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A Bewitching Tuesday

A Round-Up of Daily Virtual Book Tour Stops

Author Interview- Pariah’s Lament by Richie Billing #EpicFantasy #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/45ohmLQ

Honey Drop Tome 1 Volume 2 by Alicia R. Norman and Krishtina Mayers #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3rM0D7k

Vampire Witch by Eileen Sheehan #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/46oOpkb

INTERVIEW - WOMEN'S FICTION - HEAVY METAL SYMPHONY by A.K. Palombo #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3Q8C65C

Guest Blog- My SECOND Life by Simon Yeats #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/45oh47D

Spooktacular Feature: Taken By The Alpha King by Abigail Barnette ~ #BookTour #Giveaway #Excerpt #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3tmSy9z

Staked: A Vampire’s Tale by Kim Catanzarite #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3rJizj0

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Dancing Vampires by Cornelia Amiri #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3F8zqic

Heavy Metal Symphony by A.K. Palombo #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3tzqpvS

Vampire Iniquity by Eileen Sheehan #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3tiIz52

Nicola Solvinic's new book, THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER from Berkley Publishing Group, is now available for pre-order: https://bit.ly/3YDcQHB
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Craving Beauty
A hungry beast waits to devour her soul… #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3FczXj2

An Angel’s Obsession by Celia Breslin #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/45ogNSe

Please Welcome Eileen Sheehan as She Tells Us About Her Paranormal Romance, AISLING: In the Land of Wolves, Aisling Trilogy, Book One #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3tqvpTF

Heart of the Storm by Valerie Storm #YAFantasy #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/45oXpUT

An Angel’s Obsession by Celia Breslin #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular

Celia’s Picks: Spooky Spots in SanFrancisco

My hometown is a beautiful combo of nature and architecture, has some of thenicest weather year round (including the awesome fog), excellent cuisine,abundant arts, and... for you lovers of the paranormal, there are a ton ofspooky spots to explore, some of which make an appearance in my TranquilliBloodline vampire series. Here are my top five picks for Halloween chills andthrills in San Francisco!

1. The ArmoryLocated in the Mission District, this 200,000 square foot reproduction of aMoorish Castle was constructed in the early 1900s and used by the San FranciscoNational Guard. From 2006 until January 2018, it was owned by an adult entertainmentcompany, and tours were available for all five floors of the historic building.My favorite floor by far is the wonderfully creepy basement:  a vast,cavernous space with visible remnants of its days as an armory (indoor riflerange!). Water runs through wide cracks in the basement floor's exposedconcrete, adding to the spooky vibe.More info: https://www.sfarmory.com

2. Alcatraz IslandAlso known as “The Rock,” Alcatraz sits in the San Francisco Bay, and is hometo a large seabird population, the West Coast’s oldest functional lighthouse,and, of course, the infamous maximum, high-security prison, Alcatraz FederalPenitentiary. You can guess the spookiest part, right? They say ghost ofex-cons haunt the prison. Take a nighttime tour and let them shut you in one ofthe 9ft by 5ft cells...if you dare.  *shiver*More info (and virtual tour): https://www.nps.gov/alca/planyourvisit/virtual-passport-stamp.htm

3. Sutro Baths, Ocean BeachOnce upon a time (1896), this bathhouse was the world’s largest, indoorswimming facility. Located near Ocean Beach and below Cliff House, Sutro Bathsburned to the ground in 1966 (arson). Today, you can hike around the ruins thenventure into the spookiest spot of all: the cave. For the best spine-tinglingexperience, try it at night, when the fog swirls, the wind wails, and wavescrash over the beach. Some say if you light a candle and leave it in thetunnel, a ghost will pick it up and fling it into the ocean...More info:  https://www.nps.gov/goga/learn/historyculture/sutro-baths.htm

4. Stow Lake, Golden Gate ParkModeled after NYC’s Central Park, Golden Gate Park is a gorgeous expanse ofgreenery in San Francisco. Stow Lake (located west of the beautiful JapaneseTea Garden), is a great spot for picnics and a boat ride. If you venture thereat night, beware of the lake’s resident ghost, the White Lady. They say that inthe early 1900s, barefoot and dressed in a white dress, the White Lady lost herbaby in the lake then drowned herself. There’s also a statue near the lake of awoman and two small children. Local gossip says it moves when the White Lady ison the prowl.More info: https://stowlakeboathouse.com/history/

5. Mission Dolores CemeteryWhat’s spookier than a cemetery? Mission Dolores Cemetery is the oldest burialground in San Francisco and the resting place of city founders and thousands ofFirst Californians (the Ohlone, Miwok, and more). It’s also one of thelocations in Hitchcock’s 1958 classic film, “Vertigo.” You’ll find the cemeterynext to Mission Dolores, the oldest building in San Francisco. Tour both, butdon’t be surprised if the hairs on your nape stand at attention as you wanderamong the ancient tombstones and silent sentinel statues in the cemeterygardens. Spooky energy, even on a sunny day...More info: https://www.missiondolores.org/old-mission

