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June 16, 2025
A Deceptive Game Ensues Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
House of Croft, Book 4
Historical Mystery / Thriller / Romance
Date Published: 06-17-2025
Acquitted of the crime he was accused of, Adrian Croft begins an investigation that could link a duke to his sister's death. But with a fresh series of murders leading straight to Saint George's Hospital, Adrian is torn between his quest for revenge and the need to catch an active killer. For though he may have sworn to yield his power in order to gain a pardon, all bets are off when villains threaten his city.
Having proven her unfailing loyalty to her husband, Samantha Croft settles into married life - an idyl that quickly crumbles when she and Adrian get caught up in a new series of murders. As they follow a trail that leads them through subterranean tunnels and to a secret organization, they face another threat too: a ghost from Adrian's past who's about to bring war to their doorstep.
USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes writes historical romance novels in which the characters break away from social expectations in their quest for happiness and love. Having written for Avon, an imprint of Harper Collins, her books have been published internationally in eight languages. With a fondness for travel, Sophie has lived in six countries, on three continents, and speaks English, Danish, French, Spanish, and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency. Ever the romantic, she married the same man three times—in three different countries and in three different dresses.
When she’s not busy dreaming up her next swoon worthy romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, practicing yoga, baking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading.
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June 15, 2025
The Teacher Inside Me Review #GayBookPromotions
NEW RELEASE
Book Title: The Teacher Inside Me
Author and Publisher: Anthony Auswat
Cover Artist: Anne Channarong
Release Date: June 11, 2025
Tense/POV: first person, present tense, single POV
Genres: MM Dark Romance, Mystery/Suspense, Queer Psychological Thriller, Taboo, Coming-of-Age
Tropes: Student/teacher, forbidden love, power imbalance, age gap, first love, coming out
Themes: Obsession, power and control, desire vs. morality, reputation and ruin, queer identity, boundaries, masculinity
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 71 000 words/322 pages
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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A forbidden student-teacher obsession.
A queer coming-of-age thriller.
A story that lingers like a bruise you can't stop touching.
This post contains material suitable only for readers 18+.Blurb
Liam is just trying to finish high school and keep his secrets to himself. Mr. Hilton, his English teacher, is everything Liam shouldn't want—straight, married, and way off-limits—but possibly...interested. What starts as an innocent crush blurs into something more real, more intense, and more dangerous than either of them can control.
Because some lines should not be crossed. Some lessons can't be unlearned. And some desires come at a terrible price.
The Teacher Inside Me is an emotionally charged LGBTQ+ psychological thriller about longing, power, and the darkness within us all.
Originally racking up 2.6 million reads by a global audience on Wattpad before it was banned, this newly revised and completely uncensored edition invites you back into the shadows—rawer, deeper, and more haunting than ever.
This is the book they tried to bury—but The Teacher Inside Me is too disruptive to ever disappear.
Excerpt
I can’t believe he’s wearing that cologne again. Today of all days. A test day. A day when we get handed an exam with a series of questions about the Anton Chekhov play, The Seagull. A day when we have to scribble answers in the form of short essays to prove not only that we read the play from beginning to end but also that we thought about it deeply. First line: “Why do you always wear black?” Last line: “The fact is, he’s shot himself.” And everything in between.
I’m sitting in the front of the classroom, dead center, because we all were randomly assigned seats at the beginning of the school year and I guess I happened to be unlucky. Never before have I willingly chosen to be this far up front, an open target for questions posed, stripped of the privilege of blending in. But in this class, I don’t mind all that much because it means I get to be close to Mr. Hilton, closer than any other student.
I can smell him from here, and it’s making me swoon. I know it’s an old-fashioned word, “swoon,” but that’s the best way to describe how I’m feeling. How am I going to make it through this test? The scent—his scent—has managed to crawl far up my nose. And that may sound like a complaint. But it’s not.
