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Thursday, July 19, 2018

Excerpt Spotlight: Reign to Ruin (Myth of Omega #4) by Zoey Ellis + giveaway


Reign to Ruin (Myth of Omega #4)
by Zoey Ellis
July 19th, 2018
168 pages

Genres: Adult, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance
He will ruin her – until she knows nothing but him

The Alpha King

Corruption and sadism plague every corner of his kingdom. He remains in the center of it all; a handsome, charming, master manipulator.

Furious at the knowledge that rare Omegas hide in his castle, King Malloron uses magic and deception to draw one out.

Striking a deal with her that he knows he will not honor, they begin an exchange of wits that intrigues him much more than it should.

He forces her into the depravities of his dark world, determined to destroy her and use her for his own ends, only to find that he may not be the only one with the power to ruin.

The Omega Diplomat

Trained to deal with the devious and treacherous people of the kingdom, Amara never anticipated tackling the biggest deceiver of them all.

Desperate for his secrets, she has to be willing to be corrupted, dominated and shattered to get to the truth, but is soon horrified to learn that King Malloron’s reign goes deeper than just his kingdom; he rules her instincts too.

Reign to Ruin is the first book in this couple’s story, but the fourth installment of the Myth of Omega series. This is a dark, erotic, Omegaverse romance. Cliff-hanger included. For fans of charmingly cruel Alpha anti-heroes, sassy Omega heroines, epic fantasy worlds and captive romances. Discover a magical kind of dark…

Reign To Ruin is an explicit reading experience from sexual scenes to violence and language. Includes disturbing situations and romance of a dark nature. For readers aged 18 and over.


EXCERPT:
As she hovered in the center of the room, next to a solid wooden table, she heard the doors shut and lock behind her, and her heart began to pound. A room like this was not where she expected the king to take her.

The swish of his cloak came close behind her and she was rotated in the air until she faced him.

Amara had only ever seen the king from a distance. And even then, she tried not to let her eyes wander to him whenever he was nearby. None of the other real servants looked at him directly, and she had always copied their behavior and posture as much as possible to try to blend in. But now that she had the chance to scrutinize him up-close, it was like finally putting a face to the horrible mental depiction she had of the king for so long.

Unfortunately, he was extremely good-looking. It was said that most of the Visant family were, but she’d never seen him close enough to realize just how good-looking he was. His chiseled features and refined appearance suited the room they were in, yet didn’t seem to match his threatening appearance in the corridor, but she knew better than to take anything at face value with him.

His eyes were a deep brown, as was his hair, and both complemented his tan brown skin, but the other defining thing about him was his size. The man was enormous, even in the spacious room they were in. Perhaps because he was always well-dressed and surround by men of a similar size, he had never seemed quite so big from a distance.

While she examined him, the Alpha stared at her with interest, his eyes taking in everything about her. He then stepped back and began his assessment over her body, rotating her with the magic that held her to look over all areas of her, front and back. Anger trickled into Amara as he surveyed her. It was obvious he was sizing her up for his slave service, which infuriated her. If he thought she was going to allow herself to be the first Omega in over a century to be prostituted out to his dukes, lords, and noblemen, he had no idea who he was dealing with. There was plenty she had already seen in this room that could be used to enact the suicide protocol, and as soon as she had the change she would be following procedure. He was welcome to give her corpse to those depraved bastards—they would probably still use it anyway.

When he turned her back to face him, he observed for a long moment, an amusement growing among the curiosity in his eyes.

“Your anger is intriguing,” he murmured, lifting a hand to her face. A rough finger trailed from the corner of her eye down her cheek. “I have to wonder what you could possibly be angry about since you are the one conducting illegal activities in my castle.”

Amara held her eyes on him, even more annoyed she could not escape his touch. It sent a shiver down her, sparking a fear of strange men touching her while she was incapable of escaping.

“Admit it,” he said, tilting his head to watch her. “Admit your true purpose here. There is no point in continuing with this denial when I have you so tightly in my grasp.” His hand lowered down her neck to her chest. “I will not allow you any freedoms or any pleasures unless you are completely honest with me.”


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Her goal is to build a catalogue of thrilling, sexy, fantastical romances that come complete with roller-coaster experiences, unique worlds, and happy endings. Currently she writing M/F Omegaverse series Myth of Omega.

Zoey is a Londoner, a bookaholic and a proud collector of OTT possessive book boyfriends she won't share.




