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December 11, 2024

The Hunter's Daughter by Nicola Solvinic - Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza



Winter SolsticeBy Nicola Solvinic
The sun god is goneHe stripped the leaves when he wentTrampled the grasses And swept into the bronze sunset
The winter god is hereThe stag-horned watcherKnown only by cloven tracks in the snowAnd the weight of his gaze under snow-spangled lashes
Heavy twitching branches of greenOnce obscured the moon in summerThat seething nightOf cicadas, crickets, bullfrogs singing 
Night’s perfectly still nowExcept for the crunch of snow And the moon burns through skeletons of bare treesWith the thousand flickers of dead stars
Underground, curled in thick earthPrey dreams of summer days, He will dig it up, drag it, bellowing and twitchingTo the surface
In the red and white fieldPrey races across the snowsHe will overtake it, felling itIn a tangle of broken legs and sinew
He is the hunter in both seasons, king of these woodsSeething and silentSearching out his precious sacrificesSunless, in shadow, he reigns.


The Hunter's Daughter Nicola Solvinic 
Genre: Supernatural Mystery, Serial Killer ThrillerPublisher: ‎Berkley Release Date: May 14, 2024Hardcover: ‎ 384 pagesISBN-10: ‎0593639723ISBN-13: ‎978-0593639726
Book Description:
A hypnotic, sinister debut mystery about a seemingly good cop who is secretly the daughter of a notorious serial killer.
Anna Koray escaped her father’s darkness long ago. When she was a girl, her childhood memories were sealed away from her conscious mind by a controversial hypnosis treatment. She’s now a decorated sheriff’s lieutenant serving a rural county, conducting an ordinary life far from her father’s shadow. 
When Anna kills a man in the line of duty, her suppressed memories return. She dreams of her beloved father, his hands red with blood, surrounded by flower-decked corpses he had sacrificed to the god of the forest. 
To Anna’s horror, a serial killer emerges who is copying her father – and who knows who she really is. Is her father still alive, or is this the work of another? Will the killer expose her, destroying everything she has built for herself? Does she want him to?
But as she haunts the forest, using her father’s tricks to the hunt the killer, will she find what she needs most…or lose herself in the gathering darkness? 

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Excerpt:


“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this, Elena.”


A soft voice echoed from the other side of the house.I turned my gaze to a pile of rotted fallen beams. My dad sat there quietly inthe dark, perched as he would in a tree stand in the forest. His hat was lowover his head, and his rifle was slung over his shoulder.


“I didn’t mean for you to find out at all.”


I whimpered.


He sighed.


“Are you a monster?” I demanded. The word didn’t seemadequate. “Monster” sounded like a word for fairy tales. Not my beloved dad.


He looked at the bodies arranged around the room.“Maybe.”


He stretched his legs and slid down the pile. I backedup against the rusted stove. Liquid sloshed, and something cold and wetsplashed down my side. I recognized the smell immediately: curdled blood. Ametal bucket turned over and crashed on the floor, spilling the rest of theblood over my sneakers.


I was frozen. I saw the outline of the door, and Ishould’ve run. But I was rooted in place, as motionless and helpless as any ofthese women.


My dad loomed over me. His face was strange, his eyes toodark and still. This man who stood over me was not my dad. He was somechangeling who had come to take him, leaving an evil shell in his place. Amonster.


“What have you done with my dad?” I croaked.


He reached out to touch my cheek. I flinched.


“Your dad is gone.” His voice was a low hiss, likerain in a gutter.


And I knew then what I saw. It was my dad’s ForestGod, the one he called Veles, dark and terrible and devouring everything underthis roof. He wanted me. I didn’t know if he meant to consume me like thoseother women or if the Forest God was wanting to do to me as he was doing to mydad, wearing my skin like his own . . .


The door crashed open. The Forest God spun, reachingfor his rifle, but he was tackled by a snarling dog. Percival.


An armed shadow stood in the doorway. Agent Parkes. “Freeze,” he ordered.


The Forest God had no intention of obeying anyone’sorders. He wrestled with the dog, and the rifle went off. A new hole was blownin the roof, and I was partially blinded by muzzle flash and deafened by agunshot in a closed space.


“Drop it!” Parkes commanded. His voice was faint andtinny over the ringing in my ears.


The Forest God scrambled away from the dog, kickingPercival in the chest. He sighted his rifle on the dog.


I screamed.


The Forest God hesitated for an instant—only aninstant.


It was enough.


