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Soul Reader

by Lisa Zajkowski

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GENRE: Paranormal Romance

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BLURB:

When skeptic Marvin meets artistic Natalie in a coffee shop on a cold October morning, the two fall fast in love, but nothing is ever as easy as it feels.

Natalie believes that a divine something is guiding her life for her greater good, and it seems to be true. She lands her dream job and she and Marvin marry at a beachside castle. However, the ease and flow of their lives start to change. At the same time that Natalie becomes pregnant, Marvin experiences strange symptoms and visits his doctor.

When faced with a diagnosis that changes everything and odd dreams of the child that hasn’t yet been born, will Marvin let go of his skepticism or will he miss out on a lifetime with his loving family?

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EXCERPT

Marvin heads into his oversized master bath to start the shower. He is sensitive when it comes to nature, so he has a top of the line water purification system that allows him to use the ocean water in his home. It siphons water from the ocean, removes the salt and impurities, and leaves him with the smoothest, cleanest water in town. He is hopeful that the city will one day take advantage of such a resourceful product, but he isn’t surprised that they haven’t. The water is silky and hot as it rains down on his body. His showerhead is automated with voice command, so he can tell it if he wants jet stream, raindrops, massage or pulsating. Marvin’s home may be more modest than most in the area, but he never held back on the luxuries of things he liked. He turns the steam feature on as he shuts the water off and grabs his towel. He loves standing in the steam, with it smelling the way only steam in a clean shower can smell. He has always been very in touch with his senses and felt them all deeply: touch, taste, smell, hearing, vision, and the unspoken sixth sense. He is unconsciously aware of his intuition because his analytical mind has yet to bring it forth; however, it will happen when the timing is right. He steps out of his steamy fortress, his hair awry, and drapes his towel over the shower door. As he steps in front of the mirror, admiring his sculpted body, he wonders if Talie might be up, if she was even awake.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links

Lisa M. Zajkowski has an exhilaration for life while exploring all areas from the ethereal to the ordinary, and she appreciates learning something from every aspect. Her main theme in life is fun, as she indulges in laughter and looks for the positive in every situation. She also thrives on pushing the boundaries of the body while enduring in the sport of Triathlon, having completed a Half Ironman. However, it’s her first love of running that brings her an immense sense of liberation and connectedness with the beauty of the world. Lisa loves connecting with people, and being a massage therapist allows her to do this as she enjoys helping people facilitate healing within their innate body systems. She is comforted in the softer side of life while cuddling with her dogs and cat, and desires to own a horse ranch. Lisa revels in the freedom of being fluid in her writing, taking pleasure in all genres of authoring. She is currently working on Drama, Sci-Fi, and Horror novels.

http://lisazajkowski.com/

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INTERVIEW

What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

Currently, Vanilla. It switches with mood and cravings. And even before I’ve submitted these questions, it has changed to mint chocolate chip that I put a little Almond milk in and make it more like a little milkshake.

Which mythological creature are you most like?

A Unicorn

First book you remember making an indelible impression on you.

“Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret?” I don’t remember how old I was when I read it, probably around 10 years old. I loved how it gave such fluidity, to talk to ‘your god’ wherever you were. It also touched on several adolescent issues of young women.

How do you develop your plot and characters?

I get an idea and I build my characters and plot from there. It’s a ‘now’ process for me, meaning I don’t usually plan ahead the ways it’s going to flow. Upon re-write things may change and be more fine-tuned.

Describe your writing space.

I feel it’s pretty ordinary. I write on my couch in my living room. I have a beautiful view of the intracoastal with a slight obstruction of 2 bikes on their trainers. I sometimes take my laptop with me and will write in various places, but the couch is where most of the magic happens! I suppose someday I’d like a writing room, but I don’t know. I like the freedom an open space gives without the feeling of ‘having’ to go to a different room to write.

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Spotlight – MERIDIAN CHRONICLES BLACK WIDOW CURSE & THE COVEN

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About the Author

MD Fryson

I am a wife and mom to three boys. I am an animal lover especially horses that I used to ride, train and show. Someday will do once more!

Favorite books are anything astrology, self help, motivation, romance and humor.

I love chocolate, coffee, my family (not in that order), and the beach.

I like to garden, hike, jog, swim and travel. My oldest two boys tell me I am weird as they laugh and I’ll take that as a good thing. I am told I am witty and sarcastic and I believe that comes out in my writing. 

The third installment to this series comes out September, 2019 and I am nearly finished with the last book to the series that comes out in 2020.

Website Link: www.mdfryson.com

Twitter Link: @madelyn_fryson

About the Book:

Title: MERIDIAN CHRONICLES BLACK WIDOW CURSE & THE COVEN
Author: M.D. Fryson
Publisher: AMF Publishing
Pages: 408
Genre: Paranormal Romance

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BOOK BLURB:

MERIDIAN’S curse has left her in a state all her own of amnesia. She is on Earth lost and afraid with only fragments to piece together her mysterious circumstance. The curse has taken the unimaginable from her, but that is just scratching the surface. The Black Widow curse will reveal itself through the demon’s riddle, the Coven and the Fairy Nymphs.

A trip back to Salem is just what the psychic ordered, but treachery lurks with an ex coven member who calls on demons. The demon realm offers more riddles than answers, but a stroke of luck from the high demon court, brings in a sophisticated demon, Lahash who has grown tired of the games. 

The curse hides Meridian’s identity and her memory will unlock the Universal secret of her twin soul to find her way home. As Meridian finds Aiden so do the impacts of her curse and what it could do to their budding relationship. 

Meridian’s soul and fate are in the cross hairs, while the odds rise between the demons, witches and the fairies. 

Finally having found Aiden, the Fairy Queen comes through to send aid to Meridian, but she still doubts herself and contemplates running away from it all. Who is Meridian’s twin soul? Will she go back to Etheria or will the curse reign down on Meridian?
Find out in this dark and twisted paranormal romance. 

