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Charmed, I’m Sure Author: Christine Pope

Title: Charmed, I’m Sure
Author: Christine Pope
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Lou Harper – Cover Affairs
Editor: Katherine Tomlinson, Story Authority
Publication Date: December 11th, 2019
Blurb:
Is their love the perfect Christmas gift…or a curse?
Allan D’Alessandro thought he had his ticket out of Hell secured. Until his alleged “soul mate” bailed, leaving him only three weeks — three weeks — to lose his heart and be loved in return. For real. Or for real he can kiss the Hollywood glamor, the hilltop house, the Tesla roadster goodbye. And say hello to his old job as Asmodeus, object of his fellow demons’ eternal derision.
But there’s that aquamarine-eyed wedding planner who pulled off Lucifer’s nuptials without a hitch. She’s all about romance, right? Wooing her should be a piece of cake. Wedding cake, if he plays his cards right.
Belinda Carson has had to get used to letting men walk out of her life. She has no choice — any man who falls in love with a Carson witch is guaranteed a gruesome fate. So she uses her magic to create perfect weddings…just not her own.
But surely there’s no harm in indulging in a harmless holiday fling with the sandy-haired Hollywood agent whose megawatt smile lights up her world. After New Year’s, they’ll go their separate ways. They’ve agreed. It’s all set.
Except he’s dismantled all her defenses. And this time, her heart isn’t letting go….
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USA Today bestseller Christine Pope is the author of the paranormal romance Witches of Cleopatra Hill series and the Djinn Wars series, among many other books (sixty and counting!). Researching UFOs brought her to magical Sedona, Arizona, where she now makes her home. Find out more about her books at christinepope.com.
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Shifter’s Storm Ice Age Shifters Book 5 Carol Van Natta

 