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Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Excerpt Spotlight: Melissa's Quest (Finding Magic Book One) by Blair Drake + giveaway


Melissa's Quest (Finding Magic Book One)
by Blair Drake
June 7, 2018
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Magic Quest Books
ASIN: B07DFTFGGV
Number of pages: 233
Word Count: 81,550
Cover Artist: Jennifer Zemanek/Seedlings LLC
What would you do to find your magic?



Lost and bewildered after being unceremoniously dumped by her boyfriend, seventeen-year-old Melissa wants nothing more than to curl up with her pain. But then she’s summoned by the headmaster of Gray Cliffs Academy and finds herself on the roof in the middle of a wild and tumultuous storm. Before she realizes what is happening, a vicious wind sends her flying through the darkness and she lands in the frozen north. It is then she discovers the true meaning of feeling lost. Though full of mystery and magic, there is something sinister about this strange new world…

All Melissa wants is to return home, but first she must learn the rules of this strange new reality and how they will help her in her quest before it’s too late and she’s stuck in this place forever…


Excerpt:
She stared at it for a long moment, then ran her fingers over the bright ring to see if it would change. Maybe a genie would appear to help her out, but nothing happened. It was pretty but useless. She glared around her and yelled, “Pretty doesn’t cut it, guys. What am I supposed to do with this thing?”

A voice whispered through her head, “You know what to do with it.”

She froze, her breath caught her in her throat. “Who said that?” She spun around, but no one was here. “Show yourself!”

Nothing happened.

“Don’t go crazy on me now, Melissa,” she said to herself. She bowed her head and struggled to get her thoughts together. The school taught meditation classes to help deal with the stress of exams and being away from their families—or the stress of going home to families.

She didn’t have much of a family life, but she didn’t let anyone know that. She never let anyone know how her quest for a happy home life bothered her. Since Luke moved on without her, she’d been more than lost...and more aloof. The two of them had been an item, and for her, he’d been the only one. Except she hadn’t heard from him since his graduation. It was horrible.

Every day she kept expecting to see him, expecting to hear from him.

And never did.

That abandonment had been complete, surgically quick, and without explanation. Even now she felt the loss whispering through her soul. If he was out there, would he know what happened to her? Would he care? So many things in her life she wished she could change. He was the one bright light that kept her going, and she had no idea what she did to make him cut her out of his life like that—to hate her so much.

Despite Luke’s silent departure, she loved being at the school—knowing she belonged to something special, that she made it into something so much more than she thought she deserved, that an exciting future was out there for her.

And none of that helped her right now. She sat with a thud. And pulled her knees to her chest, burrowing her face in her arms. She wouldn’t last much longer. Not in these temperatures.

Still, she was alive and that surprised her. This cold was brutal. She could still feel her fingers and her toes. As she pondered that, she wondered, as cold as she was… she wasn’t numb. Hypothermia hadn’t set in. She wasn’t dying… at least not yet.

Hearing a tiny scratching sound beside her, she leaned over and scooped away some of the snow. A small arctic mouse stared at her, its nose twitching as if figuring out what she was.

With a delighted gasp, she whispered, “Hey, little one. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

In an odd movement, it stretched up, its huge eyes studying her.

She chuckled, afraid to move too fast and scare it off. As it was the only animal she’d seen, and it was alive, she welcomed his presence.

He wasn’t terrified of her and clambered over the snow to see her closer.

She lowered her hand to the side so he could sniff her. Her smile widened at the sight of his whiskers going crazy, but the mouse kept getting closer.

“Are you hungry?” she asked instinctively. Yet, she didn’t think she had any food in her pockets. She turned her pockets out, looking for something, but found nothing edible, not even a mouse-size snack.

Terrified of scaring the little one away, she continued to talk to him in a low, crooning voice. She’d never get this close to a mouse in her world. She was surprised to see this guy in such an inhospitable place as this. “How do you survive, buddy?”

The little she knew about mice said they burrowed under the snow all winter. With her luck, she’d sat on his tunnels and collapsed them.

The mouse stretched out a paw and placed it on her finger. She caught her breath and waited.

A second paw landed beside the first. She grinned when the mouse hopped up on her hand, totally unconcerned she might be a danger to him.

Too bad no one witnessed this. She was too scared to pull out her cell phone for a quick photo in case she disturbed the little guy.

“I’m going to call you Winter,” she whispered.

The mouse didn’t seem to mind. He sniffed her jacket, then wandered up her arm.