An Angel’s ObsessionThe Cupid Dating AgencyCelia Breslin
Genre: Paranormal romance, fantasy romance, angel romancePublisher: Celia BreslinDate of Publication: May 2023ISBN: 9798223559672ASIN: B0C6V1R1FWNumber of pages: 120Word Count: 29KCover Artist: Brantwijn Serrah
Tagline: An angel on a mission. A Celtic god seeking forgiveness. A passion that can’t be denied…
Book Description: 
Warrior-class angel and God’s messenger Gabrielle has spent an eternity in service, protecting the innocent in all dimensions. When the cupids and the Big Guy send her team to Cute Town, California, USA to run love-adjacent businesses like her beloved gym, she has no problem settling into the new assignment. Then a blast from her passion-filled but heartbreaking past literally rips holes in the fabric of reality separating Hell and Earth, and it’s up to Elle to locate the troublemaker and make him pay. All while protecting her heart.
Lugh, Celtic god of sun, light, and storms and all-around fun guy, has been nursing his broken heart for ages, and no amount of partying with pals in Hell or in the Sonoma wine country can ease the loss of the angel he let slip through his lightning-infused fingers. Luke would do anything to win back his fierce yet vulnerable Firecracker, so he’s elated when she crashes back into his life with a well-earned smackdown for his accidental role in the chaos messing up her new hometown.
Elle wants nothing to do with Luke, but when God and the cupids pair them up to investigate and resolve the real source of the problem, she has no choice but to comply. And maybe, just maybe, they can find a second chance at a forever love…

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Luke wascannon-balled out of slumber by the sudden presence of one hundred-and-fiftypounds of hound landing on his back.

Facedown atop asupremely soft mattress with his arms stretched wide and his head hanging offthe foot of the bed, it took him a second to rally his speech center. “What theactual bloody hell,

Bolt?”

Bolt ignored him,bouncing around Luke’s body, pitching him side to side, up, down, up, down.

“For feck’s sake.”What the double bloody hell was Bolt on about with all the yapping and yippingand bashing of Luke’s kidneys with his big paws?

Luke rolled onto hisback. “Enough, Bolt. Sit.”

Eyes closed, hebatted a hand at his hound, warding off the canine’s attempts to lick his face.“Go chase a squirrel, will you? Crikey.”

Bolt whined andsmacked one large paw down upon Luke’s bare chest. Ouch. “Duuude,” he drawled.“Chill.”

Fingers snapped,silencing his dog lickety-split. Bolt plopped down next to him, tail thwackingagainst Luke’s leg right where his board shorts ended above the knee.

He elbowed his dog inthe side. “Cut it out, cur.” Hold on. Snapping fingers… Who possessed theability to boss his animal around and convince the stubborn bugger to obey?

Only one person inany dimension wielded this kind of puppy power. But no, it can’t be her. She’dmade it clear he remained persona non grata in her life with her recent no-showin the Underworld.

With his heartbeatjackhammering in his chest, he sucked in a deep breath, soaking in the uniquefloral scent of the woman who broke his rarely used heart, hoping this was nomere post-party hallucination.

“Gabrielle,” hewhispered. God’s messenger and elite warrior, the angel he’d admired andcherished. “Elle.” The woman he’d let down, and who ultimately walked away.

A grin spread overhis face and happy chills frolicked down his body.

“Angel baby. You’rehere.” He cranked open his eyelids to gaze up at her in wonder.

Lightning crackled inthe depths of her glittering green eyes as she loomed over him, her unhappyexpression promising pain. Yep, his angel was clearly not as thrilled as he wasabout this unexpected reunion.

Years of yearningcrashed to the forefront. He ached to caress her smooth, cloud-pale skin, tobury his fingers in the long fire-red hair she always kept swept up in a highponytail. Memories surged, of her curves pressed against him while they kissedunder the stars in Faerie, of her wicked strong legs wrapped around his torsowhile they made love against his castle wall, on the spiral staircase, in thesky—

A snarl escaped hisangel’s throat, and her arm shot downward, her fingers of steel snagging him bythe throat and squeezing his windpipe.

“Luke.” She uttered his name as if it were thevilest curse word in any dimension, then lifted him with little effort andslammed him up against the wall…

About the Author:
Celia lives in California with her family. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, angels, and the Fae. 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.

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A Bewitching Monday

A Round-Up of Daily Virtual Book Tour Stops

INTERVIEW - WOMEN'S FICTION - HEAVY METAL SYMPHONY by A.K. Palombo  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3Q8C65C

Guest Blog- My SECOND Life by Simon Yeats  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/45oh47D

Melanie’s Awakening by Celia Breslin   They’re lovers from different worlds…and a Dark Fae is determined to keep them apart.  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3PKJmmZ

Taken By The Alpha King by Abigail Barnette #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/46mjwwI

BLOG TOUR, Excerpt & Giveaway – AISLING: In the Land of Wolves by Eileen Sheehan
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SPOOKTACULAR FEATURE: STAKED-A Vampire's Tale by KIM CATANZARITE bonus Top 10 Favorite Halloween Songs #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3PPm4w5

Witching on a Star- A 10 Episode Short Story on Kindle Vella
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#KindleVella #Vella
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Heavy Metal Symphony by A.K. Palombo  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3Q9b3qT

