Sunday, October 24, 2021

Book Blitz ~ CAMA - Your Special Friend - Written by Cheryl Beck & Illustrated by Melissa Charpentier

 

 


Change, Kindness, Love, Forgiveness

Children's Books

Publisher: Tellwell Talent



Introducing Cama: Your Special Friend, a unique little elephant who mysteriously arrives just when she is needed most.

In this collection of stories, readers will meet memorable characters from diverse backgrounds who are facing relatable struggles. Cama shows up with magical surprises while helping the characters, and the readers, find and express their own inner strengths to overcome life's challenges.

Cama is the special friend you will wish for your children and grandchildren.

The characters are also diverse–one story centers on a Spanish-speaking family, while another follows a boy named Dayne who is trying out for the wheelchair basketball team. Children love the brightly colored, dreamlike watercolor illustrations in these relatable miniature dramas, while the straightforward prose is easy for new readers to understand. Children will easily identify with these characters and their familiar emotions–and long for a friend as special as Cama.




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Cheryl Beck is an artist and small-business owner living in Carstairs, Alberta. Most importantly, she is a mother and grandmother and enjoys these titles the most.

The first story of Cama: Your Special Friend arrived as a vivid dream, which Cheryl awoke to record in the middle of the night. Excited to share Cama's adventures with her own grandchildren, Cheryl continued writing, creating a series of stories to comfort and inspire children around the world.


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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Find Beauty within Darkness - Stopping the Pattern by Giselle McNab

 

 


Find Beauty Within Darkness:

Stopping the Pattern

by Giselle McNab

Genre: Inspirational Autobiography


At age fourteen, Giselle McNab was on her own. Grieving the loss of her childhood, Giselle wrestled with the events of the past and the bleak promise of her future. Where is there to go when you feel like you’ve hit rock bottom? In this intense and emotional retelling of events in her life, McNab weaves and incredible story of triumph and overcoming every odd stacked against her. She explores the family dynamics, financial struggles, and emotional trauma that perpetuated a cycle of abuse in her childhood and even into her adolescence. Moving through her mother’s history in the Bronx, New York, and then being passed around to different relatives, McNab chronicles the feelings of abandonment and isolation she experienced as a child. Find Beauty Within Darkness is the harrowing story of a survivor. A woman who has not only survived but is now thriving. McNab compels each of us who have experienced trauma to try things a different way—to push past the pain to finally reveal the beauty within us all.


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Giselle McNab has been figuring out life on her own since the age of fourteen. Her young life was marred by a disturbed, troubled, and volatile childhood. This rocky beginning led to years that spiraled with uncertainty. Despite that, she found the strength and courage to recreate her life, in order to better herself and the life of her daughters. Upon receiving her bachelor’s degree from the University of South Florida, Giselle worked her way up to a senior position in finance for a Fortune 500 company, and is Six-Sigma certified, specializing in improvement methodologies. She uses her free time to volunteer at Habitat for Humanity and coordinates One Blood drives. She also volunteers at non-profits that focus on helping women escaping domestic violence situations.  Hearing the stories of others who have fought for their survival fuels her passion for helping others overcome and rise up from rock bottom. Giselle finds her inner peace at the ocean but her true happy place is at home, where she enjoys cooking and gardening. She and her husband reside in Tampa, FL, and share a happy, blended family of six children



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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ The Spiricom - An Early Mystery by Roslyn Reid

 

 


The Spiricom

An Early Mystery Book 2

by Roslyn Reid

Genre: Paranormal Mystery



She was killed on their wedding day…but he couldn’t let her go.

Tall, handsome Dr. Spencer Py was a well-respected environmental scientist…until a limo crash killed his new bride Melanie and left him in a wheelchair. He is racked with despair over his failure to save her until the fateful night he discovers plans on the internet for the Spiricom, Thomas Edison’s electronic device for communicating with the departed. Determined to be united with his beloved Melanie, he builds the device—never imagining his unexpected results would draw an unsuspecting James Early into the scariest case of the Maine detective’s life.


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A Scandal at Crystalline

An Early Mystery Book 1

Chandler Hammond’s wife says he and his hot Iraqi girlfriend skipped out of their Maine town of Finderne with his company’s millions. But his sister thinks his wife murdered him and hires detective James Early and his teenage son Tikki to find the truth. A Scandal at Crystalline follows them through an intriguing maze of unexpected encounters: financial shenanigans, two beautiful women who were sleeping with each other (and with Chandler Hammond), a police psychic, and a runaway kid in a remote mountain cabin. But things turn dark when their investigation forces them to consider the unimaginable—the sinister side of raku pottery.