She stared, transfixed. For all the shittiness of her situation, this little guy was a light in her otherwise dark world.

Still, if the mouse was here, maybe someone else was here too. But, if she yelled right now, the mouse might take off.

She closed her eyes and whispered, “Anyone there?”

And got the shock of her life.

A voice inside her head said, “I’ve always been here.”

She struggled to recognize the voice. She thought the speaker was male, but the words were distorted and distant, so she couldn’t be sure. She kept an eye on the mouse sitting on her sleeve. He worked his way up to her shoulder, his nose and whiskers wrinkled at every step. She had to admit she wondered if the mouse had talked. “Who are you?”

“Somebody who loves you very much.” The voice spoke inside her head again.

Her mind struggled to identify the speaker who had no trouble making such a bald-faced lie. With the cold her thoughts were sluggish, her mind fogging up. Surely that voice was her imagination. No one cared about her—she wasn’t sure anyone ever had. “Can you get me out of here?” she asked hopefully. “Help me go home?”

Silence was her answer.

She frowned. “Is this a trick?”

The voice was sad, heavy. “No, it’s not a trick. I’m sorry to see you so distrusting.”

“How can I not be? Look where I am. I have no idea how this came to pass or who did this to me.” She shook her head, momentarily forgetting about the mouse. “Am I really here, in the middle of some kind of winter wonderland, all alone?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t even have a proper coat for this weather. Am I going to die here?” Melissa asked, wiping the tears burning the corners of her eyes. “Can’t you help me?”

“I’m not even supposed to be talking to you.”

“Why are you then?” she asked in frustration, more tears burning, clogging her throat. “It’s despicable to torture me like this.”
“I tried to talk to you many times, but a wall was always between us. Right now the wall is thin, like crepe paper,” the voice said in exasperation. “So I tried again. This time I got through.”

“Can you tell me who you are?”

The voice paused, then said in a low tone, “No, I can’t.”

“Then what can you tell me?” she asked, trying not to cry. But the wind and cold were stealing her spirit. Until she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. The mouse had crawled up to her shoulder, where it settled down in the crook of her neck. She couldn’t see it tucked in there, but she could feel it. Her spirit warmed from the inside, along with her heart.

“I’m allowed to tell you that you have to get back on your own. Time is running out. A clock started ticking from the moment you landed. Your life force is also disappearing.”

Her head jerked up at that. “What do you mean, my life force? Like my health? Do I have a disease? Have I been shot or something? What are you talking about?”

“Your talisman.”

“Talisman? Is that what this is? I wondered. It’s my school pin but…different. Somehow it transformed on whatever weird trip I took to this place,” she said, slowly trying to figure this out. She stared at the talisman in her hand. “Is that what the ring of lights on the outside means?”

“Yes. When those run out, you will not have enough energy to get back again.”

“So it is possible to get back again?” Her mind locked on to the one thing she could handle.

“Yes, definitely. That’s what this is all about. You’re on a quest to learn what you can do, what talents you might have, but you have to start moving fast.”

Instantly, she scrambled to her feet, only to freeze at the startled squeak from her new friend. She reached up a hand to stroke the mouse gently, amazed it was still here with her. It was a least used to the terrain whereas she was starting to shake violently as the wind whipped her face and body. Hunched against the cold, and trying to move carefully, she took several steps forward. Her mind caught on two words. Quest? Talents? “I’m happy to move. Just tell me where to go.”

“I can’t.”

Frustrated and angry, and terrified she would lose the voice in her head, she rushed to say, “Can you tell me whether to go up or down?”

“I have to go now. I’ll try to contact you later.”

“Wait,” Melissa cried out, “Can you give me a hint? Something? I’ll freeze to death soon.” Even as the words leave her mouth, her teeth start to chatter.

Just as the voice disappeared from her mind, it let out a sigh and whispered, “Think of a portal.” And then the voice was gone.


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Blair Drake believes in magic, especially the magic of stories with fantasy, adventures, romance, action, and surprises. She has loved writing and living in the stories of the Finding Magic series and is so excited to share the quests of the Gray Cliffs Academy students with her readers.

When she’s not writing about magic, she’s reading about it. Her influences are Cassandra Claire, Neil Gaiman, Rick Riordan, Garth Nix, and many more.

In the mortal plane, following the lure of magic has drawn Blair into strange and wonderful adventures from Australia to New York City, with many stops in between. She currently lives near Denver. Her very favorite spot is a red loveseat in her office, frequently shared with two cats, an outnumbered Dalmation, and occasionally her bewitched husband.

