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March 15, 2015
Release day Blitz: Belongings by Grant Harbison. Religious intolerance and a struggle for dominion leads to a feud between two rival gangs in Glasgow’s brutal inner city. #Giveaway

SERIES: BELONGING TRILOGYTitle: The Feud Book 1AUTHOR: Grant HarbisonGenre: ThrillerPublisher: WDA PublishingCover Design: Manuela Cardiga
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Scots-born Grant Harbison lived the drama of Glasgowgang-wars as a young man. He clashed with the establishment, and social conventions all his life. From warring on the streets to warring in South Africa's frontier war, Grant Harbison has directed his passion into his writing. He is now a thoroughly tamed cat-lover who lives with his lovely wife in South Africa, far from the icy cold of his beloved Scotland. He may have dropped the kilt, but he never dropped his Glaswegian accent. Or his love for his native city.
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Published on March 15, 2015 00:00
March 14, 2015
Book Spotlight and Review: The Threshing Circle by Neil Grimmett. #Thriller #Excerpt #Amazon #Island of Crete

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Book DescriptionPublication Date: February 19, 2014 A young couple arrive on the Greek island of Crete and begin prying into the execution of a beautiful English woman during the German occupation sixty years before. They enter a labyrinth of forbidden love, betrayals, murder, greed and vendettas, old and new.
Then they disappear.
A feisty Scottish woman and an irascible, Zorba-like Greek form a reluctant allegiance in a desperate attempt to find and rescue them. They both have very different motives for their involvement. Their search will take them to hidden rituals, ceremonies, remote gatherings, famous monasteries and villages abandoned after decades of vendettas. To the remote island of Gavdos and finally back to a place that, “Even God does not know exists”.
They will encounter characters good and evil; some modern and pragmatic, others ancient and magical.
All the time they are being stalked by the sons of man who seeks to complete the crimes of his father and sate his own greed and insane desire for vengeance. These men are more animal than human and have been raised in the remote mountains for the sole purpose of carrying out the brutal will of their father.
The mystery of the real, hidden Crete runs deep, and THE THRESHING CIRCLE explores some of the myths and romance while not shying away from its often violent nature.
By the end choices will have to be made. If such actions are really possible on an island where many Cretans still believe that: “The Cycle of Blood”, can never stop flowing.

About the authorNeil Grimmett has had over eighty five short stories published. In the UK by among others: LondonMagazine, Stand, Panurge, Iron, Ambit, Postscripts Magazine, Pretext etc. Australia, Quadrant, South Africa, New Contrast. Plus stories in the leading journals of Singapore, India, France, Canada, and the USA, where he has appeared in Fiction, The Yale Review, DoubleTake, The southern Humanities Review, Green Mountains Review, Descant, The Southern Review, West Branch and Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine. He has appeared online in Blackbird, Plum Ruby Review, Tatlin's Tower, Web Del Sol, In Posse Review, m.a.g., Word Riot, Blue Moon Review, 3AM, Gangway, Eclectica, The Cortland Review, Segue, The Dublin Quarterly , Ducts, Sugar Mule, Mysterical E, Thuglit and over thirty others. His stories have also appeared in the anthologies: ENGLAND CALLING, BOOK OF VOICES and Italy’s ISBN’s Top International Stories. He has made the story South Million Writers Notable Short Story list for the last three years. In addition, he has won the Write On poetry award, 7 Oppenheim John Downes Awards, 5 major British Arts Council Awards, a Royal Society of Authors award and has been awarded two major grants from the Royal Literary Fund. He has been signed over the last ten years by twelve of the leading literary agents in both the UK and USA. His current agent is Jon Elek at United Agents.His first thriller, THE THRESHING CIRCLE, has just been bought by Amazon Publishing to be re-released on 12thMay. The Hoard has also been optioned.WEBSITE

