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Dark Genesis by A. D. Koboah

Dark GenesisThe Darkling TrilogyBook 1A. D. Koboah
Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Twenty Four Publishing
ISBN: 978-0957300309ASIN: B007NI8GUS
Number of pages: 278Word Count: 90,414
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Book Description:
Life for a female slave is one of hardship and unspeakable sorrow, something Luna knows only too well. But not even she could have foreseen the terror that would befall her one sultry Mississippi evening in the summer of 1807.
On her way back from a visit to see the African woman, a witch who has the herbs Luna needs to rid her of her abusive master’s child, she attracts the attention of a deadly being that lusts for blood. Forcibly removed from everything she knows by this tormented otherworldly creature, she is sure she will be dead by sunrise.
Dark Genesis is a love story set against the savage world of slavery in which a young woman who has been dehumanized by its horrors finds the courage to love, and in doing so, reclaims her humanity.

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Excerpt:
There were rare moments when the full horror of a female slave’s life fell on me and I felt that now when I glanced up at the woods and the path I would take back to the house. An all-encompassing despair rocked me from head to toe. I didn’t want to go back to a life of bondage. I didn’t want to go back to my quarters and drink the evil concoction which would hunt down and kill the innocent in my womb. I didn’t want to go back to a life where I saw evil practiced with ease and nonchalance, a life in which evens my body was not mine to own.Master John had been away for the past week but when I got back to my cabin tonight and fell asleep, would I find myself jolted awake by him, his form looming over me in the pale light of the moon streaming through the open window, his male tool already awake and straining against the cotton of his trousers?The mere thought caused me to double over with my arms wrapped around my waist, my face close to the water and the rocks beneath its surface.The cause of most of my problems lay in the face that was almost lost in the watery surface now that the light was gone. I reached my hand into the stream and pulled out a large black rock. It looked as if it had split in two and the split end was as sharp as the blade of a knife. I held that rock up above my face and thought about Mama Akosua being brought to a strange land against her will at the age of fifteen. I thought about how lost and frightened she must have felt being so far from everything she knew and loved, and the strength and fearlessness she displayed when she took a blade to her own face and cut those marks into her skin. In doing so, she had honored and held onto the customs of her people, people she would never see again. Those scars that I had previously been repulsed by and seen as part of the savage ways of her past, had given her strength. They had been a way to take ownership of at least one part of her body and keep it forever hers.I would do the same thing. I would take control of at least one aspect of my life and destroy the face that drew men like Master John to me like predators to the scent of fresh blood. I would use this rock to take away the pleasure he found in looking at this face and keep him out of my bed forever.I brought the sharpest point of the rock down to rest in the middle of my forehead and closed my eyes. I began to apply pressure until I felt it break the skin, a point no bigger than the tip of my fingernail, and felt a warm release of blood. Strangely, I felt no pain, only exhilaration that I could finally do something to stop the terror inflicted on me by my Master.I was about to bring the rock down my forehead, across my nose and down my cheek, when something, some force, stayed my hand. All at once I grew cold and it felt as if the air around my wrist was alive and humming softly in tune to some sinister beat, making goose bumps spring up along my forearm.I pushed down with all my might but miraculously this force increased and when I felt my hand begin to move away from my face, I opened my eyes.I was still facing the woods and for a moment I thought I saw something amongst the trees, a sliver of something that was an almost translucent white. At the same moment I experienced a wave of dizziness that made me feel as if my mind and body had turned to water. I quickly shut my eyes but the dizziness increased and I felt myself swaying, my thoughts and emotions a confusing melee, and I heard a voice in my head. Or was it my own voice?That will not stop him, it said.My eyes snapped open when I heard a sharp crack to my right. I whirled around to trace the sound, a sharp streak of fear leaping and twisting within me. It was only when I noticed that my hand was now empty and clenched into a fist that I realized that what I had heard was the sound of the rock I had just been holding hitting one of the trees on my right. The distance to that tree was a good seven or eight meters away. Had I really thrown it that far?I got to my feet uneasily, knowing that I needed to get away from the chapel immediately. Something was very wrong here. The light was nearly gone now and there was something here with me. I could feel it now, an immense power unfolding and drawing strength as the last of the light seeped out of the sky.Terror beat furiously within me, radiating to my very core. Mama Akosua had been right. I shouldn’t have come here. I was in danger, I...Intoxicating dizziness washed over me again and although I tried to fight against its pull it drew me in, causing me to close my eyes and sway in time to its suffocating rhythm...
And then I was standing at the kitchen door of the main house, having walked through the woods from the chapel and back to the house with no memory of the journey.
About the Author:
I am the author of The Darkling Trilogy, an unconventional and epic love story between a vampire and a slave girl. The trilogy was inspired by my thoughts on dehumanization.
I was fascinated by the ways in which people are able to dehumanize others, the impact it has on the psyche and whether it is possible for people to find their way back from being dehumanized.
This led me to a slave called Luna and the ruins of a haunted chapel deep in the heart of Mississippi.
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Crimson Desires: An Erotic Vampire Anthology

Crimson Desires: An Erotic Vampire AnthologyReleases October 25th 2014Publisher: Lyrical Lit. Publishing
CRIMSON DESIRES: AN EROTIC VAMPIRE ANTHOLOGY

*****Warning: This book contains blood, sex, and vampires doing naughty things only mature audiences should read.*****

10 steamy Vampire stories in one erotic multi-author bundle to set your nights on fire. Vampires have never been sexier…

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GOODNIGHT SAM by Inger Iversen ~ The tragic history of Sam and Hope, who have existed as vampires since the eighteenth century. Sam has grown weary of the new world along with the escalating conflicts of his kind and wishes to attain peace in what is know as 'the true death', while Hope desperately desires to pursue a more fulfilling life together.

ONE NIGHT WITH A VAMPIRE by Rozlyn Sparks ~ Sometimes the only way to forget the pain of a broken heart is to get back in the saddle. At least that is how Daphne’s friends see it. And since Daphne isn’t showing any signs of letting that happen, they take it into their own hands. Blindfolded, Daphne is whisked away to the famed, House of Immortal Pleasures, a vampire-run Brothel in Pahrump, Nevada, for a night of fun to exorcise her demons of boyfriends gone bad..

ALONG CAME A KILLER by Dicey Grenor ~ He’s a vampire who has found his calling in being a hired killer. Nothing’s better than taking out his targets, until he gets one he’s unsure how to handle. **This novelette (app. 12,000 words) occurs at the end of Sleepy Willow’s Loosed Soul (Vol. 3), before the Epilogue. One of the characters makes it to Wolf’s Fire (Vol. 3.2). Read to find out which one. If you are new to The Narcoleptic Vampire Series, ALONG CAME A KILLER can be read out of order or as a standalone.**

INDIGO by Willsin Rowe ~ After nine centuries, Caleb Durant believes he’s seen all the world can offer. Life has lost its music, and even hunting has become monotonous. But when he catches the essence of curvy young violist, Indigo Byrne, everything changes. Is she the one to bring music back into his immortal existence?

CRIMSON ADDICTION by Emily Walker ~ Vampire services are the norm now that they’ve decided to work alongside humans. Some of the services provided are more taboo than others. One night of bliss with a monster is never enough. Tamara should’ve known anything that good was just too dangerous. Now it’s the only thing consuming her thoughts. How will she ever escape its grip?

HALLOWEEN FANTASIES by Rozlyn Sparks ~ Touted as the sexiest party of the year, the annual Halloween Fantasy Ball is the one place a girl can let loose and succumb to her wildest fantasies.

Disguised as a sexy vampire huntress, Sasha captures the attention of Dante, a real life creature of the night. For Sasha, meeting bona-fide vampire is enough to fulfill one of her life long fantasies. She’s ready to go home a happy woman.

But Dante has other plans. It is after all, a night of fantasies, and he has a few of his own to share.

FOR THE LOVE OF RENATA by Lissette E. Manning ~ Renata Lorrie never expected to feel the way she does, most especially when it comes to her beloved Jackie. Amidst the ensuing chaos, she gives in to her hunger and insatiable desires. When love and passion collide, anything is possible, a certainty she’s learning every step of the way.