Nicola Solvinic's new book, THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER from Berkley Publishing Group, is now available for pre-order: https://bit.ly/3YDcQHB
#nicolasolvinic #mysteryauthor #crimeauthor #thrillerwriter #criminology
#criminologymastermind #crimefiction #crimethriller

HEART OF THE STORM: DEMON STORM Book 4 by VALERIE STORM  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3Fe25lO

Bewitching Book Tours Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: Vampire Witch by Eileen Sheehan  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3ZUMPUD
 
My SECOND Life by Simon Yeats #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3PQmpyE

Spooktacular Feature: Guardian of Monsters (Sleuths of Shadow Salon) by Catherine Stine ~ #BookTour #Excerpt #Giveaway  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/46EfRtV

SPOOKTACULAR FEATURE: DANCING VAMPIRES with CORNELIA AMIRI  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3PFPVqI

Craving Beauty by Jennifer Silverwood #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3PG7WFy

Pariah’s Lament by Richie Billing #EpicFantasy  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3QblSsJ

An Angel’s Obsession The Cupid Dating Agency by Celia Breslin - Paranormal romance, fantasy romance, angel romance - An angel on a mission. A Celtic god seeking forgiveness. A passion that can’t be denied… A Halloween Spooktacular  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/3ZNnxaY

My SECOND Life by Simon Yeats - Memoir - You cannot possibly understand how important things are until you have to decide between them and life.  #bewitchingbooktours https://buff.ly/48HaHit

Pariah’s Lament by Richie Billing #EpicFantasy

Pariah’s LamentOf Metal and Magic Core SeriesRichie Billing
Genre: Epic FantasyPublisher: Of Metal And Magic PublishingDate of Publication: 17/03/2023ISBN: 1838400915ASIN: B09H7RYS5DNumber of pages: 423 Word Count: Approx. 110,000Cover Artist: 100 Covers
Tagline: "So often it's the forgotten who possess the power to change the world."
Book Description:
When an attempt is made on the life of Ashara, Keeper of Yurr, his young, hapless advisor Edvar must uncover and stop those behind it.
With enemies in the capital city and the belligerent Tesh, Keeper of neighbouring nation Karrabar stirring trouble in the Borderlands, can Edvar hold together Ashara's brittle reign?
The troubles ripple throughout Yurr, affecting an ancient race of people known as the Amast, who in their time of utmost need, turn to pariah Isy for salvation. Rejected by society, kith and kin, can Isy guide the Amast to safety during the greatest turmoil Yurr has known since the War of the Damned?
Pariah's Lament will take you on a rollercoaster of an adventure ‘that will keep you spellbound as you traverse the world alongside Isy and Edvar’ (Books Behind The Title). And along the way you’ll experience ‘intense fighting scenes, a little romance and flawed characters’ (Sarah Lillian Books).
If you love to explore fantasy worlds, this book won’t disappoint. Part of a shared universe populated by other authors, the setting in Pariah’s Lament has proven a huge hit with readers, with some praising the ‘insane level of detail’ (The Book Suite) and vividness of its descriptions.

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Excerpt:

Like a flock of dive-bombing gulls, the great stonesof the Yurrish trebuchets and catapults twisted and turned in the air. Onejagged chunk struck the bow of a Karraban galley and splinters and shards burstforth to a chorus of cracks and screams. Another great boulder obliterated themasthead of a nearby ship, hurling those upon the deck overboard.
More missed than struck. The yellow tide did not falter.

Driven forward by oars, the Karraban fleet ate up thewater, moving in a diagonal line. The trebuchets were taking an age to reload.From his vantage point, Jem could see those on the quay hurrying to winch backthe catapults. At the sound of a frantic horn, the arms of the catapults wereunleashed and clusters of iron balls, stones and rocks rained down on thoseships leading the Karraban charge, puncturing hulls, sails and decks.

Still they came.

The trebuchets, ranges adjusted, loosed again and oncemore struck a destructive blow. The Karrabans still persisted. Yurrish archersupon the quay walls unleashed their first volley. Unfortunate rowers upon theopen decks screamed, and the momentum of a number of ships waned, oars fallingslack or tangling with others. One talented, or lucky, archer struck a helmsmanand the galley veered into another, scraping its side and snapping its oars,and, no doubt, the arms of a few oarsmen too.

The Karrabans answered with arrows of their own, theirarchers placed in crow’s nests and platforms built amongst the rigging. The airquickly grew thick with darts. The persistent shouts and cries of men wereincrementally drowned out by the great crashes of stone against wood as theloads of catapults and trebuchets fell. The frenetic scene around the quay wallabsorbed Jem’s attention. Creeping into the top of his vision, looming behindthe chaos, came the first of the great galleons. Its rowers slowed, turned portside,level with the quay gate.

"Sir, the galleon carries the thunder. You muststop it!" Jem shouted.

Gundar looked to where he pointed and nodded. Hedispatched messengers to the quay and artillery stations. Jem spotted hatchesopening on the portside of the ship. Catapults continued to fire at thegalleys, though some quick-thinking engineers had turned their aim to thegalleon.

