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For several months now we (myself and several other amazing authors) have been creating a magical world where anything can happen. Each character is descended from a fairy tale character.
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My story Bone Stars is a modern-ish Hansel and Gretal, well Grenna is descended from Hansel. She is a bit OCD about her studies, has a magical talent that she's kept very quiet and is ready to open up and finally accept magic - maybe.
Grenna isn't too thrilled to attend the Once Upon Academy. She was hoping for something less magical and more Ivy League, until she meets Mandevar, a magic physics major who’s hot under his apparent nerdiness and begins to think otherwise.
Their first date is where the adventure begins. Mandevar is a bit of a mystery and continues to surprise her. Turns out he isn't the only surprise when they get lost together in an enchanted forest.
The sequel to The Vampires Next Door is almost here. Release date set for March 7th. This series is home to me. The only series I have currently placed in a setting close to my home -- St. Augustine Florida. In similar fashion there are places of interest noted in The Monster Upstairs. These places exist. In this book the Slayers find themselves not beneath St. Augustine but Jacksonville, sister city to St. Augustine.
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These underground tunnels really exist and some are open to tours. The transportation tunnels here made for a nasty adventure for Alison and the acquaintance of a new creature -- Alistair the Boghart, Excerpt:
She found the voice. It was attached to an odd looking
creature with wild brown hair, a large nose, and round cheeks peering at her
with two outstretched hands from a hole in the bricks no more than a foot or so
above her head. Another set off blades hit the ground and she jumped, reaching
for the creature’s hands. He grasped them and pulled her upward while she
planted her feet along the wall and climbed it.
“’Bout time. Follow me,” he said as he crawled through the
small space. It was large enough for him to crawl, as he was no larger than a
four-year-old child. She felt like a giant and had to wriggle on her belly, her
ribs throbbing with each movement, and the dampness soaking through her shirt and
jeans. She was glad she wore old clothes and running shoes for her little
venture. The gunk coating the crawl space oozed through her fingers as she
clutched between the bricks to get to the other side.
What's happening?
demanded Rodham.
It was a booby trap.
I'm OK.
The creature jumped out of the space and grabbed her hands,
pulling her out. She was impressed with his strength as she tumbled out of the
tunnel onto her butt and the gunky ground of yet another tunnel. He was no more
than half her height and she wasn't exactly tall at five foot three inches.
“Thank you,” she said, lifting her aching body off the
ground. She felt like an old woman and desired a long, hot bath filled with
bubbles and the scent of strawberry or vanilla, anything but the nasty odor
that coated every inch of her body and made her cringe.
“It's not every day I find a young lass traveling these
tunnels,” he muttered. “Or anyone...” he finished, his voice trailing off.
But those aren't the only tunnels used in the book. There are also tunnels beneath Jacksonville that contain bank vaults. They're still used today for tours and businesses.
And in St. Augustine style there is a battle in one of the existing forts. A small fort called Fort Matanzas.
The picture purchased as the fort is closed due to damage from Hurricane Matthew.
The background on the book cover also contains a draw bridge from one of the forts.
Two short paranormal romances: Tigress and Talons. Explore debut author T.L. Katt’s world of paranormal romance.
Tigress
Jestin, in need of a vacation, takes a break to the mountains where strange events send him exploring the woods. What he finds changes his life forever.
Talons
It’s an ordinary day when Meg gets scooped up by a creature. She awakes in her own bed believing it was only a dream, until she finds puncture marks under her arms. In fear that she’s been injected with a virus, she flees to solve the mystery — finding much more. This book is meant for mature audiences 18 and above.
“Oh, Miss Meg, you don’t look good. Your cheeks are flushed red like a tomato.” Elsa placed the coffee on the nightstand beside the bed and brought her hand to Meg’s forehead. Worry wrinkles creased her chocolate hairline and brow. “You’re burning up, and what are all those splotches on your legs and arms? We need to cool you down!” Elsa ran out of the room, leaving Meg to stare at her body covered in splashes of red inflamed skin. A fever and illness would explain the hallucinations she dreamt the night before.