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Amazon best-selling author Roslyn Reid's first mystery, A Scandal at Crystalline, debuted to almost a dozen five-star reviews on Amazon. It reveals the sinister side of raku pottery and kicks off a series of quirky mysteries set in Maine, featuring Black private detective James Early and his teenage son Tikki. The Spiricom, second book in the series, debuts in September 2021.

Reid lives with her corgi, Great Pyrenees, and husband in Downeast Maine, where she gardens, lifts weights, and hikes. A former model, she contributed to Llewellyn's annual almanacs for several decades and has written for a few of the local newspapers. She is a member of the Author's Guild, has a blog on Goodreads, an author page on allauthor.com, a LinkedIn account, and several boards on Pinterest. You can follow her on Bookbub, or on Twitter as @the_moonshadow.


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Book Blitz ~ Fury - Black Reign MC by Marteeka Karland

 

Fury
Marteeka Karland
(Black Reign MC, #4)
Publication date: October 29th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Noelle: I had dreams. Goals. That all changed when my baby brother suffered a traumatic brain injury. Now Jonas is my responsibility, and I can’t let him down, even if he’s his own worst enemy. I still have goals — I’m a fighter. As in MMA. Mixed Martial Arts. I want to be the best — fighting in the UFC. To be the best I need the best trainer. That’s Fury. The toughest man I’ve ever met. He doesn’t know it, but he’s also the man I’m in love with. But when Jonas gets in trouble, the only way I can save him is to go underground — illegal fights. I can’t tell Fury. He’d kill me himself. Or worse. Disown me. But I don’t have a choice. Jonas’ life is on the line. I have to fight. And I have to win. No matter the cost.

Fury: I spent seven years in the Army — the exact time it took to pay back my obligation for earning my medical degree free of half a million dollars in student loans. After that the Army and I both decided I might be better off putting my skills to use somewhere else. So now I put bikers back together for my club, Black Reign MC, and I’m damn good at what I do. I’m even better at taking them — and anyone else who gets in my way — apart. Lately I’ve been passing those skills on the smartest, most street savvy kid I’ve ever trained. But Noelle is a kid — barely 21 — and I’m way too old for her. Now she’s gone and gotten herself in a boatload of trouble. If she tries to fight Shadow, he’s going to kill her. And if he throws the fight, our mission to close down these illegal fights will fall apart. Innocents will die. How do I choose one life over another? It was hard enough as a doctor in the field. Now it’s so much worse… because I did the stupidest thing I could have done — I went and fell in love.

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“What now, boss?” Shadow asked. “You gonna make sure she’s all right?”

“Can’t. We gotta prep for this fight.”

“I got this,” he said. “That girl’s in pain. You can see it on her face.”

“Ain’t my problem right now, Shadow. You are. You get hurt, and Cain’ll have my hide.”

The big man chuckled. “That’s true. But Cain knows I can take care of myself in this kind of situation. I was built for fighting.”

My gaze snapped to him. “This ain’t no game, Shadow. Those men would as soon kill you before you got in the ring as not.”

“Fully aware,” he said, not fazed in the least.

“Come on,” I said. “Ain’t got time to fuck with her. She came into this on her own, she can go out on her own. Either way, after tonight, I’m done with her.”

“Uh huh.” Shadow chuckled as he walked back to our pit. “Let me know how that goes.”

I stayed for a while, watching as Noelle took off her gloves. She left her wraps on and used a towel to wipe her face off. Then she calmly reapplied the Vaseline to her face and readied for the next fight. Thankfully, I didn’t see any cuts to her face or obvious bruising except to her right shoulder. With any luck, that could work to her advantage.

Then I realized what I was thinking. The longer she kept this up, the more likely she was to get hurt. My gut clenched, and I wasn’t sure why. I’d already decided I was cutting her loose after tonight. As I continued to watch her, she glanced up, then did a double take. Yeah, she noticed me.

I refused to drop my gaze first, needing her to know how angry I was at her. Her lips parted, then her face flushed. She closed her eyes and winced hard before opening them again and meeting my gaze. She nodded once, knowing she was gone from my gym in that moment. Then she went back to work, readying herself for her next match. Which, I realized, was Shadow.

