Author: Stacy Eaton
Narrator: Lisa Beacom
Length: 8 hours 7 minutes
Series: Heart of the Family, Book 4
Publisher: Nitewolf Novels
Released: Nov. 11, 2020
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Saturday, January 30, 2021
Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Fall Into Fantasy: 2020 Edition
Fall
Into Fantasy: 2020 Edition
Genre:
Mixed Fantasy Anthology
Fall
Into Fantasy 2020 brings you thirteen tales from authors new and
familiar. Our authors explore many subgenres of fantasy and ask
questions like, "What if someone out there is writing your life
story?", "Can you change your reality through dreams?",
"If someone is so securely locked away, is there a reason?",
and "If you could do over a decision in your life, would
you?"
They
bring you wizards, a magic hat, vampires, and fantastical creatures
to tickle your imagination. They explore social media challenges and
the powers of a child's imagination.
Come
along with us on these journeys. You may just find a new favorite
author to follow.
Stories
In This Edition:
"The
Scribnery" by Jessica Chanese
"First
Encounter" by S. A. McKenzie
"Three
A.M. Challenge" by David Powell
"The
Magnificent Hat" by Bethany A. Perry
"The
Prisoner's Cage" by Alex Minns
"World
of Your Dreams" by Chris Bauer
"Stardust
& Lies" by Mato J. Steger
"Museum
of Lost Souls" by David Cleden
"When
the Last King Dies" by Jess Ko
"Mr.
Regret" by R.A. Clarke
"The
Princess in the Tower" by S.E. White
"Slay
a Fledgling" by Elyssa Campbell
"The
Overlander's Poison" by Amy de la Force
Fall
Into Fantasy: 2019 Edition
Genre:
Mixed Fantasy Anthology
Fall Into Fantasy 2019 brings you 13 tales from faces familiar and fresh to our family. As you read these pages we hope you, like us: will laugh, cry, and hopefully keep down your lunch. We bring you stories of vampires and faeries, wolf men and spirit children. You’ll find supernatural sirens and super intelligent felines. Magical people and even a magical goat that will certainly make you laugh. Be careful with your social media and hopefully you’ll still be able to stomach pepperoni after you read these tales. Warlocks and witches, including an interesting take on Lilith. Meanwhile, our favorite Sandhog tangles with Homeland Security and a Minotaur. Join us for a romp through these fantastic tales of fantasy. We’re sure you’ll find something you like.
Stories In This Edition:
“What’s
In A Name?” by Linda M. Crate
“The Maiden’s Sacrifice” by
Matthew McKiernan
“The Demon In The Mask” by James Pyles
“Runa and the Dark Forest” by J.C. Pillard
“Unfollowed”
by Sandy Stuckless
“The Demonologist of Kraith” by Mike
Adamson
“Possession is 9/10ths of the Pepperoni” by Molly
Neely
“Lesser Men” by Clint Foster
“Wyrwood” by
Jillian Wahlquist
“The Hanged Man’s Hand” by Alex
Minns
“The Weeper of Kirka” by Tannara Young
“The Fig
Merchant’s Daughter” by Brenda Anderson
“The Minotaur” by
Tony Conaway
Fall
Into Fantasy: 2018 Edition
Genre:
Mixed Fantasy Anthology
Fall Into Fantasy returns with thirteen new stories to delight your imagination. You’ll see some familiar names and some brand new authors in this edition. Check inside for some great stories from:Jaap Boekestein, Bill Davidson, Anna O’Brien, Andrew Sweetapple, Carrie Gessner, Mark Easterday, S. A. McKenzie, Dwain Campbell, Jennifer Lee Rossman, Owen Morgan, David O’Hanlon, Tony Conaway, and Austin Worley.These authors have worked hard to bring you exciting new adventures in magic, the supernatural, and mythical creatures. We hope you’ll laugh, cry, and maybe think a little bit just like we did when we read these tales.