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Book Excerpt:

First Chapter

The air was crisp and cool as it danced around her face and through her messy raven hair. With a quick stop to investigate the window of the restaurant, she paused at the reflection staring back at her; Meridian did not recognize who she was. Her disheveled look was unflattering, and her dark and ominous wardrobe gave her the appearance of someone heading for a funeral, a fan of Johnny Cash, or on the other end, a lover of all things gothic. Wincing, she turned away from the stranger in the reflection and continued to walk down the street that she had once known in another life. Meridian had no idea where or who she was, or how she had arrived in such a state. With overwhelming emotions raging inside, the flush on her face gave color to her pale face, and her eyes appeared even more piercing with the compliment of the blush in her cheeks.

As she walked down the street from Aiden’s old school, her mind scrambled with thoughts. Her face devoid of movement, like a statue, it would not have been hard for any onlooker passing by her to see how lonely she felt. All Meridian could remember was Aiden and a distant memory of a name, Talon, but she was not sure why these names came to her and what the importance of these names was. The more her mind obsessively ran over thoughts of things she didn’t understand, the quicker her pace became as though she was running from something. Maybe she was running her way back to, in the very least, a clue that would brim with familiarity.

Meridian passed a few shops and a small bar that were out of place amongst the administrative offices and city hall. Meridian was unaware though; she wouldn’t have known what was out of place in this world. She stopped outside the bar, looked in the windows, and did not see anyone there. Moments later, she heard voices from inside as the door came open. A woman dressed very strangely was saying goodbye to the owner of the bar. “I will see you later, Stephanie!” she yelled out to the bar owner.

There Tallulah stood, looking at Meridian, adorned with jewelry of Celtic and Wiccan symbols. Her light brown hair was long, but strategically swept up in a messy bun atop her head and looked as though it had not seen a wash in a couple of days. Her clothes hung loosely on her large curvy body giving it a boxy appearance, her feet were hidden by the overture of her long dress, and she smelled of patchouli. Although Meridian was not quite sure what the scent was, as she had not encountered it before, it somehow gave her a sense of knowing and comfort. Meridian stared at the woman as she was trying to put together this feeling of familiarity. Tallulah waved her arms in sync with her exchange with the woman inside the bar, her large and gaudy bracelet chiming with every move of her hand. Meridian could not help but stare at the eccentric lady as she spoke to the other woman.

“Sure thing. Come by for a chat soon,” Stephanie answered back as Tallulah closed the door and took notice of Meridian’s stare. Tallulah’s smiling face quickly changed, and the twinkle in her eye disappeared as she looked at Meridian. Meridian’s expression struck Tallulah; as a psychic, she was too sensitive of a person to just walk on by.

“Hi, how are you?” Tallulah asked with concern.

Meridian stood with her arms crossed barely making eye contact. She kept her head down, kicking a small pebble on the ground as though that it was more important than Tallulah engaging in conversation with her. After a very long pause, she allowed her deep and mesmerizing green eyes to look up and quietly answer, “I am okay.”

“You sure you are okay? Are you looking for someone?” Tallulah asked.

“I really don’t know. I mean I do not know if I am okay or not, and I am looking for someone, but I do not know how to find him. His name is Aiden,” Meridian quietly explained, keeping her voice down as passersby continued to stare.

“Aiden? Hmm, I do not know anyone by that name. Are you from around here?” Tallulah inquired further.

“No, I am from out of town, and I do not know anyone here.” Meridian realized how she must sound to the stranger she was speaking to. She worried that this somehow familiar woman would see right through her, and in Meridian’s mind, there was no telling what that would entail for her.

“How did you get here? Do you have any parents or family? I see many people in my line of work, but I get the feeling I know you. Have we ever met before?” Tallulah was a little taller than Meridian, and she was bent at the waist just low enough to try to peer into Meridian’s eyes that were still locked on the ground. Her questions though innocent felt invasive to the lost and castaway spirit guide.

“What is your name, sweetie?” Tallulah pressed on after receiving no reply, “I am sorry I am asking you so many questions. Where are my manners? In a small town, we all try to help one another; we are all like family. I didn’t stop to think about how that may come across to a stranger.” Tallulah looked away from Meridian.

Meridian stopped kicking the pebble and looked up to the woman who had now stopped trying to make eye contact. “Meridian, I think. I am not sure. I can’t really remember things.” Meridian looked around seeking any clue to remind her of who she may be, but nothing was ringing any bells. As she heard herself speak, it left her feeling even more vulnerable and embarrassed.

“What happened? Were you in some sort of accident? I can call someone for you or take you somewhere if it would help you out,” Tallulah explained as she fumbled through her big purse digging for her cell phone. After several minutes of digging through a seemingly endless purse, Meridian put her hand out to Tallulah.

“No, no, it is fine, really. I don’t need you to call anyone for me. I don’t know what happened to me exactly. I just know I woke up in the high school parking lot, and I went into the school. The Principal called the authorities, but while I was waiting I asked if he knew where Aiden lived, and he said that he lived in a farmhouse off a county road outside of town. That was where I was headed when I stopped here,” Meridian said.

“Well, there aren’t but a few county roads around here in this small town. How come you didn’t wait for the authorities?” Tallulah asked further as she looked back at Meridian.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I have done anything wrong, I just had this name in my mind, and I wanted to find him.” Meridian paused. “I don’t even know him… I don’t think I do. I just…” Meridian stopped herself. She did not want to say anymore or mention Talon’s name.

“So, you do not remember anything but this Aiden’s name, and you do not know him, and you don’t know what happened?” Tallulah’s eyes were dark and soulful, like deep pools of water that were still and quiet. “I do not want to push, so I am going to get back over to my shop. If you change your mind, I would be happy to call someone for you. I do hope you are okay. Here is my card.” Tallulah had managed to pull an old bent up business card with her information on it and handed it over to Meridian. Tallulah began walking away across the street and back to her place.

Meridian took a glance at the card, and then she looked around at the street at all the people walking around. She looked back at Tallulah who had just made it to her door, and she was again digging through her big purse looking for her keys.

Meridian dashed across the street. “Right, but the strange thing is you seem familiar to me too, but I don’t know how,” she said.

Tallulah smiled as she pointed at a sign on the door that read ‘Psychic readings by Tallulah’. Meridian glanced up at the sign while Tallulah unlocked the door and walked in, leaving the door open for Meridian to follow. Tallulah went through her living area straight to the kitchen and set her things down. “I am the town psychic, and perhaps you came to me for a reading? I know that you seem familiar to me as well, but I have done so many readings that I cannot always remember each person.”

