Been working the past few days clearing up errors, dead links and page errors. Everything has been fixed as far as I can tell.
New stuff coming very soon. I also have a book review coming for Kill Code by Clive Fleury. I was supposed to do it before COVID but other priorities took over so hopefully I will have my review up this coming Monday.
Screen Captures of Escape from Pretoria, Guns Akimbo and Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt are also on the way.
Today Jeff Sweat and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive content for SCORPION, the sequel to his YA Dystopian, MAYFLY which releases June 23, 2020! Check out the awesome cover and enter to win an ARC!
In Scorpion, the sequel to Jeff Sweat’s
YA futuristic thriller Mayfly, Jemma, Lady, and Pico all left the Holy
Wood to seek answers to the End, and when they find the Old Guys—the only
adults to have survived the original wipeout of everyone over the age of
seventeen—they think they’ve found help at last.
But there’s a lot the Old Guys aren’t telling
them. In fact, some of them don’t seem interested in solving the End at all and
just want Jemma and her friends to leave. Meanwhile, war is brewing among the
tribes of the rest of the Children. Jemma’s old home has fallen into disorder,
and is far from prepared for battle. It won’t be long before the fighting
reaches Jemma and the Old Guys, if they even live to see it.
Haven’t started the series yet? Grab book 1, MAYFLY now!
Prologue: The Ice Cream Man Massacre
Little Man tries to wait for the screaming to stop before he enters the battlefield, but he can’t help himself.
The ice cream carts are tossed carelessly around the outside of the bank that used to be Ice Cream Men’s Hydin Hole, as if giant hands had been digging for toys. The Ice Cream Men are lying on the ground, just bodies now. It’s a horrible, bloody mess, carried out by monsters. Little Man hasn’t been so proud of himself since the first time he made a Giant.
One of those Giants stands next to him, breathing hard and splattered in blood. Patrick. He used to be one of Little Man’s enemies in the Cluster, but now he’s as loyal as he is mean. He’s also frozen in time by the Making that will keep him from dying young, and that stimulates extra growth. Seeing him plowing through the Ice Cream Men as if they weren’t there? That’s a good day.
Stanford, his captain and Head of the Jocks, makes his way through the wreckage, not looking down at the bodies at his feet. “A hundred down on their side, Little Man,” Stanford says.
“And us?” he says. Not that he cares. He wishes he had been able to bring the Last Lifers with him to jump in front of the Ice Cream Men’s bullets, but the Cluster said it would be too much for this battle. They’re still stung by the loss to the Kingdom only weeks ago. Little Man wasn’t leading that one, but the Chosen has been coming to rescue him. The blame got so intense that Little Man had to kill one of the captains of that attack to shut them up.
“Six.” Little Man smiles.
The Cluster, the council that thinks it still runs the Chosen, warned him not to do this. The Ice Cream Men were too important. They provided too much food to the Chosen. What they really meant is they brought all the delicacies and the pills the Cluster loves.
“How many guns?” Little Man says.
“There should be more.” Still, the Cluster will be happy. It will give Little Man all he needs to launch the real war against the Angelenos—and the Kingdom.
“We have some survivors inside the bank,” Stanford says.
“Start questioning them,” Little Man says. He doesn’t want to kill them all, not yet. He wanted more weapons to make sure his war goes his way. Everyone knows the Ice Cream Men held all their extra weapons and riches in safe spots throughout Ell Aye, places they called Hydin Holes. It would only take a few living victims to flush those out.
Blood coats the glass wall of the bank next to him. He steps out gingerly among the bodies. He pushes down his revulsion. He doesn’t mind this. He knows he’s looking at the beginnings of the Battle of Ell Aye.
The boys and girls lying on the ground are mostly dead. When they’re not, he motions to Patrick, who casually stabs them with his lance.
He steps over a body—and sees the body stir. He looks down, calling for Patrick. The boy beneath him rolls over, and Pico starts. He’s never seen this boy before—but he has. This is the Ice Cream Man he saw in a vision in the Haze, the one who traded with Jemma and Pico and Lady.
And he really wants to know where Jemma and Pico and Lady are.
“Let’s keep this one breathing for now,” he says to Patrick.
Little Man squats next to the boy and drips water down his throat. Gently. “It’s okay,” he says. “It’s all gonna be okay.”
“Doubt it,” the Ice Cream Man says. He’s right. Looks like he’s been shot in the gut and the leg.
“How you feeling?” Little Man says. “Bet you’re a little sore, huh?”
“You some kind of nurse?”
“Yeah. I’m a nurse,” Little Man says. Warm.
The Ice Cream Man blinks. He tries to focus on Little Man, but his attention falls to Little Man’s arm, to the tattooed bars on the inside of his wrist. He’s thinking what they all think: Three kills, on a kid who is this small and this young?
The boy’s voice comes out as a croak. “You Little Man,” he says.
Tommy is surprised, really surprised. “Normally people don’t figure that out,” he says. “I’m easy to look past.” He’s usually just little Tommy, small and nine and blond. Smart but harmless.