“Motherfuck,” I muttered. “Just Goddamned motherfuck!”

I stomped over to her, leaning in close to inspect her face. As her trainer, it was an automatic reaction. “You hurt?”

She shook her head, her gaze darting around. “What are you doing here? You can’t be here!”

“I could say the exact fuckin’ thing to you, Brawler.” I let my anger show. She might as well know how much fucking trouble she was in.

“Look, you need to go away. Leave me alone.”

“Why? I’m your trainer. Right?”

“Not tonight.”

“Not after tonight either.”

She winced and looked away, but nodded. “I hear you.”

“Why, Noelle? Why would you throw away your future for a quick buck?”

Her head snapped back in my direction. “Because none of your fuckin’ business, that’s why.”


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Romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.

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Saturday, October 23, 2021

Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Beauty in the Beast by Stevie Rae Causey

 

 


Beauty in the Beast

by Stevie Rae Causey

Genre: Fantasy, Fairytale Retelling


What lies are hidden behind the legend of the Beast?

A motorcycle accident leaves Belle alone in the woods, where she discovers the one monster she can't outrun is the one of her own making.

A short retelling of Beauty and the Beast


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I write MG and YA Epic Fantasy that explore real-life themes. I believe that fantasy and fiction create a safe space for young people to explore the ins and outs of the world we live in and I aim to write the kind of stuff that entertains as well as fosters introspection.

When I'm not writing or speaking to teens, I'm usually chasing my kids, going on wilderness adventures, and posting pictures of my pets on Instagram.


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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Blood Covenant Origins - Biblical Retellings by C. A. Gray

 

 


Blood Covenant Origins

Biblical Retellings Book 3

by C.A. Gray

Genre: Biblical Fiction


One of the most common arguments against Christianity is that the God of the Old Testament seemed so drastically different than the God of the New Testament. In the Old, many claim He seemed cruel and capricious, while in the New, He suddenly became a God of love and tolerance. Yet Jesus said, “If you’ve seen Me, you’ve seen the Father” (John 14:9), and the writer of Hebrews tells us that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever” (Hebrews 13:8). If God hasn’t changed, how do we explain the apparent difference? The answer lies in a long-forgotten word: covenant.

Covenants play little to no role in our world today, but in ancient times they were all-important. Treaties between individuals, tribes, and kingdoms took the form of blood covenants. These were much stronger than our modern concept of a contract, which can be broken by finding clever legal loopholes or sometimes simply by a decision not to honor one’s word. By contrast, covenants were bonds broken only by death, and at times extending to the progeny of the two making the original agreement. Ancient covenants entailed unending loyalty and faithfulness, and often included the union of all assets, liabilities, and responsibilities between the parties. Most cultures had such a concept. They got the idea from God, who keeps His covenants to a thousand generations (Deuteronomy 7:9). But in order to make such treaties with mankind, God had to find a willing human participant.

This collection of biblical retellings explores the covenants between God and Adam, Noah, and Abraham, and how these covenants (or the lack of them) affected His dealings with mankind at various times. Each chapter begins with a fictionalized retelling, followed by an afterword discussion of commentaries and why I made the choices I did in the stories. Finally, they include the original scriptures. God’s ultimate goal was always love and grace for all mankind, and yet He had to balance this with justice, as well as with honoring His own original word. Blood Covenant Origins is the story of how He began the process that ultimately led to the cross.


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C.A. Gray is the author of three YA Amazon bestselling trilogies: PIERCING THE VEIL (magic and quantum physics meet Arthurian legends), THE LIBERTY BOX (dystopian metaphysics and mind control technology), and UNCANNY VALLEY (dystopian coming-of-age with neuroscience and super intelligent A.I). She starts with some scientific concept that she's interested in learning more about herself, and then creates lots of epic chaos and high-stakes action to go along with it. Her stories are free of gratuitous violence, language, and sexual content, and she abhors depressing endings... but they're not all kittens and rainbows either! She also listens to and reviews audiobooks on her website (www.authorcagray.com), Goodreads, Instagram, and on her podcast, Clean Audiobook Reviews, where she also occasionally interviews other authors.