“Maybe I did. That could have happened.” Meridian walked in and took a look around. Tallulah had an old light brown carpet on the floor that looked as though it had been well maintained. Her walls were an old wood paneling job that were decorated with paintings of country fields and purple coneflowers. Scents of lavender were heavy as Meridian continued toward the kitchen. Tallulah’s table was small and decorated with a cheap linen cloth with red stripes and a centerpiece of large crystal quartz, set on a mirror with a crack in the center.

“Would you let me take you to the hospital to be checked to make sure that you are okay, at least? I can try to help you find your friend, and maybe he can help you find your parents and family. I am sorry I am not more help; I am uncertain what else I can do for you.” Tallulah filled her teapot from the sink and moved over to heat it up on the stove.

“Hmm, I do not want to go to the hospital right now. Is there something else I could do? Do you have any more suggestions?” Meridian dropped onto Tallulah’s large couch. Sitting down, she scooted all the way to the back of the couch where her feet dangled off the ground.

“Sure, I could give you a reading on the house? I may not be good at many things, but I am good at a reading – or so I am told.” Tallulah’s eye’s twinkled in the light coming in from her large picture window.

Tallulah led the way into her favorite room – the reading room. There were crystals placed throughout, and smudge sticks sitting on a shelf for customers to purchase. A red curtain separated the living-waiting room from her small and private area for clients. The charm hanging from the ceiling fan switch was two half-moons on either side of a moon with a Witch’s pentagram in the center, and Meridian walked over to the fan to reach up to touch the charm.

“That is my wind chime. I bought it while I went on a trip to Salem, Massachusetts… you know, for Halloween weekend. I always did enjoy going to Salem. I have plans to go back this year.” Tallulah attempted to hand Meridian a cup of tea, however, Meridian had not pulled her eyes away from the charm, barely taking notice of what Tallulah was sharing. Her thoughts were interrupted by a divine scent that immersed through the air as Tallulah stood next to Meridian holding her tea.

“What is that wonderful smell?” Meridian looked into the cup and inhaled the steam floating away from the cup.

“Oh, that is chamomile tea. I thought you would want a cup to warm you up. Fall is certainly in the air. I love to have my teas,” Tallulah said as she sat down at her table putting away her tarot cards. “Now, what can you remember about yourself?”

“I truly do not have a clue about my whereabouts or even where I come from. Judging by the way I am dressed, I look like I am going to a funeral, I guess?” Meridian looked down at herself and opened up her arms as she explained herself. “Well, maybe not a funeral. I am sure I would wear a sweater over a shirt like this.” Meridian pulled the end of her sheer black shirt that showed through to the black bra she was wearing underneath. The only thing she had on over her tawdry shirt was a black leather waistcoat that barely zipped up over her large breasts.

“Well, you look like maybe you like gothic style, and there is nothing wrong with that. It’s all right to be proud of your body. I mean, as long as you are comfortable with that kind of attention. I see a lot of that with my clientele. This little town is a wonderful place away from the bigger cities. It is small enough that most people who have lived here a long time know each other. However, it is growing, so we do see new faces more frequently. If you like the beach, we are just about an hour away, and there is plenty to do down at the boardwalk.

Meridian looked right at Tallulah. The psychic had jumped from her comment on Meridian’s wardrobe right into her sharing information on the area, but Meridian got hung up on Tallulah’s remark about her outfit. “Attention? I don’t understand.” Meridian took the seat across Tallulah’s reading table.

“Oh, now you have to know what kind of attention that you get. I am sure all the guys must look at you. I mean you definitely have the body to pull off your look well. Don’t be ashamed.” Tallulah didn’t give the raven beauty any time to respond, and she moved right on to what she knew she did best. “So, let us do a reading and see what I can help you out with.”

Tallulah closed her eyes. Soon she began to see images flash through her mind of Meridian and what she looked like as a guide. She had platinum blonde hair and a glowing tattoo on her wrist that represented Infiniti. She caught a glimpse of her own self and the woman she was reading back when Meridian, Relic and Caius came in to talk with her. She remembered that day and how odd it was to have spirits talking to her in the way they were with their strange requests. Tallulah could not get any more on Meridian, but she did see a glimpse of Aiden driving down his grandparent’s long dirt road to their home. With his window rolled down and his rock music blaring, his long blond hair blew around with the wind and his bright smile spread across his face. Tallulah opened her eyes, and she looked at Meridian with some confusion. She remembered the names of the guides, and it startled her that one of the spirits she had spoken to had the same name.

“What is it, Tallulah? Can you tell me anything?” Meridian’s excitement did not give Tallulah another moment to collect thoughts any further. She was leaning in and studying Tallulah’s face.

“Well, I got a flash of you, but you looked different. Can I see your wrist?” As Tallulah examined Meridian’s wrist, the tattoo was there, but it was not glowing white like she saw in her mind, it was just a simple black tattoo of the infinity symbol. Tallulah’s face showed her confusion, and Meridian was becoming just as confused. “Meridian, did you dye your hair? Or was it another color before?”

“What? I don’t think so.” Meridian walked over to the mirror on the wall as she looked at herself. “I would think that I have always had black hair and green eyes.”

“Well, in my vision I see you, but your hair is platinum blonde, and you still have green eyes, but they are a very light translucent green and they are very, well… deep would be a good word to describe them. They do not look like any green eyes I have seen before, and the tattoo was glowing and a silvery color, not black like it is now. The mark on your wrist seemed like a hologram that floated above your wrist, casting a dark silver or grey shadow, but it isn’t a shadow. This is all very different, compelling, and strange. I also saw a vision of a boy and wonder if this is your Aiden. He had blond hair, about shoulder length, and he was driving a black truck down a dirt drive to a farmhouse. That house looks like the one I pass on the way out of town, and I think this must be him. This is very strange,” Tallulah repeated as she questioned herself.

Meridian continued to study her reflection. Long, flowing jet-black hair and piercing green eyes. Her eyes were the only thing that made sense to her, but she still remained puzzled with her fuzzy memory, in contrast with what Tallulah said. Meridian’s delight left, and her statue-like expression returned – accompanied by the slump she had carried when she and Tallulah had met on the street. She plopped back down onto her seat at the table and put her head in her hands as she stared at Tallulah.