I received the book from the author for an honest review.
This was absolutely a fantastic read. From the beginning the author drew you into this plot; tailored to hold you captive till the very last page. His ability to paint pictures with words making it alive and believable is simply outstanding. Every character, every place and every scene had your interest as this mystery / thriller reveals more of the human frailty, the greed, betrayal and their way of seeing things. The island of Crete lives according to their own rules where no law has a say. The story begins in 1942, introducing you to a young woman who wanted to love her husband, see her baby grew and gain the respect and acceptance of the village. A simple thing that every person wants. But jealousy, hate and betrayal had its effect long after the tragic death of this woman. Sixty years later it still had its influence on the main characters: Barba Yiorgos and Diomidis; two elderly men that had their own experiences, was doing well and taking it easy. For 60 years people lived with revenge in their hearts, a misguided form of family honor as they ruined other people, shame and guilt. The vendetta coiling like an fat octopus around the sons and the entire community. When a young woman found herself in the midst of this vendetta she had to go and find the truth, knowing it may cost her more than just her dead puppy and kitten. Kristy McIntyre, a divorced Scottish woman thought she could escape from her own life and troubles, buying a kafenion on the picturesque Island of Crete, not knowing that meeting these two elderly men the problems she would gain. Her tenacity and will power as well as strong ethics held her firm while sorting through the clues left by another young English couple: Eleni and Patrick. The moment Eleni stepped into the village it caused all sorts of reactions and when they disappear it caused more questions than answers.The characters are colorfully painted with so much flair that you could not help but admire or even fell in love with them. From all the characters, Barba Yiorgos, was definitely my favorite. His larger than life persona made you believe that there is really men like this, filled with passion and not afraid to live as he pleases. He was boisterous, rough around the edges that loved his wine and olives, but with a heart of gold. Kristy's reluctance to fall for him could be seen throughout but even she had to bow her knee at the end. All elements of a good thriller were evident in the book. Murder, mystery, abduction, romance, love, brutality, frailty, secrets and even a witch as you get to know the people, the Island and all the villages we visited on our tour. You are taken to many different places, meeting interesting characters: from the priest with one eye to Kyria. Enjoying them equally as the plot unfolds in every scene. The easy flow from one scene to the next made this a quick, fast paced book that will definitely take you deep into the emotional state of each person as you unravel the mystery so long buried.

Published on March 14, 2015 01:35
March 13, 2015
Release Blitz: She was supposed to be my forever, but she broke my heart and betrayed my trust. His Pleasure by M.S. Parker.




She was supposed to be my forever, but she broke my heart and betrayed my trust.Self-made billionaire, Rylan Archer, has had his fair share of heartbreaks before finding the love of his life, Jenna Lang. Four years ago, he was about to ask his girlfriend for her hand in marriage, but after finding her in bed with another woman, it quickly changed. Without a plan, he takes up his younger sister's offer of a weekend with her and her friends in the family cabin. He thinks it'll just be drinking and skiing. What he doesn't expect is to have three of his sister’s friends more than ready to help him forget all about his heartbreak. Don't miss His Pleasures, a novella from Rylan’s POV, that gives a glimpse into the past of the sexy billionaire from M.S. Parker's Pleasure series.



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M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn't retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing.


Published on March 13, 2015 08:27
Cover Reveal: Samantha's secret by Bette Bolte. #Series: A more Perfect Union #3. #Giveaway #Release Date April 21, 2015

Samantha's Secret by Betty Bolté Series: A More Perfect Union, #3Genre: Historical RomanceRelease Date: April 21, 2015


Midwife and healer, Samantha McAlester returns from the front lines to find Charles Towne under British siege and the town's new doctor at war with its citizens.
Dr. Trent Cunningham intends to build a hospital staffed solely with educated doctors. What he doesn't need is a raven-haired charlatan spooning out herbs and false promises to his patients, while tempting him at every turn.
Then a mutual friend develops a mysterious infection. Trenton is stumped. Samantha suspects the cure but knows treatment will expose her long-guarded secret, risking all she holds dear... including Trenton.