BITTEN by Morgan Black ~ Eve Mallory is a stuck up prude with a dead end newspaper job. But when her boss offers her a chance to write a story about the hottest sex club in town her whole world changes. Eve thinks she’s just at Red to get the scoop, she never expects to be brought into the elite circle of Vampires who are wealthy, beautiful, and hungry. Possibly for her blood. And then there's Derek, with his piercing blue eyes, incredible build, and smug understanding of Eve. Why does he know so much about her? And what is it about his touch that makes her tremble?

BLOOD PURPLE, BOOK ONE OF THE BLOOD SERIES by Ashley Nemer ~ In a world we think we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal perspective. Creatures of legend, of fable and myth, their very history and nature have allowed them to walk side by side with humans since time immemorial. They are warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula. Vampire. And in their own midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for dominance, that can and will affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a fiery sword that cuts a bloody swath.

THE ROSE CHRONICLES by Julieanne Lynch ~ Young, beautiful and naive, Bianka doesn't understand the price she has to pay with being the chosen one. The choices she makes will forever change life as she knows it. More so when she becomes a vampire with insatiable thirsts and desires.


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Hex and the Single Witch Vehicle City Vampires Book OneBy Roxanne Rhoads
Anwyn Rose is descended from a long line of powerful witches yet she can barely cast spells young witchlings have mastered. She has one functioning witch gift, the power of knowing, which she puts to good use as a Detective on Flint’s Preternatural Investigation Team (aka the P.I.T. Crew)

It’s a new era in Vehicle City, supernaturals are running the town. 

The P.I.T has their hands full with paranormal crimes. Top priority is a serial killer, who appears to be a vampire, draining young women in the city.

Anwyn is on the case with her sexy partner Detective Mike Malone. Complicating things is her relationship Galen, a vampire who looks more guilty than innocent, although Anwyn trusts her instincts even if her power is on the fritz.

Mysterious spells, compromising situations, and a possible demon on the loose make it hard to focus on the case, but Anwyn has to make things right before the human police execute the wrong vampire.

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An Alternate Ending and Giveaway In Your Dreams by John Swan

An Alternate Ending
            In regards to Book One, there were multiple “alternate” endings. Mostly these were conceptual throughout the last five years as I was building the series. The entire double trilogy just randomly came together all of the sudden about two years ago, and once I had worked out the kinks of the major story lines and character arcs I finally had made a base for book two and so on. Once that crucial stage was complete, I actually began writing book one. I had a ton of edits, and cut nearly 100 pages of material that wasn’t needed. I admit it, I can be a bit of a fluff writer and wander, so my editor really keeps me on my toes when it comes to including things that are relevant and moving the story along.
            But until I was nearing the end of book one, the series was actually only 5 books long. What is now book two didn’t exist, and I immediately had the characters and story moving into what is now book three. But I had never been happy with it, and it felt too rushed and forced. The story of Mim, Éolan, Bette, and the others started to take on a life of its own, and I felt the events (in what is now book three) wouldn’t work. So then I began expanding that manuscript and realized there definitely needed to be a book in between. Otherwise book one would be 300 pages, with the second installment nearing 900. Not good.
            So, to make a long story short, (too late), book one didn’t end with them falling through the mirror. And actually, Mim and Bette never spent much time at the Vale at all, because they never made it in! That didn’t last long, but the story actually wandered away from the Vale, and the girls moved off with Éolan back to Alastria. Then they moved on towards the middle lands and the central focus on Pretoria City in Book three. But as I reflected on the series as a whole, I realized a huge gap had formed. There was a large void in the story that would never be addressed, all of which you will learn about.

In Your DreamsThe Aldaya SeriesBook OneJohn Swan
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Date of Publication: Sept. 14, 2014
ISBN:978-0-9906555-0-3ASIN:B00NI96DC4
Number of pages: Estimated 276
Cover Artist: Natalie Spasic
Book Description:
On an ancient planet within our galaxy, a dark and fearsome terror has awoken from its long slumber. Its task is to work quietly from the unseen, spreading dissent through the vulnerable territories of the free races; weakening them for its master. By a chance meeting, it comes across a young girl in the swampy and mist choked lands of Endmoor.
Her name is Mim, and the pairing of her platinum hair and violet eyes has not been seen since the Great War 1,000 years earlier; and has attracted unwanted attention. Knowing it hunts her, Mim flees and starts on a journey that takes her far across the Great Isle of Aldaya; the only landmass that now sits above the waves.
Unbeknownst to her, she is the key to unraveling the darkness that is falling over the Great Isle; an emptiness that threatens to swallow not only Aldaya, but the Sphere as well, and all its futures to come.
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Excerpt:
Her words caught in her throat and she was unable to breathe. The woman at the table was the strangest looking person she had ever seen. Her body was thin and gangly, and her pale skin stuck out jaggedly in places as if it were trying to cover too many bones. Even sitting down Mim could tell she was tall, and her thin robes were midnight black and hemmed in places with dark maroon embroidery.
Then Mim took in her face, and it was paler and more terrifying than the rest of her body.
Her cheekbones were set a little too pointy and high. The mouth was nothing more than a thin slit stretched too far across the length of her face. The nose looked as if it had been removed, shrunk, and poorly placed back on. And her eyes were ghastly and titled upwards too far, and completely black with veins around the outer parts. Their color matched the hair that came down from her dark hood, which had jagged protrusions poking out at a few points near the back. “Oh! I didn’t smell a child,” the creature said. As her black eyes met Mim’s purple ringed with blue, she stopped. “Well, what do we have here? How strange...” She got up from the table and circled her. At full height, the creature stood at least two feet taller than Mim.“I can smell the sweet scent of youth a mile away, little piglet, yet somehow I had no idea you were here.” A cold, pointy, finger ran across Mim’s cheek and up to her temples. “And what strange eyes you have.”
Mim was rooted to the ground and dared not move. Whatever stood before her seemed to be a demon that had jumped off the pages of one of Ilanya’s stories, and as she glanced towards Miss Barley and Candy for direction, the two were expressionless. They stared ahead in some sort of trance. What was wrong with them?
A lightning bolt cracked overhead and the woman let out a high-pitched laugh. When her oversized mouth opened, Mim could see two rows of sharpened teeth that filled the inside: one in the front like normal, and another jagged row sitting just behind it. The two figures that accompanied her said nothing, remaining still and hidden under their cloaks.
As she looked down at the blond girl, for the first time in over a thousand years, curiosity crept into Morra’s mind. The girl had no smell, and try as she might, Morra Losis couldn’t sense a trace of her except with her vision. But even stranger were her eyes. Purple eyes like those she had only seen many ages ago, and the bearers of them had disappeared from the sphere before the Great War in the north had begun.
But yet here in front of her one remained, and she wondered to herself whether her queen would find interest in this young human. Oh, most certainly, she thought. This revelation was the only thing keeping her from devouring the succulent girl on the spot. But if she lost her now, she would have to hunt for her like mortals did, and that was certainly not going to happen. Then the most wonderful idea came to her mind.
With the centaurs it had always been the hunt, the Dwarves their precious jewels, and the Elves their knowledge. But with humans it had always come down to their desire for freedom and independence. And although she hadn’t been awake for long, she knew in this age that true freedom could only be attained by one thing:wealth. She knew exactly what this poor little mongrel desired most just by looking at her torn outfit and dirty hands. “Well, it seems that one servant around here knows how to appease a guest of status. And I have always prided myself on paying the help.”
Morra Losis snapped her fingers and one of the tall hooded figures glided over, producing a large coin purse. She dipped her hand in and pulled out a large handful of endins and sprinkled them into the pot of meat with a smile. The taller creature then went back to standing by its twin before she drew herself closer to the girl onceagain. “That is for the meat, dear.” She then reached into a pocket from the inside of her cloak and pulled out a very small black purse. It was made of a shimmery fabric and all over it were dark maroon shapes. “And this is for you.”
As her hand placed the small pouch in the girl’s free hand, a tremor went through her. She could barely contain her appetite. She grabbed Mim’s jaw with one hand and effortlessly lifted her off of the ground, running her forked purple tongue up Mim’s cheek. The pot dropped to the ground, sending pieces of raw pork and coins spilling onto the rough floors. Her grip was so tight that she felt the girl’s jaws beginning to crack. She hadn’t had a meal this intriguing in an age, and her resistance was crumbling to the need to satisfy her hunger. What can one little bite hurt? she thought. But as she thought of her master, she quickly let go, dropping the girl back to the ground and turning back towards the table. As she bent down and picked up a raw piece of intestine and dangled it in front of her face, she said, “I just don’t think this will do. I certainly do not eat off of the floor, and when I feed I have always desired something with a little more...spunk.” She turned towards the dark greasy haired girl and let out a low gurgle, briefly revealing her jagged rows of teeth. Lifting her enchantment, the girl came out of her stupor, and after a moment began shrieking and backing away.