“Meridian, I was doing a reading last year for a client of mine, and I had to ask her to leave because I was getting some spirits making strange requests. They spoke to me, and I could hear them, and their names were Caius, Relic and…Meridian.” Tallulah stopped as she saw Meridian’s face light up. “They were Spirit Guides that watch over humankind.”

“Are you saying I am her? I am Meridian the Spirit Guide?” Meridian’s voice drifted as she pulled a strand of her hair in front of her eyes, for a closer look. “This makes no sense; how can I be a spirit and be here talking to you?”

“I don’t know, child. This is the strangest thing that has ever happened to me, and trust me, I have had some strange experiences. They were asking me about a Fairy Quartz stone and how to locate the family or persons who had it. I never truly answered them; I asked them to leave. I knew where the stone was, but I was afraid to say anything.” Tallulah took pause as she waited for Meridian’s reaction.

Meridian stood with her hand over her wide-open mouth, the shock evident in her expression. “Tallulah, I think I am her. I remember… I remember being here and seeing you and the stone, but I have no idea why I needed it. I am so confused, but this seems more like a dream I had. Nothing that would be realistic.” Meridian walked over to the couch and sat down in disbelief of her own thoughts. “Maybe this is a dream, and maybe I don’t remember because I was in an accident or something? I mean isn’t this backwards? Shouldn’t it be a human goes on to the spirit world, not the other way around?” Meridian looked to Tallulah for some semblance of comfort, but as she looked at the psychic, she did not find what she was looking for. Instead, Tallulah appeared to be just as confounded as Meridian.

After much urging from Tallulah, the pair went down to the hospital for a full work up, and to make sure there wasn’t anything that they could find to piece together Meridian’s circumstance. Tallulah had taken on quite a bit, and she questioned herself as to if this was really something she should be involved with. After the hospital checked Meridian, and they saw no signs of trauma, Tallulah felt better knowing that at least physically, Meridian was okay. The pair sat in the waiting room as they waited on more test results coming back from the lab.

“What else do we need to have tested?” Meridian was impatient as she sat drumming her fingernails on the magazine that lay on her lap.

“Well, I have never had this happen to me either, but I think it makes sense that we have you checked out. The next thing we will look at doing – if we can’t locate your family – is finding a place for you to stay. There are shelters here for folks who have nowhere to stay.” Tallulah sat with her large purse in her lap digging for her wallet, so she could get a drink from the vending machine. Meridian raised an eyebrow and smiled as she watched the digging.

“Why don’t you get a smaller bag?” Meridian elbowed Tallulah gently and laughed.

“Why should I? I like having what I need. It just takes me a while to get it!” She popped back at her new acquaintance. Tallulah made her way to the vending machine, and as she was putting her change in, one of the doctors who had seen Meridian for her checkup approached with a clipboard and some papers. Meridian stood and watched the pair visiting. Tallulah appeared confused as she shook her head several times and shrugged her shoulders as she responded to the doctor’s inquiries. After a few more moments, the doctor, alongside Tallulah, walked over to where Meridian was sitting in the waiting area.

“Meridian, I have the results of another set of labs we ran, and I am troubled by some of the results we have uncovered. It appears that you do not have a blood type. No matter how many times we rechecked for errors, the results are always the same. The strangest thing is, you seem fine, and there are no indications of anything that could be wrong with you. I have no reason to hold you here, except by you volunteering to run some more tests. Maybe there is something else that is going on with you that we have yet to uncover. I seriously think you should come back for some additional testing. If you don’t want to do it now, you can go to the front with an order, and they can schedule it.” Dr. Jones walked away leaving Meridian and Tallulah with an order to take for an appointment.

“I don’t want to do this!” Meridian shouted at Tallulah.

Tallulah paused and looked around struggling with what to do. “Okay, okay; calm down. You and I both know that there is more to you than we can share with just anyone. I am happy to know for the most part you are all right. We can hold onto the work order for now. I have some friends that may be able to help you, but you have to promise me that if for any reason we can’t uncover what we need to in order to satisfy your mystery, that you will come here and allow the staff here to take care of you.” Tallulah’s tone was forceful.

“Well, it doesn’t sound like you are giving me an option. I will only do so if they do not have a clue how to help me. It sounds to me as I am being volun-told,” Meridian acquiesced with a guarded endorsement. They left the hospital and found a shelter that Meridian was welcomed to stay in. Tallulah left Meridian there while making a few calls to help her out. One of those calls was back to her dear friend, Stephanie. Tallulah was hopeful she could put Meridian to work while they worked out the young woman’s perplexing circumstance.

VBT – Exit Stage Left

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Exit Stage Left
by Catherine Russell

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GENRE: Dark Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

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BLURB:

Megan O’Day seems to be navigating the unpredictable relationship with Geoffrey Drake, her centuries-old vampire guardian angel, rather well. But then his past suddenly rips him from her, forcing her to face the unknown future alone in the gripping sequel to The Stage.

Still bound to Geoffrey through the power of the Link despite his unexplained absence, Megan’s mind is flooded with his haunted memories. While she relives the darkest moments of his previous life, she discovers his attachment to a woman who bears a striking resemblance to her.

As she questions Geoffrey’s love for her, she strikes up a dangerous alliance with Geoffrey’s brother, Alexander, who is also a vampire. She hopes that he will help her find a way to rescue Geoffrey: instead, he seems to be awakening new emotions and desires within her.

As the past and present collide, Megan struggles to fend off Alexander’s dark seduction. Is Geoffrey truly beyond the reach of her love forever? If not, what must be sacrificed to bring them back together again?

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EXCERPT

An image of Dawn’s mangled, bloody body filled my thoughts, and I stopped sorting through my art supplies. It had happened just before Christmas. There was poor Dawn, distraught over her break-up with Ian, wearing my jack, and waiting in Geoffrey’s car in the alley behind The Stage.

They thought Dawn was me.

They- The Inner Circle, Geoffrey’s first coven-wanted him back.