More gunfire, muzzle flashes. The Forest God tumbledacross the floor. Parkes advanced on him, shouting, his shoes slipping in theblood. Percival was growling, clamping my dad’s right hand in his jaws. Therifle spun out on the floor, the barrel skidding up against my sneakers. It washot, and it singed the rubber of my shoe.


“Put it down!” Parkes yelled. The man who had oncebeen my father had gotten his hunting knife loose from his belt and wasslashing at Percival. He’d pulled himself up into a half crouch, dripping onthe floor, snarling like a cornered animal.


“Put it down now!”


I knew Parkes was going to kill my dad.


Trembling, I reached down for the gun at my feet.


 

About the Author:
Nicola Solvinic has a master’s degree in criminology and has worked in and around criminal justice for more than a decade. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and cats, where she is surrounded by a secret garden full of beehives.
https://www.nicolasolvinic.com/ 
https://twitter.com/NSolvinic 
https://www.facebook.com/NSolvinic 
https://www.instagram.com/nicolasolvinic 
https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/authors/2287094/nicola-solvinic/




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December 10, 2024

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RELEASE DAY! BEYOND EARTH (Various Authors-Anthology) #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/49z6caO


Deck the Halls with Books: The Coal Elf (The Coal Elf Chronicles Book One) by Maria DeVivo + giveaway #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/4iuWo5x


WILD by ADRIENNE WILDER #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3ZlLs1q

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December 9, 2024

Release Day Blitz Beyond Earth


Beyond EarthStephanie Morris, Lola Blix, Celia Breslin, Leslie Chase, Candice Gilmer, Alina Riley, Robin O’Connor, Sky Robert
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance, Science Fiction RomancePublisher:  Carnal ImprintDate of Publication: December 10, 2024
Tagline: Discover passion among the stars…
Blast off to the future with this limited-edition collection of sizzling, science fiction romance stories!
Book Description:
Otherworldly seduction and intergalactic adventures await you in these high-heat, open-door tales from a diverse group of authors. Meet alien gladiators, cyborgs, AI lifeforms, psychic aliens, interstellar royalty, psy-changelings, fearless humans, and more. Visit alien worlds, travel on high-tech vessels, and immerse yourself in red-hot seduction blazing brighter than any quasar. The Beyond Earth anthology is a pulse-pounding, toe-curling journey into the cosmos. If you enjoy out-of-this-world romance with guaranteed happily ever afters, lovers from different worlds, fated mates, enemies to lovers, grumpy-sunshine, rescue romance, and more, then you’ll love this treasure trove of spicy, steamy, futuristic stories. Order your copy of Beyond Earth to begin your passion-filled voyage into the galaxy today!
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Excerpt from“Claiming Kaden” by Celia Breslin


The station’svid screen flared to life, blocking her view. A handsome and angry male facefilled the space. The brightest amber eyes she’d ever seen glared at her.


“Stopshooting,” the man growled.


The facedisappeared.


“Who the hellwas that, Athena?” A Zyphorran? She ignored the gorgeous stranger and keptfiring at the battleship.


The facereappeared. Dark brows furrowed over his blazing whiskey eyes. “Desist, woman!”


“Desist this,you jerk!” She shot at the enemy. Continued to miss. “Ugh!”


She didn’t carehow handsome he seemed, with his pale, silvery blue skin and spiky dark hair,and those glowing eyes which looked like they could melt a girl’s panties.


No one told herwhat to do, and no one would force her into servitude.


Never again.


The greenvessel took out two enemy ships before it planted itself in front of Calie’sstation.


Angry Guy’sface filled her screen. “I’m trying to help you. Stop firing!”


Oh… Cranky Guywas the pilot of the green ship. Possibly a good guy? Calie lifted her handsaway from the controls.


As she watched,he took out every single destroyer then turned his attention to the warship.


“Shield ateight point seven percent,” Athena announced. “Hm…”


“What do youmean, hm? Should we head for an escape pod?”


“This is mostintriguing. And disconcerting,” Athena murmured, not answering her escapequestion.


“What, thatguy’s amazing battle prowess?”


“No. Heinfiltrated and took over my communication system to speak with you.”


Okay, now Caliewas doubly impressed with good-looking Mister Frowny, because Athena was apowerful genius. No one bested her.


Calie plasteredher palms on the controls. “Let’s help him kick that warship’s ass.”


“Don’t youdare,” their unknown ally barked, audio only.


“Are youeavesdropping on us? Rude!”


“The unknownmale is attempting to take control of all station systems, Calie.”