Shifter’s Storm

Ice Age Shifters

Book 5

Carol Van Natta

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Chavanch Press
Date of Publication: 12 December 2019
ISBN: 978-1946165176
ASIN: B081NPSFT9
Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 49,000
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey,
Razzle Dazzle Design
Tagline: In a dying fairy fantasy land, can two shifters tell if the magic between them is real?
Book Description:
In a dying fairy fantasyland, can two shifters tell if the magic between them is real?
While volunteering for hurricane cleanup, sheriff’s deputy and leopard shifter Chantal Hammond stumbles across two escapees from a fairy fantasyland. Unfortunately, when she tries to help, she ends up trapped. She quickly discovers she’s lost in a mini-world of trouble, and more captives need rescuing.
Prehistoric sloth shifter Dauro de Mar and his friends have cruelly been imprisoned in their animal forms for years. His plan to lead the escape is mostly wishful thinking until an intoxicating and magical leopard shifter arrives still in her human form. She’s their game changer.
It’s going to take Chantal’s and Dauro’s combined skills, magic, and courage to evade evil hunters and greedy fairies, and get everyone out of this mess. Especially since the fairy fantasyland is disintegrating. Can they fight off danger—and their sizzling attraction—long enough to win their freedom? Or will they be destroyed by the mother of all storms when this magical land dies?
Find out today in Shifter’s Storm, another sizzling hot Ice Age Shifters® paranormal romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Carol Van Natta.
Shifter’s Storm is a complete story with a happily-ever-after and no cliffhanger, and can be enjoyed without having read the rest of the series.
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Excerpt:
Dauro ya
Ketumino da’Nok de Mar lumbered up onto the bank of the impossible river and
snorted forcefully to open his nose and ear flaps. The pretend sun was more
than halfway toward the far horizon. He shook up and down to help his fur shed
water.
The world shook.
Even the distant orchard trees to his left swayed.
What?
Dauro’s giant
aquatic sloth form was massive, but not that massive. Certainly not massive
enough to shake an entire magical fairy demesne.
The world shook
again, longer this time. Water sloshed onto the river’s banks, lapping at his
back paws.
When Nessireth,
the ancient fairy who created the demesne to house her collection of aquatic
exotics like him, went on a rampage, the wind blew heat and the central castle
trembled. But she’d died and turned to fairy dust two months ago.
A memory
surfaced of feeling something similar a couple of hundred years ago, soon after
Nessireth moved the demesne from the high, cold place to a warm island
location. The demesne’s anchor had been tugged by a violent real-world storm
she’d called a hurricane. After a second one a few years later, she’d used her
then-abundant magic to add more anchors. That cured it.
Dauro also
remembered a recent comment from Kelvin, the young pygmy hippopotamus shifter
who had been Nessireth’s final acquisition. Humans were now living everywhere,
and they’d been burning forests and fossils. Scientists said it changed the
climate and predicted more hurricanes.
Dauro believed
it. Heat and magic were similar—increased energy in a stable spell guaranteed
unstable results.
More shaking.
The river water surged in a wave, wetting his front paws.
Fairy demesne
magic made the circular river constantly flowing to provide habitat and feeding
grounds for him and the other aquatic shifters and creatures. It hadn’t ever
changed… until today.
That brought
home to him that he and others needed to get serious about escaping. Nessireth
had bragged about spending millennia to construct her demesne, but it was
decaying daily without her active magic to maintain it. The false moon wasn’t
as round as it used to be, and had a noticeable pink tint. Just last week, the
constant breeze had taken to gusting chaotically.
None of the
captives knew what would happen if the demesne collapsed with them still
inside. Dauro was certain it wouldn’t be good.
His giant sloth
liked solitary peace and quiet, but his suppressed human side knew he needed to
check on the rest of his friends. Nessireth’s death had given him more freedom
than the others. And his limited telepathic skills as a sloth meant he had to
visit them himself. Nessireth had forced each of them to remain their animal
form, and the demesne would keep them that way forever… as long as the magic
held.
As the oldest of
Nessireth’s acquisitions, he’d become the sinchi, the temporary champion of the
collection. In his opinion, formidable size, war experience, and a talent for
magic while in animal form didn’t make him a leader, but he was the best they
had.
Before his
energy-saving sloth succumbed to the lure of a nap, he plunged back into the
water. Digging his strong, clawed toes into the silty bank, he let the water
flow over him for a minute while he thought. Downstream was the long way around
the river, but wouldn’t tire him out as fast. So far, the magical
protein-enriched sea grasses he depended on for food still grew overnight, but
for how long?
He shoved off
and let the current help him swim toward his friend Sunscar’s territory. The
closer he got, the more the magic in the water felt as agitated as the river
itself.
And no wonder,
because the lake’s wall was breached. Instead of an orderly river running next
to a placid pool, the whole area was now a flooded swamp. The demesne’s castle
was already repairing the wall, but the water had no natural way to drain back
into the lake.

 

Even worse, the
damage had activated the water-based defensive spells, which were fighting with
the castle’s defenses. Grab-weed tried to strangle the broken pieces of the
wall, as if they were attackers. Two of the animated castle statues tore at the
weeds so the wall could heal.
 
About the Author:

 

Carol Van Natta is a USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning science fiction and fantasy author. Series include the Central Galactic Concordance space opera series that starts with Overload Flux and Minder Rising, and the Ice Age Shifters paranormal romance series that starts with Shifter Mate Magic and Shift of Destiny. She shares her Fort Collins, CO home with a resident mad scientist and just the right number of equally mad cats.
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Jasper Author: Apryl Baker