“I don’t look . . .” The Ice Cream Man stops, and forgets what he was going to say. Maybe it’s the blood seeping out of his thigh. Someone has tied it off in a tourniquet. “You come for our guns,” the Ice Cream Man says.
Little Man nods. “Little Man meets the Ice Cream Man,” he says. “You’re smart. I like you.”
“You a tiny little weird little dick,” the boy says.
“Well, now I like you less,” Little Man says.
How much time does he have before the Ice Cream Man bleeds out? Five minutes? He has to get him talking.
“We got friends in common,” Little Man says. “The kids from the Holy Wood.”
The Ice Cream Man seems to remember them. “Jemma . . . ?”
“I want to know where they went,” Little Man says.
“You gon kill em?”
Little Man shrugs. “I mean . . . maybe? But they know something I wanna know. So I would probably want to talk to them first. Like . . . this.” And he pushes his thumb into the Ice Cream Man’s stomach.
The kid can’t even scream, it hurts that much. The kid just gasps until Little Man stops pushing. Little Man says, “They know things about the End, I think, things that I should have known first. And Jemma can see things.” He hates that she can see things. It was supposed to just be Little Man.
“I ain’t gonna tell—”
Little Man moves his thumb back to his stomach. “I can make your End as painful as you like.”
“She’s gon find the Old Guys,” the Ice Cream Man says, seeming to want to pull the words back in. Everyone betrays their friends, Little Man thinks.
“The Old Guys?” Little Man tries to be gentle again, but it doesn’t come as naturally this time. He wants to know too much.
“She gon find all the answers there,” the Ice Cream Man says. “They was there fore the End. They knows the way back. Don’t you knows the stories?”
“I didn’t,” Tommy says, and an angry flush creeps up over the pink skin. “Where do they live?”
“Fine. Don hurt me none. Stories say they lives in the Dead Lands,” the Ice Cream Man says. “That’s a good place for you.”
“Let’s talk more about that,” Little Man says. “Let me get you more water.” Trying to keep him alive just a few minutes longer.
When he turns back, something looks different. The boy has shifted. Trying to get away that close to dead? Tommy’s impressed despite himself.
Little Man crouches down. “Here’s your water,” he says.
“You believe in Man Jesus?” the Ice Cream Man says.
Little Man scowls. “I only believe in me,” he says. Then he notices the egg.
All of the Ice Cream Men carry them, Long Gone bombs to protect their carts from thieves, just like him. Tommy thought his soldiers had collected all of them, but there’s an egg in the Ice Cream Man’s trembling hand, fingers twitching under a pulled-out pin, just barely holding down the lever that will release and kill them all.
The Ice Cream Man gathers himself up and throws the egg as far as he can. Not much of a throw. Not much. But it drops at the feet of the clump of Chosen ten feet away.
“Shit,” Little Man says. He sees the blur of a huge body in front of him, feels a hand punch him in the chest, feels himself flying backward through the air.
Three, two— He doesn’t hear the blast, just sees the white swallowing them all. He has the most ridiculous thought: Hello, Man Jesus.
Jeff Sweat has made a living from words his entire career, starting out as an award-winning tech journalist for InformationWeek magazine and moving into marketing.
He led the content marketing team for Yahoo and pioneered its use of social media. He directed PR for two of the top advertising agencies in the country, Deutsch LA and 72andSunny. He now runs his own Los Angeles–based PR and marketing agency, Mister Sweat.
He grew up in Idaho as the middle of eight children—seven boys and one girl—and attended Columbia University in New York. Jeff lives in a big blue house in Los Angeles with his wife Sunny and their three kids, two cats, and a racing greyhound.
He loves to travel and writes everywhere he goes, even when there’s not a desk. He likes karaoke, motorcycles and carpentry. He was once shot in the head with a nail gun, which was not a big of a deal as it sounds. But it still hurt like crazy.
I am so excited that THE MISSING SEASON by Gillian French is available now and that I get to share the news!If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Gillian French, be sure to check out all the details below.This blitz also includes a giveaway for FOUR signed copies of the book, Us Only, courtesy of Gillian and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.
From the author of Edgar Award finalist Grit and The Lies They Tell comes a tense, atmospheric novel for fans of E. Lockhart and Marieke Nijkamp, about friendship, truth, and the creeping fears that can’t be outrun.
Whenever another kid goes missing in October, the kids in the old factory town of Pender know what is really behind it: a monster out in the marshes that they call the Mumbler.
That’s what Clara’s new crew tells her when she moves to town. Bree and Sage, who take her under their wing. Spirited Trace, who has taken the lead on this year’s Halloween prank war. And magnetic Kincaid, whose devil-may-care attitude and air of mystery are impossible for Clara to resist.
Clara doesn’t actually believe in the Mumbler–not like Kinkaid does. But as Halloween gets closer and tensions build in the town, it’s hard to shake the feeling that there really is something dark and dangerous in Pender. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting to bring the stories to life. Excerpt:“It’s sad, you coming here.” Kincaid takes me in, his smile fading. “Now you’ve got no chance.”
No chance. Like he read it in my tea leaves or the lines of my palm. “Why?”
