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Sunday, February 28, 2016

Zombies Games by Kristen Middleton

Zombie's are the rage. Seriously, with Walking Dead one of the most popular TV series today, everybody loves zombies. Heck, since the remake of Dawn of the Dead I've been addicted. Here's a zombie book series zombie lovers need to check out!
Zombie Games by Kristen Middleton

Zombie Games series Book 1  


Seventeen-year-old Cassandra Wild thought that living in the chaos
of her mother's home daycare and dealing with new feelings for Bryce, her martial arts instructor, was a struggle until her world turned upside down. When an untested vaccine kills more than just a rampant flu virus, Cassie learns how to survive in a world where the dead walk and the living... run! 

This YA story is a lighthearted adventure filled with zombies, butt-kicking teenaged girls, a man obsessed with video games, an annoying but totally HOT karate instructor, and humor when needed. 

This is a young adult fictional story that includes some language, violence, and mild sexual situations. Recommended for ages sixteen and up. 

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Running Wild
Zombie Games series Book 2


Cassandra Wild is on the run from a deranged psychopath while she fights to stay alive during the zombie apocalypse. After being kidnapped, injured, and thrown together with a new band of misfits, things get more complicated, and it takes all of her strength and courage to survive in a world gone completely mad.


Dead Endz
Zombie Games series Book 3


In a world of blood, sweat, and tears, dreams are crushed but hope still flickers in the hearts of our brave survivors. 

It's been a wild ride but our heroes have finally made it to Atlanta, where the chaos continues and they find that zombies aren't the only dangers lurking in the big city. 

The game continues with new players, several dangerous adversaries, and more than one princess that now needs saving... 


Road Kill
Zombie Games series Book 4


The road back home proves to be far more dangerous and terrifying than ever. Join Cassie and Company as they face evils that are beyond anything they could have ever imagined and enemies that are virtually... unstoppable. 


End Zone
Zombie Games series Book 5


As a cold darkness settles upon the world, our heroes search frantically for their friends and family. Meanwhile, two evils come together and try to destroy the child they believe to be the true "Chosen One". Will they succeed and annihilate all of mankind.

The Vampires Next Door is here!

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Introverted bookworm Alison was forced to move to St. Augustine, Florida when her parents divorced. Leaving her comfortable life, she struggles to find a new one. In the blistering Florida heat, she stays indoors reading and spying on Rodham - the hot guy across the hall.

Everything changes when loud, mysterious neighbors move in next door to Alison. Mutual interest and a glowing amulet bring Rodham and Alison together. In a blink she’s fighting supernatural creatures, doing whatever it takes to stay alive, and becoming part of something much bigger than she could have dreamed.

The paperback will be available soon. When the proof has been approved you will see it added here.

Meet the characters.

J.C. Boyd Strong Armed Book Release


Balvoc had always earned his bread with blood on his hands. But when he is forced to protect an amoral merchant to keep his wife safe, he must decide whether his wife's life is worth the havoc caused by Sin-sim's greed.


J.C. lives in the Midwest with his wife and two dogs. He recently earned his MA in English Literature and is working on his debut novel for his own fantasy world. Despite growing up with Dungeons & Dragons, Lord of the Rings, and a collection of both Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms novels, J.C. has an abiding love of classics and spends his free time reading anything he can get his hands on.

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When did you start writing?

As I recall, my brother suggested we write stories one lazy, summer afternoon. I thought the idea was ludicrous, but being the younger, I followed his lead. The memory still lurks in the back of my mind as one of the best. Over the years, Joshua has continued to push me to write, so it is only fitting that my first published work, Anaerfell, was co-authored with him.

That lazy summer afternoon was in about 4th grade. I started writing my first novel, a horror story which featured kids from my class. Unsurprisingly, I did not finish. A similar attempt with a fantasy novel in junior high brought similar results. Not until my fourth attempt at writing did I finish my first novel, completing it my senior year of high school. The final product still makes me cringe, but elements, themes, and even characters from that book still creep into what I write now.

What motivates you to write?

After I had first put my highly illegible pencil to paper, I never really put it down again. While my brother certainly pushed me, he knows as well as I do that I don’t do anything I really don’t want to and his task would have been fruitless if I didn’t find something engaging in the task.

In the end, what motivates me to write is, well, everything about the process. I love putting down the first words as much as I do the last. I cannot help but getting swept away in the imaginary world I
create with the characters I craft to face that world. I enjoy tropes as much as I enjoy turning tropes on their heads—one of my first pieces in the fantasy genre featured an evil Gandalf character, seeking to betray those he was meant to help.