By day, C.A. Gray practices naturopathic medicine, podcasts, and writes medical non-fiction under her maiden name (Lauren Deville). She lives in Tucson, AZ with her husband Frank, and together they maintain an occasionally contentious film review blog (under her real name: Lauren Baden. Three names. Yes.) She's kind of the queen of multitasking--so in her spare time, she creates whatever meals or crafts she found most recently on Pinterest, drinks lots of coffee (Aeropress btw) and occasional wine (reds--and she saves the corks for craft projects), works out (while listening to audiobooks), and studies the Bible (about half of the podcasts on Christian Natural Health are scripture meditations). ...She does sleep, too.

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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Crop Burner - The Tale of Fearn & The Deamhon by Gavin Black

 



The Tale Of Fearn & The Deamhon

High Fantasy

Date Published: 10/11/2021

Publisher: Global Book Publishing



-- Along with awesome power comes the greatest test of will --

Despite his humble farming roots, young Fearn displays incredible powers. Blessed by Dainua to harness the strength of every soul surrounding him, he’s known as an Asinta and could help the kingdom vitally. However, due to dark events that marred the name of those akin, Fearn finds himself distrusted by the superstitious villagers and even his own father, Dair . . . effecting untold sorrow.

To overcome the ancient ills of prejudice will not be easy. Luckily, there’s magic, too, beyond the spatial world — in words. As taught to be a “teller of tales” by Dair, who long has honed the craft, Fearn learns with creativity to also quickly capture minds. When wicked comes to visit, however, one mentor alone will guide the boy — a mentor with a story that has yet to end with due revenge.

Fearn soon shall discover the cost of love and loyalty — of hate and betrayal — and venturing to save his land, he’ll run the risk of losing himself, as deamhons play for keeps.



The Flower

Dair teetered on the edge of the wooden chair, staring at the dying flames in the hearth as he tried not to focus on the sounds coming from the bedroom. His callused fingers alternated between tapping rhythmically on the lip of the chair and tracing the outlines of the raised grain in the wood. He was trying to ignore the Crop Burner that sat behind him in the dark. Sweat trickled down his neck at the thought of it. Turning his attention back to the fire, he noticed it had burned down to its last log. The light of the flames barely lit the small, sparsely furnished room. As he watched the flames dance across the oak, the sound of his wife’s screams rattled the walls of the adjacent room.

Why did I allow her to bring that into our house? Dair asked himself, though he knew the answer—he would do anything for his wife.

He reassured himself that there was no reason to worry; no child of his would be one of them.

The cries of childbirth grew more pronounced. Getting up slowly, the chair creaking as his weight shifted, he moved to the pile of wood next to the hearth and carefully selected a log that would give enough fuel to stoke the fire but conserve the dwindling fuel supply. It had been a harsh winter, and despite spring’s approach, the cold still seeped into every nook and cranny at night. Dair had not been able to go out and get fresh wood the last few days. Needing to preserve what they had, he picked up and meticulously weighed the log in his hands, placed it in the hearth, and grabbed a long metal rod, prodding at the embers to help stoke the fire.

He turned back to the table and looked up at the Asinta seated across from him. The man had been there for most of the night. A thick winter cloak was draped over his shoulders and fastened around his neck with a thin metal chain. Under the hooded cloak, the man wore a fine woolen tunic with intricately embroidered golden hands clasped at the wrist over his left breast. The man’s face was covered in shadow; just his lips could be seen. Dair surmised the man to be about his same age. To get his mind off of his wife’s screams, he gave in and derided the man. “So, Crop Burner, you spend all of your time harassing farmers? Or do you get time to kill their crops as well? I bet you’re pretty disappointed that the winter weather has spoiled any fun you might’ve had killing everything I own before leaving.” Dair spat on the dirt floor next to the man’s worn leather boots.

 The man scowled, pursing his lips together as if to speak. Finally, his face slackened and he shook his head in disgust before replying. “Your wife is the one that summoned me here. I would have been more than glad to have come during the spring. I am surprised we were requested, as you Northerners rarely comply with testing your children.”

Grumbling, Dair responded, “I would’ve been fine if you didn’t come at all. She’s been sick for the past few months and got it into her head that you had to be here. Oy, Dainua knows I tried to talk her out of it.”

The screaming from the other room suddenly quieted. No sound followed, and time seemed to stop. The silence washed over Dair and the stranger like a wave, drowning Dair in fear. Just as he was about to bolt to the bedroom door, a new cry broke the silence. He stared at the door. A moment later, it slowly opened, and the midwife beckoned him into the room. As he approached, she put up a hand.