She might have gone to a school similar to Gray Cliffs Academy and would love to go through a magic portal. In the meantime, she’s creating her own in more books of magic.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Cover Reveal: Betrothed (Angelbound Origins, #1.5) by Christina Bauer + giveaway

by Christina Bauer
January 30th, 2019
Published by: Monster House Books
Genres: Fantasy, Young 

***An action-packed novella from Prince Lincoln’s point of view***

When it comes to fighting demons, Prince Lincoln is the greatest warrior in the history of his people, the thrax. Now Lincoln faces his hardest fight yet…and it’snot on a traditional battlefield.

Lincoln wants nothing more than to marry Myla Lewis, the part-demon girl who has captured his heart. However, an evil thrax noble—the powerful Earl of Acca—is prepared to do anything to stop Lincoln and Myla from having a future.

But Lincoln won’t give up on his Myla. Ever.

To fight Aldred, Lincoln works to create a different kind of marriage—an Alliance of the lesser thrax houses against Acca. Sadly, just as Lincoln starts to makes some progress, the nobles who’ve joined his Alliance begin to vanish. Is Aldred behind the disappearances, or is someone else vying for power? When Lincoln discovers the truth, it upends his entire world, threatening his future with Myla in ways no one could ever have imagined.


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Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers. The first three books in the series are now available as audiobooks on Audible and iTunes.
Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.


Monday, July 16, 2018

Book Review: The Girl in the Green Silk Gown (Ghost Roads) by Seanan McGuire

The Girl in the Green Silk Gown (Ghost Roads)
by Seanan McGuire
July 17, 2018
Publisher: DAW
ASIN: B0768Z8K7T ISBN: 9780756413804 Audio CD: 9781541465169
The second book in the Ghost Roads series returns to the highways of America, where hitchhiking ghost Rose Marshall continues her battle with her killer--the immortal Bobby Cross.

Once and twice and thrice around,
Put your heart into the ground.
Four and five and six tears shed,
Give your love unto the dead.
Seven shadows on the wall,
Eight have come to watch your fall:
One’s for the gargoyle, one’s for the grave,
And the last is for the one you’ll never save.

For Rose Marshall, death has long since become the only life she really knows. She’s been sweet sixteen for more than sixty years, hitchhiking her way along the highways and byways of America, sometimes seen as an avenging angel, sometimes seen as a killer in her own right, but always Rose, the Phantom Prom Date, the Girl in the Green Silk Gown.

The man who killed her is still out there, thanks to a crossroads bargain that won’t let him die, and he’s looking for the one who got away. When Bobby Cross comes back into the picture, there’s going to be hell to pay—possibly literally.

Rose has worked for decades to make a place for herself in the twilight. Can she defend it, when Bobby Cross comes to take her down? Can she find a way to navigate the worlds of the living and the dead, and make it home before her hitchhiker’s luck runs out?

There’s only one way to know for sure.

Nine will let you count the cost:
All you had and all you lost.
Ten is more than time can tell,
Cut the cord and ring the bell.
Count eleven, twelve, and then,
Thirteen takes you home again.
One’s for the shadow, one’s for the tree,
And the last is for the blessing of Persephone.


It was 1952 
sixteen-year-old Rose Marshall set out alone for the prom and was killed by actor Bobby Cross who had made a bargain at the crossroads to stay eternally young. Rose became an urban legend, known to most as the Girl in the Green Silk Gown or the Phantom Prom Date. Sixty years later, she's still sweet 16 and hitchhiking her way across America, helping travelers get to their destination unharmed or holding their hand to guide them into the twilight. Her boyfriend Gary is now dead and became a car so he could spend his afterlife with Rose. But Bobby had used a routewitch to kill, ruining the protection from the Persephone tattoo Rose wore to keep Bobby from harming her. The queen of the routewitches sends Rose to a farm where she must survive Halloween night in mortal form again, for her protection to return. Unfortunately, Bobby has thought of everything and when Halloween is over, she's still alive. If there's one thing Rose is more afraid of than Bobby Cross, it's living. Now she must find a way to return to her dead hitchhiker self before Bobby finds her and kills her again. 

We return to the world of Sparrow Hill Road that touched on a lot of the rules and mythologies of Rose Marshall's world. In the second book (a novel this time), The Girl in the Green Silk Gown, we get to see more about how all of this fit 
together. I have really enjoyed how she took the hitchhiking girl in the party dress tales and layered the mythology to her and even using her the mythologies of the underworld of the dead. This time around, the novel is about wanting to go home and wanting to be with the family you've made, despite the fact that these things might not be conventional, or recognizable to anyone but yourself. 