Within minutes, Elsa returned with a cold cloth that she placed on Meg’s forehead. “This will cool you off while I draw your bath.” Like a small black whirlwind, Elsa had the bath water running and
was slipping off Meg’s gown and lowering her into the tub of chilly oatmeal water. Meg knew better than to resist Elsa’s efforts and complied. Shivering beneath the cold water brought her back to her dream and the frozen air. She could almost feel the large talons beneath her armpits and the acute pain the creature’s claw had caused. She brought her left hand instinctively to beneath her under arm and felt a hole the size of her pinky. She removed her hand and drew her arm up over her head. “Elsa, do you see anything?” Elsa’s eyes grew twice their average size. “What happened?” she asked, bringing her fat fingers to the hole and rubbing gently across it. “Does it hurt?” “No, it’s just a big hole. It feels like someone stuck me with a centimeter-sized needle.” Elsa reached over and grabbed a vanity mirror off the counter and positioned it where Meg could see the hole. She stared at it, her mouth gaping with fear as she realized last night had not been a dream. She had been abducted by something that stuck her and most likely drugged her. She couldn’t go to the hospital with this, not after the disappearance of her husband and the mystery that surrounded the strange death of the man thought to have been guilty of murdering several people. No, she was a doctor and would take and analyze her own tox screen. “Elsa, help me out of the tub, I have work to do!” Sensing the urgency of her tone, Elsa did as asked, against her own judgement. Meg was her friend but also her employer. Meg threw her bathrobe on and rushed through the house with lightning speed, not stopping as she yelled, “Tell Amy I had to leave town for a few days.” Her voice trailed off, leaving Elsa seated on the lip of the tub in a quandary. As Meg sped through the house, she could feel the sun’s heat nipping at her skin even though a thin layer of snow covered the ground. She had no time to close the drapes to the many floor to ceiling windows that enclosed her home. She had fallen in love with the large amounts of sunlight that streamed in, giving the house a warm, cozy feel — but not now. Today, she hated the light and the tendrils of heat that ebbed across her exposed skin. With a speed far beyond her ability, she was but a mere flash streaking through the home. In the basement, she tore through boxes of lab equipment; setting aside test tubes, needles, flasks, a hot plate, and microscope. She had used the equipment to analyze the sample her colleague and college dorm mate — now FBI lab rat — had collected from the sociopath’s blood. The sample had been small but enough to tell
her the toxin he was injected with was unknown and deadly to him. When it interacted with his blood, within seconds the agent destroyed every blood cell in his body. It acted as a virus exploding each red blood cell from the inside out like over inflated balloons. Yet when she mixed the toxin with her own blood it mingled, restructuring the hemoglobin protein in a way that allowed it to carry more oxygen throughout the body. Meg found the large bulging vein in her arm. Without hesitation, she withdrew a vial of blood.
Tigress Excerpt: He scrambled off his porch and through the woods, nearly tripping in the snow. Once he reached the tree line, he slowed and moved through the woods. Steam rising from the earth caught his attention and a woman, almost white as the snow and buck naked, stood before him. She was tiny, with breasts no larger than biscuits, and an oval face. Her blonde hair hung in curls around her shoulders and her eyes were a deep violet. The steam wasn't rising from the snow, but from her. He took a step towards the woman. "Are you real?" he asked, more to himself. She answered, "I am. Come." Her voice pulled him further towards
her. He felt caught in the middle of reality and a dream. "Pinch me," he demanded. She moved toward him, her heat making him sweat inside his coat and he felt his cock rise inside his pants. Gently, she touched his arm and pinched a small piece of his cheek between her fingers. The warmth of her hands tingled against his flesh, sending waves of desire through his body and a feeling of his face on fire when she let go. "Ouch," he said. She giggled. "You aren't dreaming." A gun shot rang through the air and Jestin turned to see Hank standing a few feet away. "What are you doing out here?" he asked.
Jestin turned back towards the woman and she was gone. Vanished. "I was... I thought I saw something here in the woods."
Author Bio: T.L. Katt lives in the south eastern U.S. with her two fur-children Crescent and Gibbous. She dabbles in graphic design, creating all her own covers, and writes stories that are more truth than fiction. Her favorite genres and writing preferences are paranormal and fantasy.