About the Author:
John Swan has been an independent fiction writer since 2003, with the Aldaya Series being his first published work to date. During that time, he attended Southern Illinois University and graduated with two degrees, both with high honors. He has an Associates in the Sciences and a Bachelors in Meteorology and Climate sciences, with emphasis on research and written dictations.
He spent several years during school helping to open and manage a French Bistro before moving to Honolulu, HI, where he worked for the local Parks and Wildlife service and was finally able to give his writing career the full attention it needed.
His love for writing began at an early age, never passing up chances to submit his works to young writers’ forums through school and his local community. He grew up on a small farm in southern Illinois, but spent his summers in an enchanted little blue cottage on the banks of the Mississippi River. In this valley is where he wandered beneath the trees along the bluffs with his best friends, and where tales of hobbits, mages, boy wizards, enchanted wardrobes and Native American folk lore shaped his writing style and drove him to create an entire universe all his own.

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Free Ebook The Noru by Lola StVil

The NoruBlue RoseBook OneLola StVil
Genre: YA Fantasy
ASIN:  B00LKSYV9C
Number of pages: 397Word Count:  73,062
Cover Artist: Renu
Book Description:
"After speaking to the other angels on the team, I hang up my cell and sigh. No one's heard from Aaden in months. This bothers me not only as the leader but as his girl--well if I was his girl--which I'm not. 
Great. Now on top of being grounded, I'm sitting here acting girly and needy. Argh!!!
Screw this! I start to head downstairs to plead my case to my parents again, when something out the window catches my eye. I lean in closer to get a good look. What I see astounds me: soundlessly and without hesitation, the humans line up and jump off the roof one at a time..."
PLEASE NOTE: This book contains a scene in chapter 12 that is for mature audiences only. Readers can skip this chapter without missing any info vital to the plot.
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Excerpt:
“That didn’t look like nothing, Pryor. He’s terrified. You were Binding him,” my dad accuses.
"A little,” I admit, avoiding eye contact.
"You could have killed him,” she says.
"I wasn’t going to hurt Principal Walsh. I just wanted him to shut up. He was going on about conforming to the status quo, and frankly that’s unacceptable behavior for an educator. I was doing humanity a favor by rendering him silent.”


About the Author:
Lola was seven when she first came to this country from Port-au-Prince, Haiti. She attended Columbia College in Chicago, where her main focus was creative writing. In addition to plays, she also writes screenplays and short stories.
She has been commissioned to write for ABC, CBS and Princeton University. She won the NAACP award for her play "The Bones of Lesser Men". In addition to being nominated for LA Weekly awards. Her work has also received positive reviews from The LA Times, Variety and LA Weekly.
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Interview and Giveaway Alien Attachments by Sabine Priestley

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
I’ve always been a geek. I grew up watching Lost in Space and Star Trek (probably dating my self there J). When the writing bug hit, it hit hard and I was reading a lot of Gini Koch. She’s got a great Alien series Sci-Fi Rom and I just had to create my own world.

Please tell us about your latest release.
Alien Attachments is about a woman who discovers she has amazing powers called psi. Along with the psi, she discovers aliens are out there and some of them are really hot. There’s a lot of action, an undeniable bond, a crumbling empire and some steamy sex.
Do you have a special formula for creating characters' names? Do you try to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you search for names popular in certain time periods or regions?
Names either come to me right away or I struggle with them. Right now, for example, I’m fleshing out a thriller. I know my characters fairly well at this point, but none of them have names. I need to nail them down pretty soon. For me, it’s more of a gut feeling. I’ll know it when I find it. I think the only thing I would add is that I have to make sure there aren’t too many similar sounding names in the same story. That leads to unnecessary confusion.
Was one of your characters more challenging to write than another?
Fortunately no. Each one has a strong personality and comes across easily to me.
Do you have a formula for developing characters? Like do you create a character sketch or list of attributes before you start writing or do you just let the character develop as you write?
It’s definitely more organic for me. They develop as the story progresses.
What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?
One of my favorites to write was the scene near the beginning were these nasty Torogs go after Dani and Jared. This is where she realizes that aliens are real, they’re on Earth and they’re trying to kill her. Good times!
What is the most interesting thing you have physically done for book related research purposes?
I recently interviewed a local police chief. That was cool. In the near future I’ll be going to the Sheriffs headquarters where they keep the homicide evidence and the morgue. Obviously these things weren’t for my Alien Attachments series J
With the book being part of a series, are there any character or story arcs, that readers jumping in somewhere other than the first book, need to be aware of? Can these books be read as stand alones?
The books are designed to be read sequentially however I’m trying really hard to make sure that each book is a satisfying read in and of itself. The biggest arc has to do with the Portal Masters and an alternate form of psi. That all comes to a head in book three.
Do any of your characters have similar characteristics of yourself in them and what are they?
Does my wishing I had psi count? I write strong female characters and I like to think I fit that description.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? How do you deal with it?
That’s when my characters aren’t talking to me. I hate that. It usually means I’m trying to push them in a direction they don’t want to go. I can usually fix it by changing the direction of the scene. If that doesn’t work I have to walk away for a day or two. They eventually start talking again.
Do you have any weird writing quirks or rituals?
Not really. Unless you count writing while standing up. I try to stand as much as possible.
Do you find it difficult to write in multiple genres?
I find it invigorating.
When did you consider yourself a writer?
That’s a good question. Before I was published I used to feel almost guilty calling myself a writer. Especially when I got that question “Have you published anything?” I eventually sorted it out. You spend that many hours writing and you’re a bloody writer.
What are your guilty pleasures in life?
Chocolate and wine.
Other than writing, what are some of your interests, hobbies or passions in life?
Travel. I love seeing different cultures and trying different food. I love the beach and long walks. I also enjoy making stuff. I’m currently fiddeling around with seashells, tiny little people and resin.
What can readers expect next from you?
Books two and three of the Alien Attachments series and that thriller J
Where can readers find you on the web?
http://www.SabinePriestley.comhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Sabine-Priestley/144605875630586?ref=hl
Would you like to leave readers with a little teaser or excerpt from the book?
Here’s a bit from the scene I mention above. Dani’s talking to Jared who is a human support agent for the aliens.
“Earth Protector? You’re kidding right?”“No. Pretty much what it sounds like. Cliche as it may be, we are not alone in the universe.”Dani held Jared’s gaze. She’d heard what he said, but couldn’t process the words. They sat on her brain like little beings, patiently waiting to be let in. Knock, knock.Dani let out a nervous laugh. Maybe if I ignore them, they’ll go away. Jared didn’t blink. Or maybe not.“So you’re not an EP?”“Nah, I’m human, just like you. I’m what they call a Support Agent, or SA for short. I do what I can for Ian and the other EPs, but I’m based with Ian.”“So you’re a spy.”“Support agent, not secret agent,” Jared said. “Although, we are a secret.”“You’re a spy for aliens.”“Stop it. It’s not like that.”






Alien AttachmentsBook OneSabine Priestley
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press an imprint of Kensington Books
Date of Publication: Aug 18th, 2014
ISBN:  9781616505660ASIN:
Word Count: 73K
Cover Artist: Renee Rocco
Book Description:
Finding one’s psi-mate is something every Sandarian hopes for, but when Ian Cavacent accidentally starts the bonding process with the Earthling, Dani, he has to fight his desire with every ounce of his being. If the process is completed, it would be both political and financial suicide for Ian and his family.
A natural klutz, Dani somehow always manages to land on her feet and win those mixed martial arts matches she’s so fond of. At home on Cat Island her balance is thrown when bazillionaire Ian takes notice.
Unfortunately some butt-ugly Torog aliens also take notice sending her life spiraling out of control and into Ian’s arms. But Dani isn’t the type of woman to let some alien voodoo decide her future or her mate…no matter how gorgeous the man is or how much pleasure he gives her.
For centuries the Cavacents have mined Earth for a precious element, carnium, while protecting the planet from other alien species.
Thanks to the Torogs, Dani and Ian must flee to Sandaria. As Dani learns to use her newfound psi powers, the empire crumbles around them.
Will their love be strong enough to keep them alive and get them back to Earth?


