kat sat back down, and then both women’s arms went to the bar top to prop their face on their hands to watch.
Siren ignored them.
“You need six votes to become a member. It used to be from the original members, but since they’re all in Treepoint, Kentucky, in the other chapter, they let Wizard, Puck, Buck, Jesus, Doom, Moon, and Nickel give votes. You’ll have to catch a ride with one of the brothers to go to Kentucky for Moon’s and Nickel’s votes unless you manage to get them while they’re here. Nickel comes here about every couple of months, Moon just whenever he doesn’t think he’ll get caught. The mayor’s daughter wanted to be a Last Rider when Moon was the president here. Needless to say, he’s been dodging the law ever since.”
Arden filed that piece of information away as she continued to listen.
“I miss Moon,” Lola lamented.
“Anyway—” Siren gave Lola a threatening glare, “to earn the votes, you have sex with six of them any way you want, as long as they come. For example, Buck can watch Puck do you, and if Buck comes, you basically get a free vote.”
“They watch?” Arden could tell Kat and Lola were enjoying her embarrassment, while Siren was giving her a sympathetic glance.
“Depends. If you’re in this area, anyone coming into the bar can watch. Hon, none of us are shy. But if they take you to their room, the brother gets to choose if the door is to be left open or closed. Most of the brothers let you choose. Wizard doesn’t give a fuck who watches. The more, the merrier. That brings me to another point Doom wanted to make sure you’re made aware of.”
“How nice of him,” Arden grated out between clenched teeth.
Siren’s gaze became more sympathetic. “If the door is open, anyone can not only watch but join in if the brother gives them permission.”
Arden felt the bile beginning to churn in her stomach. “Are we talking about a threesome?”
“Or a foursome, or a fivesome…”
“Mercedes, where are you? Food’s here.” I headed for the hallway that led to the guest rooms, but both her bedroom and Willow’s was dark. I crossed the penthouse, heading to the other side past the great room, just in case she was in my bedroom for some reason. I poked my head into my room. Nobody.
But I heard the rushing sound of water.
Curiosity consumed me. Clearly Mercedes had darted off to take a shower—but why? And why in my shower?
The temptation of finding out was too great to ignore.
“Mercedes?” I approached the bathroom door, which was ajar. It opened far enough that I could see the huge walk-in shower at the other end of the bathroom.
And there she was. On display. Glass doors revealing every last curve that Mercedes had, her creamy skin and soaked blonde hair beckoning to me, framed like a statue I could look at but not touch.
I gritted my teeth. The reset hadn’t worked. I needed a reset for my reset.
Mercedes rinsed shampoo out of her hair, and once her eyes opened, she jumped. “Trace, my God!” She tried to cover herself with her hands, but there was too much body and not enough hands.
“I came back with the food and couldn’t find you.” I lingered in the doorway, unable to stop myself from drinking in the view. My fingers curled and I swallowed hard. “Why are you in here?”
“Do you have to watch?”
“You’re in my bathroom.”
She huffed and dipped her head underneath the water again. My eyes migrated to the soft swell of her belly, the tightly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. My appetite for Thai had been replaced with a different appetite altogether.
“Willow jammed a spoon down her throat while you were meeting the driver. She puked everywhere, but most of it got on me.” She ran her hands over the top of her head, squeezing out the last of the shampoo suds. “I knew she’d be safe in the playpen while I hopped in the shower. My clothes are gross—don’t even touch them.”
I couldn’t rip my eyes off her long enough to even see where her clothes were. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing else in this bathroom except her inside the shower.
“So why my bathroom? You just wanted another opportunity to remind me that you’re engaged?”
Her shoulders slumped as she turned the water off. “This bathroom was closer. I was panicking.”
I grabbed a new towel from the cupboard and walked toward the shower stall. She looked so wet and downtrodden, it was hard not to melt to butter in front of her. But I was nothing if not practiced at staying firm at all costs.
“I already brought a towel,” she said, the door still closed. She pressed her forehead against the glass.
“Just trying to help.” I moved the door slightly. When she stepped back, I slid it open all the way and held the towel open. I made no effort to hide the fact that I was gobbling up every square inch of her body. I was hard as fuck just from looking at her. I could already imagine what that damp skin would taste like against my tongue. The humid heat I’d find in the hollow of her neck. The dampness between her legs that had nothing to do with the shower she’d taken.
“Trace,” she whispered, holding my gaze like a warning.
“You’re engaged. I fucking know. Have you noticed yet that I don’t care?”
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“Johnny!” she screamed. “What are you doing?”
“Tahlia, you know this guy?” the chief snapped, his gun aimed at me.
“Tahlia, we’re getting out of here. Come with me,” I ordered.
“Don’t move,” he snapped at her.
“I…what’s going on here?” she asked me.
I could see the panic rising in her eyes. I had to get her out now, or it would be too late.
“They’re accusing you of stealing the body, but you and I both know you didn’t do it.”
“Who are you?” the chief shouted. Thank God his finger wasn’t on the trigger, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t shoot me.
“Tahlia, I know you’re innocent, and you’re going to have a hell of a time proving it behind bars.”
“How did you—” She shook her head in confusion.
“I bugged your apartment,” I said, being as honest as possible with her. “I know something’s going on with the body, but you’re not going to prove it behind bars.”
“You can’t prove it on the run, Tahlia,” the chief shouted.
“And who’s going to help you?” I snapped. “Him? He’s ready to take you in. He doesn’t even believe you.”
She looked between the two of us, clearly unsure of who to trust.
“If you run now, you’ll be hunted down, Tahlia. Don’t listen to him.”
“I would never let you get hurt,” I said calmly. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I need you to trust me. There’s more going on than a body being snatched. If you stay, you’ll be convicted because of an altered video. If you want answers, you only have one option, and that’s to come with me.”
“Don’t do it, Tahlia!”
She looked at the chief, but I could feel her shifting to my side. As much as she was scared, she needed answers, and the chief wasn’t about to provide them.
“It’s now or never, Tahlia. The police are on their way,” I snapped.