“Cut it out,whoever you are,” Calie warned him. She aimed one of the station laser cannonsat his ship.


“Who I am? I’mthe male who’s going to disable and commandeer the warship, then eliminateeveryone on board it while you sit on your pretty ass and stay out of my way.”


He thinks I’mpretty? Sheshook off the frisson skating down her spine. “Screw you. I’m blowing up thatwarship. Athena, take it out.”





About the Author:
Celia Breslin lives in California with her husband, daughter, and three feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, the Fae, and cyborgs. When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to fantasy TV shows and movies.
Website: http://www.celiabreslin.com      
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/celiabreslin/
BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/celia-breslin 
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CeliaBreslinAuthor  
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CeliaBreslin     
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A Round-Up of Daily Virtual Book Tour Stops


The Hunter’s Daughter by Nicola Solvinic – Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza
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The Devil I Love by Kay Freeman- Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza
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Rainbow Cookies Recipe
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The Devil I Love
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WILD by Adrienne Wilder
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December 6, 2024

A Bewitching Friday

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The Hunter's Daughter Nicola Solvinic Poem, Excerpt & Giveaway
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WILD by Adrienne Wilder - Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza
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December 5, 2024

The Devil I Love by Kay Freeman- Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza



DIY Fabric Ornament


Materials:
Scrap ribbon or fabric
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The Devil I LoveThe Devil ChroniclesBook Two Kay Freeman
Genre:  Contemporary Gothic RomancePublisher: Kay FreemanDate of Publication:  02/10/2024ISBN: 979-8-9853618-4-1 ASIN:  B0CQ4KH1K9Number of pages:  247Word Count: 68,180Cover Artist: Consuela Parra
Tagline:  She was supposed to be my wife, not my rival’s slave.
Book Description: 
I promised to go legit. The truth—I can’t. It’s who I am. 
When I break the news, River returns my ring and relocates like I knew she would. I don’t tell her the rest. My only hope, he sees the engagement is off and decides our deal is too and leaves her alone. 
If he doesn’t and takes her, she’ll become his and I'll never escape the hell I've created.

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Excerpt


"We need topostpone the marriage." My words echo through the cavernous space,sounding harsher than I intended. The yellow flames from the candles reflect inRiver's eyes and a tear slides down her cheek. It's like when you're passing acar wreck; I don't want to look, but I can't stop myself. My bedroom is the quietestroom in The Palace, which is the reason I brought River here. Everywhere elsein the house is frenzied and boisterous with my employees getting ready forwork. They live here with me and that's the way it's always been, and it seemsit's going to remain that way.


River'sshoulders slump. "I can't believe you're doing this, Cruz." Shecollapses onto my throne, carved from ebony. I purchased the piece at auction.It was a steal. In the past you had to come from royalty to sit on one or killsomeone who did. Most people today don't feel comfortable sitting on one unlessit’s in jest. You need a large ego to do it, which suits me fine. No one sitson it but me. River realizes she's made a mistake and gets up quickly. Her facecrumples. "Why must we?"


"I thoughtI could, but I can't. I've lived in The Palace since I was twelve and—"


River staggerstoward me. "You promised. You said we'd be a family. You're going back onyour word." Her forehead wrinkles.


"I can'tgive up a business I'm good at it. I've done it a long time and—"


"You haveMonsters now. It's a nightclub, and it's legal, not against the law like…"But she holds the rest of her words, while holding her hands at the same time.She doesn't call it a whorehouse, a brothel, or any of the other nasty names peopleuse to describe what I do.


"Berealistic, River. Monsters doesn't come close to earning enough money. It’sjust another Chicago nightclub. I make ten times the amount in receivables in asingle day with The Palace. I'm sorry, River, but I can't give it up, or any ofthe others…yet. I've got too much overhead."


"But maybesomeone else can run it and—"


"I can't;no one else can manage the women."


"When will yoube ready to marry and give up the brothel?" River twists her engagementring. The smell of burning sage is the only thing keeping me strong. I want totake back my words before I say them. Do anything to stop what's coming. But ithas to be done. I need to make her go. I'd said several chants to build mystrength earlier, but it won't protect us from what will happen when I saythese next three words.