However, the ideas and characters only inspire me as much as the words themselves. In fact, my family still pokes fun at me about reading the dictionary during my high school years. While I, like many of my contemporaries, list Tolkien as a major influence, I like to think I do so from the evidence of his philological background within his works rather than his epithet as the Father of Modern Fantasy.

What genre do you write in and what made you choose this particular genre?

While much of my reading has been in Epic Fantasy, High Fantasy, and Sword and Sorcery, I tend to lean (quite heavily) toward Dark Fantasy. I don’t know that I really chose Dark Fantasy. I simply realize that this is the genre in which I write. Because I like to play with certain tropes, I tend to lose traditional aspects that make me a writer of other subgenres. As I mentioned earlier, it is not so much that I dislike these tropes, but I cannot always reconcile myself to them within my stories. I have a desire to have exceptionally flawed individuals and, coupled with my rather morose outlook on life, they generally fail or step on others to achieve their goals. Real heroes are both rare and special. I simply haven’t found one in anything I write.

What is your goal in writing? Do you have dreams where your writing should take you?

I want to write stories I can stand behind with which people can identify. But I want my readers to have to think. I want more than simply a good book. I have read plenty of good books, at the end of which I can exclaim, “Thumping good read!” I then put down the book and never open it again. I don’t want to be in that stack. I want my readers to finish my story and immediately hand it to a friend (or stranger) and say, “Read this and then come talk to me. I need to discuss it with someone.”

Ambitious, I know.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if yes, how do you deal with it?

I would like to say that I don’t, but it just wouldn’t be true. I have simply figured out an effective way of dealing with it for myself. When I encounter writer’s block, I usually end up pacing. I walk back and forth in my house and talk to myself. A lot. Usually I talk through the plot, themes, character motivations. And my workout ends with me spouting dialogue back and forth to myself. I have found that the most people deal with their problems by talking and if I let my characters talk to each other, I usually figure out what had me stumped to begin with.

What advice would you like to give new, hopeful authors?

Start over. I have seen too many authors carrying the same novel around in their back pocket’s for years, trying to get it published without luck. They edit the piece over and over again, but can’t get it accepted. I am sure there are plenty of people who would like you to stick with your tattered manuscript, but throwing it out and starting over is usually best. If you are married to the story, read a chapter and re-write from memory. Don’t keep editing. You are a better writer at the end of your novel than you were at the beginning, but editing can only do so much.

Please, tell us about your work.

My first published work is Anaerfell, co-authored with Joshua Roberston, in the Thrice-Nine Legends setting. Strong Armed will be released on 08 March 2016 in the same setting. Meanwhile, Joshua and I are working on another co-authored novel, which will take place in a setting of my own creation.

Thank you for being my guest. It was such a pleasure to have you here!!

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Project Mayhem by K.A. Angliss Book Review

A brilliant book with vibrant characters!

My Review:
It has taken me a while to get through this book but not because of the book. There are a handful of typos but very minor. The reason it took me so long was every time I sat down to read somebody would call or I had a work dilemma. I will definitely be reading this again. Even with the interruptions to my reading each time I went back to the book I fell right into it. The characters are vibrant and memorable and the concept is unique.

I enjoyed how all the characters through the course of the story fell into the plot together. And how the author painted a world both like and unlike the world we live in today. Genetic experiments, people with incredible gifts who the government sends to”clinics”. It was full of intrigue. The type of book I enjoy reading straight through without interruption. I’ll be reading again!

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Salvation by USA Today Best Selling Author Dale Mayer

Dale's latest release coming February 29th! Part one of this series, Salvation, Biker Blues Book 1 was part of the Sexy Bastards Anthology. Now you can get all three in the series!


An abused wife meets the most unlikeliest of angels - a man who looks like the very devil himself. 
He won't let her give up. 
Nor will he let her go. 

Will he be yet another captor or will he become her salvation?

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Salvation Book 1
Salvation Book 2
Salvation Book 3

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Speaking Emotions by Terra James Book Review

This book is so powerful I'm not sure my review gives it justice, It's one of those books that is so amazing it needs to be read over and over.

My review:

Speaking Emotions is a powerful book. It’s about the author and her daughter’s journey with autism. I have worked with autistic children in my career as a teacher and empathize wholeheartedly. These children communicate with the world differently whether verbal or nonverbal. Their world is different than everyone else’s.

The book is written as a journal with entries and poems for each day. The naked emotion is riveting and sucked me in. It’s a short book and I read it a couple times because it was so compelling. I felt like I was living in her world. Excellent! Loved it!