Their loads fell short. The trebuchets were stillreloading. They were the only ones who had a hope of hitting it, if any oftheir operators had the presence of mind to know where to aim.

One by one, their great wooden arms swung forwards.Huge rocks hung in the air like eagles.

Everyone upon the wall had their eyes upon them,hoping they struck, willing them to do so, and despairing as they watched eachone splash harmlessly into the water.

Listento an Audio Excerpt

About the Author:
Richie Billing writes all kinds of stories, but mostly fantasy fiction. His tales often explore real-world issues, zooming in on his characters and their troubles.
His short fiction has been widely published, with one story adapted for BBC radio. And his debut novel, an epic fantasy called Pariah's Lament, was published by Of Metal and Magic Publishing in March 2021. 
Richie also hosts the podcast The Fantasy Writers’ Toolshed, a venture inspired by the requests of readers of his acclaimed craft book, A Fantasy Writers’ Handbook.
When not writing, Richie works as an editor and digital marketer and teaches creative writing both online and in his home city of Liverpool.
Most nights you can find him up into the early hours scribbling away or watching the NBA.
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Craving Beauty by Jennifer Silverwood #HauntedHalloweenSpooktacular

OnceUpon a Nightmare

AWylder Tale

Therehad been a time when Resha had not hated her father, when her only concern hadbeen checking her traps and learning knives from Grandfather. But that wasbefore their village on the ridge of Mount Grimm had been attacked anddestroyed by their enemies. After that, she’d learned a hunter’s claws must belonger and sharper. A hunter must always be prepared to fight as well as flee,Father said.

“Stayclose, Resha,” her father hissed, drawing her attention to their bleakpresent. 

Sheglanced ahead to see a moonlit shadow of his harsh figure. He looked every bitthe predator he intended to be, with a wicked glint to his eye and battlescars. Before his death, Vilhelm had adopted this same stance as their father.Each time he returned from a raid, her brother would boast of the scars thatshowed man’s superiority over beast. Now that Vilhelm and Grandfather were lostto them forever, Father saw to her training. And soon she too must live by thecode of tooth and claw.

“Thebeasts rely on their fangs and hooks, but they forget we are smarter,” Grandfatherhad often said. He had been hunting with her father when the enemy hadsurrounded him, ripping his intestines out. She’d taken the news bravely infront of her village, as was expected of her, and cried in the shelter of firtrees later. Men never lived long this far in the mountains, so close to themirror. 

“Resha!”Father called again, only now he had turned to glare at her. His rough handstensed against the handle of his axe. “Get your head out of the fog, pup. Don’tforget we have a debt to repay. Sometimes I wonder if you are too soft to be apredator after all. How can you dawdle when we are so close we can taste theirblood? Remember, you are a hunter, not a lamb.” 

Shecringed against the force of his fury, even though it wasn’t entirely directedat her. Still, she felt the weight of his expectations as much as hisunderlying berserker hatred for the ones they hunted. 

Torchfire illuminated his features and reflected in his eyes when her mother came tostand between them. “Enough, Wolfsbane!” she hissed. 

Hisfierce gaze flickered from Resha to Mother’s cloaked frame. Though she couldnot see her mother’s expression, it must be equally fierce. Her father wiltedbeneath Mother’s silent strength. He bowed his head and, without furtherargument, turned back to continue the hunt. 

Onlythen did Mother turn to face her. Torchlight revealed the deep circles underher round golden eyes, the strain she had endured since the last attack on thevillage. But there was no sympathy in her gaze, only sorrow. “Stay close to me,pup,” she whispered and lifted a hand to cup Resha’s cheek.

Reshanodded, savoring the brief affection, and moved out of the cold shadows, intothe halo surrounding Mother. She could always rely on her mother’s warmth. Hermother’s skin almost burned to the touch at times. Among a people who couldstand the harshest of winters, Mother always seemed strongest. 

Reshatightened her grip on the leather wrapping of the bone knife her grandfatherhad made her two moons ago. Grandfather had been the first victim, a prelude tothe evil that had come for them soon after. She remembered little of the wayhe’d looked before Father had dragged his corpse back to the village, or ratherwhat was left of his corpse. When she closed her eyes at night it was that lookof frozen terror in her grandfather’s eyes she saw. 

Theyhad been on the run ever since the attack on Mount Grimm. An entire moon hadpassed since half the village had been murdered, including her brother Vilhelm.If any others survived they were hiding deep in the mountains. 

Thebeasts had always been a threat to them. But recent attacks alluded to a newhunger to wipe out the last true folk living in the Wylder Mountains. Some inthe village had blamed Wolfsbane and his quest to avenge Grandfather’s death.Now those who might still have blamed her family were dead.

Nowall that was left to them was this hunt, her first true hunt. Before this shehad been little more than a trapper, practicing her knife on the smallcreatures she’d found in the woods near their village. Every time she’d ended ahare or tripe’s life, she’d felt nothing of the thrill the other childrendid. 

“SometimesI wonder if you are too soft to be a predator after all.”

Truly,Father’s words resonated with her far more deeply than she wanted them to. Apart of her was so much a child. She had never plunged her knife into the heartof a true beast. It was her greatest fear she would fail in a task Vilhelmwould have fulfilled without flinching. Now the legacy of vengeance was left toher hands and the dagger Grandfather had made for her last moon day. 