Title: Jasper
Author: Apryl Baker
Genre: Security Romance, Holiday Romance
Publisher: Crave Publishing
Publication Date: December 10th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Jasper
Honor.
Duty.
Loyalty.
Three ideals every Marine lives by, and Jasper Watkins is no different.
Only he’s lost his edge. He’s failed in his duty to keep someone safe, not once, but twice, and he doesn’t know why. He blames himself and feels he’s lost the respect of the people who matter to him. To get his head on straight, he goes to ground in a little nowhere town where he won’t be found.
Only fate throws a wrench in his plans in the form of a beautiful blonde who loves Christmas, kittens, and sassing him., He soon finds himself caught up in her secrets—secrets that may get them both killed.
Sloane
Wrong place wrong time.
If she’d just stayed in the wedding tent, she never would have seen men dumping body parts, and she’d be safe and sound in her Miami apartment putting up Christmas decorations.
Instead, she finds herself hiding at her cousin’s farm, bunking with a complete stranger who thinks he’s all that. And he is. Just don’t tell him.
The more time she spends with her unwanted housemate, the more she starts to unravel the mystery that is Jasper Watkins. .
She finds herself falling fast and hard for a man who can break her heart, but he also has the ability to save her not only from the cartel, but from herself.
Christmas is a time to bring people together, and if the two of them get out of each other’s way, they might just find their own Christmas miracle.
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So who am I?
Well, I’m the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friends laugh at me when I scare myself watching them and tell me to stop watching them, but who doesn’t love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.
Now, I live in a small town in West Virginia where I entertain my niece and nephew and watch the cats get teased by the birds and laugh myself silly when they swoop down and then dive back up just out of reach. The cats start yelling something fierce…lol.
I love books, I love writing books, and I love entertaining people with my silly stories.
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A Cowboy Christmas Shanna Hatfield

A Cowboy Christmas by Shanna Hatfield – Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza

A Cowboy Christmas    

Shanna Hatfield



Genre:  Non-fiction, Holiday, Cooking, Ranch Life

Publisher: TwoDot

Date of Publication:  September 17, 2019
ISBN: 1493042343
ASIN:  B07V718QRB
Number of pages:  304
Tagline:  The jangle of spurs mingles with the jingle of sleigh bells in this celebration of Christmas—cowboy style!
Book Description:
Welcome home to an amazing western holiday with A Cowboy Christmas. A collection of unique holiday décor, traditions, recipes, and guides for entertaining with ease make this your go-to resource for an amazing western Christmas.
Filled with stories of real-life ranch families and rodeo cowboys, get a glimpse into their traditions, try their family recipes, and experience their lifestyles. From preserving memories of the past to tips for wrapping presents, discover the special touches incorporated throughout this book that make it a holiday keepsake you’ll cherish for years to come.
Brimming with holiday cheer, recipes with full-color photographs, and one-of-a-kind ideas, this book is a wonderful celebration of the holidays that will help make your Christmas unforgettable.
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Shades of black randomly
interspersed with hues of tan and gray surrounded me as I gazed over a sea of
cowboy hats at the Las Vegas airport.
After working our way through the
crowd, my husband, Captain Cavedweller, and I settled at our gate to wait for
our flight. While he read the newspaper and jiggled his boot-covered foot
impatiently, I observed those milling around. Like us, hundreds of cowboys
prepared to depart after attending the Wrangler National Finals Rodeo and many
of the accompanying activities.
Each December, the city of Las
Vegas takes on a country vibe as the rodeo comes to town, bringing hundreds of
vendors, thousands of spectators, and a whole lot of fun.
As we sat at the airport that
morning, the idea for a story began churning in my head.
Since so many of the cowboys who
compete professionally spend a good deal of time traveling, I began to wonder
how many of them flew from one rodeo to the next. If they were flying, it made
sense that they might meet a girl at an airport who turned their head.
I began jotting down notes for a
story idea and by the time we reached home, The Christmas
Cowboy
(Rodeo
Romance Series
Book 1) was born.
While researching details for The Christmas
Cowboy
, which involves a saddle bronc rider as the hero, I became
aware of a wonderful organization — the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund.
For those unfamiliar with the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund, the organization
provides help to injured rodeo athletes. The men and women who are professional
rodeo athletes know it isn’t a matter of if they get hurt, but when. Many of
them are uninsured, so when an accident happens, it can be devastating
physically, emotionally, and financially.
That’s
when the JCCF steps in and offers a hand up to steps in offer financial
assistance to rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries that leave
them unable to compete for an extended time. Rather than worry about how
they’ll pay their bills, they can focus on healing. One thing I especially
admire about the JCCF is that 100 percent of the donations go to the cowboys
who need it. They don’t take out administrative expenses or fees.
This is the sixth year for my  Read a Book, Help A Cowboy campaign that raises funds and awareness for the JCCF. Now
through Christmas Eve, I will donate
ten percent of the proceeds from every book purchase to the JCCF.
A
wonderful addition to this year’s campaign is A Cowboy
Christmas
. The book features 300 pages of western holiday fun
with more than 70 full-color recipes.
The
jangle of spurs mingles with the jingle of sleigh bells in this celebration of
Christmas—cowboy style!
Welcome home to a western holiday
with A Cowboy
Christmas
. A collection of unique holiday décor, traditions, recipes,
and guides for entertaining with ease make this your go-to resource for an
amazing western Christmas. Filled with stories of real-life ranch families and
rodeo cowboys, get a glimpse into their traditions, try their family recipes,
and experience their lifestyles. From preserving memories of the past to tips
for wrapping presents, discover the special touches incorporated throughout
this book that make it a holiday keepsake you’ll cherish for years to come.
Brimming with holiday cheer, recipes with full-color photographs, and
one-of-a-kind ideas, this book is a wonderful celebration of the holidays that
will help make your Christmas unforgettable.
Several of the rodeo cowboys
featured in the interviews talk about how the JCCF offered a hand up to them
and their families when they most needed the help. And a few of them shared
their favorite holiday recipes!