The proceeds of this amazing book go to Terra's daughter to help with expenses. 

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Friday, February 19, 2016

Witches of Bayport Enchanted Secrets Free!

Not only is book 3 in the Witches of Bayport series available for preorder but book 1 in the series Enchanted Secrets is free February 19 and 20!

Let's take a quick look at the series.

Witches of Bayport Book 1 
Enchanted Secrets - FREE right now!


A modern day tale of romance, mystery, and witches. 

When shy, eighteen-year-old Kendra meets the new guy at school, Tyler, she can't help but be drawn to his irresistible charms. Later, she agrees to visit his family's new shop, Secrets, and is drawn into a world that takes her breath away. Unfortunately, where magic reigns, so does danger, and she is forced into an adventure that leaves her racing against the clock to stop an evil curse. 

Enchanted Objects Book 2


The clock ticks once again... 

Kendra goes in search of a legendary wand in Salem. Meanwhile, her long, lost cousin, Willow, tries to stop another family curse, by enlisting the help of a dark witch. A woman on her own agenda...

Enchanted Spells Book 3
(Special pre-order price of $2.99. Will raise to $3.99 after release

Now that Kala possesses the Black magic wand, Penelope, she must learn how to control the enchanted object. Unfortunately, this proves to be difficult and the young witch soon finds herself surrendering to the wand’s dark influences. 

Meanwhile, Vivian finds a way out of the magical globe and begins plotting her revenge. 

Find out more about the series and Kristen's other books here.
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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Dane by USA Today Best Selling Author Dale Mayer

Book 3 in the exciting, hot, Seals of Honor series. 
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He's one of the smartest, the best ... and the baddest.

Since Dane achieved his lifelong dream of becoming a Navy Seal, his life has been packed with action ... but now he wants more. Especially after seeing several of his friends find something – someone – special.

On a mission hunting a chemical weapons terrorist, Dane runs into a captivating woman, and everything about her touches his deepest needs. But the circumstances are suspicious, and he can’t determine whose side she’s on.

Marielle came to Germany for a short busman’s holiday, only to end up running away from the very man she came to see, and into the arms of a man she knows she’ll never be able to keep.

As their situation slides from bad to worse to desperate, their lives are on the line. And so are their hearts.


So why had she come?
Finally she admitted the answer. Curiosity.
He wanted to know what she was doing and how it related to his work. And likely how it might be of interest to his employers. She knew he was teaching here in Germany as well as doing cutting edge research on similar types of chemicals. But he worked in weapons research. And that was something she couldn’t handle herself. But she felt compelled to find out what he was doing and for whom. Had he changed so much that he’d create weapons to be used against his country?
She wanted to know but at the same time, she didn’t. What would she do if she found out something unnerving? Unless it was to warn her own country that this type of thing was further advanced than anyone thought it was.
Not that anyone would listen.
Still, if the opportunity presented itself, she’d find out what Michaels wanted – and what he was up to – if she could.
As she turned around to head back into the garden, unable to forget what was going on beside her, the phone rang. There he was. She smiled. “Hi, Professor. Where are you?”
“I’m coming over,” Professor Michaels said. “You up and awake?”
“I’m both.” She glanced out the window for the dozenth time to stare at the house beside her. “When?”
“I’m here already,” he said. “I’m outside and walking toward the front door.”
The house was huge, so it took a moment to reach the front window and look out. He was indeed coming her way – and he’d been coming from the direction of the house beside her.
The house where the intruder had jumped over the wall into the back yard.
Odd. Then maybe he’d come from the house on the far side. But at least now she could tell him what she’d seen, if he didn’t already know. As she watched him sneak a look behind him and quicken his pace, she wondered just what the hell was going on.
She opened the front door for him.
His face lit up. “Marielle,” he called out. “How good to see you.”
He rushed inside and closed the door. “How are you?”
All the right words were coming out but the tone was off. Too forced. Too fast. Too jovial. And his eyes swelled as if searching the room around her.
“I’m fine,” she said, studying him careful. “What’s going on?”
His feigned surprise finished setting off her bullshit meter. “Nothing at all.” He motioned at the house next door. “There just appeared to be some odd goings on over there.”
“I thought that was your house,” she said, quietly walking back to the kitchen to retrieve her coffee cup.
“No, not at all. I’m several houses over,” he said glibly. Too smooth. And that information didn’t jibe with the information she knew already. In fact, it was just different enough, she wondered why he was lying.

What the hell was going on?