 “The baby is doing well, but I cannot do any more for your wife. I’m sorry.” She slid past Dair into the other room with the baby swaddled in her arms. As Dair peered into the room, the strong smell of iron assaulting his senses, he noticed the bedding was dark— almost black in the light of the lantern on the nightstand. Speaking to himself somberly, Dair mumbled, “Oy, the bedding is so dark. How can all of that blood be hers?”

He stumbled towards Lia, who lay on the bed among rumpled sheets. Her rosy complexion was gone, replaced with a pallid gauntness. Her eyes were sunken, peering at him as if within a deep well. The taut skin made her cheek bones flare out like those of a bird about to take flight. The beautiful lips that had been full and vibrant sat flat and pulled back, her gums and teeth showing through her weak smile. Every breath she took contorted her face into a grimace of pain and agony.

“My love, everything will be fine,” Dair lied, thinking that she was too pale.

Her lips began to quiver, and her mouth opened as if to speak, but not a single word was uttered. As he leaned closer, she strained to whisper faintly, “Fearn... name him Fearn.”

“Shh. Be still, my love. Everything will be alright,” Dair replied, trying to reassure himself as much as Lia. The weight of the world seemed to be crashing down on him. Sliding to the floor and putting his forehead to her icy hand, tears started to pour down Dair’s cheeks. Her hand moved, reaching to brush away his tears. Looking up at her through bleary eyes, he saw her smile—the same smile he remembered from their wedding day as she said ‘I do’. After a moment, her eyes closed, and her pure face showed no more pain. The hand that touched his face slowly fell away. “I will always love you. We’ll name him Fearn, after your father,” Dair whispered. Pulling himself up, Dair leaned over Lia, his tears raining gently on her face as he kissed her one last time.

Dair stumbled out of the room and slumped back into his chair. Laying his arms on the table, he buried his face and wept. “Oy, Dainua, take me in her place. What did I do to deserve this?”

A faint and muffled cry broke through Dair’s sobbing. Sitting up suddenly, trying to wipe the tears from his face and wetness from his nose, Dair looked to the midwife. “O Dainua! The baby! How is the baby?” The midwife walked over and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. Glancing up into her face, he blathered, “Umm... is it... no, I mean the girl... uh, boy... doing alright? Oh dear, if it is a girl, I can’t name her Fearn. But I made a promise.”

“The baby is fine and it is a boy. Here.” The midwife slowly lowered the baby into Dair’s arms. The baby was strangely quiet except for a few soft whimpers. Dair asked, “Are babies supposed to be this quiet?” Those he had encountered in the past were always crying over something. The midwife smiled a knowing smile and nodded.

Running his hand over the baby’s head, he wondered aloud, “How can something so perfect come from such chaos? Oh, why did she have to die?” A gloved hand reached out and patted his arm. Looking up, he realized he had forgotten all about the Crop Burner. As the Asinta walked around the table, he pulled back his hood. He had closely cut brown hair, a day’s worth of stubble covering his chin, crow’s feet near his brown eyes, and tan skin weathered from a life spent on the road. Dair recognized a smell that reminded him of his wedding day while standing under the great oak: the smell of the grass beneath his feet and that beautiful flower his wife wore. What flower was that? Why are memories so hazy? Dair wondered.

 “Are you well enough?” the Asinta asked.

“Eh? Oh, sorry.” Dair mumbled as he pulled himself out of his reverie. “Get to doing what you need to do so I can be rid of you,” he huffed.

Leaning forward, the man gently lifted the baby out of Dair’s arms and placed him on the table. Searching in his robes for a moment, the man finally withdrew a small metal box, opened it carefully, and placed it on the table at arm’s length. Searching again in his robes, he pulled out a finely-made pair of silver tongs. Using these, he pulled a flower from the box, one with flawless petals of the deepest shimmering blue Dair had ever seen. The emerald green stem looked as if it had been carved by artisans. As the man quickly closed the box, Dair noticed that there was a second, identical flower still inside. “I never get tired of looking at these,” the Asinta sighed.

Reaching down, the man unswaddled the baby until the pink skin of his tiny chest was exposed. The Asinta placed the flower gently on baby Fearn’s chest. “This should take only a few moments, and then you can be rid of me.”