Stories In This Edition:
“The
Dance of Wind and Water” by Jaap Boekestein
“The Sad Girl, A
Fairy Tale” by Bill Davidson
“Dinner Plate Dahlias” by Anne
O’Brien
“Twice Dammed” by Andrew Sweetapple
“Steeping
Spells” by Carrie Gesner
“Talisman” by Mark Easterday
“Fluffy” by S.A. McKenzie
“The Witch of Endor” by
Dwain Campbell
“Harvest” by Jennifer Lee Rossman
“On
Wings of Thunder” by Owen Morgan
“Serpent’s Rock” by
David O’Hanlon
“It Only Takes a Moment” by Tony Conaway
“Storming Gelon” by Austin Worley
Fall
Into Fantasy: 2017 Edition
Genre:
Mixed Fantasy Anthology
Fall Into Fantasy contains thirteen unique takes on the Fantasy genre from authors of all walks of life, from prolific authors, to newcomers. With everything from dwarves and magic, to zombies and a bookstore that can transport you to other worlds, there is something for everyone in these pages.
Stories In This Edition:
“Boffin
the Listener” by David Pauly
“Today’s Gift, Tomorrow’s
Curse” by Andrew Sweetapple
“Kitchen Magic” by Susan Bass
Marcus
“Care of Laborers’ Local Union No. 147” by Tony
Conaway
“Gammer Lobstone” by Sandra Unerman
“Variant
Readings” by Frank Roger
“The Fairy’s Tale IV” by Art
Lasky
“Six Degrees of Zombie Separation” by Molly Neely
“They’d Be An Army In Autumn” by Shane Porteous
“Gbahali”
by Mark Easterday
“Child of the Roses” by Linda M. Crate
“Hot and Cold Running Magic” by Anne E. Johnson
“Dodson”
by Jack E. Mohr
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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Maximum Deevor - McKenzie Flies by Barry Nelson
Maximum
Deevor
The
McKenzie Files Book 4
by
Barry Nelson
Genre:
Science Fiction, Action, Adventure
The
adventure in the Omega Quadrant continues as Colin McKenzie, Diane
Christy, and Kelly Lytton continue their mission to locate a missing
task force from their home quadrant. As well as trying to rescue a
group of children held captive by the evil aliens, the Tritians. But
before they compete both missions they will have to face hostile
invaders, robotic menaces, and monsters from beyond our universe. All
leading up to a final showdown with their most powerful enemy yet.
Deevor the Destroyer. It will be a destructive battle where only one
side will survive.
The
McKenzie Files
The
McKenzie Files Book 1
Assassination
Anxiety
The
McKenzie Files Book 2
Obliteration
The
McKenzie Files Book 3
A
Pennsylvania native, Barry K. Nelson has attended college and worked
at a variety of jobs, including retail and the corporate environment.
Barry enjoys reading and gardening, and is a fan of science fiction
and horror movies, Marvel comic collecting, and the X-box 360. Barry
has written short stories in addition to his science fiction series,
The McKenzie Files.
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Book Blitz ~ The Hero I Need: A Small Town Romance by Nicole Snow
The Hero I Need: A Small Town Romance
Nicole Snow
Publication date: January 22nd 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Thriller
Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a hilariously intense small-town love story where two star-crossed hearts and one snarly tiger ignite a romance up-roar.
He knew I was trouble the instant I showed up with a stolen Bengal tiger.
But Grady McKnight didn’t flinch like a sane person—he took us in.
Bruce the tiger found shelter. I met a hero grump. And Grady got a hot mess.
Namely, me.
Born-to-sizzle single dads and rogue zoologists don’t play nice.So freaking what if I said I’m his nanny?
We needed a story when his two sweet daughters barged in.
Hiding a contraband tiger isn’t easy.
Neither is pretending he isn’t sending my pulse to pitter-patter heaven.Cupid, you sneaky little nugget.
There’s only room for one hulking, growly, mesmerizing beast in my life.
