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Clear My Bookshelf Giveaway!

Here’s another giveaway! As a way to solve my book-hoarding problem and make room on my bookshelves, I’m continuing my Clear My Bookshelf Giveaway! I have a ton of my physical, printed books, collected over my 20+ years of publishing. Rather than consign them to the burn barrel I’m giving some of them away. I’m happy to offer more opportunities for readers to win a signed copy of one of my books!

For a chance to win a randomly chosen by me (Do you want a western, an erotic, contemporary, or a paranormal?) book, which I will of course sign and fill with a bookmark painted by me, tell me about your favorite Thanksgiving entree!

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Cancer Journey Update

It’s been a while since I last gave you all an update. Yes, I’ve talked in snippets here and there about current treatments and meds and issues the meds are causing. However, I thought I’d share in-depth about what’s going on with me, in case some of you or your family members are going through similar experiences.

Remember, last year at the end of July, after having problems with pains in my side and back, I had an ex-ray, which led to a CT with contrast, which led to my diagnosis of Stage IV Endometrial/Mullerian Cancer. My CA-125 Cancer Antigen Test was at 1100—which is really bad. 38 and below is normal. When my dd and I saw the pictures from the CT, where the doctor went through many images to show us the bright Christmas-like lights that lit up what looked like my entire abdomen, my oncologist’s expression told me he thought I was fucked.

Cutting it all out surgically was not an option. Chemo might give me more time. I heard months to a year without it, maybe as many as three with it, but there was little hope for remission, only hope for maintenance, for a while.

It was all so grim. We went home with appointments set for chemo to begin within a couple of weeks. At first, we did shed some tears and called family. That’s all the wallowing I would allow. So, I had an expiration date. I had a path forward to improve my longevity. Even a few extra months would be worth it. From then on, my internal mantra was, “Fuck it. I’m still here.”

What followed was six chemo treatments, one every six weeks, with tons of nasty side effects (hair loss—which was no biggie, extreme fatigue, diarrhea, muscle aches, foot neuropathy, insomnia). But I endured the six treatments; some patients’ bodies can’t take it, but like my dd keeps saying, “I’m a boss.”

When it was over, my doctor ordered an MRI and another CT with contrast. When we reviewed the scans, that blanket of Christmas lights was gone. I had a glimmer of color in my uterus, but those dozens and dozens of tumors were gone.

Surgery was now possible. I underwent a complete, radical hysterectomy and the removal of my omentum (a layer of tissue that supports the organs in the abdomen) on April 1st.

Recovery was a bitch, but I was only bedridden for a couple of weeks before, with the help of my lift chair, I was puttering around again.

My CA-125 Cancer Antigen test was reading a low and normal 15. My oncologist said I was “near remission” and that we’d begin immunotherapy for maintenance.

I began a treatment plan of Ketruda infusions, every three weeks, plus a daily dose of an immunotherapy/cancer drug called Lenvima.

Lenvima kicked my ass harder than my 5-hour infusions of that chemo-cocktail I originally endured. We played with taking Lenvima every other day to lessen the side effects, but fatigue and diarrhea continued to plague me. I took insomnia pills and pain pills to sleep. However, the half-dose wasn’t kicking the cancer. My last antigen test was at 155, plus I was plagued with all these side effects. Still, to fight the cancer building in my body, I went back to daily doses of Lenvima. Then, it felt like some new, awful thing was tearing down my body every day. I really felt like Lenvima was killing me slowly. Here’s the list of what I put up with:

Blood pressure — It rose from an average of 135 to an average of 165 with spikes as high as 200.Extreme fatigueDiarrheaExtreme joint and muscle pain, especially in my hips and thighs. I had to use my arms to push myself out of chairs because my lower body was so weak.BreathlessnessVertigoHand-foot syndrome — My palms were a fiery read with blisters beginning to form under the skin.Rashes on feet and calves — It looked like chigger bites; not itchy, but another mysterious symptom of something going wrong.Blurred vision

I think that’s it. It was enough. By the time the hand-foot problem emerged, my doctor had me stop using Lenvima altogether.