 

Don’t miss this holiday keepsake! 
About the Author:

 

 
USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm, humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up unforgettable characters, twisting plots, or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Supernatural, Uncategorized

Blake Manor Maghen Connolly

 

Blake Manor
Maghen Connolly
Genre: Supernatural Fiction
Date of Publication: August 23rd 2019
ISBN:  9781088498682
ASIN: B07W3QCQNQ
Number of pages: 407
Word Count: 90,938
Cover Artist: Michael Weick
Tagline: Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.
Book Description:
Be careful what you wish for, you just might find it…
Kyra Blake just wanted the answers to who her mother was before she was born. What kind of family she was a part of. With her mother’s untimely death years ago, she thought those were answers she would never receive, until a phone call changed her life. She discovers from one phone call, three things. A town deep in the backwoods of Maine that her mother was raised in. Within that town a house she never knew her family owned. All left to her by an uncle she never knew existed. Finally, she will discover, along this trip to the deep parts of Maine, not only who her mother was, but who she truly is as well. She will learn of a legacy that she cannot escape, one covered in mystery, shrouded in blood, and fated from the moment she took her first breath.
She wants answers, well she’s about to get them. The only question is, can she live with what she discovers…
Within the halls of Blake Manor, secrets will feed off of you. Family secrets will be discovered, and the past is never at rest, it’s just been waiting for Kyra to come home…

 