I don’t belong at warm family dinners, or in the fortress of his arms.
Saving Bruce is my mission—not falling in love.This won’t end well.
The longer I stay, the more he grins.
Walls come crashing down.
And my heart becomes willing prey for his carnivorous eyes.
I must resist Grady flipping McKnight.
Even if a scared, aching part of me knows I’m already his.
Even if I know he’s the hero I need…Full-length romance thriller with the growliest Happily Ever After. It’s claws and effect when a wounded single dad saves a firestarter—along with her tiger, his girls, and his own beat-up heart.
—
EXCERPT:
“Car trouble?” a deep voice booms behind me.
The back of my head smacks the steering wheel in my rush to get up. Ow.
Pressing a hand against the stinging pain, I stand up, close my eyes, and say a quick prayer in my head.
The gruff voice isn’t Niles or Priscilla Foss’, but only God knows who they’d send after me if they’ve figured out Bruce the tiger is gone.
“Lady? You okay?” the stranger thunders again, this time closer.
“Yes! Never better,” I strangle out. Not easily with my heart pounding in my throat.
“Funny kind of better,” the voice growls to my back. “Looks more like you could use a hand.”
Hoping it’ll help, I gather my hair in one hand and lift it off the back of my neck, which is slicked with sweat in the humid night air, and finally turn around.
Holy Ohio.
I have to release my hair in order to tilt my head back far enough to see more than a massive chest covered with a black t-shirt sporting a picture of a purple bob cat. Mouth open. Teeth showing.
And it turns out that slab of a chest is attached to a mountain with arms and legs.
He’s tall, dark, shredded, and deliriously handsome.
I won’t call him muscular because it would be an injustice. Like calling Samson a bodybuilder.
This man looks like he could hoist Bruce over his head without breaking a sweat.
Moving my eyes up over shoulders that’d make Atlas seethe with jealously and a thick neck worthy of a bull, my gaze lands on a face. An amused one, with deep manly lines around flinty hazel-dark eyes.
This looks like a face that’s used to smiling, even if he’s rocking that scary-hot vibe like he invented it.
Only, right now, there’s a smirk carved on his chiseled face that says he might be insane enough to try lifting a full-grown tiger as a feat of strength.
Oh, crap.
Bruce!
If there’s one thing I can’t do—besides let this guy climb inside my head and eat crackers nice and slow—is let him catch on to the fact that I’m hauling around some very illegal cargo, and it’s alive.
“What kind of trouble are you having?” he asks, his eyes twinkling in the dim light.
At the moment, breathing.
Next up, peeling my eyes off him and finding the willpower to mutter more than a squeak in reply.
His jaw is square, his nose straight, his hair short, but not too short. And his mouth, that smile, it’s—
It’s officially too much to handle.
I huff out a loud breath to stop a heavenly fantasy from forming and get my thoughts back to hell. Because that’s where I’m actually at right now, blundering around an isolated parking lot in the middle of the night with a strange man and a not-so-well concealed monster in my trailer.
Fun times.
Author Bio:
Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.
Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty. With over a million books sold, she lives for the joy of making two people fight with every bit of their soul for a Happily Ever After.
Current fan favorites include her Enguard Protectors series, accidental love novels, plus long beloved MC romance thrillers like the Grizzlies and Deadly Pistols.
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Book Blitz ~ Let There Be Dragons by Janet Post
Dark Fantasy
Published: October 2020
Publisher: Tell-Tale Publishing
In a post-apocalyptic world, dragons, elves, vampires and demons war for control of Earth. A girl with powerful Gifts is the only hope the world has to destroy Slygon, a demon from the Pit come to rule all.
With the aid of a half-orc, his friends and a fairy, Annabelle tames dragons and rides to fight Slygon on his home territory. On a mission to rescue her sister from Slygon’s power, Annabelle will stop at nothing. When everyone around her is saying it’s time to quit, Annabelle is just getting started.