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Cover Reveal The Vampires Next Door

The cover is finished, look for the release March 5.
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St. Augustine, 1823

Cara shivered, the stone cold floor beneath her. Shrieks sliced through the air above her, echoing through the stone walls. A moldy stench, thick in the surrounding air, drifted up her nostrils. The temperature dropped several degrees as a breeze touched her head. She dared to open her eyes and stare into the darkness surrounding her, peeling one eye open and then the next.
“Cara,” sounded a soft voice, almost a whisper. A warm touch caressed her hand, a shadowy figure flashed before her eyes. “You need to leave.” The soothing voice didn’t elicit fear but warmth and love. Her eyes searched for whom it belonged to. A breeze brushed against her and the voice whispered in her ear. "You need to go. I can lead you.”
She tilted her head and gazed upon a transparent woman, no more than twenty. Her flaxen hair fell across her shoulders, circling her heart-shaped face. “Who are you?” Cara stammered.
“I’m Alda, once like you. They’ve been here for centuries, before the pirates, before the first settlement. The true first inhabitants of this continent.”
“Who are they?”
“They are Bloodseekers. Come now!” The urgency in her voice resounded inside Cara. She jumped to her feet and followed the apparition. Alda’s white bodice hugged her torso, the black hem grazing the stone floor.
Light from candles illuminated the darkness as they wound through a narrow passageway, as one candle lit ahead of them, the one behind went dark. The brightness of each light cast a glow on the shadow beside it, lighting the faces of each ghost. One apparition after another, men and women, blood drenching their shirts and bodices from the fang marks in their necks. The chilly air sent waves of shivers spiraling through Cara’s body. She lifted her arm to touch a girl, no more than twelve, but her hand went through the child’s face.
They came upon a fork in the passage, Alda motioned for her to stop. Quickening footsteps sounded from the right. “Plaster yourself against the wall, into the shadows. They see heat, our lack of it will protect you.”
Cara did as asked. Not questioning Alda. She knew the footsteps belonged to a Bloodseeker. One had come into her home and killed her family, draining them of every drop of blood. She tried to escape, to run, but he was too quick. His dark eyes bored into hers. And a voice inside her head commanded her to stop. Her body froze in place. She tried to move but his mind controlled the core of her brain and she collapsed, waking up on the stone floor.
Her back against the wall, the shadowy apparitions swarmed around her, blanketing her in darkness, shielding her from the Bloodseeker. His footsteps halted at the fork, as if deliberating which direction to go. He turned and followed the corridor leading to the room she’d left, he halted. His black eyes glowed through the shadows surrounding her. She closed her eyes tight, to avoid his mind commands and held her breath. Cara stayed as motionless as possible, controlling the tremors threatening to shake her body.
Her sense of hearing heightened with her eyes squeezed shut, she heard his footsteps walk away from her and continue through the corridor. She popped her eyes open and watched his form through the corner of her eye. When he disappeared around the corner, Alda motioned for her to follow. He’d know she wasn’t there. He’d look for her. The apparitions parted as Cara moved away from the wall.
Alda floated up the stairwell as Cara followed with gentle footsteps, careful not to draw his attention. A wooden door appeared before Cara as she reached the top of the stairs. Alda motioned for her to open it, the hinges creaking as she pushed it open.
Moonlight from the crescent moon streamed through the parted heavy curtains, bathing the room in enough light that Cara could see. Dozens of ghosts swarmed the room. Now, able to see them clearly, she gasped. Their skin tones and origins varied - black, white, and varying shades of brown. None older than her. Their styles of dress told her many lived centuries before her. A young black ghost hovered in front of her, clothed in a thick graying dress. Her gentle brown eyes sent a burst of warmth through Cara’s quaking, goose-pimpled body.