Marco, his sire, was the head honcho there, and I its prime the coven had been quite large with a very strong presence in the community. As the years passed, it prominence had faded, but Marco still clung to his power. Geoffrey said that the older Marco got the more manipulative, abusive, and obsessive he became. It didn’t make sense. Marco had exiled him, and now he wanted his prized son back, even though Geoffrey’s twin, Alexander, was part of the Inner Circle. To top it off, they wanted me dead. Why? Because I came between Marco and Geoffrey? Was it because of the Link?

Shh, my love, said Geoffrey’s sweet, cool voice though the Link.

But I couldn’t keep my thoughts from whirling. Nerdy Chase Montgomery, my neighbor, was Geoffrey’s Guardian- a scholar of immortals, more or less. He was assigned to watch over Geoffrey, but he had trouble staying close to him. So he had followed me instead, filling my apartment with micro-cameras and audio pickups. When Geoffrey finally confronted Chase, I got a look inside his apartment-and at his computer screens. Nearly every inch of my apartment was under surveillance.

How fast everything had happened! Only four months ago, I started working at Ashleigh’s bar, The Stage, which was now the hottest club in Seattle. Geoffrey and his family which made up his band, The Darkness, were the house band there, and he and his family lived what they jokingly called an “alternative lifestyle”- even for vampires. Believing our human lives were too short as it is, they found other sources for their drug of choice, blood.

By the way, did I say reality bites? Yeah it does. I guess that comes with the territory when the one you love is a vampire.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

CATHERINE RUSSELL is the author of The Stage Chronicles, a paranormal vampire fantasy tetralogy for Barking Rain Press. Catherine grew up in Puyallup, Washington. After years of reading, her characters could no longer be ignored. Her family indulged her creativity with love and patience while she found her way through her first attempt to bring The Stage,  Book 1 in the series. She is hard at work at the second book in the planned quartet, Exit Stage Left. Catherine lives in Tacoma, Washington with her wife, their son, and a view of the Olympic Mountains. You can find out more about The Stage Chronicles at her website or Facebook page. You can also follow her on Twitter.

The book is on sale for $0.99 during the tour only.

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VBT – HEART STOPPING

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HEART STOPPING
by L.P. MAXA

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GENRE: Paranormal Romance

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Ten years ago Baze Carter fell irrevocably in love and knew he’d found his forever only to have her ripped from his arms, never to be seen again. Broken, and unable to find her, he made a life for himself as a baseball coach at St. Leasing School for Boys. Their secret, hidden for centuries, has been in peril for the past year, and now more than ever, Baze and his pack need to end the evil that plagues them. When Penelope Sutton is discovered bruised and battered lying in the road in front of his home, Baze is elated and murderous in equal measure. Anyone who dare harm his long lost mate will be made to pay, but not before Baze and Pen find their way back to each other.

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It was dark now; his packmates should be here soon. Which meant his alone time with Penelope was about to become almost nonexistent, so he didn’t want to waste any more of it talking about Franklin. While Jace’s house in the mountains was large, by anyone’s standards, there were about to be eleven people living there— eleven exceptionally nosy and interested people.

“I don’t know what happens next, Pen.” He went and sat back on the edge of the bed, his hands wanting more than anything to touch her soft skin. “My pack—”
“You really have a pack now? A real wolf pack?”

Baze smiled at that. He and his friends were an anomaly in this day and age; real packs were something of the past. “It happened slowly, over time. The four men I coach baseball with at St. Leasing are all shifters. Over the last year they’ve all met and mated. We live in close proximity of each other. We work together, we spend weekends together.” He shrugged. “Eventually we kind of slid into it I guess.”

“You’re the only one without a mate?” She was speaking to him, but she was looking at her lap.

“I have a mate.”

Her eyes flew to his, round and almost sad. “Oh, I didn’t realize—”

“You’re my girl, Penelope. You always have been, and you always will be. You’re my mate.”

She held her hand up, stopping his sappy declaration. “Baze. Look, I can’t sit here and act like I’m not glad that you aren’t bonded with someone else. But you can’t seriously think of me as your mate.”

“Why not? Don’t you still think of me as yours? You aren’t mated. I’d be able to tell. I’d be able to smell him on you.” The thought alone was hard to stomach.

“Are you telling me that you’ve spent the last ten years pining and celibate? You’ve slept alone every night with no one to comfort you but your hand?” she scoffed. “Because it seems to me a hot young baseball coach in a small mountain town would get plenty of play.”

“There have been other women, but they meant nothing. They were a means to an end, nothing more.”

“Be still my heart.” She rolled her eyes.

“You are mine, Penelope. You’re my mate. And as soon as things calm down around here, I am going to bend—”

“Whoa.” She held her hand up again. “I haven’t seen you in ten fucking years, Baze Carter. Don’t for one second think that I am going to let you mount me the second this house goes to sleep.” She shook her head. “I’m not some desperate chick in a small-town bar. It won’t be nearly that easy. History be damned.”

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L.P. lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, four chickens, two dwarf goats, and one adopted cat. The fish died. She is a full-time writer, and part time business owner. L.P. says she loves to read as much as she loves to write, and reading a good book is her reward after writing one. In her spare time, she fosters puppies for a rescue organization based in Austin.

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About the Author

Judy Serrano

Judy Serrano holds a Master of Arts in English from Texas A&M University, Commerce. She is the owner of Make Cents Editing Service, and was an adjunct professor at a local college. Currently she teaches high school English and is a freelance writer for certain on-line publications. Judy also writes romantic suspense and paranormal romance novels. She is the author of The Easter’s Lilly Series,The Linked Seriesand Ivy Vines, Visions.

Although originally from New York, Judy resides in Texas with her husband, four boys, four dogs and now two cats. She sings and plays guitar when she has time and enjoys singing with her very musical family in church when she is able.

Her latest book is the paranormal romance, LINKED.

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Title: LINKED
Author: Judy Serrano
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 265
Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Daphne Foster is a substitute teacher stuck in an English class, waiting for that dreaded parent-teacher conference. With much preparation and anxiety, she encounters the unforgettable Charlie Cross. His charm and good looks, win her over but rumors of his involvement with organized crime make his continued disappearances disturbing. In walks Heathcliff Vanderpool, creating a love triangle of unusual sorts. Unknown to Daphne, Heathcliff and Charlie are old friends: Older than she could have imagined. With Charlie away on business, Daphne and Heathcliff discover a passion between them lying beneath the surface. As their souls link, pulling away from Charlie becomes next to impossible. Will his involvement in organized crime consume them both before she’s able to get free? When you become “linked,” the choice may not be your own.