Excerpt
Chapter Three
Jackal
“We be getting mighty close the city, Jackal,” Slag said.
I glanced at my green friend sitting astride the Belgium draft mare he’d named Bunny even though she was mean as a snake. Slag was three-quarters orc. Slag’s mother had been a halfling, his father an orc who raped her when she was hunting. Slag had been given to the same wet nurse taking care of me. We were raised together along with Chub, our third companion, another half-orc.
Slag’s frown emphasized the pointed ivory tusks that rose at the corner of his mouth from his bottom jaw to above his upper lip and nearly to his flat nose. At seven feet of solid muscle Slag weighed in at three-hundred pounds, and was two inches taller than me, and twenty-five pounds heavier. When I noticed the sun shining off the top of Slag’s head I grinned. Slag kept his head shaved to show off what he thought were his best features, a broad forehead and small, slightly pointed ears, each pierced with three golden rings.
“Aye, the city be close” I said as I glanced around us. “The big lake be over that hill. The walls of New Orleans be about a league to the south of us.”
“This be dangerous ground,” Chub said. “It’s getting’ late and I’m terrible hungry. Let’s stop and cook up some of that shoat we bagged this morning.”
I laughed. Chub was always hungry, a huge halfling who besides food, loved me, Slag and no other being in the universe, except perhaps the draft mule he rode. The mule was always hungry too. Chub shared other qualities with his mount, such as strength, tirelessness, and a foul temper. A dangerous combination. But then all of us are dangerous.
“I’m good with that,” I said. “You two set up camp. I’m gonna ride up to the top of that hill and get a look see.”
I spurred Thor, a black Friesian with feathered feet and too much mane. The big horse was a gift from my mother, the elf queen, Ashera. It was the only thing besides my light skin, pointed ears, and thick brown hair she’d ever given me. That, and she’d carried me to term and not killed me at birth, which was the custom, because I was the result of an orc rape. Instead of killing me, she sent me to the village of Wildwhisper. She’d never raise a half-orc babe herself. Elves were all racists. They believed in the purity of the elf race and any mixing of blood was considered an abomination. I was glad she’d sent me to Wildwhisper. Life in the village suited me down to the ground. I’d learned to forge and use the weapons I made.
My two warrior friends and I were raised in the same small village outside the elves’ mountain fortress in what used to be Arkansas. It was also near Edenvale, a hidden sanctuary populated with humans who didn’t care to be serfs to the Magics or live within walls. The people of Wildwhisper maintained themselves by hunting in the forest, tanning hides, and forging weapons. They mined ore and coal in the mountains and found old steel and metal in abandoned cities to melt in forges fueled by the coal. Their swords were highly-valued, the metal folded and then sharpened to perfection and modeled after the Japanese blade, the katana. They also forged enormous axes to be used as weapons and smaller ones for cutting down trees. If it could be made of metal, it was forged in Wildwhisper. I always carried a satchel full of weapons to use in trade if we needed food or lodging, and sometimes I sold them for the most common form of money, silver coins.
As I galloped Thor to the top of the hill, reveling in the strength and immense power of the horse beneath me, I surveyed the landscape. Below stretched the big lake and the wall built around the city of New Orleans. The city center was too far to see clearly, just the spire of a great church, and the remains of tall buildings now crumbling ruins. Inside the wall, small farms were green with summer’s bounty.
I squeezed Thor’s sides sending him charging into a valley and up another hill. At the top, I spotted a group of orcs camped in the bottom of the next valley inside a copse of oak saplings. Smoke from their cook fire rose between the leafy boughs. I couldn’t see all of them, but the usual orc raiding party was ten or twelve. Seven were visible, tending to the huge boars they rode. The hogs grunted and snorted from their position tied to trot lines. I was close enough hear the restless animals.
This was good news to me. Finding a raiding party before it found you was always good news. Then I spotted the girl. She looked about ten and was tied face down across the back of a hog. One of the orcs dragged her off the massive pig and tossed her to his fellow who laughed and ripped off her clothes.