Ten days after cutting Lenvima, I was springing out of chairs, and my blood pressure lowered. The other symptoms have been slowly fading away. I feel better, but I know microscopic cancer cells are roaming my body, looking for a place to assemble to form new tumors. So, we’re in the experimental meds stage of my treatment.

I’m now on a hormone blocker that’s usually only prescribed for breast cancer patients. We’ll see how that goes. If the cancer continues its upward trend, we’ll reconsider more chemo and new medicines. I’m feeling stronger and more determined every day. Dammit, I’m still here.

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Sliding Puzzle: The Wedding Couple (Contest)

Have fun trying to solve the puzzle (I suck at these sliding puzzles, BTW), then tell me what’s going on between this couple at their wedding for a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card! Have fun!

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Flashback: Silver Soldiers–A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology (Contest — 2 Winners!)

I’m currently working on my next anthology, Burn: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology, and over the next couple of months before the anthology is available, I want to remind readers of all the lovely, scrumptious stories that have come before! Today, I’m highlighting Silver Soldiers, which features stories about older military and ex-military men. The snippet I’ve chosen to share today is an adorable and very sexy story written by Brenda Margriet, who will also have a story in Burn. I love that so many authors come back to contribute and be part of the fun. I also love that I get the chance to introduce authors who are beginning their writer’s journey.

Enjoy the excerpt! Enter to win the contest! Have a wonderful day!

Silver Soldiers

Salt-and-pepper hotties with crow’s feet earned through rugged training and years of combat… Former soldiers finding their footing after their first careers, or current soldiers nearing the end of their military careers… They’re ready to find the right partner to put down roots, ones who aren’t afraid of scars and rough edges.

Excerpt from “Operation Purple Sparkle Diamond” by Brenda Margriet…

A resolute Afghan veteran deploys on his most desperate mission yet—wooing the hesitant heart of his daughter’s kindergarten teacher…

Hugh Cromwell took his position. From this vantage point, he had a clear view of the target as well as the surrounding territory. Cold nipped at his ears and nose. He flexed his gloved fingers cautiously and resisted the urge to adjust his woolen cap. Any movement might draw unwanted attention.

An ear-splitting alarm pierced the air. He didn’t flinch, intent on his mission.

The chaos of the snow-covered schoolyard resolved into haphazard order as children bundled in brightly colored parkas, mittens, and toques rushed to join their class lines. Savannah skipped into place, her current best friend Ashleigh at her side. His gaze tracked the straggle of kindergarteners to its head, where Ms. Judith Forsyte stood, vivid eyes gleaming in delight, lush mouth curving in welcome. Her brown hair, streaked with gunmetal grey, was piled on top of her head, leaving the sweep of her neck bare to the winter chill.

His breath caught, as it always did. For three months, ever since their initial contact on the first day of school, his pulse had raced and his groin had tightened whenever she was in sight. Talking to her was almost unbearably arousing. Her calm, confident tone and direct, firm gaze reduced him to the incoherence of a green recruit, his replies not much more than grunts and growls.

Wind whipped across the parking lot, swirled past him, and tugged at the thick wrap draped over her shoulders. She clutched it tighter, arms crossed under her rounded breasts, and he suppressed irritation. Why the hell didn’t she put on a coat when she came to get the kids? Sure, she was only outside for a minute or two, but every soldier knew to be prepared at all times.

Ms. Forsyte spun on her heel, the wrap belling around her, and led her tiny charges into the three-story building. Loss tugged at his chest. That brief glimpse would have to last him until he picked up Savannah after school.

He could wait. The Army had taught him patience. It had also taught him to set goals and implement strategies. As of now, Operation Purple Sparkle Diamond—this was the last time he’d allow his daughter to provide a code name—was in motion.

Contest

For a chance to win a FREE download of any one of these anthologies, let me know 1) whether you’re a fan of short stories, and 2) which of these anthologies appeals to you! I’ll choose TWO winners!

Click on covers to learn more about these anthologies!

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Saturday Puzzle: My Personal Therapy

Saturdays are usually puzzle days, and I almost didn’t post today because it’s so late in the day!