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The blood was pulsating through my veins and when I looked down, my hands were shaking. All that schooling and relentless training still did not prepare me for what was coming next. What would I say, and how would they react? All the uncertainty was driving me mad. Sometimes I doubted my very own motives. I took this job out of necessity, not out of a passion for my craft, and with every passing day, I grew just a little more disheartened.

I am a substitute teacher and this is my very first parent-teacher conference. Sometimes the meager pay that I bring home for this incredulous journey hardly seems worth it. I earned my degree, got my certification, and couldn’t find a job as a teacher. So, the principal promised me a teaching position if I would just do this one last thing… be a long-term sub for a high school English class. This has not been my finest hour. The teacher I replaced had already made a mess of things and the students were failing left and right. One of the moms called and demanded to know why her little Michael was failing. Maybe if he did his homework… is of course what I wanted to say, but now I have to face her and tell her why little Michael is my least favorite student in the class.

I got all my papers together and sat back down at my desk when Michael walked through my door. “Michael,” I started. “What are you doing here?”

Just then a very handsome man walked in behind him. He was about 5ft. 10, blond and blue-eyed, wearing faded jeans and a button-down, powder blue sports shirt. When he smiled, my knees went weak and I’m sure my face flushed. “I’m Charles Cross,” he said, putting out his hand to shake mine. “My friends call me Charlie.” He smiled. “You look surprised. We do have an appointment today, don’t we? I hope I didn’t get the date wrong.”

“I’m sorry, I was expecting Michael’s mother,” I told him. “And yes, we have an appointment. I’m Daphne Foster.”

“She was unavailable,” he continued. “So now I guess you’re stuck with me.” He pushed Michael ahead of him so that he would move farther into the room. I’m sure my face was still red.

“I don’t mind,” I told him. Little did he know that my insides were doing somersaults. “Please, sit down.” I motioned to the two chairs that I had strategically positioned in front of my desk.

“I understand that you’re not even really a teacher,” was his icebreaker.

“I’m certified,” I replied, trying not to sound too defensive. “I have just been unable to find a full-time position. But I assure you, Mr. Cross, I am more than qualified to teach your son’s class.”

“Good to know,” he answered, sitting back and starting to relax. “Michael is generally a good student,” he continued. “But he appears to be carrying a 60 in your class. Tell me what you think the problem is so that I can help him fix it.”

Michael was staring down at the floor with his baseball cap on backwards. I’m sure if he was standing up, we’d both be able to see his boxer shorts, peeking out beneath his sagging pants. “For starters,” I bravely began, “he can lose the baseball cap.” Michael sneered at me. “He’s not allowed to have it on during school hours, yet he always walks through the door with it on his head. This is a continuous waste of my valuable time, since we seem to need to argue about its importance, daily.” Charlie laughed, which frustrated me a bit. “He hasn’t turned in one homework assignment since I’ve been here, and he is very disruptive during class.”

“Well, Miss Foster,” he responded in a condescending tone, “sounds to me like you have a problem with my son.”

“Mr. Cross,” I replied, trying to conceal the agitation in my voice, “you are the one with the problem.” He sat up, giving me his full attention. I must admit that I began to feel my blood pressure rise. “I suggest that you get a handle on this boy before I fail him and do not underestimate me, because I will do it.”

“Miss Foster, do you know who I am?” he asked. Michael smiled at this point and looked me square in the eyes.

“I don’t care if you’re Obama’s long lost son. He doesn’t do his work, he fails… pretty simple, really.”

He stood up and motioned for his son to stand. “I suspect that you will change your mind.”

I stood up at that point and put out my hand. “Thank you for coming in to see me, Mr. Cross… Michael.”

“Daphne.” My name glided off his tongue like music. “Such a beautiful name.” He shook my hand. “The pleasure was all mine.”

VBT – Ivy Vines, Visions

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About the Author

Judy Serrano

Judy Serrano holds a Master of Arts in English from Texas A&M University-, Commerce. She is the owner of Make Cents Editing Service, and was an adjunct professor at a local college. Currently she teaches high school English and is a freelance writer for certain on-line publications. Judy also writes romantic suspense and paranormal romance novels. She is the author of The Easter’s Lilly Series, The Linked Seriesand Ivy Vines, Visions.

Although originally form New York, Judy resides in Texas with her husband, four boys, two dogs and now five cats. She sings and plays guitar when she has time and enjoys singing with her very musical family in church when she is able.

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Title: IVY VINES, VISIONS
Author: Judy Serrano
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 267
Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Moving to Sedona was the only way Ivy could think of to start over. She would meet her high school sweetheart and work on making things right between them. Her psychic abilities were gradually becoming a curse and she needed a new start. Little does she know that when she applies for a waitressing job at a local, upscale French bistro, she will come in contact with the dark and mysterious Eli Dubois. What she doesn’t realize is she has just walked into the middle of the Vortex Murders, which involve a great deal of paranormal activity. Elijah’s army of seers are being murdered, one by one, which seems to be magnifying Ivy’s special abilities. 

Eli’s best friend, Jake, arrives on the scene and reveals the secret that changes everything. With nowhere to turn, Ivy leans on the two men who offer her solace. And who is the old woman in the shroud? Is she a vision, a dream, or is she real? Only time will tell.

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My heart was beating almost out of my chest as I drove to the restaurant to see Simone. I checked my rear view mirror often; just to be sure I wasn’t followed. I parked the car and ran as fast as my legs would carry me to the front door. I felt like I was burdened with cement weights around my ankles as I forced my body to keep moving forward. Trying to catch my breath was futile when Eduardo met me at the entrance. I was in no mood for his pretentious smile and flippant tone, but still he would not let me pass.

“I need to see Simone,” I told him, barely able to form the words due to the lack of air in my lungs.

“Will that be one for lunch or two?” he asked me. I almost punched him.

“Two,” I answered, regaining my composure. “Simone is off in a few minutes. She’ll have lunch with me, I’m sure.”

“Very well then,” he answered. He slowly took out two menus and sat me at a table by the window.