I felt my animal nature rising. Anger at the terrible treatment of the child, for the girl was no more than that, warred with my inner voice cautioning me to take care. I wanted nothing more than to tear down the hill and fight all of them.
I whirled Thor around on his hind feet and galloped back to camp. It was almost dark. Slag and Chub would appreciate the chance to kill some orcs.
I pulled the big Friesian to a sliding stop at the edge of the camp. Slag grabbed my reins. “I see that light in yer eye.” Slag grinned. “Ye found us a bit of work, didn’t ye?”
“Orcs have a girl. We gotta go now. Setting up camp can wait. Mount [JP1] up and let’s ride.”
Slag and Chub leapt on their mounts[JP2] . Chub still had his long bow slung over his shoulder, a quiver full of arrows and his axe in a holster attached to his leather body armor. Slag favored a broad sword, a crossbow with bolts tipped with rattlesnake venom, and a spear. I still had my katana and sheath hooked to the back of my armor. Armed to the teeth, we thundered down the trail, knowing the girl might soon be dead, or worse. A ten-year old was a woman to orcs.
We stopped at the top of the hill overlooking the orc encampment. The sun had set, and a huge moon slowly rose over the trees behind them. The ghostly-blue light illuminated the troop of orcs gathered in a raiding party. We sat still and silent, impatient as we watched the orcs move out. When the orcs crested the far hill and headed toward the city, I dismounted, left Thor ground-tied, and slunk down the hill staying in the cover of shrubs and underbrush. Chub stayed with the horses, but Slag followed.
The fire I’d seen earlier was extinguished, but the orcs obviously planned to return to this camp. Two huge, ugly, green monsters squatted close to the girl. They weren’t touching her, just sitting there watching. Two hogs wandered around behind them, saddled and ready to go, but eating acorns and snuffling in the leaves beneath the trees.
I waved, sending Slag off to the left, while I went right. The hogs scented us and squealed an alarm. The two orcs jumped to their feet. One held a massive hammer, the other a multi-bladed mace, crude but effective. A brace of spears leaned against one of the trees. The hogs came close to inspect me and I shooed them away. One charged, its tusks gleaming blue in the moonlight. I held my katana high over my head in a two-handed grip as I waited for the hog, then I stepped aside and sliced its head off with my razor-sharp blade. The head rolled, foam dripping from its gaping maw as blood gushed from the body. The other hog squealed and ran away.
Alerted, the two orcs raced around in circles searching for us. Slag stepped up behind them and put two poison bolts into the biggest one while I slashed the other diagonally across its body from neck to thigh, opening its belly. Guts and blood poured onto the ground as the stunned orc took a minute to figure out, he was dead, then toppled over.
Smiling, I do love a good fight, I wiped my blade on the grass to clean it. “Get the girl.”
Slag moaned. “Really? Like we ain’t got enough problems?”
“If we leave her here, the orcs will find her and their two dead friends and come looking for us after they kill her.”
“Happen, they’ll come for us, no matter.”
“Not if we catch them first.”
Slag lifted one bushy eyebrow.
“We have to go after them. They’re headed for the city.”
“When did you become a lover of the Magics?”
“It’s not the Magics I care about. The regular folk die too, and they don’t deserve it.”
Slag sighed. “Let’s be off then. Chub’s missing his dinner and that will put him in a right bad mood.”
We found the girl curled into a ball under a rough blanket made of sacking. I pulled the sacking off her face. She was red headed, with pale skin and bright blue eyes. She pounced on me, clawing at my eyes. “Whoa, there filly.” I pulled her off my head. “I ain’t an orc.”
“You are!” she screamed. “You might not be green, but you look just like them.”
“I know I ain’t pretty, but it’s not kind of you to remind me. I might be half orc, but I always thought I was better looking than orcs.” I held her out in front of me and noticed she was younger than I’d thought, and feistier. “We just killed your captors and we plan to get the rest.” She kicked and scratched at my leather wrist guards, tried to bite me, and shrieked bloody murder.