Alda soared towards a bookshelf and pointed to a nondescript brown leather book. “Pull it.”
Cara hurried towards the shelf and lifted the book, the shelf easing back to reveal another room.
“Take the book inside the room. The door will close behind you.”
Cara didn’t argue. Thundering sets of footsteps pounded the floor behind her, only moments from catching her she dived into the room. The book case closed, leaving behind all the ghosts except Alda. A Bloodseeker rushed towards it, catching it with his hand. He forced the heavy door open. Cara scooted away from his grasp.
A bright red light flickered from the corner of the dark room. “Grab the light!” Alda yelled. Cara scurried towards it, dropping the book as she reached for it. She held it firmly in her hand and tugged, but the object was caught on something she couldn’t see in the dark.
The Bloodseeker dived for her, catching her other arm in his firm grasp. A blast of white light diffused through the room from the object Cara clutched in her hand. He pulled her towards him. She tightened her grasp as the object and the nail it was stuck on slackened from the wall. The Bloodseeker, too late to stop her, screamed in agony as the light blasted him against the door, his body engulfed in flames.
The light enveloped Cara, pushing its way through her body. She burst into fire, the flames licking the walls, then eddying into nothingness. Her ginger hair now crimson red, her amber eyes shining as garnets in the darkness. Beneath her skin, muscles exploded to the surface.
“What’s happening?”
A smile widened on Alda’s face. “You’re the one. We’ve waited for you.”
“What do you mean and how come I can see you and they can’t?”
“You are a Slayer, that’s why you see us. As long as you wear the amulet you will be indestructible and invisible to the Bloodseekers. They won’t be able to harm you. Your job is to find others like yourself and slay every last Bloodseeker. Don’t ever take it off and keep it protected beneath your clothes. Should it fall into their hands they will use it against you. You see us because you are special. All the answers are in the book. Take it, place the amulet around your neck and leave now!”
Cara leaned over and grabbed the book. She then pulled the glowing amulet over her head. “What about you and the others?”
“You have freed us. We are forever grateful but you must leave.”
Cara hurried towards the door, stepping on the Bloodseeker’s ashes. The door opened for her and she ran through the house, ghosts guiding her way. She dodged the Bloodseekers, their dark glowing eyes searching, fangs sharp as daggers protruding from their upper gums. Their blood covered mouths saturated the air with scent of iron. Claw-like fingers sliced through the air, scratching her clothes as she sprinted past them, hurdling tables and furniture with skill and agility unknown to her.
Finally reaching the front entrance, she twisted the golden knob on the large, chunky door and ran into the morning’s first light. Dawn. The sun rising just above the horizon. She stepped onto the porch, Bloodseekers on her trail. Stumbling down the steps, she landed face first in the dirt. Scrambling she lifted herself upright and quickly turned towards the house.
A tall, thin Bloodseeker hissed, shielding his face as he sank into the house, flames licking his hands. The sun’s light rose bigger and brighter in the sky, immersing the house in radiance. The ground shook. She sprinted.
Reaching the relative safety of the tree line, she turned in time to watch the ground part around the house, swallowing it. Thousands of lights glowed as the ghosts swirled into the atmosphere, rising high into the sky as they disappeared. Screams reverberated in the air surrounding her as the Bloodseekers were burned and buried.
She cupped her ears and knelt, curling her head towards her knees to muffle their death screeches. Unable to stifle the noise, tears rose to her eyes from the pain in her throbbing ears. As soon as the screeching began, it stopped, and the earth filled in above the house. The ground appeared undisturbed. The sun shone high in the sky, erasing the dreadful night.
Cara lifted the amulet hanging against her chest, a large red stone set in the center surrounded by, and hanging on, a silver chain. She clutched it, the book tucked beneath her arm, and marched down the road. Not a soul peered outside their windows or took notice of the event.