About the Author:
Kay Freeman spent the early part of her career as a professional artist. She's shown her work throughout the United States under her professional name, Kay A. Klotzbach. She was awarded two Geraldine Dodge fellowships for her paintings from the state of New Jersey. Kay was a full-time art professor in South Jersey for over twenty-three years and was granted a Princeton mid-career fellowship for her teaching and her community-based learning projects from Princeton University.
Kay decided to pursue her passion for writing after her manuscript, Truth Moon, was selected by Romance Writers of America's RAMP program in 2021, which led to the publication of her debut novel, Truth Moon, by The Wild Rose Press. Kay has gone on to self-publish four other novels. She also writes a publication for romance authors, What Do Romance Authors Think About, a free newsletter, on substack.
Freeman is passionate about contemporary gothic and suspense romance. Kay loves to balance dark characters with more spiritual ones when writing her novels, providing ways for heroes and heroines to transform themselves into better people. Besides her passion for art, reading, and writing, she loves blues music, tequila, her husband Barry. This list is not intended to be in any particular order. Kay lives in Wilmington, DE, in a mid-century, modern kit home designed by Donald Scholz that she and her husband are still in the process of restoring.

https://www.kaylaafreeman.com
https://kayfreeman.substack.com
https://www.instagram.com/kayfreemanthewriter/
https://www.facebook.com/kayfreemanthewriter/




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The Devil I Love by Kay Freeman- Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza
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December 4, 2024

A Bewitching Wednesday

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The Coal Elf by Maria DeVivo - Deck the Halls with Books Holiday Extravaganza #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/49jpWyM

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December 2, 2024

The Color of Sound by James Garcia Jr



The Color of SoundJames Garcia Jr
Genre: HorrorPublisher: James Garcia JrDate of Publication: September 6, 2024ISBN: 9798338051665ASIN: BODGDQCHJ7Number of pages: 337Word Count: 86,860Cover Artist: Maria Zannini
Tagline: This week, they all want her dead.
Book Description: 
The voice that Jewel Foster hears in her head is not her own. It tells her terrible things and has since she can remember. Often it demands she kill herself. It’s a miracle she’s made it to sixteen. One extraordinary night changes everything.
There are scales over the eyes of mortals to prevent them from seeing the immortal. Jewel loses them and can now see the angels and demons that surround and interfere. Neither side is pleased that she can see them.
She will meet her guardian angel who will explain everything to her. But what can a mere mortal hope to do with such a gift?
Now, both sides in a spiritual war press against her; a war that has raged since the Devil was cast out of Heaven.
Last week, one wanted her dead. This week, they all do.
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Excerpt:


Jewel is hummingan 80’s hair metal song to herself as she crosses the last street of the dayand steps onto the sidewalk on her block. It’s a song that never gets old;however, where she has heard it recently enough to cause it to ear worm intoher consciousness, she does not know. It has been a pleasant walk home. Shenotices no demons on her way, and if present, none challenge her.


She notices her stalkerwalking toward her and makes no effort to escape.


Whatever, she thinks.He’s not ruining my day.


When he reachesher, he spins and then walks beside her.


“You soundpretty full of yourself right now,” he says evenly. She detects a hint ofdispleasure in his voice. “I would not have pegged you for a Whitesnake fan.”


She merelyshrugs.


“What’s theproblem?” she asks. “It’s been a good day. Don’t try to ruin it.”


“Yes, I will besad to do so. It has been a long time since you have been this giddy.”


“Giddy?” sherepeats. “I have never been giddy.”


He makes a soundthat she doesn’t immediately discern. It is something between a laugh and agrunt. “I will grant you that it is rare, but it has happened.”
Jewel lets it go.


They are halfwaydown the block now and neither speak for quite a while.


“You mustrealize that this is not a game,” he says, finally. It isn’t a question.
Jewel sighs. “I should have snuck down the alley,” she says.


“You alreadytried that tactic.”


“So, what do youwant from me?”


“You have nothingthat I need,” he replies.


“Okay, what am Isupposed to do?”


“For one, youcan stop poking them.”


“Poking who?”


“You know who,Julie,” he answers. “Leave them be.”


Jewel stopswalking. They are near the foot of her driveway now. She turns and faces him.“How can I do that?” she asks. “They’re evil. They put thoughts in your headthat aren’t yours. They lie, cheat and steal. Mine told me the vilest things.All this time I thought it was me…”


“I know that.”


She stops. “See!That just pisses me off! They put horrible things into your head, and you knowall about it. Who are you?”


“You alreadyknow…”


“Don’t tell methat!” she snaps. “Just don’t! I want you to spell it out for me.”


He stands andsimply looks at her.


“Sonofabitch!”she shouts. “So, you’re a guardian angel or something?”


He nods.


“Can’t you evensay it?” she asks and throws up her hands


“Yes, I can. Iam your guardian angel. Does that help?”