Reshareleased a deep breath and watched it hover in the freezing air. The territorythey hunted in was new, closer to the lost city than most of their kind hadever dared to trail. Her father said they were searching for signs of man andbeast. Father crouched and inspected every curve of the path the tracks hadmade. It was difficult to see anything but shadow and snow. Yet she couldalmost feel the faintest traces of their prey’s footfalls. It was thesmell and the warmth Wolfsbane was following now. 

Herattention was diverted by a bright splash of red along the roots of a nearbytree trunk. Her stomach clenched at the thought of the berries hanging fromthose thin branches. Mother had told her to forage whenever they came acrossnuts and rare plant life. Just because they were hunting didn’t mean shecouldn’t savor a morsel. And she might even snatch enough to save for when theymade camp. She glanced up, hopeful Wolfsbane would not notice.

Shepoked through the fur wrappings keeping her palms and wrists warm, making quickwork of the winter berries. Meanwhile, she kept her eye on the glow oftorchlight up ahead and slipped the rest into the satchel attached to her belt.The juice stained her fingers a faint purplish hue and she licked them, hopingto hide the evidence. Her eyes shut involuntarily as she drank in the sweettaste. 

Ahand grasped her wrist roughly and pulled so she was forced to face Wolfsbane’sgrizzled visage. 

“Foolishpup!” he growled. “This land is cursed and you are a fool to touch it. Do youwish to fall asleep forever in these woods?” With every word he squeezed herwrist tighter, drawing tears from her eyes. 

“Wolfsbane!”her mother interrupted, gripping his arm. “You will not harm our last remainingchild. She is hungry and we have not stopped for three days. Leave her be.”

Theystood together against the torch, the light illuminating the sickly rage inFather’s eyes and the fear in Mother’s. Resha tried not to give into that samefear. Father would only see it as a weakness. He was too deep into the hunt andtoo addled by grief to know better.

Soshe lifted her chin and willed her tears to stop. To say anything would onlyspark his fury again. Instead she kept her eyes locked with his. Mother’sfingers crept higher, resting over both her wrist and her father’s tense grip.His anger faded, and for a moment, Resha saw the love her father had for her.He opened his mouth to speak and hope bloomed in her chest.

Thatwas the moment a chorus of howls rose together like a nightmare in the woodsaround them. The cries began ahead of them, further up the valley. Often shehad heard them in the distance as a small child within their cottage. Never hadshe heard them so close and so far away from all she knew. 

Herbreath came in short, violent gasps as her heart pounded in her ears. Thesewere the beasts who had stolen everything from them, the ones they had beenhunting ever since. 

Forthe first time, Resha felt the stirring of the hunt in her blood.

“Atlast they have picked up our scent,” Wolfsbane growled. He rounded with thefluid movement of a master hunter. He bent his knees slightly as he pulled asecond curved blade from its sheath to mirror the double-bladed axe he heldwith his other hand. 

Reshawiped the remains of her tears away before they could freeze and reached forher mother’s hand. More howls rose into the night and this time seemed to comefrom every direction. Sounds in the forest often echoed loudly within theforest’s walls, making their location difficult to track with human ears.

“Wecannot meet them head-on, my love,” Mother pleaded. 

“Listento the fear in their cries, Nephthys.”

“Wolfsbane,please,” she urged. 

Someof the madness softened as he looked at her. Another howl sounded nearby,closer this time. His brow lowered and darkened. “Move!” Father demanded as hepivoted and took them down a different path. 

Reshaclung to her mother’s comforting warmth and the torchlight in her free hand.Together they stumbled over thick snow drifts and tree roots. Renewed energyfilled her, giving power to her steps. A mysterious inner power filled herlimbs and made her run like the wind. Mother picked up her pace to match her,though they were nowhere close to meeting Father’s retreating back. Theirbreaths came in quick, short pants at first. And then a strange calm fell overher and the snow and limbs were no longer obstacles. In this moment she becamea part of the forest and avoided pitfalls and roots with ease. She felt free asthe howling winds and the birds of prey that trailed them. 

Thewolves were closer now, their cries coming from the thicket her family had justfled. It wouldn’t be long before they were forced to confront them. Fear joinedher fleeting joy but she forced it back down. 

Grandfather’srough voice came to her mind. “A hunter must own and relish in fear, to givespeed and focus in the fight.”

Fatherstopped half a league ahead to wait for them. His head swiveled to gather asmuch of their surroundings as he could. She knew he was seeing more than theforest. Already he was making plans for their attack, trying to guess where theenemy would come from. He turned to face them as soon as they approached theedge of the small clearing. It was almost more painful for her to stop runningthan it had been to begin. 

Hermother spoke through strangled breaths. “Shall we bait them here, then?”

Wolfsbanenodded as if her words were no more than a distraction, his focus entirely onthe forest around them. Resha kept hold of her mother’s arm, amazed the torchshe held was still lit and burning steadfast. Father answered, “You will remainhere with the pup.” 

Mothernodded. “The fire will hold them off long enough.” 