I’ve always been sensitive to smells. And when the smell is wafting from a man I find extremely attractive, a man in his early thirties who seems simultaneously young and mature, a man whose rugged stubble covers a boyish face, a man whose wavy dark brown hair is short enough to be considered clean-cut but long enough for someone like his wife to run her fingers through, a man whose slim blue jeans and red dress shirt reveal the contours of his fit body, a man who doesn’t belong in a quiet suburb of Los Angeles teaching English but does belong in between the pages of a men’s fashion magazine . . . well . . .
The room is spinning a little, the way it does when I sometimes get up out of bed too fast. A comforting warmth fills my entire head and melts down onto my shoulders and the rest of my body. My heart: is it beating faster? My stomach: is it tightening up? Down further: what?
To put it simply: his cologne is driving me crazy. Like I want to leap out of my chair, pin him against the chalkboard, and ram my tongue down his mouth so deep and so long that I could tell exactly what he had for breakfast. Gross, I know. But these are my thoughts. And if I can’t be honest in my thoughts, then life would suck even more than it does now. I mean, I can’t be honest in my words and actions. And that’s one of the reasons I can’t wait to graduate. To get out of this city, Point Liberty, where I was born and where I don’t want to die. I want to move to a place where nobody knows me and I can finally be myself.
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Ornery Owl's Review
Rating: Five out of Five Stars
This book is absolutely, positively for readers 18+ only.
Now that we've got that out of the way, let's get into the review.
This book provides an exceptionally thrilling journey into the darkest areas of the troubled psyche. To write this story off as lurid, age-gap erotica penned to deliver a cheap thrill would do it a disservice. While it delves into a forbidden relationship that crosses multiple lines, there are deep subtleties in both the plot and characters. Despite being oversexed and often overly dramatic, the troubled actors in this passion play are not simple stereotypes. They are archetypes.
The story contains elements of comedy, drama, and tragedy. Past the midpoint, Liam's erotic obsession with Mr. Hilton takes a dark turn. The author adeptly uses foreshadowing in scene descriptions, employing light and dark elements to hint at something sinister lurking in the shadows. The story also contains dark comedy elements. It is more intellectual than I expected, including references to Anton Checkhov's works both literally and via the plot.
The author has had trouble with people attempting to ban his work. Although this story contains many startling elements, nothing about it warrants it being banned. I hope schools, particularly at the college level, will start teaching about the use of metaphor in literature and, above all, about engaging in critical thinking again. The literary world becomes boring when everything is overly sanitized.
About the Author
Anthony Auswat is the author of hot and dangerous gay thrillers, including The Teacher Inside Me and Hunter’s Hidden Camera—which collectively racked up more than three million reads on Wattpad before being banned. He lives in Los Angeles, where he writes under a pen name to protect the guilty, hide from his bosses, and get away with murder.
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(Kiss of Death MC)
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap
Date Published: June 20, 2025
Violet Harrington has a haunted look about her that pulls at my protective instincts like nothing has in a long time.
Violet -- In my world, girls aren’t deemed useful for much other than to be married off, creating a tie to a rival family. I did my job. I married the man my family chose, and I got pregnant right away. Now my life is a nightmare, wondering if this is the day someone will kill me, or worse, take my son. When Caleb witnesses the abuse I live with, he gives me an ultimatum. Leave his father, or Caleb will kill the man himself. That’s when my lawyer introduces me to Quinn Devereaux, the man known as Riot. He asks me a question I’ve never heard before. What do you need, Violet?
Riot -- I was gone the first moment I laid eyes on the tiny woman with the suspicious twelve-year-old guarding her like a pit bull. She’s my service requirement assignment -- to protect her and her kid from her husband and father. Domestic abuse is never pretty, but her story hits way too close to home. I’ll watch over them, and in the end, I’ll do whatever it takes to prevent history from repeating itself. Even if it means I risk going back to prison.
Warning: Riot (Kiss of Death MC 4) deals with issues of domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers.
EXCERPT
Riot
Community service. What a fucking joke. I appreciated the fact I needed to pay my debt to society. I did bad shit and deserved everything the judge gave me and then some. Knuckles pulled some strings and got me out on parole three years earlier than expected, and it had come with mandatory community service. My lawyer told me Knuckles had friends in high places and not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I understood. I also knew how to keep my mouth shut so I had no intention of finding out anything more.