The past three days have been a whirlwind of activity, and I’m pretty exhausted now. Being introverted by nature, experiencing chronic fatigue, and needing to keep isolated due to my damaged natural immunity to bugs are some of the reasons I prefer solitude.

However, I ventured out on Thursday evening because my dd and I led our art guild’s meeting, where we painted Christmas ornaments. Mine were so horrible I’ve set them aside to decide whether to trash them or doodle all over them to hide the tragedy. One good thing that happened was that I asked the other artists to save the paint on their palettes so I could “smoosh” some cards on the leftover paint. Now, I have ten or so cards to doodle on.

Yesterday and today, we participated in our art guild’s sale event. To while away the time during lulls in customers, I painted watercolor blobs on a postcard and doodled. That postcard, which is featured in this puzzle, sold this morning. I also doodled on a couple of smoosh cards. I haven’t felt like painting in forever, but these past few days had me reaching for my paintbrushes and pens again. I think, when I was painting/doodling the past couple of days, it gave me a way to escape being in public, to let my mind focus on something purely therapeutic, for me. I already said I’m pretty much a hermit. Other than my closest family, I really like my solitude.

For a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card, solve the puzzle, then tell me what you like to do when you need to retreat when you’re in public.

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Clear My Bookshelf Giveaway!

As a way to solve my book-hoarding problem and make room on my bookshelves, I’m continuing my Clear My Bookshelf Giveaway! I have a ton of my books, collected over my 20 years of publishing. Rather than consign them to the burn barrel I’m giving some of them away. I’m happy to offer more opportunities for readers to win a signed copy of one of my books! My daughter is on board with making trips to the post office for me. She loves it when I volunteer her for stuff. [image error]

For a chance to win a randomly chosen by me (Do you want a western, an erotic, contemporary, or a paranormal?) book, which I will of course sign and fill with a bookmark painted by me, tell me about your favorite person!

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Word Search: Cringey Words (Contest)

Happy National Dictionary Day!!

I thought of celebrating it by doing a word search, but what theme would be fun? Then I remembered how the girls go “Ew” over the word “moist”—a perfectly descriptive word, but one that makes them cringe—especially when I say it for some reason. Go figure.

So, today’s puzzle includes some of my own favorite cringey words. Every time I hear the 16-year-old say “sick” when describing something she thinks is cool, I cringe. Sigma makes me cringe and laugh. A Sigma guy is cool and does his own thing regardless of what everyone else thinks. First, don’t we have enough with Alpha (He men), Beta (in tune with his feelings but often a wuss), and Omegas, which I do not understand at all. Second, why are we using the Greek alphabet to describe men? When did that even start?!

Slurp and squirt are, I think, self-explanatory.

Anyway, today’s challenge…?
Share your cringey words for a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card!

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Gabbi Grey: The Story I Wasn’t Meant to Write

Hello, Delilah!  Thank you for inviting me here to discuss my latest short story.  My Beloved Witch is my retelling of Jane Austen’s Emma.

This short story, however, was not the one I set out to write.  When chatting with Plot Whisperer about writing a paranormal Jane Austen, she suggested a version of Pride and Prejudice featuring shapeshifting creatures and vampires.

I was like, uh…?

She started describing what she envisioned. She wrote. And wrote. And wrote.

I had to start working and yet she continued to write.

I said nothing, but let her go on as she immersed herself in the story.

I was in awe.  She remembered all the major plot points of P&P –— as well as many of the minor ones — and by the time she was finished, she had a hell of a story.

Quietly, I pointed out this was supposed to be a 15k SHORT STORY.

She sat back and thought.

I did something I’d done several other times when she’d truly been invested in a story.  I offered it to her.  To this point, her response had always been the same: Nope. I created this plot for you.  It’s not for me.

This time?

A very long silence.

Then she asked for twenty-four hours to make a decision and went to bed.

I waited impatiently because I knew — I KNEW — this would be such an amazing story.  But not a story I was meant to tell.

She came back a day later and said yes, she was going to keep the plot.

I was elated.

That was the easy part.  It took the better part of a year of me cajoling and encouraging and poking for her to get the story written.  Eventually, she found the courage to share with me.