Excerpt:
Prologue
20 years…
It’s always been
this way. 20 years of laying my head on my pillow at night just to wake up the
folliwing day exhausted and confused . A feeling of melancholy always consuming
me. It’s getting to the point that I am begging to question what’s real and
what’s just in my mind. It all comes down to those damn dreams.
20 years I’ve
dreamed of her. I don’t know her name or who she is, or if she’s even real. But
I know the gentle touch of her hand as it reaches for mine. Know the power of
her gaze as she uses there full weight to stare at me. Never once looking threw
me but looking at me as if we are long forgotten friends. I smile at her as I
always do and extend my hand towards her. Knowing that she will take it as she
always has before.
20 years and
we’ve never spoken, not one word. We just stand frozen before one another, not
being able to say the things were really feeling. Or put into words the
randomness and oddness of this recurring dream that we both seem to share. I
slowly feel myself being pulled back into the world of the living. Into the
world of reality and being pulled farther away from her. The one place even in
silence I feel completely myself. How I hate to leave her.
She smiles at me
as I begin to fade and soon wake. I can feel it almost cut into the air like a
sharp blade. The change she looks behind her for the first time into the
nothingness surrounding us. She turns back. Whipping her strawberry blonde hair
out of place. Fear grips her angelic features I can see the fear in her Light
green eyes.
‘Help Me’’.
Her voice cut
through the quiet and makes me suck in a shaky breath. So beautiful she sounds
even more so then I could have ever dreamed. This would be beautiful if I
didn’t hear the complete terror in her voice.
I stand frozen I
try to speak but it’s as if my lips are glued shut. She walks over towards me
and places her hands on either side of my face. I avert my gaze for what felt
like a mere moment but who knows how long it actually was. I see a mark on her
wrist and try to adjust my eyes to get a clearer look. A Blue butterfly
spreading out its wings is burned into her Right wrist.
A tattoo?
‘’Help me.’’.
She pleads with
me. Her eyes begin to tear I can see the look in her eyes begging me to
understand what she’s trying to say. Instead however I am left more confused
than ever.
‘‘Say Something!’’.
She screams.
I look right
into her sea green stare truly look. For the first time my lips start to
unlock.
‘‘How do I help
you? I don’t even know who you are. You’re not real just a figment of my
imagination. I wish you were real after all this time but you’re not you can’t
be so you see I can’t help you. Because you don’t exist.’’.
She smirks at my
reply.
‘‘Nothing is a
dream Alex.’’
Suddenly the
room we are standing in begins to take on a more definite shape and as my eyes
begin to adjust more to the light I notice a pale hand gripping her left
shoulder.
I walk closer
towards her
Suddenly the
Hand falls from her shoulder and a woman steps forward.
Looking no older
than me. She looks at me with identical Emerald eyes as the girl I have dreamed
about for as long as I can remember. She looks at my Dream girl and smiles a
kind knowing smile. Suddenly I am overcome with the Feeling of love and joy and
something bitter … Something I can almost taste on my tongue. Regret. She steps
closer to me and grabs my hand into hers I can feel the heart radiating from
her grip like a hot iron I moan slightly at the pain. I try to remove my hand
from hers but she’s got it tight within her own. She looks at me and smiles
like a mother would to a beloved child.
She opens her
mouth to speak and I am taken aback by how much she sounds like the young woman
next to her who I feel I have known all my life.
 ‘’ She’s coming home. You’ll know her the
second you see her’’
She turns her
head looking at the young woman and then back at me
‘’ But the
problem is she won’t know you so you’ll have to help her to remember’’.
‘‘Remember
what?’’.
She smiles at
pats my hand reassuringly.
‘’ Help her to
Remember You. Help her to remember who she truly is. Help her to Remember me.
But most importantly keep Her Safe Alex. We’re all counting on you to keep her
safe…? To help her whatever comes ‘’
‘’ Who is
Counting on me you and who else?’’
For the first
time I can see true sadness come over her beautiful features She scowls and
downcast her eyes and I can feel the true pain whatever this is overtaking her.
She looks back
up at me
‘’ I hope for
your sake and hers you never find out that answer. Just promise me you will do
as I say.’’
I didn’t even
hesitate.
‘’ I promise.’’
I can feel
myself slowly waking up being pulled awake the image in front of me begins to
fade my dream girl has disappeared completely … All I can see now is the face
of this Other woman I hold on as hard as I can.’’
‘’ Wake up
Alex’’
‘’ What’s her
name?’’
She turns around
also noticing she is no longer with us. I see a tear slide down her cheek.She
turns back at me and right when I think I can no longer hold on I hear her
answer my question with a whisper.
‘’ Kyra’’.
I sit bolt
upright in bed trying to catch my breath and still my raging heart. None of
that has ever happened before. We’ve never spoken or asked the other for any
type of help. It was just a silly crazy dream I try to tell myself. Like all
the other nights before. My mind is once again playing cruel tricks on me.
At least that’s
what I tell myself. Suddenly I hear light pounding on my window Paine. I stand
and slowly walk over to my window and throw open the blinds. What I see shocked
me and run’s my blood cold. I pinch myself almost certain it’s another dream. I
pinch myself and soon realize it can’t be I’m awake.
Something is
definitely wrong in my small town of East brook Maine. A lot of crazy things
have happened here in the past but what I see before me is certainty a first.
Waking up to a snowstorm in the middle of July.
Needless to say
I grabbed my car keys and got the hell out of there. I ran not walked to my car
and drove pajamas and all to the only person in the world that would understand
this. The only person in the world that wouldn’t think I’m crazy. My sister.
‘What the hell
is going on either I’m losing my mind which is a very real possibility I admit.
Or something really wrong is happening in East Brooke and I know in my bones it
has something to do with her.
The girl with
the Deepest green eyes I’ve ever seen.
The most beautiful
Strawberry blonde hair.
What really
takes the cake is her tattoo a butterfly. It’s the first solid thing to make me
believe she’s real and not some crazy figment of my imagination. Just when I
think I’m over analyzing the situation. Hale the size of a basketball breaks my
windows. I swerve almost completely off the road.  Oh yes something is definitely wrong in East
Brooke and no matter what I’m going to find out what it is.
And as much as
I’m still in the dark about all of this I have something now that I never had
before. Something to hold onto when my mind begins to think it’s all a dream.
I have a Name…
Kyra.