“My darling, you look beautiful this evening.” Samantha’s father stopped before her and glanced at her mother. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, of course.” Cynthia sipped her wine, cutting off any further comment she may have made.
“Thank you. I’m so pleased that the weather cooperated so we could enjoy the garden tonight.” Samantha let her gaze roam the mingling crowd. “Another week and it will be too chilly to entertain out of doors.”
“Indeed, indeed.” Aaron’s smile faded as he scanned the area, finally focusing on the two-story home. “This house has served us well for many years. It would be hard to find another as fine.”
Samantha darted a look at her father, then noted her mother’s harsh glance and quick squeeze of his arm. “It is a good thing, then, that won’t be necessary. The British will pull out ere long and the town can return to normal.”
“How is Evelyn?” Cynthia asked, abruptly changing the subject. “Pray tell me she is not still crying over that man.”
“It is to be expected she’d grieve the death of the father of her child,” Samantha said, shaking her head, “even if he did treat her abysmally in the end. At one time, she must have felt something for him.”
“Ah, you’re being sought out.” Aaron motioned for her to precede him down the path. “Time for your annual salute. Are you ready?”
She nodded, aware of a sense of relief emanating from her parents, and made her way down the path, her shoes crunching the shells with each step.
Benjamin handed her a flute of sparkling wine when she reached the group of people gathered by the banquet table. She frowned, worry blooming inside. His mouth was pinched as though he fought pain. Not surprising after receiving a gunshot wound to the shoulder that morning when he fought off the last of the renegades with a little help from Amy. She peered closer.
“Benjamin, are you feeling well?” Samantha studied his expression.
“I’m fine, a touch tired after the day’s exertions.” He wiped his hand down his dove gray evening coat then raised his gaze to look over Samantha’s head. “You made it!”
She turned to see who Benjamin greeted and froze, her flute trembling in her fingers, the liquid sloshing within the fragile crystal. Dr. Trenton Cunningham. His sandy blond hair waved back from his open expression, his crystal blue eyes echoing the wide smile revealing even white teeth. Broad shoulders filled the dark blue evening coat he wore, a canary yellow cravat neatly tied at his throat and tucked into an elaborately embroidered waistcoat. Creamy breeches and black leather boots completed his attire. Despite the formality of his clothes, Dr. Trent appeared as though he’d recently arrived on board a ship from some distant port. Fresh and windblown and ready for adventure.
Trent was a gorgeous man, strong and clever, and extraordinarily dangerous to her sense of wellbeing. Her breath hitched and she forced herself to remain still, appear calm, even as her heart raced. This feeling of imbalance and rushing emotions had never happened to her before.
She turned back to face the remaining guests, and raised her glass.
“My friends, we gather this evening as in years past to rejoice in the bounty we’ve realized this year. As our country begins to define our government and create a new society, consider the wise words from the lauded Anna Bradstreet, some called the Tenth Muse back in her day, in her wonderful Meditations, Divine and Moral.”
Trent locked eyes with her, disconcerting her already roiling thoughts. She took a breath and smiled at the gathering.
“She reminded us that, ‘Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish.’ Pray keep this thought in mind as the year draws to a close and we face new challenges. Our governor and other state leaders will need our support and God’s guidance.”
Glasses clinked all around her to the accompaniment of “Huzza! Huzza!”
She sipped her wine, the cheer of the moment echoing inside her heart. Scanning the crowd, she watched as others mimicked her actions. All but two of her guests anyway. A chill froze her smile into place.








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Published on March 13, 2015 08:01
March 12, 2015
Elements of life by Inderjit Kaur. "I’ve learned to just smile instead of rendering out in constant pain. As it is the definition of the hardships to commiserate and stand in all odds instead of surrendering."
I got to know Kaur through Facebook and the wonderful motivational postings she added to inspire and enrich her friends. Soon my message box was filled with the same uplifting messages, many times at the right time, when I needed it the most.
When I read her book, Elements of Life, I really got to understand her heart and ardor, getting to know this wonderful lady and friend up close and personal.
You cannot write a book like this and not feed it with your own yearnings, passion and understanding. It isn't possible. The book is an extension of her and the lessons she had learned through her own trails and errors. She gives much, sometimes without asking anything in return. She has become a great friend, a good listener and I couldn’t ask for a better promoter for my books. She excels in all she does with love, heart and an abundance of grace.
A True inspiration.