OMG — it’s brilliant.

Now I have to figure out how to get her to publish.

But…that left me without a story.

She said, ‘Oh, Emma’s a lesbian witch.’

I was like…HUH?????

She elaborated — provided me a brilliant story that, again, hit most of the plot points for Emma.  Only instead of Mr. George Knightly, I had the super powerful witch, Maeve Knightly.  Who has been in love with Emma for a long time but has held her silence.

Now, in my very liberal version of Regency England, witches abound and being queer is normal and even celebrated.  So to say it’s loosely historical would be accurate.

I love the story.  I think Plot Whisperer whispered the perfect plot, and I was thrilled to be included in this new anthology.

And yes, there is, I believe, in another story, a vampire.  But he’s not gay.

One day, I will get Plot Whisperer to publish that book.

Anyway, that’s the tale about the story I wasn’t meant to tell.  Thank you for allowing me to visit, Delilah!

Contest: As a thank you to your readers, I would love to give away a copy of my sapphic novella, I See You.  Just let me know, is there a classic you would love to see take on a paranormal twist?  If you want, let me know which twist you would like.  Random will choose a winner. Good luck!

Sense, Sensibility, and Shifters
(A Paranormal Jane Austen Retellings Collection)

Jane Austen’s timeless love stories take on a supernatural twist in Sense, Sensibility and Shifters, a captivating anthology of paranormal romance.

Step into a world where Darcy’s pride hides a dark secret, and Elizabeth’s prejudice may cost her more than her heart. Each story in this anthology brings an iconic Austen romance to life in a thrilling new way.

From the mysterious moors of Northanger Abbey to the haunted halls of Pemberley, Sense & Sensibility and Shifters invites you to experience classic love stories with an otherworldly edge.

Perfect for readers who adore the elegance of Austen and the allure of the paranormal, this anthology will whisk you away to a world where love is ethereal, powerful, and worth every risk.

Authors:
L Mad Hildebrandt
Bianca White
Roslyn St. Clair
Ann C. Orlandi
Angela Kady
Gabbi Grey
AK Nevermore
Ariel Dawn

The anthology will only be available for a limited time.

Links:
Universal Link: https://books2read.com/tnrc2025sensesensibilityshifters
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Sense-Sensibility-Shifters-Paranormal-Retellings-ebook/dp/B0DK5DFH1B
Add it to Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/220472194-sense-sensibility-and-shifters

My Beloved Witch by Gabbi Grey

Emma Woodhouse is the consummate matchmaker. No one in Highbury is as talented as she is in securing happiness by bringing couples together. Her latest task is to find a match for her new friend, Harriet Smith. If Emma isn’t careful, though, she might fall in love herself.

My Beloved Witch is 10k word loose retelling of Jane Austen’s Emma set approximately during the Regency period, but in a world where being queer is celebrated, and being a witch is no big deal…

About the Author

USA Today Bestselling author Gabbi Grey lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black and Gabbi Powell.

Personal links:
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Flashback: Tyson’s Mission (Contest — 2 winners!)

I’ve been fortunate enough to have been included in several “team” series in my sister’s Brotherhood Protectors world. Each is pretty special. I had a blast sharing characters and trying to write a story that fit while still being unique. Tyson’s Mission is the last one I wrote. I got to enjoy “living” next to an archaeological site in the jungle for a few weeks while my characters tried to avoid drug-runners and kidnappers. The setting was extremely important, and I dug in (pardon the pun) to incorporate as many details as possible of what an actual dig site might be like while keeping the plot moving briskly! I hope you enjoy the “meet-cute” excerpt! Happy Tuesday!

Click on any of the covers below to read an excerpt and find links to the books!

Contest

Win your choice of one of my Brotherhood Protectors “team” stories! There will be 2 winners! All you have to do to enter is answer me this…

Do you still like alpha hero stories featuring ex-military men? What’s one you’ve read recently you really enjoyed?

Tyson’s Mission

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A former Navy SEAL is tapped to provide security for a team of archeologists working to uncover Mayan ruins deep in a Mexican jungle that a local drug cartel is targeting.