“Thank you,” I managed. “Please tell Simone I’m here.” He made an unfavorable face at me and walked away. I looked out the window and began to recapture a normal breathing pattern. I noticed an old woman walking by the creek. She had her head covered by a black scarf and she was wearing what looked like a black cloak over her body. It was warm out, being early September, and that’s why her clothing caught my attention. She took off the scarf and looked at me. When our eyes touched, I could feel my blood pressure rise. My face got warm. Long grey curls cascaded down, past her shoulders and her expression got very grave. Her nose looked like a misshapen staircase and she had a mole on the left side of her face along her jaw line. She pointed her finger at me, slowly straightening it out as far as it could go and I felt a surge of fear strike through my body. I stood up quickly, pushing my chair back with the backs of my knees and felt a hand on my shoulder. I let out a shriek, that was certainly noticeable and when I turned, it was Simone’s hand on my shoulder.

“Ivy, what is it?” she asked. “The last time I heard you scream like that…” I dismissed her, mid-sentence, knowing exactly what she was going to say. Since that day. The day we don’t dare talk about or even remember if we can help it. I turned my attention back to the creek but the old woman was gone.

I could feel her.

“It’s nothing I told her. Are you done with your shift yet?”

“Yes, I’m done,” she answered. “Eduardo is making me change my clothes first. So, sit tight and I’ll be right back.”

I sat back down and looked out the window again. A breeze blew open one of the side windows unexpectedly and I almost fell out of my chair. I could hear a faint humming. It was all too familiar. There was still no old woman, but I knew she was there.

She was watching me somehow.

Simone finally came back and sat beside me. “What’s going on, Ivy? I haven’t seen you this unraveled in a very long time. It’s a little disconcerting to say the least.”

“He’s after me,” I told her. “He knows I’m here.”

“Who knows you’re here? Ivy, you’re not making any sense.”

“Lucifer,” I whispered, leaning into her so that no one else would hear me. “He thinks I know.”

“He thinks you know what?” she asked, looking at me as though I had gone mad.

“When Jesus is coming. He thinks I know.”

“Do you?” she asked. “Do you know?”

A hiss filled the air in the room as the wind picked up and gushed through the open window. I drew a breath but I dared not answer.

She was listening.

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Judy, thanks for being my guest. Tell us about you as a person.
That is an interesting question. When people look at me, they see a Christian mommy who brought up four wonderful boys and has a happy, wonderful marriage, all of which are true. However, when I was young, I was a bit of a thrill seeker. I used rock-climb without ropes (much to my father’s dismay), drive cross country with not much more than a guitar and a dream, and play music with strangers at campfires. No regrets.

If you could hang out with one famous person for one day, who would it be and why
William Butler Yeats. He is my favorite poet. I would love to hear his story, and find out how he ended up being such a prolific poet. He and I share an interesting fact. He suffered from dyslexia as do I. It is interesting to me that we would both become writers.

What’s the story behind your latest book?
Ivy Vines, Visions takes place in Sedona Arizona. I used to live there. The New Age Movement was fascinating to me. I picked up on a little bit of that and developed it into my novel.

What is your writing process?
The first thing I do is check my social media. Then, I re-read the last chapter that I wrote so that I can remember where I left off. Sometimes I listen to classical music when I write, but in general it doesn’t matter what is going on in the background. I have been known to write while carrying on a conversation with my children.

Tell us about your main character:
My main character is a strong, independent woman. She is vulnerable yet courageous. She has trouble choosing the men in her life though…

If your book was to be turned into a movie, who would play the lead role and why.
I would want Julianne Hough to play Ivy. She is beautiful, strong, and determined, just like my Ivy Vines.

What are you working on next?
Funny you should ask. I just finished grad school a few weeks ago, and I can’t wait to throw myself back into the game. I have a book that I started two years ago about the mafia. Although I already have The Easter’s Lilly Series, which is about the Mexican Mafia, this one is a new book with its own personality.  I am excited to finish the final edit.

What advice do you have for other writers who want to get the word out about their book?
Social media is the way to go. I have sold quite a few books from Facebook and Twitter. Make friends and connections, and work together.

What is your favorite book on your shelf right now?
All my books are in my Kindle with few exceptions. I think my favorite book of all time is The MacKade Brothers by Nora Roberts. The book is steamy, romantic and quite tasteful.

Do you have any special/extraordinary talents?
As a matter of fact, I sing and play guitar. I enjoy playing country and Christian music.

You are given the choice of one super power. What super power would you have and why?
After giving this question probably a little too much thought, I think I would like to be able to teleport. I work very far away from my house, and I hate to drive. I think that would make my life so much easier.

List 5 things on your bucket list:

  1. Audition for The Voice
  2. Visit Italy
  3. Visit France
  4. Write a best seller
  5. Own a lake house

Where can readers find you on the web?

www.JudySerrano.com

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Any final thoughts?

Thank you so much for the opportunity to visit with you today. I am blessed to be able to write and live my dream. My advice to anyone who thinks that their dreams are unattainable is to always go for it. Just remember that often the backup plan becomes the plan, so reach for the stars always, and push forward. My favorite quote is by Robert Browning- “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp or what’s a heaven for.”

Thanks Judy 🙂

Book Spotlight ~ DEBT by Rachel Dunning

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DEBT
By Rachel Dunning

Expected Release Date:
March 2016

What’s it about?

The Debt Collector

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I pay my debts, and I expect others to.

I was raised in the slums of London, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was seventeen. Morty figured my father’s passing meant I would automatically take on dad’s debts. I refused.

And I paid for that refusal.

So did my sister.

So now I fight. All I know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that’s where I am now. A big fish called Vito came along offering me a “favor” when I arrived.

Another debt.

I paid for that one too.

I knew Kyla Hensley would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her.

Besides, trouble is my middle name.

Kyla Hensley

I was brought up in privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who buys and sells and doesn’t care who gets rolled over in the process.

I never knew my mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in French saying “I’m sorry.” The only Female Figure I had growing up is my dad’s wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.

I drink. I party. I meet guys.

But I wasn’t always like that.

I’ve had a string of lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same.
She and I hit the road for the summer, getting away from the two college psychos and just trying to have some fun.
But there’s a funny thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you.