I’d only been out of prison three days. Now they expected me to go back to the courthouse. Voluntarily. I didn’t know why, only that it had to do with the aforementioned community service.
It was three o’clock on Friday afternoon. My instructions were to wait outside in a specific area. Which wasn’t suspicious at all. I parked my bike under a tree at the back of the building and waited. As a condition of my parole, I had to carry a cell phone on me at all times. I had no trouble a phone on me. The last thing I wanted was to go back to jail, so if being tied to the fucking phone meant the powers that be could track my every move, so fucking be it.
I had to chuckle. I wanted to stay out of prison, yet I was all in with Knuckles and Kiss of Death MC. An outlaw club by their own admission. Yeah, I was new and didn’t know all the guys yet, but there were two things we all had in common. First, we’d all spent time in Terre Haute. Some more than others. And second, we all knew and trusted Knuckles with our lives. Knuckles had the keys to the yard in Terre Haute. He’d been the shot caller on the inside. I thought he probably had more power in prison than most people did on the outside. If he said he could keep me safe from the probation officers with an ax to grind, I’d do what he said, when he said do it, and count my blessings.
The point being, Knuckles was the one who set me up with this particular lawyer. She’d represented me at my parole hearing and she was the one who demanded my presence at the courthouse today. Knuckles said do what she said to the best of my ability and without objection. The details were supposed to be given to me when we met up. Apparently, this was a rush job or something. Knuckles said she’d made a point for me to wear my colors and ride my bike. Jeans, black T-shirt, motorcycle boots, and my cut proudly proclaiming I’m a member of Kiss of Death MC and that we were a one percent club. I personally didn’t like this idea, but Knuckles told me not to worry. He’d kept my ass alive in prison. Just like he had most of the other guys. No way would he toss me to the wolves now.
I glanced at my watch. Five after three. She’d told me three o’clock sharp, but I’m just the ex-con biker. What did I know about being on time?
At ten after, a little white Ford Fiesta pulled up next to me. I was leaning against the seat of my parked bike, my legs crossed at the ankles and my arms crossed over my chest. Classic badass biker intimidation pose. The windows were tinted on all sides except the front. I couldn’t see the passengers but I recognized the woman who got out of the driver’s side.
“Ms. Thompson. Wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon.” I wasn’t lying. Knuckles had explained everything to me on the way to Nashville from Terre Haute, but I thought I’d have a little time to process life on the outside before I got shoved back into the legal system.
“Nothing’s free in this world, Riot. You know that.” Lana Thompson was an in-your-face powerhouse. She wasn’t the sneak attack you didn’t see coming. She was the mortar fire you heard half a mile away and hurried to get the fuck out of the blast zone.
“And it shouldn’t be. I ain’t complainin’. I just wasn’t expecting my point of contact to be you.”
She gave me a superior smirk. “Oh, you and I will see a lot more of each other, I assure you. I’m the reason you’re out, you know. Well…” She shrugged. “Me and my other employer. He pays me. Knuckles gets his people.”
“Impressive. Do I want to know who your other employer is?”
“Probably not. In any case, I wouldn’t tell you. You want to know shit like that, talk to Knuckles.”
“Yeah. I’m good.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “When I asked my parole officer about my community service, he said someone would contact me. No one has. You sure this is countin’ toward my community service?”
“Who told you to meet me here?”
“Knuckles.”
She grinned. “Looks like you have your answer.”
“I’m not sure Knuckles counts?”
“You said your parole officer told you someone would contact me. He say who?” I could tell by the look on her face she knew the answer to this question but I was committed now.
“He said to do whatever the fuck Knuckles told me to.”
“Uh huh.”
“You know, people would like you better if you weren’t so smug.” I wanted to be irritated at the woman, but really, her making fun of me was my own fault. The joke practically wrote itself. I raised my hands defensively. “Knuckles told me to be here and I’m here. I was told three o’clock sharp.” I gave her a pointed glance, then down at my watch.