About the bookElements of Life - ISBN: 978-93-84391-68-3Living a more meaningful life- ISBN - 10: 1482811812ISBN - 13: 9781482811810Website: http://alivingseries.com/Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/wArIlTl5CIw
Synopsis.
Questions means seeking something which you no longer take status quo as the only available truth. You wake up and try to make a leap forward that’s what all the leaders and aspirants towards a purposeful life would do. They leave the crowd once for all and make their own path have their visions very clear and courageously stand against all the odds. How much do we know ourselves is critically very important and perhaps very essential. Life is certainly one of the hardest and longest journey that we do face but yes we do face many curves up and down while in course of life .Marriage, becoming parent, life traumas and recoveries, retiring from jobs, empty nest, loss of relations, death of beloved. So yes various experiences……
Living series brings yet another positive word … Elements of Life.
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I have learned to smile. I’ve learned to just smile instead of rendering out in constant pain.
As it is the definition of the hardships to commiserate and stand in all odds instead of surrendering.
At times people are suggesting and they tell to try pushing through the pain to live a physically active life. But I know I’m on to something. I can’t afford such immense beautiful life a waste I need to do my best to spread smiles across.
Besides all the time I’m here to keep walking somehow.
Most mornings I feel like yes I Still haven’t been able to make great of my life still lots of different things to be done.
Some days it gets easier, others it doesn’t. That’s the way it is just have to keep going , accomplish what you perceive in your thoughts and to do and make the best of it. I think one of the main benefits of writing is that it conceptually make you to think positively. You can’t think negatively.
There’s no easy way down the mountain. Its always sloping requires dedication and self- control. Precisely best amongst us make it all look so easy.
I call it water rippling – elite performers make personal excellence look more radiant and project it effortless and seem to make things happen as gracefully as a ripples moves along the water.But like the water you got to keep flowing in all circumstances. What you don’t get to see is all the hard-work taking place inside your busy minds it keeps on generating curious circumference.
The best way to cater spectacular results in the most of the importantly designated zones of your life is through daily practice of Little courage and breeding all positive thoughts.
In my life, I have a learnt abundance of patience is the only key to every success
Apart from this continued sessions of practices that set up all the great canvas of life super shine making every day a great day.Yes, sometimes life sends you back into unexpected challenges unexplained unavoidable circumstances that knock you of the path that keep you imbalance the track-that’s just life it’s a temporary phase in transit happening.
But with a series of only positive concepts and overcoming fears practices to keep you at your best, you’ll stay in a positive state much more often
Fear are scary sometimes
Unpredictable but When it surfaces, we are reluctant to interconnect and are sure seeking tremendous possibilities and wired to run away unknowingly avoiding it to consider it as a lesson of growth . In my mind fear is beautiful. It multiplies as an opportunity to examine my own potential it’s like a gift.
In contrast to the fact every fear that is keeping you small is your own only popped up thought breeded in least possibility of overcoming your ability your authenticity greatness to over caste the best way out of it.
To Seek away distance from your fear is to run from the brightest inner compass of yourselves
you were meant to be a great navigator moving in confidence. Fears are nothing more than a doorway into the better version of your own inner capability your own transitioning phase a search for brighter vision to things that scare you to move ahead in confidence.
Life portrays spectacular opportunities to discover more of all you all in blend of hardships fears uncertainties.
Fear isn’t bad sometimes it reinvents you all a new.
It’s all good. Leading to insurrections of Continuous courage building the prospective of confidence confirming your move that Leads to self-respect
Self analysis Self believe Promoting Growth Makes you better and Shine in excel in glory of Success.
Keep Smiling

Keep Shining.
"Writing Is a Passion which can't be just matched upto anything. Living in this stressed life we need to live but in balance of Let go : Move on spirit:FACE what is on the way that makes you more acquainted of your hidden POTENTIALS. Always willing to learn more Peace Loving.Want to do my bit for being in this Life by spreading smiles.Grateful to God for life is awesome. Also can't live without my pen and music.Spread the essence of being human.Scatter smiles scatter kindness.As i do believe we all smile in same language. A smile reflects back a smile.Being in Silence~Inculcates being in patience.Words are powerful tools .Some words transcends all the meaning to life.As I do believe that words have the authority to make or break. Believing the process of life being in patience moving in faith keeps the light of life always Glowing in Radiance".~Inderjit kaur.

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Published on March 12, 2015 01:54
March 11, 2015
Sometimes life isn’t always that perfect script. Revealing the new cover for Unscripted by M.C.Decker.

Title: Unscripted (The Unspoken Series Book 2) Author: M.C. Decker Cover Reveal: March 11, 2015 Release Date: May 20, 2015 Cover Designer: Cover to Cover Designs Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography Hosted by: SBB Promotions



Sometimes life isn’t always that perfect script. After a decade of searching for happiness, Brooke Anderson finally found what she was looking for when she collided with the one she let get away. The devastatingly handsome Rich Davis not only offered Brooke her dream job, but his heart as well. Just when everything seemed like a perfectly scripted fairy tale — tragedy struck. Will Rich and Brooke’s love survive? Will their script finally end in the Happily Ever After they both so desperately desire?