Wolfsbanelooked down at them and his gaze fixed where Resha’s fingers gripped hermother’s arm. She flinched when he approached. 

Hepushed his way between them with his burly frame and forced her to stand in thecold with him. He flipped the long, silver dagger so its worn handle faced her.“Take your claw, pup,” he growled. 

Reshagasped, choked on her words as he took her hand and forced it to grip thedagger. This was called White Fang, a blade almost as legendary as the hunterwho owned it. It had been long told in the village that as a youth, Wolfsbanehad destroyed an entire pack on his own, thus earning his name. 

“Usethis and avenge your brother’s death,” he said. 

BeforeResha could spit out a reply, her father rushed away from them. He disappearedinto night’s shade where not even the moonlight could penetrate.

Thehowls drew closer. In the forest, it was difficult to tell how far the enemymight be. At times a threat loomed closer than anticipated, or so she hadheard. 

“Keepan eye out for shadows, little love,” Mother whispered. Their eyes met acrossthe small gap Wolfsbane had made betwixt them. 

Ahowl cut through the brief silence and they turned in unison to face it. Reshalistened to the crunch of her mother’s boots and tried to push her senses fartherinto the forest, where Father waited. He would try to cut around the pack’spath, rip apart their flank. But she wished he had remained to keep them safe.She jerked when her ears picked up the heavy huffs and puffs of beastly breathand peered past the white tree at her side. 

“Resha,”Mother hissed.  

Reshawas frozen, tied to the sound of whatever awaited in the forest. She had neverseen the creatures alive, only their pelts once the hunters returned fromdefending the border. And it was rare indeed for a hunter to return with morethan one pelt. Father had once brought back thirteen. 

Shescreamed when something grabbed her cloak. She slashed with her knife as shewas pulled back around. Mother stopped the blade with the wooden handle of hertorch. A sob escaped Resha’s lips, only it sounded much smaller and youngerthan she wanted to be then. 

“Itis all right, love.” Mother’s golden eyes sharpened, looking past her shoulder.“Climb this tree now. You’ll be safe there when the monsters come.”

Reshaopened her mouth to protest. Father had told her to avenge her brother’s death.He would expect to find blood on her blade once they were finished with thispack. 

“Noarguments,” Mother said, “you are too young for bloodshed, my little runt. Letme worry about your father.” 

Withswift strength, she stuck the hilt of her torch into the snow and knelt toweave her fingers before Resha’s boot. 

Theclimb was hard when Resha’s hands already felt numb and frost had taken to thesmoothed-over bark. Resha used White Fang to claw her way up the trunk untilshe found a wide branch to sit upon. She wrapped herself around it, pressingher cheek to the frozen limb, seeking to share the hibernating tree’s hiddenwarmth. 

Motherwasted no time in picking up her torch and removing a second from the packagainst her back. With two lit beacons of flame at her fingertips, her motherseemed even stronger and more frightening. Light pushed the darkness farther atbay. Mother wove patterns in the air with each torch. 

Ayelp followed by a wounded cry came from the nearby forest. Other cries of painfollowed in quick succession, victims of her father’s axe. She recognized thecrunch of bone and flesh, heard Wolfsbane’s grunts and strangled cries. Henever remained in the same place, ever circling the tiny clearing she andMother waited in. Resha felt a brief, wild hope that maybe he would do itagain, destroy the pack alone before the monsters could appear. 

Soshe wasn’t prepared for one of the creatures to break from the forest andpounce onto the frozen earth in front of them. Its snout faced the tip ofMother’s torches. It was nearly double the size of the pelts she had seen fromdumb wolves of lesser forests. This beast’s head nearly met her mother’sshoulders from all fours. Its black hair stood up on end as it snarled beforethe flames. A cloud of steam rose from its open jaws. 

Hermother was not awestruck or afraid, however, as she brought the other torchthrough the air to smack against the beast’s side. It fell back with a yelpwhile sparks singed its fur and its glowing eyes rolled. One of Mother’ssecrets was the tar she used to light her flames. Now it coated the wolf’s coatand the fire had jumped from torch to creature. 

Anotherbeast replaced its fallen brother. Mother met its snarl with a high-pitched cryand crossed the torches between them. The gray wolf darted around and clampedits jaws over the wood of the torch. Mother quickly brought the other overheadto bathe its back with living fire. The smell of burning flesh was almostunbearable.

Reshacried silently, because she knew then Father had been right. This was her fightas well, her rite of passage. She was failing him and she was too afraid to doanything about it. 

Thesecond wolf clawed at the sparks singing its fur. A third appeared with afourth at its side and this time they attacked in unison. Mother screamed asone ran into the torches’ path while the other darted low to snap at her legs.She fell and the beasts rushed her. The first black wolf staggered to its feet,smoke still rising from its burnt back, but determined to join in thefeast. 

Reshadidn’t recognize her own scream until she landed to the ground with a painfuljab to her ankles. With Grandfather’s knife in one hand and White Fang in the other,she rushed the creatures. She barely rose over their massive heads, but did nothesitate to jump onto the back of the third wolf and plunge Father’s blade intoits back. 

Ittook more force than she was prepared for to dig the blade into its flesh. Soshe followed the first feeble attempt with another, far more vicious. 