Seanan McGuire has allowed the reader to take a road trip with Rose, not to go camping in the mountains or to relax at the beach or visit places with kitschy, oddball things or where famous people might reside, but instead, the road leads you to visit where ghosts, gods, witches and spooky legends inhabit. The Girl in the Green Silk Gown is another great read by Seanan McGuire that hooks you right at the first page.

I give The Girl in the Green Silk Gown (Ghost Roads) 5 “ghostly” sheep.






Reviewed by Pamela K. Kinney

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Seanan McGuire is a California-based author with a strong penchant for travel and can regularly be found just about any place capable of supporting human life (as well as a few places that probably aren't). Seanan was the winner of the 2010 John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer; Rosemary and Rue, was named one of the Top 20 Paranormal Fantasy Novels of the Past Decade; and her novel Feed, written under the name Mira Grant, was named as one of Publishers Weekly's Best Books of 2010. She also won a Hugo for her podcast, and is the first person to be nominated for fivHugo Awards in a single year.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

The Story Behind the Story: Impossible Target by Mark Wade

Several years ago I crossed the Atlantic for the first time in a Navy jet. It was early January and the weather was less than satisfactory. Our route of flight east included a stop in the Azores. I had never been to those islands and on the descent into Lages Airbase on Terceira Island, we broke out of the thick, gray winter clouds and there in front of our jet arrayed in its mysterious beauty, Terceira revealed herself amongst the dark blue surrounding seas. I will never forget the feeling of relief that we had gotten to our destination after flying hours and hours over endless ocean and also the beauty of those islands. One of my first thoughts as we prepared the jet for landing, “Wow, the Germans could have occupied this place and use it as a base in World War II.” I thought that such a concept would make for a great story maybe.

My sole purpose with Impossible Target was to sketch out a ‘what-if’ scenario purely for your entertainment. I hope reading my story transports you back in time for a few minutes or hours and forget about your daily worries. I just hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I did writing it. I worked hard in the research process to provide the most accurate and realistic technical information within the story. However, I am human and am sure I missed a few things.

As this is an ‘alternate history’ story, I have taken some liberties with some World War II events and matters. Several of the German airplanes in the story were, in actuality, either just drawings on paper or were early in development at the end of the war.

There were numerous examples of examples of missions in World War II that were successfully executed in the face of nearly insurmountable odds that inspired me to write this story: Doolittle’s raid on Tokyo in 1942, the German aerial assault and capture of the Belgian fortresses in 1940, the German operation to rescue Mussolini from Allied custody.


by Mark Wade
June 24, 2018
452 pages
AIR RAID ON NEW YORK CITY X THIS IS NOT A DRILL. December 1943. The momentum of the Second World War has shifted in favor of the Allies, and American confidence in the security situation has soared in the past few months. City lights and radio stations are back on across the East Coast as normalcy has returned to America.
While Germany may be down, though, it isn’t out, and the Luftwaffe has developed the technology to get Nazi Germany back in the war. Operating from secret bases in occupied Norway, Hitler’s Luftwaffe is about to launch their new heavy bombers against the mainland United States.
Unprepared for an attack on its homeland, only a limited number of air and naval units are available to react to the surprise attack on America’s most valuable asset — its will to fight.
It’s a race against time, with the fate of New York City hanging in the balance. You’ll experience breathtaking  action and historical drama as the American homeland is attacked for the first time since 1812 by a foreign power. Can the Americans stop the German bombers before they release their weapons, or will the German forces fight their way through and destroy their impossible target?’


About the Author:
Mark Wade lives in the Washington, DC region and is originally from Dallas, Texas. He is a graduate of Texas Tech University. An aficionado of aviation history since childhood, he got his private’s pilot’s license at age 24. Two of his greatest passions are aviation and military history. He served in the United States Navy as a Naval Flight Officer with almost 2000 hours flying the EA-6B Prowler. He is the youngest of four children and grew up hearing the stories of the ‘greatest generation’ from his parents and other relatives. Among his favorite authors are aviators including Stephen Coonts, Mark Berent, the late Jeff Ethell and the late Marshall Harrison. On Wade’s bucket list is flying a radial-engine airplane coast-to-coast with his daughter and chronicling the experience.