The house was wiped from existence and erased from St. Augustine’s inhabitants’ minds. Cara’s secret.

copyright and intellectual property of Lisa Klaes 2016

Saturday, February 13, 2016

The Call to Search Everywhere by Chess Desalls

The Call to Search Everywhen blog tour and launch party!
We're celebrating the release of Time for the Lost and the box set of the YA time travel series, The Call to Search Everywhen, with a blog tour and a Facebook party! Join the party for bookish games and giveaways. Keep reading for an except from the latest book in the series, Time for the Lost.3D BOX Vertical The Call to Search Everywhen
Read Calla and Valcas' full story in this collection of the first three books in The Call to Search Everywhen! More than 600 pages of YA time travel adventure inside the following full-length novels: In TRAVEL GLASSES, Calla Winston falls into a world of worlds after meeting Valcas, a time traveler who traverses time and space with a pair of altered sunglasses. He offers his further protection in exchange for a promise. After learning that his search for her was no mere coincidence, she tracks down the inventor of the Travel Glasses in hopes of discovering more about Valcas' past and motivations. With Valcas hot on her trail, Calla hopes to find what she's looking for before he catches up. In INSIGHT KINDLING, Calla faces charges against her for changing the past. Despite the risk of becoming lost, she accepts a dangerous travel mission that may help her find her father. She teams up with a group of talented travelers and discovers that she has a special travel talent of her own. But will that be enough to protect her and her teammates before they complete their mission? TIME FOR THE LOST completes the story line of the first three books in the series. The travel team reunites for a mission they never saw coming: a journey to a world caught between life and death, and hidden within the deepest recesses of time. Ivory rediscovers a friend and Ray learns the meaning behind his tattoo. But the connections they make between travelers and the lost may twist the core of the Time and Space Travel Agency inside out.
Excerpt from Time for the Lost
TFTL Cover RevealCarefully, I climbed the clock, placing my feet on the times of other worlds, in order to see more along the top. Fragile materials supported my weight as if I weighed nothing—were nothing—but a breath of air in time and space. I climbed on, grabbing timepieces with my hands and pulling myself upward along the tower. The skin on the back of my neck prickled when I reached the topmost third of the tower. An hourglass sat perched on the tower’s tapered tip, like a golden star crowning one of Earth’s Christmas trees. The top half of the glass was mostly full. Both halves rested on a crescent moon-shaped base. The hourglass hung balanced, lightly swinging back and forth, ready to flip over when empty. I made my way back down the tower, wondering whether time ever ends, whether it could be eternal—how a system of worlds with World Builders could possibly have an end. My brain ached as I tried to make sense of it all, wondering where to begin searching for Calla. My attention turned to something bright and painful: a miniature White Tower, representing the world my parents created, the timeline of which reset when I was born. The White Tower replica had no clock hands. There were no digital measures of time, no sand trickling from the top of a glass. But I knew how the time was recorded and what time it was at the tower, based on the brightness of its glow. Like the sky which backlit the clock tower, the White Tower was a dazzling white. From what I’d learned as a child, the more brightly it glowed, the later its time and the closer to its end. I tightened my grip and groaned. “Why does every search lead back to the White Tower? Have I traveled here to the Clock Tower only to be faced with it again?” I descended a few more steps toward the base of the tower. “Is there no way to escape the past—to leave it behind me?” “You don’t appear to be biding time, friend.” I nearly fell from the tower. I glanced beneath me to see who’d spoken. The man who looked up at me was thin, with a nose as straight and long as his gangly limbs. He regarded me with eyes of purple ice. His hair, white like snow, was bound in a loose tail. Friend indeed. I exhaled, relieved. Everything about him radiated Aborealian descent. I jumped the last few feet from the Clock Tower and signaled to him, the way I would have greeted anyone in my mother’s home country, Aboreal. His amethyst eyes met mine as he drew his lip into a thin line. He signaled back, and then frowned. “I disclaimed Aboreal long ago, but I respect the gesture.” “You’re from my mother’s homeland,” I said. “I just wanted to be sure.” The former Aborealian nodded and held out his hand. “Valcas Hall,” I said, clasping it. He grinned. “You can call me Nick.” I squinted. Aborealians had no last names, so I hadn’t expected one. Aborealian citizens were simply individuals of Aboreal. But the man’s first name didn’t fit the metric. Nick didn’t have the same significance to it as Ivory and Sable, shades of white and black. He should have had a name that reflected his wintry hair. Nick meant nothing in Aborealian. I opened my mouth to say something. “I’ve renamed,” he said. “When I denounced Aboreal, I changed my first name and adopted a surname of sorts.” “Which is?” “Time,” he said. “I’m now Nick, no longer of Aboreal, but of Time.” Nick of Time. Was this guy serious? If he noticed my cringe at the horrible pun, he didn’t show it. “What brings you to this part of the worlds, friend?” “A search.” I looked around, disturbed. “How did you get here?” “I’m the keeper of the Clock Tower. Welcome to my home.”
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chessChess Desalls is the author of the YA time travel series, The Call to Search Everywhen. She's a longtime reader of fantasy and sci-fi novels, particularly classics and young adult fiction. Her nonfiction writing has led to academic and industry publications. She’s also a contributing editor for her local writing club’s monthly newsletter. The California Writers Club, South Bay branch, has awarded two of Chess’ stories first place for best short fiction. When she's not reading or writing, she enjoys traveling and trying to stay in tune on her flute.
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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Hawk Seals of Honor by Dale Mayer

The second installment from best selling author Dale Mayer, author's new series, SEALs of Honor: Hawk is NOW available!

Finding a dead man is a hell of a way to start a holiday.

Growing up, Hawk was always a bit of a wild card. Once he became a SEAL, he found his niche in the world. But the wild man was still there, under wraps …and waiting for a match. Back home for a few days, he realizes a new, darker element has moved in.

And it appears to involve the freckle-faced redhead he never forgot.
Mia remembers her best friend’s brother. After all, what woman could forget him? He was like fireworks lighting up her life. Taking her breath away and making her heart beat faster. But the version that came home was harder, more dangerous ... and sexy as hell.