“Yeah,” she breathed with a sigh. “Sorry about that. Poor thing’s balking hard.” She nodded to the vehicle and her passengers. “Her son and I had to coax her into letting him do this and we still had to practically drag her into the car.”
That got my attention. “What’s going on? What is it I need to do?” Something inside me coiled tight. I knew without a doubt something was about to happen that would change my life. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to pay attention because I was about to get knocked on my ass.
“My client is about to testify that his father beat his mother. Kid knows his mom is the underdog in this fight. His father’s a big shot with a whole team of lawyers and she’s got me.” She grinned, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach was getting stronger by the second. “Caleb is a good kid. He’s so protective of his mother it almost hurts. If his father gets Caleb alone, Caleb will do his level best to kill the guy.”
I gave her a hard look for long moments, replaying her words to make sure I’d heard her correctly. The weight of everything she was saying was hitting me like a wrecking ball to the fucking head. This woman had chosen me for more than one reason. “You fuckin’ bitch,” I bit out. “Only reason I don’t kill you right here is because it’s not worth goin’ back to prison.”
“Good!” Bitch Thompson, as I would now refer to her, said with wide-eyed enthusiasm. “You don’t want to go back to prison. That’s great! But the only way you stay out of prison is by doing your community service, big guy, and this is it.”
“Why? Why me? There’s got to be hundreds of other people you could use for this.”
“You don’t even know what I want you to do yet.”
“Got a pretty fuckin’ good idea. Is this supposed to make me feel better about what happened and about what I did?”
Instantly, Lana Thompson was in my face. This was the side of her everyone in the courtroom feared seeing. She’d used the same expression and tone of voice at my parole hearing as she was using now. Only this time, she grabbed a hold of my ear and yanked, twisting my earlobe painfully. Sure, I could have made her stop. I could have seriously hurt her. But I didn’t hit women. Not for any reason.
“No. It’s not supposed to make you feel better. It’s supposed to keep that young man out of fucking prison. Now. What are you going to do about this situation, hmm?” Lana’s voice was silky smooth as she purred in a supremely satisfied voice.
“The fuck kind of question is that? Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”
“Can’t you get out of a simple ear hold from a woman half your size?”
“Lana, what the fuck’s your problem? I could fuckin’ break you in half and you fuckin’ know it!” I felt like I was the butt of some joke I didn’t get.
“Exactly!” I thought she might let me go, but she didn’t. Instead, she twisted harder and I had to lean down to keep her from taking my fucking ear off. “You’ll stand there and let me hurt you rather than take a chance on hurting me.” Yep. Definitely the butt of the joke.
“What the fuck do you want me to do?” I snarled my question at her. “I ain’t gonna hit you. I don’t hit women. Or kids. Now, let go of my fuckin’ ear!”
To my surprise, she let me go and stepped back, grinning from ear to ear. “Which was my whole point.” She called out to whoever was in the car. “You see? Come on out.”
I rubbed my ear, trying to get blood moving again as well as ease the ache. As I was working up to a scathing remark to Lana, the doors to the car opened and a boy of about eleven or twelve got out of the back while a short, slender woman emerged from the front. She wasn’t much taller than the boy and it was a tossup as to who weighed more.
My heart thumped painfully in my chest and I froze. She had short, shaggy curls in a riot of orange around her head and skin as creamy as milk. Her eyes were the palest blue I’d ever seen and almost too big for her face. But what had me wanting to howl in rage, what had me ready to murder some motherfucking son of a bitch, was the bruise across her cheek, the finger-mark bruises on her bare arms, and the cut on her lower lip that stood out like an accusation.
I swallowed as I stood to my full height, still rubbing my ear absently. The kid moved in front of his mother but stood his ground.
“See, Violet? This isn’t a man who’s going to hurt you.”
“What do you need?” My gaze bore straight into Violet’s, trying to pull the information I wanted out of her head so I could go kill someone. Déjà vu but I didn’t care. I’d charge hell with a water pistol and damned the consequences if this woman said to.
“I-I just w-wanted someone strong to be here to support my s-son.” Her voice was melodious and soft. Like an angel whispering. She was obviously nervous, that didn’t make her any less beautiful or courageous. “M-my husband can be…” she trailed off.