After surviving a catastrophic helicopter accident, former Navy SEAL Tyson Quigley is taking well to his new life with the Brotherhood Protectors in the Yellowstone, Montana, office. Life’s looking up. He’s working with old teammates and feeling stronger and more himself every day.

Then he gets a call from his university professor brother, who is worried about a colleague working on an archeological dig in southern Mexico. The team has had problems with thefts of equipment and supplies. Now, one of the dig team members has been kidnapped and held for ransom, but they quickly figure out the finger they were sent in the package demanding payment is from an already dead person. Now, they have no idea whether their team member is alive or dead and worry that the attacks on the site aren’t over. After a quick conference with his Brotherhood Protector teammates, Ty heads down to Mexico to pose as his brother’s friend’s boyfriend to provide her protection for the remainder of the dig.

Cara Woodward doesn’t need a babysitter. Sure, things have gotten scary since a team member was abducted, but she thinks having a bodyguard is overkill. Their sponsors are pulling the plug on the excavation due to the kidnapping, so they’re working furiously to close the site for the season. Tyson’s everywhere she is, and it’s getting on her nerves. His looming presence is distracting, to say the least. He’s too handsome, too intense.

As the dig team continues documenting their work before they pack up and leave, they suffer a series of attacks—this time, too close to Cara for Ty’s comfort. He’s locking her down, with no daylight between them for the duration.

Excerpt from Tyson’s Mission…

Cara Woodward swatted at a mosquito and made a “note to self” to break out the repellent. Yes, it was barely spring, but the humidity was high, and the temperatures were forecasted to reach the low 90s in the next few days. Just one of the many reasons the university liked to dig winter to spring rather than wait for the scorching hot summers when most students were free.

It was also nearing six PM, which meant Roy and the archeologists from the University of Mexico would be heading back to camp. She turned toward the camp’s mess tent to make sure Cookie had a warm dinner ready.

Cookie had been an unexpected blessing this dig season—a new hire who had blended well with the crew from day one. An attractive blonde with short, spiked hair, her brusque personality and ready smile had been a reassuring presence. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t tackle, and her cooking skills, easily adapting to local produce, had assured everyone stayed well-fed. The fact she was ex-Army like Cara had given them an instant connection.

Tonight, Cookie was dressed in a white tank that bared her rather muscular arms and frayed jeans shorts. She gave Cara a two-finger salute and a smile as she approached. “Dinner’s almost ready. Chicken and rice—and I made a homemade red pepper salsa for the guys since they’ve been complaining about the lack of heat.”

Cara sniffed. “It smells wonderful. How are we doing on supplies? We’ll be making a run into Cuidad de Ma’ax for supplies and fuel for the generators tomorrow.”

“I’ll make you a list—mostly produce since it doesn’t keep well. Since I’m feeding fewer people now, I’m flush with almost everything else. Do you have any news about when we’re going to pack it in?”

“I’m hoping Roy will be able to nail down a teardown date tonight.”

Cookie wrinkled her nose. “Good luck with that. He’s pretty pissed the university pulled the plug early. Nothing like a kidnapping to spoil the party.”

“I just hope Duncan’s okay.”

“And not really missing a finger,” Cookie said, her face screwing into a grimace.

They shared a glance. “It was a good thing you noticed the freezer burn on the thumb,” Cara said. “I couldn’t have said for sure whether it was from Duncan’s hand or not, even though the skin appeared darker.”

Cookie gave an exaggerated shiver. “I had a hard enough time looking at the mummy they pulled from the dig. Looking at something that wasn’t dried up like leather… It gave me the willies.”

“You got all the help you need?” Cara asked, looking beyond Cookie to the back of the tent where the sides were rolled up and the portable stoves were presently being manned by the local help Cara had hired.

“More than enough. If you need to let one or two go… I don’t need as many since we’re no longer doing food prep for a full team.”

Cara shook her head. “I promised the local mayor I’d hire them through the duration of the dig. I’ve already promised to extend payment by two weeks since we’re closing early for the season. I want to keep everyone happy with us for the next season when we descend again.”