Good thing he's on their side as the town explodes in violence with Mia caught in the middle.

Available here:
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She turned away and saw her father awake. Bursting into tears, she raced to give him a big hug.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she said through her sobs.
“I’m so very glad you and Hawk were both there to help.”
“You mean Hawk. He rescued both of us,” she admitted.
“Good. Glad he did.” Her father reached up and rubbed his temple. “My head is pounding. It’s going to be days before I feel up to opening the store.”
“Are you still going to?” she asked quietly.
He raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, your brother was shot in the store, it was ransacked, the guns were stolen and your cache at home was also stolen.”
He shrugged. “It was all insured.”
She nodded but inside it bothered her. “I’m not sure I like the idea of you selling guns anymore.”
“You never did.” He pursed his lips and studied her. “Nervous now? That’s not like you.”
“Watching those men…” She shuddered. “It did make me think.”
He shook his head. “It’s not the guns. It’s the people–”
“People who use them.” She groaned. “Yeah, I know.”
“Lucky you, you’re free to leave,” he said. “What are you going to do now?”
“As you’re fine and safe here, I’m going home. I got a pass from the doctor as long as I rest.” She stood up and reached over to hug him. “Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, Mia.” He smiled up at her. “This will be a bad memory soon.”
“I hope so.”
With a small wave, she turned and walked out. Her energy was flagging. She needed to grab a cab. Outside she realized it was late. How was it she hadn’t understood that? Just staring out at the dark night she realized she probably should have stayed for the night. But that was fear talking.
Better to go home and face it. Now, should she go to her place or to her father’s house? No, she wasn’t going back there for a while. She needed time so she wouldn’t see her father’s body lying crumpled on the ground every time she was there.
Outside the hospital, she stood at the front doors and stared across the parking lot. There were cabs waiting on the front curb. She walked over to one, but it drove away as she approached.
A truck drove between her and the next taxi. She tried to walk around it but a man hopped out. She shifted out of his way.
The man called out to her. “Excuse me.”
She spun and looked at him, “Yes.”
“I think this is for you.” He held out a package.
She frowned. “From who?”
“A guy in a black Jeep.”
Her face lit up. Hawk. “Oh,” she said hopefully and reached out to take it. “Thank you so much for delivering–”
She never saw the blow, never felt the air cut off from her lungs. Nor did the pain hit her awareness quickly. Instead it was like a slow motion movie as she watched her body fall into his waiting arms. She knew something was wrong but couldn’t seem to connect the weird grip on her neck with the numbness of her legs.
His voice, concerned and helpful, called to her. “Oh dear. Are you all right? Here, let me help you up.”

She was boosted into the back seat of the truck where she toppled forward into the foot well. Her head hit the seat cushion and bounced off to slide to the floor. She lay there, her eyes open, her brain aware, her mind no longer functioning.

Raven Williams Elven-Jumper Audiobook Review

So recently I won an audiobook! I was so excited and chose Elven-Jumper by Raven Williams. I've had the kindle for a while but lacked the opportunity to read it so I listened.

My review:
When humans on Earth start having strange dreams the realm jumpers go to investigate. Humans can’t know Elves and other supernaturals exist so the realm jumpers bring the humans back to their world Paer-Jhysael and give them their options. But waiting and plotting are the dark elves who want control of Paer-Jhysael. This makes for an intense read.

I listened to the audio version but also have the kindle. Richard Coombs does a great job with all the voices. That made the reading easier and I would highly recommend it for anyone listening to the story. The worlds and creatures are fantasy fiction and there is a ton of info for the reader. Being able to scan the kindle made it easier. Either way it was an exciting story.

This is the first book of Raven Williams I’ve read and I wasn’t disappointed. She blew my mind with the creation of the world inside this book. If you enjoy the Hobbit series or the like then check out this series. It’s also great for all ages. I love that since many times I listen to books with my granddaughter.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Release Day Blitz Betrayed by Suzannah Daniels

Paxton Mayfield and his brother, Cade, have a bad habit of falling for the same woman. In the past, their antics gave new meaning to the term sibling rivalry.

But now that Cade has tied the knot, can Pax finally
find a woman who loves him?

Jessica Beacham has only loved one man—Paxton Mayfield. She would have gladly given up her college scholarship to stay in Creekview if he would have just given her a sign, but instead of telling her to stay, he ended the relationship.

Distraught and lonely, she was comforted by his brother.