“Where do you need me, Ms. Violet?” Because, parole or not, there was no way I was leaving this woman to deal with some asshole on her own.
About the Author
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.
Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts (which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with Marteeka's latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her website. Don't forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you with a potpourri of Teeka's beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.
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June 14, 2025
June 13, 2025
Kill Beth New Release Blast #rabtbooktours
Horror/Psychological
Date Published: June 12, 2025
Publisher: Deadbolt Books
After a horrific incident fifteen years ago, theater director Mike O’Brien never planned to return to Seattle. But when his estranged best friend sends him a script he can’t ignore, Mike finds himself back in the city with a spotlight on his troubled past.
As rehearsals begin, so do the nightmares. Strange figures keep him up at night, the production is plagued by one horrific accident after another, and everywhere he goes he can’t help but see the same message: Kill Beth. The strange thing is, Mike doesn’t know anyone named Beth, or how he could ever be capable of killing anyone.
When his world descends into chaos, Mike has to ask if he’s being haunted by his past, or if there is some sinister force working behind the curtain to derail his life.
About the Author
Jon Cohn is a horror novelist and professional board game designer. His works include 2024 Indie Book Brawl Quarter-Finalist Slashtag, and the much less popular, but award winning novel The Island Mother. He gets his best ideas from a tarot reader who lives in Hawaii.
As a designer, Jon is very excited to finally be able to merge horror books and board games together by bringing Ghostland to life as a board game, coming to Kickstarter. He’s also designed games like Thanksgiving, co-designed with Eli Roth, Basket Case and Taboo Horror.
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Jon lives in San Diego with his supernaturally patient wifeDelaney, and their adorable dog, Miss Cordelia Chase.
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Book Title: The Hidden Heart
Author: Patrick Bryce Wright
Publisher: JMS Books
Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs
Release Date: April 26, 2025
Tense/POV: third person, past tense, single POV
Genres: Sweet MM Contemporary Romance
Tropes: Co-worker to boyfriend, silver fox, age gap, May-December, size difference, boss-employee, workplace romance
Themes: Wounded guy finds love, found family
Heat Rating: 1 flame
Length: 20 000 words/ 60 pages
It is a standalone book and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Ellis Isaacs falls in love with his new boss, silver fox Richard Quillen, but worries Richard will find him inaccessible or cold. Will the older man see Ellis’s true heart and return his feelings?
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At the Kissinger-Mann detective agency, the mystery of love is solved just as often as crimes. When detective Ellis Isaacs joins the agency, he falls in love with his silver fox of a boss, Richard Quillen. However, Ellis faces two big problems: He tends to fall for straight men, and even when he doesn’t, Ellis’s ex-boyfriends claim he is inaccessible or even cold. Also, he has no idea how Richard will react to the age gap between them.
As Ellis works hard to spend time with Richard outside of work, problem after problem unfolds. Is Richard straight, or is he already dating a male co-worker? Is the age gap a problem, or is the issue Ellis’s reputation for being cold? Will this older, wiser man see Ellis’s true heart and return his feelings, or will Ellis’s heart remain hidden?
Excerpt
Ellis steeled himself and headed across the hallway to Richard’s office. On the strength of the single donut he had eaten on the way there and half a cappuccino, Ellis paused in the doorway and gathered his nerve. It was time to ask the man out for coffee.
Richard was already seated at his desk, wearing a dark gray suit and a maroon bowtie. He read over papers that filled a manila folder. As expected, he was breathtakingly handsome.
Ellis took another sip of cappuccino for courage and then spoke. “Sorry to interrupt you, but I have a question.”
Richard glanced up. “Hm?” He met Ellis’s gaze and gave him a smile. “Not at all. What is it? I’m always here to help.”
If only you could help in the way that I wish you would. “I’d like to get coffee with you sometime this week. At lunch, maybe? Or tomorrow morning? We could even go after work, if that’s better timing.” Ellis’s heart pounded. He always hated this part: setting himself up for rejection.