About the Author:
 
Maghen Connolly is a writer from New York born and raised in Manhattan’s West Village with her mother, father, and a very cute cat.
She has always been an avid reader. She loves to read anything she can get her hands on, but her favorite genre is mystery. She’s also a huge horror fan having grown up on all the classics. The love of the scare has helped her create some of her most interesting and complex characters over the years.
She now lives in Queens with her fiancé and 2 rescue cats, Shadow and Shade.  She spends her days writing, over analyzing, watching horror movies, spending time with family, and eating some of the best food New York City has to offer.
 

 

Uncategorized, Urban Fantasy

Inheritance Deadly Curiosities Series Book Four Gail Z. Martin

Inheritance Deadly

Curiosities Series
Book Four
Gail Z. Martin
Genre: Urban fantasy
Publisher: SOL Publishing
Date of Publication: October 23,
2019
ISBN: 978-1939704986
ASIN:B07ZHKR2LD
Number of pages: 222
Word Count: 66000
Cover Artist: Lou Harper
Tagline: Can Cassidy and her friends find the demon box, stop the killer ghosts,
and break the Pendlewood curse before Beckford’s murderous cousins and the
vengeful demon destroy them all?
Book Description:
Book four in the Deadly
Curiosities series.Cassidy Kincaide runs Trifles & Folly in modern-day
Charleston, an antiques and curio shop with a dangerous secret. Cassidy can
read the history of objects by touching them, and she teams up with friends and
allies who use magic and paranormal abilities to get rid of cursed objects and
keep Charleston and the world safe from supernatural threats.
Caribbean ghosts terrorize
Charleston and start racking up a body count. Then Beckford Pendlewood, the
heir to a powerful family of dark warlocks, shows up raving about a bound demon
locked in a lost box and begs sanctuary. Can Cassidy and her friends find the
demon box, stop the killer ghosts, and break the Pendlewood curse before
Beckford’s murderous cousins and the vengeful demon destroy them all?
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Excerpt
1 from Chapter 1 484 words
“I have a
problem antique I’d like you to take a look at.” The man on the other end of
the call sounded rattled. I recognized his name—Alfred Stone, from Stone
Auctions—but I didn’t think we had ever spoken, let alone met.
“What kind of
‘problem’ does it present?” I asked. A number of possibilities came to mind.
“Questionable provenance? Not sure how to authenticate?”
“I think it’s
trying to kill me.”
Well, damn. That
kind of problem. “All right, Mr. Stone. Try to stay calm.”
“I just told
you, it’s trying to kill me. I heard you…know…about these things. Please, help
me.”
Across the
store, Teag Logan glanced up to make sure everything was all right. I nodded,
and he went back to helping a customer.
“I can come now.
Are you at the showroom?”
“Yes. Thank you.
And…please…hurry.”
I ended the call
and sighed. This might be the first time Alfred Stone had an antique try to
kill him, but that made it just another day here at Trifles and Folly.
I’m Cassidy
Kincaide, and I own Trifles and Folly, an antique and curio shop in historic,
haunted Charleston, South Carolina. The shop has been in my family for more
than three hundred years. While we’re known as a great place to buy
high-quality antiques, the shop is also a cover for the Alliance, a coalition
of mortals and immortals who save Charleston—and the world—from supernatural
threats. I’m a psychometric, which means I can read the history and magic of
objects by touching them. Teag is my assistant store manager, best friend, and
sometimes bodyguard—and he’s also a talented Weaver witch. Sorren, my business
partner, is a nearly six-hundred-year-old vampire. Together with some other
friends with very specialized abilities, we do our best to keep the world safe
from dark magic and things that go bump in the night.
“Problem?” Teag
asked when the customer left.
“I’m not sure,”
I replied. “Alfred Stone just called—from the auction house. He says he’s got
an item that’s trying to kill him.”
“You want me to
go with you?” Teag pushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes. His skater-boy
haircut and skinny jeans made him look younger than his late twenties. “Maggie
can handle the store.”
On cue,
Maggie—our lifesaver of a part-time associate—waved to agree from the other
side of the store. She was sporting a new bright pink streak in her short gray
hair, and it matched her sweater, a reminder—as if I needed one—that she
believed in taking risks and living large.