Thenext moments happened in a senseless blur. Vaguely she heard her mother screamand the crunch of bone, followed by Wolfsbane’s bellowing cry. She stabbed atthe creature that had tried to kill Mother until they both lay prostrate in thesnow. She struggled to free her leg from the weight of the dead creature andcrawled over to her mother’s crumpled form. 

Tartrickled from Mother’s torches out onto the snow, lighting it with an unnaturalglow, catching fire to the wolf Resha had killed. She hovered over her motherwith White Fang in hand and slashed when another wolf dared approach. Theireyes met as it fell, and the snarl died from its beastly lips. 

Wolfsbanefought what remained of the rest of the pack at the edge of the tree line in adance of shadow and moonlight. 

“Watchthe shadows,” Mother had said.

Redpooled from her mother’s open belly and Resha screamed again. 

“Nephthys!”Wolfsbane cried out as he burst through the tree line. 

Amassive, black-furred wolf used Resha’s distraction to attack. Her blade wentinto its side as they fell into the pooling blood behind Mother and against anearby torch. It rolled with them so a crescent of fire haloed them. 

Theblack wolf clamped its teeth into her neck until her screams died and no soundescaped. The beginning acceptance of defeat pushed its way into her conscience.It was so tempting to give in. She had taken the life of the one that had takenher mother’s. She had avenged her brother’s death. She was a hunter now. ButMother would never know and Wolfsbane would hunt alone. Their kind, the last menof the Wylder Mountains, would fade into the snow like the majik of the lostcity. 

Ragefilled her limbs and though she could no longer scream, she snarled as shepulled White Fang from the beast’s side. She changed angles as she plunged itagain, piercing the creature’s heart. Its jaw released her throat and it yelpedas she rolled on top of it. Resha stabbed and slashed until she could no longersee past her tears and blood. 

Wolfsbaneended the last two monsters and at last his gaze fell to them. Resha watched ashe stumbled to his knees before her mother. A bitter cry left his lips as helifted Nephthys from the snow. His wails took the place of the wolves’ howlsthen. 

Reshaknew deep down that she would never speak again. So many things she had thoughtand felt but never spoken aloud before out of fear. Now she could never tellMother she loved her. She could never tell Wolfsbane that she wanted to be thekind of daughter a hunter could be proud of. 

Oftenshe had longed to scream and make him understand that she would never be whathe wanted her to be. She was… no, she had been a gentle soul, Mother’slittle runt. She was too young to spill blood, Mother had said.

Nowshe couldn’t look away. There was too much blood, too much pain. She felt thelife spill from her neck and grabbed a fistful of snow to staunch the flow. Asit seeped past her fingertips, she thought the words she would never speak.

“Iwill make them pay. One by one, until they have suffered as much as us, I willdestroy them, Mother. All.”

Craving BeautyWylder Tales Volume 1Jennifer Silverwood
Genre: YA Fairy Tale FantasyPublisher: SilverWoodSketchesDate of Publication: July 14, 2023ISBN: 978-1-0881-3626-3ASIN: B0CBTRBG4FNumber of pages: 222Word Count: 60,808Cover Artist: Qamber Designs
Tagline: A hungry beast waits to devour her soul…
Book Description:
Nineteen-year-old Vynasha's life is no fairy tale. The fire that killed her sisters was her fault, and the magick that saved her nephew cannot heal their scars. They shouldn't have survived, and the villagers either fear or loathe them. Until a mysterious stranger saves her, giving Vynasha the key to finding the only family they have left.
With nothing to lose, Vynasha dares the journey into the forbidden Wylderland. Through dangers untold, she makes her way to the forgotten city, but more than ghosts linger in the castle. A wicked curse shadows the land, shadows whisper that the one to break their curse has come, and a beastly prince makes a bargain Vynasha cannot refuse:
Become the beast's bride or become a monster herself.
A dark tale of enchantment and woe, perfect for fans of Margaret Rogerson and Holly Black, Craving Beauty is the first installment of the epic Wylder Tales Series!

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About the Author:
Jennifer Silverwood has been involved in the publishing world since 2012 and is passionate about supporting the writing community however she can. After studying traditional art at university, she began helping Qamber Designs bring authors’ books to life. In real life, she’s a mom of two, a passionate reader, and an occasional artist. Jennifer is the author of three series—Borderlands, Wylder Tales, and the Heaven’s Edge Novellas—and the stand-alone romance titles Stay and She Walks in Moonlight.
Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/silverwood
Website: https://jennifersilverwood.com/
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I grew up listening to my Irish grandmother’s stories about the Fae, includingher encounter with a Banshee in her family’s cellar when she was a teenager. Ofher many stories, this is my favorite…

Bumped by the Banshee by Celia Breslin 

I lived ina large two-story house with my parents, younger sister, and grandmother. Itwas a cold, winter evening, nothing special or out of the ordinary. My familydined together, then my sister and I cleaned up while our parents andgrandmother drank tea.

We joinedthem at the dining table to do our homework, but my grandmother said she wastired and went upstairs to bed. My parents followed shortly after that, but myfather paused on the landing.