Seven years have passed since that fateful day. When Paxton receives an unexpected phone call, he soon finds himself face-to-face with the one woman he swore he’d never speak to again.

He abandoned her. She ripped his heart out. Can they overcome their feelings of betrayal and restore their trust in each other?

BETRAYED is the fourth book in the WHISKEY NIGHTS series. Since each book focuses on a different couple, they can be read as stand-alones, but many readers may prefer to read them in order for maximum enjoyment.

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WHISKEY NIGHTS SERIES ORDER Wasted #1 Ignited #2 Deceived #3 Betrayed #4
*Each of these stories can be read as a standalone, But you get more feel for the characters as a whole if you read the series*

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Suzannah Daniels has had an affinity for words for as long as she can remember. She grew up in North Georgia with four brothers, so she learned at an early age to admire snakes and motorcycles. When she wasn't pestering her brothers, she could usually be found reading or writing.
She is the author of the Whiskey Nights Series, a new adult contemporary romance series, Perfectly Able, a new adult contemporary romance, the Dangerous Trilogy, a mature young adult contemporary romance trilogy, Vampire's Bane, a mature young adult paranormal series, Ghostly Encounter, Book One of the Ghostly series, a young adult paranormal romance/adventure, and Viking's Embrace, a historical romance.
Currently, she lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee with her husband. Her children live nearby. The family pets include a Lab mix names Achilles, a Basset Hound named Annabelle, and a Shih Tzu named MooMoo.
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Cassie Alexandra and the Biker Series

Taming the Biker is the fifth book in Cassie Alexandra's Biker Series. Available now in the Sexy Bastards Anthology.

Only available as a collection for a limited time. Get it now before this anthology is gone forever. This is a Collection of Bad Boy, Biker and Alpha Romance Stories, featuring New York Times, USA Today and Amazon Bestselling Authors. 13 top selling authors bring you 13 never-before-published Hot and Steamy Romance stories.

Taming the Biker
After a short fling with hell-raising womanizer, Taylor (Tail) Adams, Lauren Macey discovers that she’s pregnant with the biker’s child. Knowing that the MC lifestyle isn’t what she wants for their baby, and that Tail isn’t exactly ‘father’ material, Lauren decides not to tell him. This proves challenging, especially when she realizes that he isn’t ready to end their affair…
Releasing in Sexy Bastards Anthology on Feb 8th  (Limited Time)

Other Books in the Biker Series
Resisting the Biker
The Biker series Book 1


Twenty-one-year-old college student, Adriana Nikolas, doesn't really know what to make of Raptor, the sexy biker who seems to be obsessed with getting into her pants. Hot or not, she knows from their first encounter that he's dangerous, both in and out of bed. 
What Raptor wants, Raptor gets. Right now, he wants Adriana and will do whatever it takes to claim her as his woman. But, she keeps resisting, which isn't something that the Road Captain of the Gold Vipers is accustomed to. Arrogant, cocky, and stubborn, Raptor takes on the challenge, and in the meantime, gets much more than what he'd bargained for. 

Meanwhile, Slammer, President of the Gold Vipers, seeks justice for the rape of his Old Lady's daughter. 

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Surviving the Biker
The Biker series Book 2


The story of Adriana and Trevor continues. Will she have the courage to fight for her man and will Trevor make the right decisions, involving the women in his life? 
The war between the Devil's Rangers and the Gold Vipers comes to a climax. 
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Fearing the Biker
The Biker series Book 3


Jordan Steele (The Judge) has been hired as a bodyguard for Jessica Winters, Slammer's new step-daughter. Security is usually not his thing, but he finds himself unable to refuse the offer after meeting
her in person. 

Jessica Winters wants nothing to do with The Judge or any other biker, for that matter, especially after being raped by one of the Devil's Rangers, three years before. When she learns that her life is in imminent danger, however, she reluctantly agrees and finds herself in the care of a man who makes her tremble in more ways than one. 

Breaking the Biker
The Biker series Book 4


Tank, the newly appointed President of the Gold Vipers, has one mission – to find the woman responsible for murdering a club
member in cold blood. Female or not, he’s out for vengeance and will stop at nothing to get his hands on the killer. 

After Raina’s two-year-old son is killed during a club war, she takes her revenge on the man she believes is responsible for his death. When she learns that the newest President of the Gold Vipers is now hell-bent on finding her, Raina makes sure that he gets exactly what he wants, and then some… 
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These stories contains crude language, sexual situations, and violence. They are not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please do not buy if any of this offends you. This is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a true depiction of a motorcycle club. It was written for entertainment only.

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