“Well, sure,” Richard said. “Be glad to. We could get some coffee tomorrow morning if you’re an early bird like me, or we can have lunch. I know a café not far from here that has great sandwiches and decent coffee.” He looked curious, one eyebrow lifting, although he didn’t ask any questions.
“Lunch is perfect,” Ellis said. “Let’s shoot for noon today.” This was the closest he had ever gotten to asking an older man out on a date. Despite his miserable track record with men in general, he’d managed to go on dates with men his own age. That was how he knew he wasn’t interested in getting serious with any of them. At securing a lunch with Richard, Ellis felt a smile threatening to overtake his face, and his heart still raced. “We can always leave a couple of minutes early or late depending on how our mornings go.”
“True,” Richard said. “All right. As soon as you’re ready for lunch, stop by. I’m just doing paperwork today.” There was a kind twinkle in his eyes.
“Great!” Ellis headed up to the third floor to his office, his dour Monday morning officially turned around. I asked a silver fox out for coffee, and he actually said yes.
About the Author
I’m a quirky English professor with tattoos, piercings, and an addiction to supernatural thriller, horror, fantasy, and science fiction. I'm proudly neurodivergent, third gender, and a trauma survivor, all things often reflected in my novels. I have degrees in both English and psychology, both of which inform my writing. In my free time, I enjoy hiking, off-road biking, and pyrography.
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Science Fiction
Date Published: 05-07-2025
Publisher: Talk+Tell
An exciting new global experiment atop The Great Pyramid draws in the world to wake up Elizabeth, a girl lost in a coma. When eyes open.....
....A Dewic word -spoken, forgotten, remembered- fractures Magnetic Intelligence. Every intention, every twisted emotion, e v e r y d a m n w o r d s p o k e n i n M a g n e t a, becomes a loaded gun.
The Age of Glory is shattered to pieces.
Now what?
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June 12, 2025
The War in Heaven Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Fantasy / Adventure / Religious & Spirituality
After a third of Heaven's angels rebel, a fearful archangel struggles to save Heaven, humanity, and his older brother from absolute ruin.
Moving beyond that, The War in Heaven is an epic allegorical myth that explores humanity’s endless struggle with a multitude of psychological, ideological, and emotional conflicts. It ultimately presents a transformative journey of two brothers that discover peace in the face of addiction, diversions, anger, fear, and desire.
As mentioned, The War in Heaven is an allegory. It’s a story of one’s relationship with reality. It’s an invitation to look at our identities, our relationship with ourselves, other human beings, and the world around us. It’s about facing internal and external conflicts and ultimately obtaining peace.
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Mano has always been interested in belief and value systems (i.e., philosophy, psychology, religion, and mythology), and the study of inherited truths. Specifically, how we create our realities every day through the adoption of prescribed precepts and largely unquestioned thoughts. Mano is an award winning visual artist that has over 23 years of higher education teaching experience. His work has been highlighted in national and international competitions and has been exhibited in art museums and galleries across the United States. Mano’s formal education includes a BFA, MFA and MBA degree.
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Fantasy, Action/Adventure
Date Published: May 2, 2025
Eska’s life has been shaped by the constant threat of the wilds—and the even greater danger posed by the church.
In their secluded home beyond the city walls, Eska was taught the skills to survive in a world teeming with monstrous creatures, her childhood marked by rigorous training, resourceful hunting and unyielding discipline.
Beneath her exterior lies a dangerous secret: her mastery of Bloodcraft, a rare and forbidden magic that allows her to manipulate her own blood as a weapon.
The church views her power as heresy, branding those like her as abominations. Their relentless hunt for Bloodcraft users has forced Eska and Oblea to live a life of quiet exile, far from the safety of the towering walls that protect humanity.
But the wilds are unforgiving and no amount of isolation can keep Eska hidden forever. As whispers of her existence reach dangerous ears, Eska's carefully constructed world begins to unravel and her survival skills are put to the ultimate test.
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Tessedan Devalere writes fantasy fiction, exploring narratives rich with magic, romance, and heartfelt tragedy. Before turning to novel writing, Tessedan spent nine years as a software engineer, with much of that time dedicated to indie game development.
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