“Because he only takes Pender kids. Likes our taste, I guess.” Kincaid drops his board, glides backward on one foot, never breaking eye contact. “Like . . . hopelessness.”
“And Steak-umms from the caf,” somebody says, making people snicker.
“Liver.” Trace shows his teeth. “God, I love that shit.”
“What about Gavin Cotswold?” Sage says. “Have they figured out how he died yet?”
“Mumbler got him.” Trace.
“He OD’d.” Bree gives Trace a withering look. “He went out in the woods, got fucked up, and died. His own mom thinks so.”
“I heard the animals didn’t leave enough of him behind to be sure.” Trace says. Then, to Kincaid, “Tell her about the first boy. Ricky Whoever.”
“Sartain. Ricky Sartain.” Behind Kincaid, most of the activity has stopped, everybody pulling up some concrete to listen. He’s holding court, a storyteller who knows his audience. “It all started, like, twenty years ago. Kid went missing two days before they found him on the banks of the marsh, way out by the railroad bridge.” Kincaid nods slowly, easing into it. “Somebody put their hands all over him.”
More covert laughter, Trace’s whisper: “Loved to death.”
Kincaid entwines his fingers, working his palms together in sinuous rhythm. “Squeezed him, crushed him. Mashed his spine, smashed his belly.”
A voice speaks up: “My mom said that kid got hit by the train.”
“Of course she did.” Kincaid doesn’t turn. “She also told you that Santa Claus is real and honesty is the best policy and if you’re good, you’ll get into heaven, right?”
Snorts. Somebody mimics, “But my mommy said,” whacking the boy who interrupted with a baseball cap.
“He was folded in half.” Sage grips Trace’s forearm. “That’s what I heard.”
“No.” Kincaid’s hands are tai chi slow. “Lengthwise.”
“Stop.” Bree says it under her breath; I’m the only one who hears.
“Ricky disappeared right around Halloween. That’s the pattern.” Kincaid skates a circuit around us, dismounts, and slaps the tail of the board so it pops into his hand again, all one smooth movement that I wish I could watch again frame by frame. “Truth. After, Ricky’s friends told everybody how they’d all gone out to the railroad bridge to smash pumpkins one night, and there was somebody hiding under there. Too dark to see, but they heard him, mumbling and yammering away.”
Yip, yip, yip! I look up to see audience participation, lumbering shapes aping around the others, sounding like a zoo after hours—Ahhh-ah-ah-ah! Mwaaa-hoohoo!
“Next time anybody saw Ricky, he was red guacamole.” Kincaid pauses, smiling faintly, but he’s not really seeing me now. “Ever since, Mumbler’s been around. Takes a bad kid every few years, always in October. Grown-ups have some bullshit excuse for what happened to them, but we know.”
Nods pass around the circle. I watch for inside looks—they’ll drop the act when they see I’m not taken in—but the quiet drags on. “What’s the Mumbler look like?” I hold Kincaid’s gaze, willing him to let me in on this, let me prove I don’t scare easy. “So I’ll know him if I see him.”
Kincaid looks to Trace, again with the smile that creases his eyes into merry slits, a kid showing his little sister where Mom hides the Christmas presents. “We can take you to him.”
I’m a ridiculous, sometimes cranky, often hungry, frequently writing flibbertigibbet who really hopes she can keep doing this for a living.
My debut novel, GRIT (HarperTeen), was an Indie Next List pick, a Junior Library Guild Selection, received starred reviews from Kirkus Reviews and ALA Booklist, was an Edgar Award Finalist, a South Carolina Young Adult Book Award Finalist, and received both a 2018 Lupine Award from the Maine Library Association and a 2018 Maine Literary Award from the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance.
My other novels include THE DOOR TO JANUARY (Islandport Press; Bram Stoker Award Finalist), THE LIES THEY TELL (HarperTeen; 2019 International Thriller Award Finalist, 2019 Maine Literary Award Finalist, 2018 Junior Library Guild Selection), and THE MISSING SEASON (HarperTeen, coming 5/21/2019; preorder giveaway happening now). My short fiction has placed in Writer’s Digest and Zoetrope: All Story contests, as well as appearing in such publications as Weirdbook and Creepy Campfire Stories for Grownups. I hold a BA in English from the University of Maine, and I’m a member of the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance, Mystery Writers of America, and the Society of Children’s Writers and Illustrators. Currently, I still live in my native state of Maine–shocker, I know–with my husband and sons, where I’m perpetually agonizing over my next novel (in the best possible way, of course!)
Today Jennieke Cohen, Epic Reads, and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and a note from Jennieke about the cover for DANGEROUS ALLIANCE, her debut YA Historical Book which releases on December 3, 2019! Check out the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!
Lady Victoria Aston has always been just as comfortable in a pair of breeches stolen from her father as she has in satin ballgowns decked in lace. And though she is perfectly capable of minding her manners in polite society, she doesn’t much see the point. With an older sister happily wed and the future of her family estate secure, she is quite content to while her time away in the fields around her home.