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Waves of pleasure radiated out from his touch. She looked up into his eyes. They truly were the greenest eyes she’d ever seen and as she watched, they began to glow.Oh, shit. Dani took a slow, shaky breath. She stood in the arms of an alien and this was the point of no return. Did she want to return? His thumb brushed her lower lip.The heat in her grew. “Dani?” Her name was a rumbling growl that reverberated deep inside. She tingled everywhere. He leaned forward, his mouth brushed her ear. “I’ll leave if you want me to, just say the word.”He kissed her neck, tentatively, questioningly.  The heat of his lips melted any resolve she may have harbored. The thought of him leaving her now, in this state, was unbearable. Aroused on every level, she reached her arms around his neck and pressed against him. This must be a dream. She moaned as he nipped his way down her neck causing little sparks of pain. Her entire body rippled with the effect. If I wake up now, I’m killing the person responsible.
About the Author:
Geek. Mother of teens. Wife to her very own alien.
Lover of sun, sand, science, and the stars.
Sabine lives in Florida with her husband, kids, cats and whole mess of characters in her head.
www.SabinePriestley.com
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Interview: Beacon of Sound by R.M. Garry

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
I come from a very diverse cultural background. My mother is French and Guadeloupian and my father is Haitian. I am the proud mother of three boys who my entire family calls the wolf pack. My boys are loving, adventurous, intelligent, and live to make me laugh. I have been married for 12 years and spend my free time harassing my husband. 
What is it about the paranormal, in particular vampires, that fascinates you so much?
The paranormal world is all about the power of secrets. You don’t know you are being hunted unless someone tells you. Vampires and other paranormal creatures are powerful but can be weakened by the right man or woman.  The Beacons are not vampires, but they come very close.


What inspired you to write this book?
My cultural background and hometown inspired this story. Immokalee Florida is a small migrant community that is full of diverse cultures, good food, and hidden adventures.

Please tell us about your latest release.
Beacon of Sound is a story that reveals how people can avoid the truth even if it is wrapped in bright green paper. Marie DeLou has spent years living behind the illusion of a perfect life. She is so convinced that her world is perfect that she ignores the truth until it is too late.  The story is complicated, romantic, erotic, and funny.

Is there a character that you enjoyed writing more than any of the others?
I loved writing Marie’s character. She is sarcastic, stubborn, and sexy. She is my idea of a perfect woman.

What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?
My favorite scene is when Marie is given the opportunity to play a Stradivarius cello. When it comes to cellos, Marie is worse than a man sitting in a fully nude strip club. She is greedy and will even avoid using good sense just to get her hands on a cello. Basically, she sets herself up for failure in the scene with the cello.  Marie can play the cello as long as she sits on someone’s lap. In her mind, she is a professional and can play sitting on a man’s lap. Yeah, right Marie.

With the book being part of a series, are there any character or story arcs, that readers jumping in somewhere other than the first book, need to be aware of? Can these books be read as stand alones?
Beacon of Sound is the first book in a five-book series. Each book can be read alone as long as the reader reads the character names and definitions at the end of the book. There will be recaps about each character in the next books. Readers who plan on following the series, keep an eye on the guardian Ethera aka the great Ether. She has a lot of dangerous secrets.

Do any of your characters have similar characteristics of yourself in them and what are they?
Marie is an extreme version of me and my best friend combined. I mixed both of our insane personalities and came up with Marie DeLou. I am stubborn, sarcastic, and sometimes impulsive. My best friend is the same plus loves food.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? How do you deal with it?
I usually read the section I am working on to my husband or email it to my book club. Their feedback helps me move past my writer's block. If all else fails, I eat chocolate and drink plum wine.

Do you have any weird writing quirks or rituals?
How do you define weird? I have jumped out of bed a 3 a.m. to write something down so I won’t forget to put it in my story. Is that weird?
(RR- I think that's normal for an author LOL I do it all the time)

Do you write in different genres?
I am currently sticking to paranormal, romance, and fantasy. I may tackle different genres in the future. Currently, I don’t have the patience required to write a mystery or historical. I am always eager to give my readers all the answers.

Do you find it difficult to write in multiple genres?
I just follow my stories. Sometimes, the stories lead to different genres and I respect my work enough to just let it happen.
When did you consider yourself a writer?
I have been writing since childhood but did not consider myself a writer until I published Beacon of Sound. I didn’t give into the stories until I ignored my fears and decided to give my work to the world.

What are your guilty pleasures in life?
Takara Plum wine must always be present in my house. It is a guilty pleasure I refuse to give up. I love dark chocolate and will do anything to get it. My husband takes full advantage of my weakness for wine and chocolates. Honestly, I would trade the best chocolate in the world for a good massage. I love massages.

Other than writing, what are some of your interests, hobbies or passions in life?
I am currently finishing my Masters in mental health counseling. I also make jewelry when I am not writing. My family is my primary passion in life.

Where is your favorite place to read? Do you have a cozy corner or special reading spot?
I love to read on my couch with a cup of Earl Grey Moonlight tea and a thick comforter across my legs.

What can readers expect next from you?

I am currently working on Hearts Unbound. It is a contemporary romance with a small paranormal element.  Ramon lost his wife tragically and refuses to move on. He tries to hold on to her memory while his mind and body want to love Sophia. It is a story full of laughs and tears, but they eventually figure it out.
Beacon Holiday is the first novella in the Noir Dera Series. The story gives you more info about Marie and the rest of the Beacons. True to form, Marie causes all kinds of chaos in this novella.