“Wait! What is that? No, that can’t be! He has Telgog’s curse,” the midwife gasped and shrank away as the flower started to change. The cobalt blue of the petals slowly started to fade. Black veins began to creep up around the petals, the green in the stem seeming to melt as a black hue boiled to the surface. The stem curled, writhing like a snake. The black veins in the petals grew wider and longer, a plague enveloping the blue until nothing but black remained. The once pristine flower that lay on Fearn’s chest was now a bright, glossy black reflecting the flames in the fireplace.

A loud crash echoed through the room as Dair desperately tried to back the chair away from the table and instead knocked it over, toppling to the ground himself. Dair continued backing away until he was against the wall. “Get that thing out of here!” Dair screamed. “I won’t let this thing mock my wife’s death or taint her father’s name. It won’t be living under this roof. I’m a respectable farmer and won’t have some deamhon killing my crops!” Fearn began to bellow. Rushing over, the midwife quickly swaddled him and pulled him up to her chest. Swaying back and forth to try to calm him, she looked to the Asinta and said, “The baby is going to need to feed soon.” The Asinta pulled a heavy leather purse from his belt and held it out to her. “Take the boy to the closest wet nurse,” he directed. He looked over at Dair, still flat against the far wall. “Better yet, arrange for the baby to be taken care of until it can be weened, at which time the baby will be returned here.” Dair started to stammer in protest, then stopped and looked back through the door to where Lia lay.

“I will feed and clothe him, but not for you, Crop Burner. I’m doing this for my Lia,” Dair insisted. Standing, he walked over to the chair that lay on the floor and picked it up, turned it to face the fire, and sat down. “Get out of here, both of you,” Dair growled. “I’ve had enough for one night.”

The Asinta glanced at the midwife. “You better get going. Wait, though. I almost forgot I need one more thing. Please let me see the baby’s shoulder.” He reached into his robes, withdrew a small bottle and pulled a knife from his belt. “I will need a sample from him so we can determine where his powers may lie.” The midwife did as she was told. Grabbing the baby by his hand and pulling his arm straight, the Asinta slowly carved a small square of skin from Fearn’s shoulder and dropped it in the bottle. Fearn burst out crying again. The Asinta pressed his hand over the wound and grabbed the midwife by the arm. Before she could ask what he was doing, a sharp pain shot from the center of her body to the arm he held. Just as she was about to scream, the pain ceased. He removed his hand and, where the small square was cut in the skin, a fresh pink scar had appeared. The Asinta hurriedly picked up the box and tongs, put them away in his robes, and without another word, left the small farm house. Gathering up her supplies and baby Fearn, the midwife followed the Asinta out.

About the Author

Gavin Black lives with his wife and two boys in Reno, Nevada. Growing up, he spent his formative years in the hospital due to a congenital lung malady. He found an escape in fantasy and science fiction novels, beginning with the books of David Eddings and followed by so many of the greats: Tolkien, Heinlein, and Asimov, among others. He was always drawn to stories with deep character development and that defied readers’ expectations. When not writing, he can be found playing board games with his family and friends, reading, or discussing the varied merits of many a pop culture franchise.

Gavin and his wife, Ann, met at Renovation, the 2014 WorldCon. Together, they enjoy attending numerous conventions – always in cosplay! – including D23, WorldCon, Wizard World, and any others that come within 100 miles of Reno. Gavin’s favorite panels always include learning more about the creation process in any media form. He’s also attended courses by Neil Gaiman and Brandon Sanderson on the ins and outs of writing fantasy.

Before he began writing, Gavin imagined up dozens of worlds and characters, often inspired by the unique folks he met traveling while working as a systems engineer for different gaming companies. Although only a few have found their way into his first novel, he swears he has a never-ending supply for future tales!


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Book Blitz ~ The Cursed Princess by Alexa H. Michaels

 

The Cursed Princess
Alexa Michaels
Publication date: October 1st 2021
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

A fresh and dark urban fantasy abounding with treacherous secrets, desperate fights, and an angsty romances that could ignite the pages.

I’m Kyra Baxter. Once, I was human—now, I learn it’s all a lie.
As the top student at my university and the best intern in Dallas, I thought my life was built in the clouds, and I was on top of the world.
But then…it all crashed hard.

A murdered friend.
A secret world.
A mysterious warrior.