However, Vicky’s comfortable, idyllic life is overturned in the course of one night. Her sister’s husband is a terrible cad and now Vicky must marry, or find herself and her family destitute. Armed only with the wisdom she has gained from her beloved novels by Jane Austen, she enters society’s season in a flutter of silks, dances, and pretty words.
But Miss Austen has little to say about Vicky’s particular circumstances: whether the gorgeous and roguish Mr. Carmichael is indeed a scoundrel, if her former best friend—the much-grown and very handsome Tom Sherborne—is out for her dowry or for her heart, or even how to fend off the attentions of the foppish Mr. Silby, he of the bright-orange waistcoat.
Most unfortunately of all, Vicky’s books are silent on the topic of the mysterious accidents cropping up around her. Accidents that have her wondering if there’s someone trying to prevent a match from being made…or prevent her from surviving until her wedding day.
Note about the cover from Jennieke:
When I got the concept art for DANGEROUS ALLIANCE’s cover, I was thrilled with what designer Jessie Gang had come up with. I’m a little like Elle Woods from Legally Blonde in that pink is my signature color, so the palette was just what I’d hoped for. When the final cover made it to my inbox, my heart sped up as I saw how it had all come together. The artist, Kasi Turpin, did a beautiful job creating the font and I just love how the line through the “A” forms the top of an upside down heart and draws attention to the tagline. The cameo silhouette also happens to be perfect for my main character, Vicky, while still allowing readers to picture her for themselves! I can’t wait to see what it looks like on the shelves, and I hope people love it as much as I do!
About Jennieke: Jennieke Cohen (JEN-ih-kuh CO-en) is used to people mispronouncing her name and tries to spare her fictional characters the same problem. She studied English history at Cambridge University and has a master’s degree in professional writing from the University of Southern California. When not writing or researching little-known corners of history, you’ll find her singing opera arias and show tunes, over-analyzing old movies, or discovering the best foodie spots in her native Northern California. Read more on Jennieke’s website www.JenniekeCohen.com or find her on Twitter or Instagram @Jennieke_Cohen
I am so excited that GIVE ME FEVER by Jasmine & Arielle Lockhart is available now
and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by
Authors Jasmine & Arielle Lockhart, be sure to check out all the details
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $500 Amazon
GC prize and an ARC of GIVE ME FEVER, courtesy of Jasmine & Arielle. So if
you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this
Jackson Noveau left behind his Cajun
roots to make a better life for him and his new bride in New York City. But his
drive for success drove the love of his life away. Six years later, Jackson has
the opportunity to take his hot sauce company global. All he has to do is buy
back the family farm. Unfortunately, the new owner isn’t impressed by his
From first love to fiery business rival…
Jessa fled home to the little bayou town
of Fever, Louisiana six years ago, expecting Jackson to chase after her. He
never did. Now he’s back and she has something he wants—the farm she secretly
bought. She has no intentions of letting go of the home she loves, or the
one-of-a-kind peppers necessary for the production of Jackson’s hot sauce. At
least not until she learns Jackson holds the key to something she wants—the
divorce she believed they finalized years ago.
What’s yours is mine…
The two strike a deal where winner takes
all. If Jessa can go a week without succumbing to the spark clearly still
between them, Jackson will sign the divorce papers. If not, Jackson gets the
farm. As the ex-flames spend the week together, things smolder hotter than a
fever, but with only one winner, someone is sure to get burnt.
The primal part of him argued that
things weren’t complicated. That Jessa was still his. And that realization
struck deep. “If you want my touch so badly, I’d be happy to grant your wish.
I’m thinking a nice start would be my tongue between your—”
Her reflexes were no joke. Before he
could finish his sentence, Jackson found himself covered in wine. Again.
He grabbed his napkin and did his best
to blot up the red liquid coursing down his face. “If you actually finished a
glass of that stuff without throwing it on me, you might enjoy my company a
“Even piss-ass drunk, I wouldn’t let you
do what you were about to suggest.” She sounded truly appalled by his comment.
Like he hadn’t done that on this very table once upon a time. “Don’t act like
you don’t still want me, Jessalynn.”
“Ha! You are so full of yourself. No, I
don’t still want you, Jackson. As you can see, I want nothing more than you to
be out of my house and out of my life.”
His jaw twitched. “Feelings aren’t a
light switch, Jessalynn. You can’t just turn them off. Did you forget how you used
to respond to my touch? To me? How I could light you on fire? Should I remind
“The only feeling I have for you now is
“Did you also forget how well I know
you? I can tell when you’re lying.”
She put her hands on her hips and stuck
her chest out. “I’m not lying, Jackson.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to you.
There’s nothing in it for me.”
An idea hit him. “What if there was?”
Jessa looked at him sideways. “What?”
“Since you’re so sure that you don’t
have feelings for me anymore, then prove it. If you can resist me for a week, I
will sign the divorce papers, leave you the farm, and be out of your life.” A
week was pushing his deadline, but he’d make it work.
“You think I can’t go a week without
tearing off my clothes and throwing myself at you?” She laughed so hard she
began holding her stomach and wiping her eyes.