Beacon of SoundThe Noir Dera     Book 1R.M. Garry
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781310047725ASIN: B00LSSP92C
Number of pages: 247Word Count: 86,260
Cover Artist: Brandi Doane McCann
Book Description:
There is no way to fight desire and destiny. Marie is going to learn that the only way to win is to give in.
Marie DeLou has everything a successful counselor could ever want. Her mental health practice is thriving and she can help most clients without trying. In addition to a great career, she’s married to a sexy, doting neurologist. Marie has convinced herself that her perfect life is quiet and nothing will change it. Little does she know that a freight train of a man named Patrick Alvang is about to tear right through her quiet existence and turn the world as she knows it upside down.
Prince Patrick Alvang of the Noir Dera has one job to do. His mission is to reveal the truth to Marie and save her from the danger lurking within her walls. The plan is simple that is, until he gets to know the damsel in distress and decides he wants to devour her instead. Saying that Marie is stubborn would be an understatement, so he’ll have to play dirty if he wants to save the damsel and claim Marie as his Na-Ou. Saving a reluctant woman is hard work, but Patrick is sure to enjoy every last erotic second of his undertaking.
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Prologue[image error]Ahmose Sept Anno held her daughter’s hand close. They were completing a nightly ritual. Her young daughter Marie loved to take long walks and they always walked in the park or open field behind the aquatic complex. The scent of freshly cut grass and nature always left them feeling peaceful, and her young daughter needed to walk in order to remain calm. At the age of 12 the child had already shown amazing power through music.
Marie could recreate any sound she had ever heard on any instrument. While she clung to the cello as if it was her very breath, she took every opportunity to touch all instruments. Ahmose took her to Naples once a week to play the piano at a studio. From the small, migrant community of Immokalee in which they called home, the journey usually took about an hour. It was worth the long drive because the joy and light in Marie's eyes filled Ahmose with love. She had been raising Marie alone since she fled her homeland with her mother and house sisters. They had all since split in hopes of hiding from the darkness that was out for their blood and power. Ahmose’s mother spent hours weaving spells from the wind in order to preempt any strikes against them. They had both decided that Marie would be encouraged to pursue her passion for music but would never be allowed to learn about the significance of her power.  As long as Marie did not open herself to the Ether, no one would know of her existence. Every time Marie asked about her abilities, they just told her she was special and loved by all Gods. No matter how much she masked her powers, Ahmose knew danger was only a heartbeat away. She and her mother both felt it, and every day they felt the dark powers in Immokalee growing. Something had finally caught up with them. They worked even harder to protect Marie. Ahmose was not afraid of dying; she was afraid that both her and Gran would be killed leaving Marie at the mercy of the Dera, and she could never allow that to happen. Once this walk was over, she would double her efforts and pull more power from the new God they now served. After hiding in Haiti, their powers had been recognized by the Haitian Vodou Loa Loko. He was the only God that could make an individual a Hougan or Mambo. He had borne witness to their past and had blessed them with power, protection, and safe passage to the United States. They could never reveal their power to others or attempt to reconnect with their former God the Ether. If they chose to break that vow, they would be left open to danger and never allowed back into the fold of power. For many reasons, Marie's powers had to be suppressed. They would have to willingly sacrifice themselves in order to help Marie gain her full powers. They would have to return to the Ether and leave Marie behind, and they were not willing to do that. As long as they both lived, the young, powerful musician that she had given birth to would be safe and remain alive. "Mommy, did you hear me?” Marie's soft voice floated to her ears. "Yes, dearest, I heard you. What instrument do you want to play now?” Ahmose replied."I had a dream about an Erhu. The music was so beautiful and sad, and the woman playing it had glowing eyes. She looked as though she wanted to cry but had to hold it in. The Erhu was crying for her and telling the world of her sadness.” Ahmose drew in a sharp breath. The instruments were starting to call Marie, she thought. They were showing her the future. The Erhu is a Chinese violin. It had been used for centuries by different ethnic groups in China and throughout the world to convey emotions through music. Their neighbor Lan Yi had only played the instrument once in Marie’s presence but Marie was able to recognize it in a dream. Before she could speak, she heard the sound of walking thunder. The thunder was not coming from the sky; it was more of a thundering vibration that was coming towards them. Her heart began to race. They were here, and they were going to take Marie away. She had to protect Marie. "Run daughter! Do not question me, just run!” Ahmose cried out. They began to run and Ahmose called to the Vodou Loa Loko and began to draw on her powers as a mambo. She called for a spell of protection which descended upon her as she began to run faster. Ahmose had a moment of relief that was immediately shattered as she realized that Marie was not covered by her protection. Loko would only protect the Hougans and Mambos, and Marie had not yet been inducted into that life. She would be protected while the life of her daughter was drained. "Manman, what is that?” asked Marie. “I hear dark music. It is so scary.”"Hush my daughter. I will protect you.” Without warning, Ahmose and Marie were frozen still. Dark hands wrapped around Ahmose’s throat and she began to wheeze. The hands squeezed tighter and tighter. Marie saw the hands and began to cry. "Rete w ap toufe l'! Stop, you’re choking her! Mommy, mommy!” screamed Marie as Ahmose called more power. The hands around her throat began to ease. A second pair of hands began to close around Marie's throat. Ahmose did not think or hesitate. "Do not cry daughter. Let the Erhu cry for you!” Ahmose called forward her power of Earth.  “I call on the power of Earth. Bind and protect my daughter, Marie Sept Anno.  I open myself to the Ether. May its blessing be upon my daughter, the Beacon.”There was a sound of fibers ripping as dark brown waves poured from the Sky and into Ahmose. She immediately shot her hands forward and ripped through the dark body strangling Marie. Marie started to wheeze, then caught her breath.  The dark powers began to disappear except for one. She heard a familiar voice say, "What shall be our payment, Loko? Your mambo has broken her vow. You must pay the cost of her treason.” The figure then began to laugh.Ahmose was prepared and knew what was coming. In an instant, her protective shields vanished and the dark hands returned to her throat. "I shall finally have your power, Beacon of Earth.” Ahmose would never let her powers be drained; she made her final sacrifice for her daughter. "Thank you, Loko, for your protection. My family will never be able to repay you. I take my punishment freely for breaking my vow.”She looked at Marie and whispered, "I love you, Marie, daughter of my land.” "Mommy, what are you saying? Let her go, please let her go!” Ahmose looked to the sky as her throat began to close. "I call to the Ether, return me to your peace. Take Marie, the beacon of my womb, as my gift and sacrifice. Send my power to your first daughter, my mother. May it be there when she’s ready to receive your blessings? Oh great Ether, return me home.” A flash of light hit the sky and blue power poured into Marie. Ahmose took one last breath and died. The dark power left her body in a heap on the ground as the figure of a woman shrouded by darkness moved towards Marie with malevolent intent.  As she got close, a strong wind blew her away. The wind wrapped itself around Marie who was lying on top of her mother's body. "Manman, please wake up! It’s okay, you can breathe now. The mean lady is gone.” The wind blew in Marie's ears and whispered "Don't cry daughter; let the Erhu cry for you.” Marie began to shiver as waves of blue light began to flow from her body. A sad melody filled the air,itair, it was the music of an Erhu.   Jia Peng Fang's “Cherry Blossoms” could be heard throughout the field and down the block. Marie shook and shivered but she never cried. She felt the wind return and her body was lifted off of her mother. Ahmose’s body rose up into the air and began to turn into brown waves and wind. The waves mixed with the wind and started floating away as the music grew louder. The brown waves wound themselves around Marie and lifted her up. After a few minutes, she was place on the ground and the waves disappeared into the sky. Marie laid down and did not get up. She waited in that very spot, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Femi Sept Anno felt the moment her daughter left the mortal plain. She felt her heart breaking. She put her fist to her mouth and held back her tears. She called out to the winds, "Find my granddaughter!” The winds obeyed and took her to Marie. She found Marie lying on the ground. Ahmose was gone. "Marie! Come to me! Let me take you home.”  It was then that Marie opened her eyes as Femi saw something that she had prayed to never see in her granddaughter's eyes.  The innocent girl she loved was gone. Sadness, fear, and hopelessness were the only things left in her brown, almost mortal eyes. She lifted her granddaughter into her arms and went home. This was only the beginning. One day she would have to give up the mortal world in order to protect Marie. Until that time, they would go home.
About the Author:
R.M. Garry lives with her three male children a.k.a the wolf pack and her husband of 12 years.
Writing allows her to maintain her sanity while juggling her world.
Her goal is to give readers a brief escape from the realities of their world.
When she isn’t writing, R.M. is reading and keeping up with her favorite authors. 
For updates and book information readers can visit
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Guest blog, Excerpt and Giveaway: The Zodiac Collector by Laura Diamond

Top Ten Favorite Witchy-Type Movies
I’ve always loved paranormal stories with lots of magic and fantasy creatures, particularly vamps, witches, unicorns, and anything Halloween-related.
Here are my TOP TEN FAVORITE WITCHY-TYPE MOVIES, in no particular order:
1) Hocus Pocus—can you say Bette Midler’s lipstick? “I put a spell on you!”
2) The Witches—the book was written by Roald Dahl—awesome. Plus, imagine stumbling upon a witch meeting and being turned into a mouse when they capture you. Scary!
3) The Harry Potter series—I mean, really, how can I NOT mention this?
4) Wizard of Oz—“I’ll get you, my pretty…and your little dog too!” (I kind of feel bad for the Wicked Witch, particularly after seeing Wicked.)
5) The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe—the White Witch is so chilling I shivered during her scenes (Tilda Swinton is such a talented actress).
6) The Craft—I am a fan of Fairuza Balk and wish she’d make a comeback.
7) Stardust—the book was written by Neil Gaiman. Need I say more? Yes? Ok. The movie is AWESOME. ;)
8) Practical Magic—a movie for grown-ups, but super sweet and who doesn’t love a story with Girl Power?
9) Maleficent—Angelina Jolie—gorgeous and frightening…and the story is pretty touching too.
10) Charmed—I know it’s a TV series, but I totally dig it (Piper is my favorite sister).