Which is when I met the Debt Collector.

It was only supposed to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to fall so deeply, madly, uncomfortably in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me.

And yet…so unbelievably right.

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Not intended for readers under the age of seventeen.

Genres:
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About Rachel

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Rachel Dunning hit the scene in August 2013 and is the author of the highly praised Naive Mistakes Series, Truthful Lies Trilogy, Johnny Series and the paranormal romance series, Mind Games.

A prolific writer, she sticks to stories where Alpha Males aren’t pricks and where women have guts.

She’s lived on two different continents, speaks three different languages, and met the love of her life on the internet. In other words, romance is in her blood.

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Book Excerpts

~Kyla~

I push my head back against the wall, not sure what’s coming, but not fighting it either.

“Who are you?” he repeats.

“I…I don’t know what you mean.”

“I see you at a bar in Texas, then I look for you all over Nashville. And suddenly you’re at my side in a hospital, following me into this warehouse. Who are you?”

I didn’t follow you into the warehouse. You needed to pick up your truck, and you were stumbling.”

“So?”

“So I wanted to make sure you were OK.”

“And?”

And I want you to take my clothes off and I want us to live happily ever after. “That’s it.”

Logan grins, a deadly look for him with his dimples. “Don’t do that,” I say.

“What?”

“Smile.”

“Why not?”

Because you’re beautiful. “Just don’t.”

Excerpt #2

~Kyla~

He stops. Lifts his head up again, still smiling. “You’re afraid,” he says.

“Yes.”

“Of me.”

“Yes.”

“And yet, you’re here.”

I clear my throat. “Y—yes.”

“Why?”

Because I’m an idiot. And you turn me on. And I’m an idiot. And you turn me on.

Excerpt #3

~Kyla~

My hand slides over to his jeans unwittingly, rubbing his leg. “I want to kiss you again,” I say. I want to kiss you because you’ve taken my heart with your words and I need it back.

Excerpt #4

~Logan~

I have no desire to settle down.

I have no desire to make Kyla be the last woman I’m ever with.

But, damn it, I’d like to be given a chance to do those things. Does she even feel anything for me?

I know I do.

I feel something.

Not love. Something else.

Like I need her.

Like I’d stop breathing without her.

Like the sun would stop being so bright or the sounds of the world so sweet if she disappeared.

Excerpt #5

~Logan~

She’ll soften me.

She’ll break me.

But I don’t care.

Excerpt #6

~Kyla~

“Tell me for real,” I say. “Tell me what I didn’t guess about you.”

Logan doesn’t answer, and already I’m regretting the question. I know something hurt him, but who am I to ask him about it so soon? I’m breaking my rule, I want to know him, I want to know everything about him.

He shifts his arm so that my head is no longer resting on it, leans forward.

I did overstep it, but I don’t care. Maybe this is the last time I’ll ever see him again, and I want to get everything I can out of it, not only the sex I’ll demand later.

He looks down at his feet, then at me.

He inhales a deep breath, and then he says something to me that will forever change the way I think about the world. He tells me a story that puts my own life in perspective, and makes me question what I’ve held dear, and what’s really important in life.

He tells me about how he lost his father. And his mother.

And why he fights.

And why he continues to fight. And what he really sees when he’s in that cage, the hate, the fury, the pain.

By the end of it all, my world is shattered, the floor is shaking, I have no stability.

By the end of it, I know one thing, and I know it to my core, my very fiber. And I don’t care if it’s too soon, I believe in intuition, I believe in it more now than ever.

The thing I know is this:

I love this man. I love him irrevocably. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone.

And I know I will lose him.

I know it. More intuition.

But I love his very soul.

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Cover Reveal – Storm Surge by Celia Ashley

Title: Storm Surge
Author: Celia Ashley
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Publication Date: May 10, 2016
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Format: Ebook

Named after a goddess who turns her lovers to stone, an insular New England coastal town holds more secrets than it can keep…

Torn from her hometown and her father as a child, Paige Waters’ last memory of both is fraught with mystery and confusion. Now, sixteen years later, with both her parents gone, Paige returns to Alcina Cove, certain there is more to the painful story than she’s been led to believe. The answers must lie within the community, buffered from the larger world by the sea; but when she finds the townspeople more reticent than ever, her only hope is the intriguing man who lives in her childhood home–if she can break down his reserve…

A fisherman turned writer, Liam Gray is haunted by secrets of his own, some of which are deeply entangled with the closure Paige seeks. But as he and Paige grow intimate, their attraction building, Liam finds himself torn between truth and betrayal. Whichever he chooses will risk his future with Paige and cause someone pain–until an even greater danger leaves him no choice…

Praise for Celia Ashley’s Dark Tides

“A darkly seductive tale filled with unpredictable twists and turns. . .A smoothly written and creatively detailed thrill ride.” –Affaire de Coeur, 4 Stars and Reviewer’s Pick

“A top-notch tale filled with danger and mystery, all wrapped around a spicy romance.” –Romance Reviews Today

“An incredible riveting story, Dark Tides takes the reader on a turbulent ride of intense emotions blended with suspenseful mystery.” –Romance at Heart

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As an author of contemporary paranormal romance, I am a sucker for a tortured soul. If all of my characters were as happy as clams, we’d find them pretty boring, wouldn’t we? The big payoff for all that angst, however, is finding true love. Whether writing about ghosts, heroines with psychic powers, stalkers or a community of others, every tale is filled with suspense and danger, all wrapped up in a spicy romance.

Many readers ask me how I started writing and I can only say it began with a love of reading. I wrote my first book at age seven–a thirty page story about a girl and her horse, complete with illustrations, entitled Windy Day.  I can’t remember now if Windy Day was the name of the horse or the prevalent weather condition but, suffice it to say, my yearning to be a writer began at that time. I spent the rest of my childhood (and continue to this day) reading a book the first time for pleasure and each time thereafter with an eye to nuance of phrasing, description,
pacing, flow: everything that originally drew me in and enamored me. I am, in that sense, self-taught at my craft, although I love the inspiration that new learning brings me and welcome knowledge from every source.

Most of all, I welcome feedback from my readers. You are, after all, the truest inspiration! So, keep those comments coming.

 

 

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