“If you think it’s that easy, you’ve got
nothing to lose.”
Her face sobered. “I’m not crazy enough
to sign on for spending a week with you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, chéri. This
way, no matter what, I’ll be gone in a week. Otherwise, I’ll leave when I’m
good and ready.”
Jessalynn grumbled and her eyes
narrowed. “So, if I can make it a week without sleeping with you, you’ll sign
the papers and give up on this nonsense about buying the farm?”
He nodded, trying not to smile too wide.
“There must be rules.” She twirled the stem
of her empty wine glass between her fingers. “No getting me drunk. I have to be
sober for it to count.”
“That’s fair. I don’t need you impaired
to get you turned on.”
She rolled her eyes. “And you can’t go
around shirtless. Fully clothed, all week.”
“No dice. I’ll keep my pants on, since
you don’t trust yourself not to jump my bones if I don’t, but it’s damn near
100 degrees in the daytime around here. You’re not going to force me to wear a
shirt the whole time.”
“I have some conditions of my own.”
“You agree to let me stay here. All
week. I don’t expect
you to let me sleep in your bed, but for
me to have a fighting chance, proximity is a must.”
He threw his head back and wiped his
hand down his face. “Come on, Jessalynn. Bend a little.”
With any luck at all, he’d have her
bending all kinds of ways before week’s end.
“Whatever. You stay out of my bedroom,
“Alright, but you have to promise not to
avoid me during the daytime.”
“I have work to do, Jackson. This farm
doesn’t run itself.”
“I think I know a thing or two about
farm work. I’ll pitch in.”
Jessalynn grabbed the wine and drank
from the bottle. Then she took a long breath. “Anything else?”
“No getting off without me.”
“I don’t want you taking the edge off.
You’re going to be
begging me to put my mouth and hands on
you in no time. Can’t let you cheat by getting off on your own.”
She pushed her chair back and stood.
“It’s only a week. I’m not a guy. I’ll survive. Especially if it means getting
rid of you once and for all.”
After making her way around the table,
she stuck her hand out. “We have a deal.”
He stared at her hand for a beat, then
glanced up at her. “Don’t you want to know what happens if you lose?”
“I’m not going to lose.”
About Jasmine and
Jasmine and Arielle Lockhart were born and raised in New Orleans,
Louisiana, in a house overflowing with books, art, and poetry scrawled on
scraps of paper by the hands of their father and mother. The sisters spent
their childhood summers setting crawdad traps and picking peaches from the
three-hundred-year-old tree on their family’s plantation. On stormy nights when
the power would go out in the Antebellum home, Arielle would distract her
younger sister by telling her stories. It never took long before Jasmine’s fear
of the dark was forgotten and she was butting in with her own ideas of how the
story should go.
In 2017, over mint julep’s on the plantation’s ivy-laden porch, Jasmine
and Arielle came up with the crazy idea to co-write a romance novel. A year and
many heated debates later, the first book in the Fever series was complete.
When she’s not nagging her sister
to add more kissing scenes to their books, Jasmine is a world-traveler, living
between New Orleans and Abu Dhabi in the Middle East.
Arielle currently resides on the plantation, where she spends her days
writing and convincing Grammy Dee that Annabelle, the housekeeper she hired
three years ago, is not the reincarnation of the young woman who hung herself
in the peach tree after her fiancé failed to return from war.
I am so excited that the POWER OF FIVE Series by Alex Lidell is complete with LERA OF LUNOS available now and that I get to share the news!
>If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful series by Author Alex Lidell, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon GC, International, A set of the eBooks, International, & a POWER OF FIVE Journal,
US only, courtesy of Alex and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.
Two immortal realms on brink of war. One
mortal standing in their way.
With the quint squaring off against the king of Slait, Lera is running out of
time to tame her feral magic. Worse still, just when the quint must weave
together to survive, demons from Tye’s past surface to tear them apart. Demons
he fears facing, let alone sharing with Lera.
But when Griorgi makes a move that no one expects, throwing River, Shade, and
Coal’s lives into question, the clock runs out. Lera and Tye have no choice but
to fight their battles within—or risk losing Lunos and their quint forever.
LERA OF LUNOS is a full-length reverse-harem fantasy novel, the stunning
finale to the Amazon-bestselling, KU-All Star POWER OF FIVE series.
Four cords of power. Three trials. Two soul-crushing secrets.
For Lera, training has never been so
hard. With the males’ power roaring in her veins and River’s cold demand that she master the magic before the third trial, something has to give. Worse still, River is keeping something from her. Something about his past and
For River and Coal, the past must stay
buried. Though one male’s nightmare sits on a throne and the other’s hides in his soul, they are equally unprepared for Lera’s startling determination to undress the truth.
But when Mors’s Emperor Jawrar makes a
play for Lunos, neither Lera’s fledgling magic nor the males’ old wounds can remain untouched—not if their world is to survive.
TRIAL OF THREE is a full-length
reverse-harem fantasy novel, third in the Amazon bestselling, KU-All Star POWER OF FIVE series.