“No, it doesn’thelp,” she replies, still smoldering. “That only begs further questions.”


“Fine,” he says.“Ask away.”


She glancesabout the neighborhood as she contemplates what to ask.


“So, no one cansee you?” she asks finally. It is the first thought that occurs to her in theheat of the moment. “Anyone looking this way right now sees a crazy girl alone,throwing a fit on the sidewalk?”


“Only when Iallow it. When they do, they see only a man.”


“Then do itnow,” she says. “I’m tired of feeling crazy. I’ve lived a lifetime of that.”


“As you wish.”


“Do you have aname? Of course you do. What is it?”


“I am afraid Icannot tell you that.”


Jewel appearsstartled, as if slapped. “Excuse me?”


“I have a name,yes. But it is nothing you could pronounce.”


“Try me,” shesays, but he quickly holds up his hands as if to calm her.


“Please do notmisunderstand. When we are named… All of us, humans, angelic beings, otherwise,it is by others who are masters or parents. There is ownership implied. Minehas given me a name because he is my master.”


“God, huh?”Jewel says. “So, you’re a religious nut.”


“The very firstkind,” he answers evenly.


She shakes her head.“So, what do I call you?”


“I have hopethat whenever you call me it will be friend.”


“Isn’t that asong?”


“Yes, KennyLoggins and Melissa Manchester wrote it.”


“It’s a very oldsong.”


“I promise you Iam far older.”


“How come youknow so much about music?”


“I spend quite alot of time waiting. I amuse myself with music.”


“Who’s yourfavorite?”


“Would youbelieve the Mormon Tabernacle Choir?”


She frowns.


“They are quitegood, you know.”


“Try again?”


“The GregorianMonks.”


“Who? Seriously?Chanting? I don’t believe you.”


“I appreciatemuch, but once you have heard music in heaven there is really nothing else.Perhaps Zeppelin.”


“Get out ofhere,” she says, exasperated, and heads for her house.


He makes no moveto follow.


When she reachesthe ninety-degree angle at the walkway that leads to her door, she stops andlooks back. “Are you seriously just going to stay out here forever?”


His face growsserious. “That is up to you.”


“How so?”


“You have seendemons with your own eyes, and now you know you have a guardian angel, and havehad one since birth.”


“Do I knowthat?” she asks. “Sure, I have you to vouch for that, but all I have is whatyou’ve told me. And you really haven’t told me much.”


“In any event,”he continues. “What does that tell you?”


“About what,mysterious stranger?” she asks. “What does it tell me? It doesn’t tell meanything.”


“When you areready, I will be here.”


“Ready forwhat?”


“I will behere,” he repeats. “But, please, leave them be.”


“Why should I?”she asks and holds out her hands.


He pauses, as ifmeasuring his words. “Because they will soon poke back.”



About the Author:   
James Garcia Jr was born in Hanford, California. He moved up the road to Kingsburg with his family as a child. After graduating KHS, he attended Reedley College where he met his wife. The family still makes its home in Kingsburg which is typically the setting of his fiction.
He was the 1994 winner of the Writers International Network/Writers Inter-Age Network writing contest in the horror category. He is the author of the edgy Dance on Fire vampire series, and the stand-alone novels, Seeing Ghosts and Photographs.
During the day, he is the safety manager at Sun Maid Growers of California.
Website: https://jamesgarciajr.jimdofree.com/
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November 25, 2024

A Bewitching Monday

A Round-Up of Daily Virtual Book Tour Stops


INTERVIEW WITH BARBARA HARTZLER (The Century Portal) #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3V8r5U7


The Color of Sound by James Garcia Jr #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/4hXbEIl


Step back in time and discover the spirits of Crossroads Village in Haunted Hotels of Michigan by Roxanne Rhoads https://amzn.to/3Touz4p
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Guest Blog & Review The Color of Sound by James Garcia Jr #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3V4ygN3


A Halloween Playlist by James Garcia Jr #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3V6OftW


Arts and Crafts with Barbara Hartzler Author of The Sacred Stones Portal Series #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/4fCqT7Q



Praise for The Hunter’s Daughter: “Original and compulsively readable, The Hunter’s Daughter is a pagan treasure; dark, memorable and ultimately satisfying. Vivid and fast-paced, the story draws you in from the first page and never lets go.” - Scott Hawkins, author of The Library at Mount Char
The Hunter's Daughter by Nicola Solvinic from Berkley Publishing Group. https://bit.ly/3YDcQHB
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