How’d I do? Do you agree with my list? What are your favorite witchy-type movies and why?
The Zodiac CollectorLaura Diamond
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Publisher: Spencer Hill PressDate of Publication: September 23, 2014
ISBN: 1937053636ASIN: B00LOB5EPA
Number of pages: 314Word Count: 70,000
Cover Artist: Lisa Amowitz
Book Description:
For almost-16 year-old Anne Devans, the annual Renaissance Faire means three things--her dad spending weeks in the smithy, her bipolar mom doing some manic costume making, and another ruined birthday for her and her twin sister, Mary.
This year, Anne wants things to be different, and she's going to do things her way. On the eve of the Faire, Anne, along with a reluctant Mary, conjures up a spell that will make their 16th birthday party a whirlwind event. Little do they know that it's a literal request.
After the mini tornado in their room subsides, the girls realize they've invoked the power of the Gemini Twins, Castor and Pollux. That's the good news. The bad news is they also caught the attention of a sorceress named Zeena who has been collecting children born under each Zodiac Sign to enhance her power. Once she captures Anne and Mary, Gemini twins, the entire Zodiac, and the world, will be hers.
Anne leads the fight against Zeena, but her one-sided decisions could throw them into a world so far from home, even the Renaissance Faire would seem like a brilliant vacation. Between managing their new Zodiac powers, dodging their manic mother and trying to stop Zeena, they'll get a 16th birthday they'll never forget.
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Excerpt:
The Renaissance Faire wrecks my birthday every year. A month before the actors and merchants arrive to transform Hopewell Falls Park into a sixteenth-century towne—yes, with an “e”—Mom stops taking her lithium. Within forty-eight hours she’s higher than a prom queen accepting her crown. As the best seamstress east of the Appalachian Trail, she thinks it’s her duty to stay awake for days, surviving on double espressos and cigarettes, to make the royal court’s costumes. She says mania makes her more productive, but all it does is turn her into a raging beast that puts Sauron, the Basilisk, and the Kraken all to shame.
Her internet business, Devans’s Dazzling Dresses, caters to the Renaissance crowd and occupies her all year long, but our local faire gives her the most sales.
“These orders came in months ago. Why wait until the last minute to finish them?” I hover near the doorway to the living room—a.k.a. Mom’s studio—and try not to choke on the stagnant air. A wheeze plays at my lungs. I finger the inhaler that I always carry in case I have to take a puff.
The room has the best natural lighting in the whole house. A large bay window, stretching from floor to ceiling, is the envy of every do-it-yourself crafter on the block. I dream about curling up on the seat cushion with a book and a cup of hot chocolate, but Mom never lets anybody in there. No. Matter. What.
I’d need to wear a gas mask, anyway, to prevent an asthma attack.
Heavy-metal music throttles my eardrums. I resist the urge to clap my palms over my ears. Mom says she can draw energy from the sound waves. She thinks the bands create their music specifically for her. No amount of lithium makes that go away.
“What else am I supposed to do? This is how I create.” Her blue eyes spark with fury as she takes a drag on her cigarette. Two inches of ash hang on the end. It’s beyond me how it doesn’t fall off and burn the fabric she’s working on. At least the dry cleaner can erase the smoky stench from her masterpiece after it’s done. She throws a pincushion at me and returns to her ironing. “Now get out of here. Don’t you have finals to study for or something?”
“But Mary’s and my birthday is coming up and I wanted to talk to you—” My voice squeaks and tears burn at my eyes.
Her head snaps up, sending wild-colored curls swaying with agitation. “I’m. Working.”
I can’t even get two sentences out and she’s in attack mode. My stomach twists on itself as instinct claws at my chest, begging for clean air. Ask quickly and get out. That’s the plan. I lick my dry lips. “We’re turning sixteen. It’s important.”
She plucks the cigarette from her mouth and pulverizes it in a nearby ashtray. Her nicotine-stained fingers shake, fumbling to light another one. It takes two flicks for the lighter to ignite. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks in along drag. She holds it in for a few seconds, eyes closed in fleeting bliss, and blows it out. The lines of her face—webbing crows’ feet, jagged wrinkles across her forehead, arcs from her nose to the corners of her lips—deepen. Pale gray fog surrounds her like she’s a smoldering dragon working up to the big explosion of fire.
“Everything’s about you and your sister, isn’t it? Well, did it ever occur to you that the work I do helps pay the bills around here? I don’t see you bringing in a paycheck.”
“Whatever.” Like a defenseless knight who’s lost his courage, I retreat. I storm upstairs, my ever-ready puffer in one hand while I wave away the haze of smoke with the other. The whole house smells like stale nicotine and my asthma is flaring like Jenny Johnson’s face that time she farted in gym class. I slam the door behind me.
“You interrupted Mom, didn’t you?” My ever-perceptive twin, Mary, guesses right. She removes her earbuds and sets aside her biology textbook.
“No.” I take a hit from my inhaler and flop on my paisley bedspread. Doesn’t matter that I stare at the ceiling. Her accusation crashes over me like a tsunami. I roll on my side to face her. “Yes.”
She runs her hands through her curly espresso-colored hair and glares at me with her jade eyes. “Why?”
“Why not? We’ve never had a real, disaster-free birthday party because of the Renaissance Faire. Isn’t it about time?” I refuse to surrender to her disapproval. She’d never challenge Mom. At least I try. My Papillon dog, Castor, leaps on the bed. The fringe of his sable ears flutter like streamers as he licks my cheeks.
Mary averts her gaze and picks up his brother, Pollux. It was Mom’s idea to name them after the Gemini twins. She called it “kitschy.” Pfft. Amazing she didn’t name us after them.
“Well?” I sit up. Castor’s and Pollux’s dark eyes stare at me with sympathy. The cozy bedroom is their safe haven as much as it is ours.
“The more you bother her, the less likely it is we’ll get a party. I bet she won’t bake a cake this year, either.” She presses her chin against Pollux’s head.
“So it’s my fault we won’t get a party?”
She winces. “I didn’t say that.”
Regret presses on my shoulders and slides down my spine to nestle in my gut like a snake. It coils in my stomach, tail rattling with agitation. “I don’t mean to make things worse.”
“I know,” she barely whispers.
I take a deep breath and imagine the regret snake spontaneously combusting and evaporating into nothingness. Better than having it strike and lodge its fangs into my liver. “What kind of cake would you want?”
“It would be cool to have a tiered one, with piping and flowers. Maybe even edible pearl candies or something.”
The corner of her mouth hitches up.
Mary likes pretty things. I prefer edgy. “What about one with a knight beheading a dragon on top? Blood-red icing can trail down the sides and pool around the base.”
She scrunches her nose and scratches behind Pollux’s ear. “Gross. Maybe we can get a Papillon cake. It’d be so cute.”
It’s not a bad idea.
Her half-smile fades. “Doesn’t matter. Mom won’t go for any of it.”
“It’s so unfair.” Amped on the pain of injustice, I launch myself to my feet and pace our bedroom, from our window overlooking the wooded park across the street, to the desk we share on the other side. The braided rug between our twin beds massages my bare feet.

“Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? Nothing, that’s what.” Mary cradles Pollux in her arms and carries him to his doggie bed. After gently lowering him to the round cushion, she stares at her closet, gaze scanning every inch, and taps her chin. Sucking on her bottom lip, she falls into an OCD trance, and I’ve lost any chance at wrangling her back into the conversation about Mom.
About the Author:
Laura Diamond is a board certified psychiatrist and author of all things young adult paranormal, dystopian, and horror. She’s a lucid dreamer, meaning she can direct her dreams while they’re happening. When she’s awake, she pens stories from her dreams and shares them with her readers.
Laura has many published titles including the Pride Series (New Pride, Shifting Pride, soon to be re-released, and Tsavo Pride), the Endure Series (Endure and Evoke, soon to be re-released), The Zodiac Collector, a novella Sunset Moon in the Lore anthology, and several shorts stories. When she’s not writing, she is working at the hospital, blogging at Author Laura Diamond–Lucid Dreamer, and renovating her 225+ year old fixer-upper mansion.
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Release Day Blitz Warrior by Cara Bristol

WarriorBreeder SeriesBook 3Cara Bristol
Genre: Sci-fi/fantasy romance
Date of Publication:  Oct. 21, 2014
ISBN: 978-0-9908052-0-5ASIN:
Number of pages:Word Count: 65K
Cover Artist: Mina Carter
Book Description:
A female fighting for freedom.  A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?

As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.

Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.