“Maeve,it’s going to be a cold night. Fetch us some coal, please.”

I abandonedmy homework, grabbed the empty coal bucket from the kitchen, and went down intothe cellar. I filled my bucket and returned to the stairs. I had one foot onthe first step when the temperature in the cellar, already cold, droppeddramatically. Chills ran down my back. Behind me, someone moaned.

But howcould that be? I was alone...

Terrorrooted me to the spot. The keening grew louder. I dropped my bucket and coveredmy ears. A cold wind bumped against my back. I stumbled forward as theshrieking wind rushed over me and up the stairs.

But howcould that be? The cellar had no windows...

Above me,the cellar door slammed shut. The sound broke me from my stupor. I screamed andran up the stairs and out of the cellar, through the kitchen and dining room,and up the stairs to my room. My parents and sister found me under my bed,shaking like a puppy lost in a snowstorm.

“What isit? What’s wrong?” They asked me, while pulling me from my hiding place.

“I heardthe Banshee wail.”

We staredat each other in silence, all of us reaching the same conclusion moments later.

We hurriedto my grandmother’s room.

She wasdead.

Copyright 2023, Celia Breslin. All rights reserved.

Melanie’s AwakeningHeartland FaeBook TwoCelia Breslin
Genre: Paranormal RomancePublisher: Celia BreslinDate of Publication: April 2023ISBN: 9798223505884ASIN: B0C37NKFYBNumber of pages: 124Word Count: 30KCover Artist: Brantwijn Serrah
Tagline: They’re lovers from different worlds…and a Dark Fae is determined to keep them apart.
Book Description: 
When Melanie Blackstone is offered her bestie’s home in Illinois for the summer, she jumps at the chance. She has a jerky ex to forget and a fantasy-horror screenplay to finish for her agent back in California. But writing time is soon sidelined by strange lights dancing in the air and an even stranger dark figure lurking in the yard.
As a favor, Fae warrior Dealan agrees to look in on the female staying in his friends’ home. However, he didn’t expect her to be able to See him. Few humans possess the Sight, yet this one does. Even more surprising—the friendly and inquisitive woman seems to like him and want his company. A first for the solitary assassin.
But Dealan isn’t the only Fae fascinated by Melanie. A Dark Fae sets his sights on her as well…

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Dealanscowled, cursing under his breath as he strode toward the house. The femalemust be daft. Her ruckus could wake the dead, and that was the last thing hewanted to deal with at the moment. This living, breathing human was asufficient problem without adding temperamental ghosts to the mix.

Near theback porch, his keen Fae hearing picked up the rattling of doors, the clickingof window locks, and the scraping of curtains tugged along metal rods. Room byroom illumination ceased. Darkness wouldn’t protect her from his kind, however,should they wish her ill. He harrumphed. Which they didn’t.

At the footof the deck stairs he paused, reminding himself why he’d agreed to watch overthis skittish lass in the first place. His best friend Angus was a right pushybastard, and sadly, Dealan had never been able to refuse his friend’s damnrequests. Factor in kindhearted Eva O’Reilly, his chum’s mate and longtimefriend of the flower fairies, and it was nigh impossible to deny either of themany little thing.

Or, onenoisy, possibly unhinged, woman-sized being named Melanie Blackstone.

“She’s afunny one, isn’t she, Warrior?” Rosina’s airy voice chimed from behind him.

Gigglingensued when he merely grunted in reply, then the leader of the flower fairiesappeared before him in a swirl of pink sparkles. “Let’s go inside to see whatelse she does.”

“I’ll enter,”he corrected her. “Alone.”

“Aw, you’reno fun,” Rosina pouted, crossing her slender arms and cocking a hip.

“And alwaysmuch too serious,” Valeria and Poppy tittered in unison, fluttering past hishead to join their leader. Their wings whirred, showering sparks over his form,their magic brightening the evening gloom with pulsating pink and orange light.The pleasing sight did little to improve his mood.

“She sawus, Warrior, did you see?” Poppy squeaked.

Valeria’shead bobbled quick. “And took our picture, too.” She struck a pose and preened.

“Aye, Inoticed, Little Ones.” The human seemed to see him, too, right before sheshrieked like a Banshee then fell on her arse inside the sunporch. Strange,since they were cloaked in their natural invisibility and usually needed tolower the mantle to reveal themselves to those who couldn’t See. And accordingto Eva, her friend didn’t possess the Sight. Although, Eva had mentioned herfriend wrote fantastical stories, and creative minds were typically open minds,so—

Valeria andPoppy darted to the door.

“Stay outhere,” he commanded, as they peered into the solarium.

“Ohhhh, sheleft pizza,” Valeria squealed. “Let’s cover it in sugar and eat it.”

“And puthoney in the wine! Drink it down,” added Poppy.

Rosinalaughed. “Good plan.”

Dealangrimaced at the notion. “Negative. You are to remain outside.”

“Boooooooo,”they sang in unison, all three glaring his way.

A shrill scream erupted from the house. Shite.Dealan summoned his sword out of habit and leaped forward, landing before thefairies and waving them away from the screened back door. 

About the Author:
Celia lives in California with her family. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, angels, and the Fae. 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    
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