Three trials stand between Lera and exile. Unless the training
kills her first.
Quint magic has never chosen a human before, and the Elders Council is
convinced Lera is a mistake.
When the quint refuses to be cleaved apart, the enraged elders give them a choice: exile from Lunos or demotion to the lowest of trainees. Subject again to the humiliations and deadly trials they endured centuries ago, the males now face a new challenge—training Lera to survive.
River, Shade, Coal, and Tye will do whatever it takes to keep Lera safe. But Lera will do whatever she must to keep them together—even if it means putting herself in mortal danger.
Four elite fae warriors. One mortal female. A magical bond they can’t allow—or resist.
Orphaned and sold to a harsh master, Lera’s life is about mucking stalls, avoiding her master’s advances, and steering clear of the mystical forest separating the mortal and fae worlds. Only fools venture into the immortal realms, and only dark rumors come out… Until four powerful fae warriors appear at Lera’s barn.
River, Coal, Tye, and Shade have waited a decade for their new fifth to be chosen, the wounds from their quint brother’s loss still raw. But the magic has played a cruel trick, bonding the four immortal warriors to… a female. A mortal female.
Distractingly beautiful and dangerously frail, Lera can only be one thing—a mistake. Yet as the males bring Lera back to the fae lands to sever the bond, they discover that she holds more power over their souls than is safe for anyone… especially for Lera herself.
Power of Five is a full-length reverse-harem fantasy novel.
“There was rather little incentive to follow the rules at that point,” Tye said simply. “And smuggling pays well.” He swallowed painfully, unable to look at her for this part, to see in her eyes the moment she realized he’d been right to push her away. “Now do you see why I thought you should go with Shade? If it were up to me, Lilac Girl, I would never let you out of my sight for the rest of my life. But it
isn’t up to me, especially now that you know the full truth. You deserve better, Lera. You deserve the world.”
Silence trailed at the heels of Tye’s words, the cave around them a capsule of secrets. Each memory shoving itself insistently from its hiding place in the depths of Tye’s mind drove another needle into his soul. Fingers tightening on the rough stone, Tye inhaled the damp, mossy air and awaited judgment.
Several heartbeats passed before Lera rose to her knees, her cool hands gripping Tye’s face. Tipping it to look so deeply into his eyes that Tye felt his soul bared beneath her intense chocolate gaze. Stars, if the girl could make him feel so vulnerable with one look, what could she do with a word? A step? Fear crackled along his veins, but when he tried to pull back, to escape for a bit of air, Lera would
not let him.
“I see you, Tye.” Her words
rang gently through the cave, stopping Tye’s heart. “And I want you. Not for
play. I want you for you, forever.”
Tye’s blood stirred, waking
him to Lera’s words. She wanted him.
She wanted him.
The way he’d always longed
for her but had been so certain she would never feel in return. He stared into
her eyes, hardly daring to believe it.
“And I want forever to start
now, Tye,” she said quietly.
Alex Lidell is the Amazon Breakout Novel Awards finalist author of THE
CADET OF TILDOR (Penguin, 2013). She is an avid horseback rider, a (bad) hockey
player, and an ice-cream addict. Born in Russia, Alex learned English in
elementary school, where a thoughtful librarian placed a copy of Tamora
Pierce’s ALANNA in Alex’s hands. In addition to becoming the first English book
Alex read for fun, ALANNA started Alex’s life long love for YA fantasy books.
Alex is represented by Leigh Feldman of Leigh Feldman Literary. She lives in
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Brie picked the wrong guy—gave him the
When her fiance walks out three weeks before their wedding, she slowly picks up
the pieces with the help of her friends. A serial monogamist, she’s not quite
ready to start dating again. There are some things she misses about having a
boyfriend, though. Her friends convince her to try something more casual.
Random hookups have never been her thing. When a guy she has flirted with for a
while offers his services to solve her dilemma, she can’t help but be
intrigued. Now she’s trying to keep things casual, but when she’s wrapped in
his arms, it’s hard to remember she’s not supposed to be falling for him.
Max has had a few hookups since he split with his last girlfriend. Lately,
though, he feels like something is missing. He has crushed on the girl he
affectionately calls Cheese for years, but the timing was never right. When he
finds out they’re finally single at the same time, he is poised to make his
move. Unfortunately, she’s only looking for something physical. Of course, Max
is happy to oblige, but the more time they spend together, the more certain he
becomes that she’s the perfect girl for him.
He pulls out all the stops, and just when he’s about to make his move from the
friends-with-benefits zone to serious dating, Brie completely ghosts on him.
Now he has to figure out if she has really walked away, or if something more
serious is keeping him from the girl of his dreams.
Funny, sexy, and satisfying, The Dating Alternative is a standalone new
1 Excerpt – Sabrina
I lay on the bed, wearing my ex-fiancé’s t-shirt and remembering the night he
left me six months ago, I realize that tears are slipping silently down my
done reasonably well, too. The first week, I was catatonic. The first month, I
was practically a zombie. In those days, even showering on my day off had been
a challenge. Within a couple of months, though, I was doing better. By the
ninety-day mark, I could be mistaken for someone who hadn’t been virtually left
at the altar.
lying on the bed six months after Grant had thrown away our life together, I
was almost indiscernible from a normal girl. Looking at me most days, you would
never know that my life had been ripped apart by an exotic Olympian named
Isabel and my former fiancé, Grant.
sit up, realizing how far I’d come since that night. I put the back of my hand
up to one cheek, then the other. No more.