Each book in this series can be read as a stand alone

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Warrior (Breeder 3) excerpt – 500 words
To each side—and up above on the wall itself—stood defenders armed with laser projectile devices. But it wasn’t the weapons that drew Urazi’s stare—but the guards, the creatures themselves.
“Are those Veronians?” he gasped in low voice.
“Yes,” Anika answered. “I recognize them from Omra’s description.” When Dak’s former beta Corren grew jealous of Omra, he had tried to sell her to the Veronian emperor.
One of the creatures separated from the pack to confer with Perce. Two spindly legs and a long, thick tail supported a scaly, leathery body. Red eyes wept in a hideous face without nose, ears, or lips. As Urazi watched, the creature inserted a device that hung around its neck into a slit cut just above what might be considered a chin.
“What do you think it is doing?” Urazi whispered.
“That inhaler allows it to survive in our atmosphere.”
With a nod at Perce, the creative lumbered toward them.
“Whatever you do, do not let it touch you,” Anika muttered. And then the Veronian stood before them, its rheumy gaze seeking out Urazi. His morning rations curdled in his stomach at the odiferous slime oozing from the creature’s pores. Monto, the smell! Dangling between its legs was a hose-like appendage, also covered with the gelatinous substance. The alien peered into the back of the wagon. 
Females screamed. Its facial slit twisted.
The Veronian raised a three-finger hand, covered by an elasticene glove. “Awll cleaaar. Let them paaas!” he shouted, a garbled command.
It took six guards to tug open the massive gate.
“Ayaa!” Perce shouted. His transport jerked forward without delay. Urazi wondered if he too was revolted by the Veronians.
Urazi applied the quirt to the beasts, and they followed Perce into the walled city. He heaved a sigh of relief when the massive gates closed and locked. Poverty and neglect had choked the hamlets, but, here, a grand and magnificent municipality sprawled. Stark impoverishment outside, unparalleled resplendence inside—separated only by a wall. He gawked at the abrupt change, but he could not forget the Veronians.
“Did you notice they wore gloves?” he asked.
Anika nodded. “In case they hand something to a Parseon guard. That substance coating their bodies is caustic. If they touch you, the exude will melt your flesh.”
“They are shocking to behold, and I am surprised to see them at all. I had assumed aliens had been evacuated upon declaration of war. But if you are Qalin, treaties do not matter, I suppose,” Urazi mused.
Anika snorted with laughter.
“I do not see the humor.”
“I am still thinking about the Veronian. Did you notice its manhood?” Anika’s shoulders shook. “It’s alienhood.”
“That is what caught your attention?” Urazi gaped at her.
“I tried not to gawk. But one could hardly avoid it.” Her eyes glinted with merriment. “Your manhood is much prettier.”
“Than a slime-covered alien’s? Little compliment you pay me,” he said.


About the Author:
Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently calls Missouri home. She has a husband and two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling the world.
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7 Grave Mistakes Women Make When Attempting to Transform Their Lives

 7 Grave Mistakes Women Make When Attempting to Transform Their Lives ~ by Bestselling Author &; African Oscar Winning Filmmaker, OF SENTIMENTAL VALUE~ Princess Fumi S. Hancock
ALERT: If you are a reader too, keep reading; this is for you too. Regardless of what career path you are on, you can always apply these principles to project you into purposeful living.

GREAT NEWS!PRIZES! PRIZES! Did I SAY PRIZES? 
Princess Fumi is giving away great gifts in celebration of the new book release and the upcoming feature film, Of Sentimental Value. Keep reading to find out how you can be a part of this great celebration…. A SODASTREAM MACHINE IS ONE OF THE MANY SCRUMPTOUS GIFTS YOU STAND TO WIN!


Of Sentimental Value~ An Epic Event!

One Event Elects Who You Are;
One Event Molds Your Values and Beliefs;
One Event Charts the Course of Your Life…. Good, Bad, or Indifferent;
One Event Determines Your Destiny… For Life;
ONE EVENT Will Change Your Life.... FOREVER!
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Have you ever found yourself having an epiphany about your destiny? Has the thought ever crossed your mind… you know you are supposed to be doing something great… something that will contribute to man-kind. More importantly, something that will bring much satisfaction to your life. You really want to be content with your present life but you just know something is missing but you can’t quite place your finger on it. When you read a story about someone living their dream, you secretly say to yourself, that is what I should be doing. I have always wanted to write a book but somehow I have not been able to get around to it.

Do all sound familiar? If no, I congratulate you. If yes, you are not alone. Welcome to the club of the “wanna –bes”. I have been there. In fact, if you ask me, I have been the ringleader of the “wanna bes”!

From someone who started out as a Social Worker, then a Registered Nurse, I get it when life takes its toll on us to discourage us; when people around us constantly make us believe we are not capable of achieving; when we convince ourselves we are not worthy of success; when taking care of others disrupt our lives….

What then do we do to push and press through discouragement to achieve our goals? If you are anything like me, who have done everything else, outside of what I know in my heart I was made for~ writing; I get it! My life story~ from the Nursing Boardroom to finally writing a novel which was made into a feature film, Of Sentimental Value,to winning an African Oscar (http://youtu.be/jbo1IxntMvw) & Indiefest (http://youtu.be/gE5jB5mAerM)Film Merit Award …all came at a prize!

Keep reading my blog, checking my website etc. for when my next stop is… where I will be sharing more of my story (www.worldoffumihancock.com).

Back to you… my friend and comrade.  Having successfully achieved what I had always wanted to do 30 years ago, I believe I am qualified to help you reach your goal.

If you are an homemaker looking to write a novel, welcome to the clan; if you are a second career person like myself, wanting to pen down a love story~ I salute your brevity; if you are in the corporate world and now ready to push to your next level~ welcome aboard this float.  

PRIZES! PRIZES! Did I SAY PRIZES GALORE? Keep reading to find out how you can be a part of this great celebration….

Are you ready? Here we go…

#1 Mistake:YOU HAVE STOPPED INVESTING IN YOURSELF AND IN YOUR DREAM! Many of us have stopped investing in our dreams. Education is key to succeeding and fully understanding your passion. And yes, sometimes, you will have to purchase something or pay to get that knowledge. If you are one of those who are constantly looking to be given handouts, if you are constantly thinking you will not or cannot pay to garner experience from someone who have done what you want to do; then you are doing yourself a grave injustice! Everyone who has been successful at some point has had to pick up a book, attend a seminar, visit an expert to help shape their life goals. You cannot continue to live in a bubble and expect your dream to catch up with you in your bubble. When you take the time to read an interview like you are reading mine now; anytime you choose to deprive yourself of that latte and save up so you can attend a workshop… you are investing in yourself! The knowledge you seek, someone already paid dearly to acquire and you investing in yourself and participating in events like that automatically pushes you to the top 10% of those who will truly be successful. Keep reading….Start by reading. For those who want to write novels, how can you be good at it when you won’t even care to read one?

#2 Mistake:Lack of FOCUS. The #1 killer of dreams is complete lack of focus. Women are built to be able to multitask, thank heavens while men are more of a tunnel vision.  While being able to multitask is a well-needed gift, it can also be a detriment and a crutch for us not to move forward. It doesn’t really matter how big your dream is or how small it may seem, if you do not take the time to map out your plan and then focus in on it, your dream will simply be that… A DREAM!
There is a famous saying: “That the grave yard is full of people who died with their dreams… books that was never written, poetry that was never shared, songs never written, movies never made and businesses never jumpstarted.” You and I have the power to writer our story or better yet re-write them if they have been awful. Remember also that the scars you get from those awful moment are the fabric of your life… they are what will make your stories stand out. Keep reading… Education is a cure to poverty! A poverty stricken mind will never care enough to focus on one thing. Focus on this article right now….

# 3 Mistake:GIVING UP TOO EASILY. I know with this, there are several people with diverse opinions. Some believe that after a while, you just need to quit and do something else. But very few think that regardless of all the “NO” they get, they will keep pushing. Here are examples of those who push through and are alive to tell their tale:
Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen~ The Chicken Soup Series ~ Manuscript was rejected by over 44 publishers but they were resilient; they invested in themselves and pushed forward. If they had quit at # 43 rejection, what would have happened?
Tyler Perry~ He invested his own “little change”, lost a lot of it! Could hardly get anyone to come attend his plays and 8 years into it, his breakthrough happened! The Oprah Factor! If he had quit in year 7, what would have become of him?
Myself~ The Feature film now being made, Of Sentimental Value(www.ofsentimentalvaluemovie.com) is a 30 year journey! Of Sentimental Value’s premise is that One Event Can Change Your Life Forever! You have the power to choose which event in your life would turn things around for you or dig you further into chaos.