It’s safe to say that the life I thought was solid will never rise from the rubble. It’s time to move on, and live the life I was always meant for–what I was born for. Except there are those who want to make sure that never happens. In fact, if I don’t move quickly, the enemy who I’d been hidden from is coming for blood.
The curse I bear has blocked my memories, so I’m left to blindly navigate this new world. And when a swarthy male saunters into my life, I’m forced to face a ghost from the past without knowing who he is and was, and what he wants.
He says he’s here to help.
He admits he’s keeping secrets.
As our attraction grows, all I know is that if I want to break this curse, I’m going to need his help. And unless I heed the warnings my late friend spent her dying moment’s telling me, everyone I know and love could end up butchered.
This curse could be the death of all those I hold dear.

If you like fierce heroines, powerful heroes, terrible secrets, and slow-burn romances, then read the urban fantasy The Cursed Princess, the first book in the Kyra Baxter Trilogy!

**This is the beginning of a trilogy and ends on a cliffhanger.

***Author’s note: this book is intended for a mature audience in terms of content, language, and passionate happily ever afters!

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EXCERPT:

“You’d better let me go,” I threatened, raising my voice even louder. “My friends are waiting for me to pick them up downstairs. They’ll come looking.”

I clamped down on my shaking muscles and willed myself to stand firm. Snakes of fear slithered in my gut and I tried valiantly not to shake.

“No one is coming, Little Female,” one scoffed. There was a unanimous chuckle from the rest. I had a sinking feeling they knew I was bluffing.

The one who was holding my neck brushed a piece of hair aside and brought his nose down, inhaling right behind my ear. “Richer than the bouquets of the orient—human fear.”

Human. My mind fixated on the word and I tucked it away for later.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy you, Female.”

The hot air from his words sent chills through my body.

“Don’t scare her now,” said the one standing in front of me.

Too late.

“We just want a little fun,” whined the one who held my arm from behind. “Her flesh will be decadent mixed with all that fear.”

These homeless men were clearly psychotic—they had to be on something. To resort to cannibalism attested to the state of their mental instability. I pushed through the disorientation of the situation and grasped for rational knowledge. “Let me go. Right now!” I demanded, praying that someone would hear me.

That filthy fingernail—for I refused to call it a claw—crawled across the side of my neck. There was a sting of pain as if I had been scratched by a cat. I knew the wound wasn’t deep. It was the infection from the filth that sent my gut churning and it was the last straw. I lifted my foot and slammed the stiletto spike of my high heel into what I hoped was his foot.

I had done it so carefully, making sure that none of them saw. Yet they had moved so fast that the spiked heal of the shoe bit into the concrete of the parking ramp. The contact reverberated through the joints of my ankle and knee. I hissed and tried to ignore the pain. They laughed at me.

“You’ll be sorry,” I promised.

We all knew it was a lie.

Licking his lips, the one in front of me leaned forward.

Fight! I wouldn’t go down without clawing and scratching. It wouldn’t be much, but it would be valiant. I braced for his impact, preparing to slam my head into his.

“Unhand her!” a masculine voice shouted from the ramp. I heard the pounding of shoes as another man sprinted toward us. The next moment, however, the monstrous men let go of me, shoving me backward.

I wobbled, unsteady on my feet, but before I could fall over, a firm hand reached out to steady me. Disoriented, I glanced down and saw the long, elegant fingers that had caught hold of me. They were clean with no claws, and their grip was strong—holding me up rather than entrapping me.

It took a moment for my balance to return. Only then did the stranger retract his hand, but I still felt his solid presence behind me. Perhaps I should have been more frightened at the arrival of another man. But instead, some kernel deep inside me stirred to life—a feeling I couldn’t place sang in my very bones, and I decided to trust my rescuer.


Author Bio:

When Alexa isn't writing, she can be found with a book in her lap and a mug of coffee or glass of red wine within reach. A native of the North Woods, Alexa is an avid lake-jumper, beach lounger, and sunshine lover.

Alexa is living a happily ever after with her own steamy hero. Together they have an English Springer fur-baby and would love a few more!

Alexa loves any type of love story. So you can find her writing both contemporary romance and fantasy novels. Instead of making a separate pen name, Alexa just adds her middle initial to her fantasy genre books!

Alexa H. Michaels ~ Author of Fantasy

Alexa Michaels ~ Author of Romance

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