“Just remember me next time you’re looking for a cook—it doesn’t matter where we go. I’ve rarely worked for a site manager as well-organized as you. It’s been a pleasure. I can concentrate on cooking the food rather than foraging for it.”

Cara gave Cookie a fist bump. “You’re top of my list. All that prior military experience working in a mess hall has really helped make this seamless after our last cook retired.”

“Just remember, I haven’t just worked in brick-and-mortar mess halls—I’ve got field experience, too—situations more challenging than this tent.”

“I haven’t forgotten—and you’ve proven very adaptable.”

In the distance, an engine sounded, but it was coming from the opposite direction from where the dig team would be coming.

“What now?” she muttered and headed toward the motor pool—which was no more than the flattest, unforested spot on the edge of the camp. They’d erected a makeshift fence around the motor pool with cleaned cans from the mess tent hanging from the wire to alert the camp to anyone looking to steal parts or an entire vehicle, which had happened the previous year.

A jeep pulled up to the gate, and the driver rapped the horn once.

The jeep’s poorly painted camo pattern meant their visitor was Gino Acevedo, the local man of all trades with whom Cara met when she needed manpower or materials.

Cookie kept pace with Cara as they moved toward the gate where the jeep stopped.

Gino stepped down with a huge grin on his face. “I have a surprise for you, Señora Woodward.”

The passenger side door that faced away slammed. A tall figure appeared and circled the front of the vehicle. It was a man—a rather tall, well-built man. As he neared, Cara’s breath caught. Lord have mercy, the man was handsome.

His mouth moved into a tight line before stretching into a half-smile as he drew closer. Then, before she had a chance to wonder why he was moving in so close, he reached out, gripped her shoulders, and kissed her.

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N.J. Walters: The Veil is Thinner

The days are getting shorter, and the air has a distinct bite to it. The trees are losing their leaves as the wind whistles through their branches. This is the time of year when the veil grows thinner, and creatures of the night, such as vampires, demons, werewolves, and ghosts, seem a little more real to us all.

I love writing about paranormal creatures. Anyone familiar with my books knows I love writing about werewolves. Elemental is the best way to describe them. They are powerful creatures, in tune with the earth. The idea of them makes us shiver in dread; at the same time, it makes us wish we could be closer to the wolf. The wolf calls to us on a primal level. We admire it even as we fear it.

But in my latest series, I veered away from werewolves and into the world of reapers, those who gather the souls of the dead and lead them to the afterlife. It doesn’t get more primal or powerful than that.

Being the sons of the Grim Reaper comes with expectations, and their father is not happy with how they’ve been conducting business. He’s given them each an ultimatum— learn to reap with compassion and do the job to his standards or face eternal exile. Stranded in the town of Redemption with limited powers, no money, and no way to communicate with the outside, they’ll all play the game, reap the soul, and return to their normal lives. It’s a straightforward plan—until they meet their assignments.

SAMAEL
Blackwell Brothers’ Redemption, Book 1

Love her. Protect her. Reap her soul.

Samael Blackwell is the son of Death—and he’s officially out of chances. After centuries of reaping souls with zero regard for the rules, his father sends him to the dead-end town of Redemption. With only a few hundred bucks and the clothes on his back, Sam has one last shot to prove he can do the job right: reap with compassion, or lose everything.

It should’ve been easy. Find the soul. Finish the job. Walk away.

Then he meets Adrianne Sharp.

She’s strong, guarded, and hiding from a past that refuses to stay buried. The connection between them is instant—and impossible. Because Adrianne isn’t just anyone. She’s his assignment.

And her soul’s on the clock.

To win back his old life, all Sam has to do is watch her die. But what if the cost of redemption…is her?

He was sent to end her story. But she just might rewrite his.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F2SDQMVF/
Entangled Publishing: https://entangledpublishing.com/books/samael
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/samael-n-j-walters/1147212495
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/samael-13
iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/samael/id6743937757

 

ALEXIARES, book 2 of the Blackwell Brothers’ Redemption series is now available for preorder.

 

 

About the Author

N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, assassins, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

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Website: http://www.njwalters.com
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