That asshole doesn’t get another single tear from me. Control-G-Delete.
Jennifer Woodhull is based in the Southern United
States, spending time in her second home of England, and traveling as often as
she can. Her love of travel permeates her work, and her characters often find
themselves exploring new and foreign surroundings.
A keen observer of human behavior, Jennifer often
draws inspiration from something as simple as a fleeting connection, or the
glimpse of a unique trait or characteristic. Her favorite place to write is on
“The drone of the engine, the scores of people,
all traveling to something or from something, and being disconnected from
digital distractions are a combination that provide the perfect place to
write,” she says. “If you see a woman in seat 9F who is balancing her
Macbook on her lap because it’s time to close your tray table, please have
patience. I’m just trying to finish one more sentence.”
Today Luna Kayne and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive content for KILL CODE, the first book in her new Romantic Suspense Series which releases on January 22, 2019! Check out the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!
HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO PROTECT THE ONES YOU
Ten years ago, a covert government operation
gone wrong separated Jack from Jessa, the girl he promised he would never
Jack’s special forces team receives a tip,
leading them to a remote farmhouse in search of a group of hackers led by the
elusive Zane who work for the same person he holds responsible for Jessa’s
death, ten years earlier.
Past and present collide as what was once lost
is now standing in front of him and appears to be working for the very evil he
is trying to end.
But is everything as it seems as secrets begin
to unravel and pieces are put back in their proper places?
And will the last missing piece, the answer to
all of their problems, be found in time?
*** Due to some dark and explicit themes in this
book, it is recommended for mature audiences only. ***
* Kill Code is the first book in a trilogy.
Prologue: 10 years ago
– Jack –
“Wake up, Jack. We’re moving out. Your
assignment is done.”
My commanding officer barks his orders
out, jolting me awake. I open my eyes and try to focus as the dawn barely
lights the room around me.
“What do you mean, done? Last night we
were waiting on the search warrants. We had the whole family. It was going
down… today.” Propping myself up on my elbows, I shake my head, trying to
will myself to catch up.
Going over the last few days in my head,
this doesn’t make sense. I’ve been on the ground with my unit for months now
working special ops undercover with local law enforcement on a federal level,
collecting whatever evidence we could and rounding up witnesses. Everything
finally began to snowball together three days ago.
First one witness came forward, then a
second, then the third came in with solid proof. With Port Thomas being a
smaller city nestled near the coast in Oregon, law enforcement is always
underfunded so they were thankful for the additional manpower, as long as we didn’t
step on too many toes.
We had our mission in place for today,
but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
“It blew up. Shit went down a few hours
ago. Apparently, they knew we were coming. The Sparr family is gone. All of the
evidence against them is now speculative. Four witnesses are dead. Another two
are missing.” Then, as he opens his mouth, I see the hesitation in his eyes as
his body physically braces for a fight.
“Jack.” My commander starts then stops,
carefully considering his words with a frustrating pause. “It’s Jessa. Both her
and her brother’s bodies are missing.”
“What do you mean, missing?” Then the
weight of his words hits me. “Wait. What do you mean, bodies?” I bolt out of
bed onto shaky legs as I feel my world begin to crumble piece by piece.
He chose his words carefully. She isn’t
Her body is missing.
“Her family was in a car accident just
outside of town at the bridge. It looks like they went over the cliff. Her
parents’ bodies were recovered from the ravine along with the car. We don’t
know yet if it’s related but three other people from the company are dead as
well. It was a quick job.” He glances around my area as I feel panic begin to
flow through my veins.
“Maybe Jessa and Travis weren’t in the
car. Did you check their house?” I counter in a desperate attempt to think of
something they haven’t yet.
Thoughts quickly come to me. I just saw
both Jessa and Travis yesterday. We were all talking about how fast our high
school grad is coming up in a few months. For siblings, they are almost
inseparable. Twins who look nothing alike but finished each others sentences at
When I started this undercover op, six
months ago, I never expected to meet someone like Jessa. I was just a kid
myself at 23 and I was five years older than her and her brother. But I fit
into their senior year in high school. No one knew my secret.
Everything about Jessa just fit for me.
And now they are both missing.
“We’ve been to the house and the
hospital. We retrieved the car an hour ago. The back side window was broken out
from the inside. We found her school bag in the back seat. And before you ask,
we already have over half the team in on the search. We’ve been working with
the local guys and they have all of her information. We’re checking the river
banks as well as the water. Anyone making it out will be found, unless…” His
voice trails off in realization that he said too much, but I pick up where he
“Unless they got pulled under and sucked
down the rapids.” I feel my empty stomach clench tight.