You reading this article is an epic event for you~ Change your world, One Event at at a time, regardless of what the Event might be~ It can always thrust you into success, IF YOU CHOOSE TO EMBRACE IT!
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Of Sentimental ValuePrincess Fumi Hancock
Genre: Mystery / Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Princess in Suburbia
Date of Publication: July 17, 2014
ISBN-10: 0990584801ISBN-13: 978-0990584803ASIN: B00LX2GK8K
Number of pages: 328Word Count: 68, 183
Cover Artist: Phatpuppy Arts Studios
Book Description:
One event Elects Who You AreOne event  Molds Your Values and Beliefs;One event  Charts the Course of Your Journey… Good, Bad or Indifferent;One event Determines Your Destiny… For LifeOne event  Will Change Your Life… Forever
Bestselling Author, Indiefest and African Oscar Award Winning Filmmaker, Host of an African Oscar nominated TV Talk show, An African Heritage Leadership Award recipient and a globally sought after transformation interventionist, Princess  Fumi Hancock  delivers an inspirational and intriguing romantic suspense story, yet laced in mystery and comedy. Of Sentimental Value, a titillating and jaw dropping adventure set between the deep rich forest of Africa and the southern flat plains of Nashville, Tennessee.
A Twenty-one year old, Young African Immigrant, SIBERIA TONKA has all the ingredients of a successful writer: Commitment, dedication, and drive to become famous. Until her dream of becoming the next bestselling media sensation in America is threatened by an inexplicable cosmic force! Buried and spiraling in unsurmountable debt and a string of misfortune hovering over her, she is forced to pawn her most valuable possession. But when told her sister’s life in Africa hangs in the balance and that would die if artifact is not returned back to the rightful owners, Siberia in desperation sets out to retrieve the artifact at any means necessary. A Mystery enigma is released and the stakes are high! The harder Siberia tries… the closer she seems yet the farther she was from solving the turmoil. 
Alas, in the midst of this chaos evolves an undeniably love triangle between Siberia, a wealthy rugged-looking African, but Nashville-based, art collector (Alan) and a simple American consignment store owner (Jake). 
Will Siberia retrieve the artifact in time to save her dying sister, Naiya? Who / what wins her heart? Money or True Love?

Book Available at Amazon
Book Trailer Produced by Cambium Break Pictures

http://youtu.be/6Nfpf3S_aGE

Of Sentimental Value Motion Picture Scheduled to Release 2015 



Starring Malik Yoba, New York Undercover and Tyler Perry's Why Did I Get Married? and Tommy Tiny Lister, Deebo on Friday, 5th Element with Bruce Willis.
VIP Screenings and Private Book Launches in Los Angeles, California and Nashville, Tennessee
Nashville
Award Winning Filmmaker Princess Fumi Hancock shares clip of SOLD OUT " Live" Nashville TN Red Carpet Event: http://youtu.be/s0LlaKZyI7Y
Video Reviews
Miss Haiti International, Régine Pierre Shares Her Review of, Of Sentimental Value: http://youtu.be/21hlsgE81lQ
Los Angeles

Of Sentimental Value VIP Movie Screening and Book Launch Raving Reviews Bring Producer to Tears! http://youtu.be/4VwnYXNAoHI
LA welcomes Red Carpet Screening of Award Winner, Of Sentimental Valuehttp://youtu.be/D4HlAjuwJEE
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Award Winning Filmmaker, Princess Fumi Hancock Shares a “Kairos Moment” with Host, Lola Ogunleye Reviewing Of Sentimental Value http://youtu.be/417hPzsQ4C4
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Excerpt: Murky Haze
Spiraling through the murky haze is a stream of white smoke; Africa’s humid and gloomy weather punctuated the striking of an African “bata” drum; a sign of impending doom in this Never-never land called Oyo, set majestically in the flat plain fields of West Africa.Wrapped in ruffled white sheets and face painted with pungent white chalk, distinct tribal marks from Oyo; she chuckles and giggles out loud, sometimes overpowering the African “bata” beats rippling the air. This enigma of a mystery woman’s deep tones carries with it an air of danger and magic. Her fiendish chuckles are exaggerated by her threatening mannerisms. She adds to the mystery in the air by thrusting out her spectacularly painted arms, holding a uniquely designed African clay pot filled with bubbling steaming water. The steam spiraling out of the magical pot is hypnotic. She begins to laugh again as the rhythmic African beat gently fades, instantly replaced by an urgent tick-tock sound, intensifying the anxiety. Seeing my clandestine woman’s animated and daunting striking face, Yemoji becomes boisterous as she squints her overpowering eyes; eyeballs fiercely protruding, eliciting intense fear in those who behold the strange sight.
As the tick-tock sound gets louder, Yemoji abruptly clutches her magical pot to her bosom. Her arms stretch out with purpose, displaying her remarkably long claw-like nails. She beckons me closer. Yemoji welcomes hushes me into undeniably captivating presence, placing one finger to her sultry lips.
          “Sshh! Sshh!”
Suddenly, the tick-tock sound intensifies yet again as Yemoji’s thunderous and wickedly cold laughter reverberates into the atmosphere.             “Did you hear me? I said.... Sshh! Sshh! Siberia! Si-be-ria!”
Wisdom Nugget from Siberia Tonka:

“A person who sows love reaps a harvest of good friends and family. It doesn’t really matter where we come from; we all have something of sentimental value. And this crazy chain of events has led me to my destiny….it has led me to fight for the people I love” ~Siberia
About the AuthorPrincess FumiStephanie Hancock Ph.D.:

Bestselling Author,  NAFCA African Oscar People’s Choice Winner, Indiefest Films Merit Award Filmmaker, TV Host, Transformation Interventionist and Philanthropist are just a few accolades to describe this dynamic woman.

Born in the heart of Nigeria, Lagos State; Princess Fumi Hancock was raised to appreciate her royal roots from the South Western region of Nigeria, Emure Kingdom, where her family, the Adumori Nigeria Royal Household have ruled since the 1800s’.

After acquiring her first degree in English from one of the most prestigious colleges in Nigeria, Obafemi Awolowo University; she stormed the United States of America with a pen, a script and the dream to change the world. Little did she know that it would take her over thirty years to finally fulfill her dream of becoming a prolific writer and most importantly, one who would have the ability to translate her literary works into movies.

As an author, she has written several inspirational books for women, Beyond Idol Worship: A Diary of an African Warrior Princess; Starting Right Now to name a few! After writing these inspirational books and her return back to African after over 25 years absentia; she reaches out to help her community through her US based nonprofit organization, Adassa Adumori Foundation, Inc. (www.adassafoundation.org); she also decided to venture into the world of young adult fantasy. To her surprise, her very first young adult fantasy, The Adventures of Jewel Cardwell:  Hydra’s Nest became an amazon bestseller! There has been no stopping her since then. 

Her new novel, Of Sentimental Value, a mystery and suspense drama is yet another landmark for her. The book was made into a feature film which is scheduled for release soon (www.ofsentimentalvaluemovie.com ). In the advent of its release, it has garnered multiple award interest. It was nominated in the NAFCA African Oscar Peoples’ Choice category for Favorite Trailer and Original Score while the Princess took home the winning trophy as Favorite Screenwriter.  Since then, the movie itself has been nominated in the following categories: Best Diaspora Drama and Best Make-up. One of our supporting actors, Malik Yoba was also nominated as Actor in Foreign Film category.

Princess Fumi is one who truly believes that dreams do come true if we keep plugging away at it and never give up! Her very first crack at writing, she will never forget her professor at a college in New York telling her, “you need to quit! You are a horrible writer!” “I was devastated,” she said. But did not allow that to keep her down. With time, even the professor finally announced to the post graduate class that she was the best student he’d ever had. That screenplay, “The Royal Bird” ended up winning Best Screenplay of the year in 1988 in a New York festival. It was later auctioned to one of the largest television stations in Africa, Nigerian Television Authority (NTA).  The rest of her time today is spent presenting her new empowerment program, Your Vision Torch, an Innovator’s Prescription to Igniting Your Dreams and Harnessing Your Vision to leaders, business owners and women across Africa and the United States of America.  More details on how to bring her to your event: www.worldoffumihancock.com  

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