“I can always give you back, if you’d druther.”
She stopped shrieking. “Put me down.”
“Are you gonna run?”
“Duh.”
“Where to?”
“Away from you, that’s for certain.”
Slag stepped forward in all his hugeness and laughed. “Jackal be your onliest chance of surviving, missy. I’d stick with him if I was you, for a kinder heart in a bigger ass you’ll never find.”
About The Author
Janet Post is a self-described military brat from Hawaii. She worked as a reporter for years before retiring to write books. Horses and dogs are her passion along with writing adventure and fantasy for young adults. She currently lives in the swamplands of Florida.
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Book Blitz ~ "Quotes" - Humbled but, Yet Eloquent by Winifred Lee Richardson
Motivational Quotes, Inspirational
Published: December 2020
Publisher: PageTurner Press and Media
"Quotes" Humbled but, Yet Eloquent contains several informative quotes, colorful photographs, special writing features, poems, scriptures list, songs and an autograph page. The book’s focus is to share Encouragement, positiveness and uplifting words to everyone worldwide.
About The Author
Winifred Lee Richardson resides in the Southern California area with her son and dear family. She inherited the love of writing from her mother.
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Friday, January 29, 2021
Book Tour & Giveaway ~ The Queen of Emerald Falls by J. J. DiBenedetto
The
Queen of Emerald Falls
by
J.J. DiBenedetto
Genre:
Romantic Comedy
She's
spontaneous, passionate and has a habit of mangling the English
language.
He's
calm and controlled and always has the perfect thing to say in every
situation.
If
their differing personalities were the only obstacle, they'd probably
have smooth sailing. Unfortunately, things aren't that simple in the
town of Emerald Falls, and life keeps throwing curveballs at Sheryl
Jones and Dr. Jon Hardy.
If
they're going to find true love, they'll have to deal with Sheryl's
archenemy trying to destroy her business, and Jon's interfering
brother showing up to try and ruin his life. And then there's the
vindictive daughter of the richest man in town, not to mention a
stolen vintage Rolls Royce.
Can
this star-crossed couple fight their way past all the obstacles and
make their way back to each other without losing their jobs, their
sanity or going bankrupt in the meantime?
Romantic
comedy fans will love this quirky mix of "How I Met Your Mother"
and a daytime soap opera.
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J.J.
(James) DiBenedetto was born in Yonkers, New York. He attended Case
Western Reserve university, where as his classmates can attest, he
was a complete nerd. Very little has changed since then.
He
currently lives in Arlington, Virginia with his beautiful wife and
their cat (who has thoroughly trained them both). When he's not
writing, James works in the direct marketing field, enjoys the opera,
photography and the New York Giants, among other interests.
J.J.
is the author of the Dream Doctor Mysteries, the Jane Barnaby
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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ A Fighting Chance - Disaster Crimes Series by Chrys Fey
A
Fighting Chance
Disaster
Crimes Book 6
by
Chrys Fey
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
Thorn
has loved Amanda from afar, giving her whatever she needs as a
survivor of abuse—space, protection, and stability. He yearns to
give her more, though, to share his feelings, kiss her, love her, but
he's worried the truth will frighten her away.
And
Amanda is afraid. She's scared of her attraction to Thorn. Most of
all, she's terrified of her ex-boyfriend, who is lurking nearby where
no one can find him. When she grows closer to Thorn, Damon
retaliates, jeopardizing their happy ending.
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little bow. Plus, there was one disaster that I hadn’t written
about yet. *wink*
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editor for Dancing Lemur Press.
Fey
realized she wanted to write by watching her mother pursue
publication. At the age of twelve, she started her first novel, which
flourished into a series she later rewrote at seventeen.
Fey
lives in Florida and is always on the lookout for hurricanes. She has
four cats and three nephews, both keep her entertained with their
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