His eyes stay locked on me as I pause to
gather my thoughts then, without pretense, my body involuntarily spins to get
dressed and go after Jessa and that’s when I notice them.
Two men standing behind my commanding
“Look, Jack. We know you and Jessa
became close but you need to let the team handle it. Finding her and her
brother is their priority while we’re still here. Our mission still stands
though and your orders are to pack up and let them do their job.” His attempt
at pacifying me is beginning to speak to a part of me that I don’t want to show
as the way he trivializes my feelings for her ignites my fight or flight
We didn’t become close.
She was it.
She was everything.
She was mine and after the arrests were
made, I was coming for her. I was going to come clean about everything. I was
going to tell her I was undercover and older than she thought I was. I was
going to ask her to forgive my secrets and I was going to tell her I loved her.
Now she’s gone.
Luna Kayne is a
multi-published author in the romance and erotica genres. Her creative works
include novels, novelettes and a book of poetry and prose.
Within the romance
genre, her books and short stories are also listed under suspense, paranormal,
BDSM and contemporary.
THE MISTRESS OF DESIRE & THE ORCHID LOVER: THE QUEST
A Geek, An Angel Publishing
November 3, 2018
After a torrid love affair, shady businessman Delmar Devereaux disappeared from Tiara Blake’s life, leaving her to raise their twin sons on her own. So, when he shows up unannounced one day, her first instinct is to kick him to the curb.
But Delmar has discovered a century-old curse placed on the pair by their ancestors—and he needs Tiara’s help to break it. Ending the curse means they will have to learn to trust each other, which won’t be easy when their explosive secrets are revealed.
Once again torn between lust and duty, can Delmar and Tiara discover the true meaning of love in order to break the curse before it’s too late? Or will their complicated past doom them forever?
Join Delmar and Tiara as they go on a sensually sizzling action-packed quest to discover if it’s true, you only get one love in a lifetime!
Can a quest to break an ancient curse give two former lovers a second chance?
Since I barely received the book today I have yet to read it. So my review will be delayed till I had a chance to read the book. Once I finish the book I will post my review and my rating.
J.A. Jackson,is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry, mature/adult, romantic, suspenseful, and entertaining novels with a unique twist.
Today Jennifer Woodhull and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive content for THE DATING ALTERNATIVE, her New Adult Contemporary Romance which releases December 26, 2018! Check out the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!
Brie picked the wrong guy—gave him the wrong finger.
When her fiance walks out three weeks before their wedding, she slowly picks up the pieces with the help of her friends. A serial monogamist, she’s not quite ready to start dating again. There are some things she misses about having a boyfriend, though. Her friends convince her to try something more casual. Random hookups have never been her thing. When a guy she has flirted with for a while offers his services to solve her dilemma, she can’t help but be intrigued. Now she’s trying to keep things casual, but when she’s wrapped in his arms, it’s hard to remember she’s not supposed to be falling for him.
Max has had a few hookups since he split with his last girlfriend. Lately, though, he feels like something is missing. He has crushed on the girl he affectionately calls Cheese for years, but the timing was never right. When he finds out they’re finally single at the same time, he is poised to make his move. Unfortunately, she’s only looking for something physical. Of course, Max is happy to oblige, but the more time they spend together, the more certain he becomes that she’s the perfect girl for him.
He pulls out all the stops, and just when he’s about to make his move from the friends-with-benefits zone to serious dating, Brie completely ghosts on him. Now he has to figure out if she has really walked away, or if something more serious is keeping him from the girl of his dreams.
Funny, sexy, and satisfying, The Dating Alternative is a standalone new adult/contemporary romance.
Chapter 1 Excerpt – Sabrina
As I lay on the bed, wearing my ex-fiancé’s t-shirt and remembering the night he left me six months ago, I realize that tears are slipping silently down my cheeks.
I’ve done reasonably well, too. The first week, I was catatonic. The first month, I was practically a zombie. In those days, even showering on my day off had been a challenge. Within a couple of months, though, I was doing better. By the ninety-day mark, I could be mistaken for someone who hadn’t been virtually left at the altar.
Now, lying on the bed six months after Grant had thrown away our life together, I was almost indiscernible from a normal girl. Looking at me most days, you would never know that my life had been ripped apart by an exotic Olympian named Isabel and my former fiancé, Grant.
I sit up, realizing how far I’d come since that night. I put the back of my hand up to one cheek, then the other. No more. That asshole doesn’t get another single tear from me. Control-G-Delete.
Jennifer Woodhull is based in the Southern United States, spending time in her second home of England, and traveling as often as she can. Her love of travel permeates her work, and her characters often find themselves exploring new and foreign surroundings.
A keen observer of human behavior, Jennifer often draws inspiration from something as simple as a fleeting connection, or the glimpse of a unique trait or characteristic. Her favorite place to write is on airplanes.
“The drone of the engine, the scores of people, all traveling to something or from something, and being disconnected from digital distractions are a combination that provide the perfect place to write,” she says. “If you see a woman in seat 9F who is balancing her Macbook on her lap because it’s time to close your tray table, please have patience. I’m just trying to finish one more sentence.”
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