 

I reached up to
slick my humidity-frizzy strawberry blond hair back into a ponytail and shook
my head. “Let me go see what the problem is, and I’ll figure out what to do
from there. It’s not far away, in case I need to give a shout.”
 

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Gail Z. Martin writes epic
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books include Reckoning, Sellsword’s Oath, Inheritance, CHARON, Wasteland Marshals.
As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance including the
Witchbane, Badlands and Treasure Trail series. Recent books include The Rising,
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Severed Bonds Author: Winter Paige

Title: Severed Bonds
Author: Winter Paige
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer: Melissa Teo
Publication Date: December 4th, 2019
Blurb:
Can He Be The Hero They Need?
Lilabelle has given her heart to Kendrick, a man who shares her haunted past. She knows they belong together even if it makes them targets to the monsters they’ve escaped.
Jaxx Andrews walks away from his life, determined never to allow somebody to hurt him again. Instead he is going to do the one thing he knows best, sacrificing himself for others. When he discovers the terror that surrounds Lilabelle and Kendrick, he is sure he has found a worthy cause, but is it something more?
Please note. Severed Bonds is a spin-off of the Devastation Duet and contains the same triggers. In order to fully understand and enjoy Severed Bonds you must first read Shattered Lies and Broken Trust (DD).
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Severed Bonds: https://amzn.to/2Rfq1h5
 
Winter Paige is a budding author in the genre of dark romance.
Shattered Lies is her debut novel. Born in the Capital city of WV she enjoys reading, traveling, and producing audio books. She is obsessed with signed paperbacks. Winter lives with her husband, four children and a cat she despises … and is tormented daily by chickens.
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“Come on, Jaxxson. Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed how quickly she flips,” he scoffs, roughly wiping away his tears. “One second, she is my sweet Dame. Wide-eyed with awe over the newness of our freedom and completely in love with the world around us. The next second, she is pulling that fucking blade from her boot and willing to take down anything in her path just to keep me safe. That Lil would watch the entire world burn with a smile as long as I was next to her, holding her hand. Then, there is- Jaxx I-” He buries his face in his hands, releasing another pained cry.
“There’s what, Kendrick?” I swallow hard, bracing myself for the next emotional blow.
 “The Lilabelle they broke, Jaxx. The little girl who cried for her Papa while I held her. The one I tried so fucking hard to protect and failed to, over and over. That is the Lilabelle I hear screaming in my dreams. I reach out for her tiny hand, and she slips from my grip every fucking night.” Kendrick looks up at me, pain clear in his eyes. “She still cries out for him, and I hate him for it.”