M.C. Decker is the author of the Unspoken Series. The first book, Unwritten, was released last fall and its sequel, Unscripted, will be released in May 2015. She lives in a suburb of Flint, Michigan with her husband, Brian, and spoiled-rotten Siamese cat, Simon. For the last decade, she has worked as a journalist for several community newspapers in Michigan's Thumb region. She enjoys all things '80s and '90s pop culture: movies, boy bands, music and especially the color, hot pink. She also strictly lives by the motto, "Life is better in flip flops," and is a diehard Detroit Tigers fan.










Published on March 11, 2015 08:30
Book Tour: Do you believe in Magic? by Susan Squires. Her mother left her, the boy she loved left her, even her dog left her. The last thing she wants in a man is a tomcat with “love ‘em and leave ‘em” written all over him. #Contemporary #Giveaway #Magic





Published on March 11, 2015 08:00
March 10, 2015
Book Tour:Passed the moments by Me'shon La'kair. Her work embodies a truth that many can relate to and learn from. Ranging from the importance of education to a mother’s love Passed the Moments, Through the Tears, Out of Concrete is a must read.


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Published on March 10, 2015 08:00
BOOK SALE BLITZ: Shadows of Fate by Angela Dennis. Redemption lies beyond the veil between truth and lies.



Redemption lies beyond the veil between truth and lies.
After witnessing her husband’s brutal murder, Brenna Baudouin lost control of her Shadow Bearer powers and wreaked havoc on her home world. Her penance: one hundred years policing hordes of supernatural misfits that spilled onto the Earthly plane after a cataclysmic war.
She’s on a routine exorcism run when she learns she’s been assigned a new partner. But there’s something about this Shadow Bearer that sparks her suspicions. Particularly when people closest to her start turning up as piles of ash.
Gray Warlow holds tight to the glamour that allows him to get close to the woman on whom he plans to wreak vengeance for betraying his people. Yet as he skillfully manipulates his way past her distrust, he begins to see her not as the heartless monster he was led to believe, but a strong, vulnerable woman.
As they work to put together the pieces of a killer’s macabre puzzle, an attraction deeper than blood and bone flares between them. And they must reveal their deepest secrets to avoid becoming the final targets.
Warning : A thrill ride of supernatural proportions. Contains violent battle scenes, nail-biting suspense, crazy hot sexual tension, and enough twists and turns to make your head spin.


Her gaze stretched to the bar. Beneath the glittering liquor bottles and burnt oak, a bottle of Jack in one hand and Grey Goose in the other, stood her target. Dirty blond hair brushed past his eyebrows, the rest tied back in a rubber band. He seemed innocent enough. As he flipped a glass bottle behind his back, muscles rippling on his shirtless body, magic seeped from his skin. It flowed around the women stretched across the bar, their assets on display as well as their lust.
Thankfully, he didn't get much bang for his buck. This one was weak. Newly possessed, the demon hadn't had time to gain a strong enough lock on the victim’s body. This shouldn't take long. The piles of paperwork she had left on her desk might even get done tonight.
She pushed through the crowd, stripping her leather duster off her shoulders as she went. The black corset underneath, paired with tight leather pants, flattered her figure. She turned heads, especially the demon’s. She released the hair tie at the back of her neck. With a quick shake, her burnt copper curls slid down to her waist. She stopped at one of the tiny tables and threw her coat across the barstool.
Eyes closed, she pretended the music was something more aesthetically pleasing as she stepped onto the dance floor, keeping her mark at the forefront of her mind. She felt his eyes on her body as she swayed to the music. Hips gyrating to the heavy beat, she pulled on her glamour to blend in with the other dancers as she let her magic wrap his body. Losing herself in the music, she let him watch her move, feeling his desire amp. His energy vibrated as he made his way through the crowd, his power wild.
His hands draped her hips and he pulled her to him, his magic sliding over her body. Darkness tinged her aura, but she shrugged it off. Dealing with demon magic never got easier, but his wasn't powerful. Grinning, she wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him close until her lips brushed his ear. His burning skin jumped against her touch.
They stilled for a moment as the DJ switched tracks. “Think you could get me a drink?” she breathed, brushing a hand down his bare back. “I’m thirsty.” She grinned as he nodded, eager, the demon jumping beneath his skin.
“Anything for you, darlin’.” He wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, moving her toward the bar. “What’s your poison?”
“Whiskey. Straight.”
A grin played on his lips. “My kinda woman.”
Pushing past the other bartender, he grabbed a bottle of Jack and poured her shot. She caught it as it slid across the splintered wooden bar. Tossing it back, she reveled in the slow burn of the liquor. It was an old favorite. Just cause she was working didn't mean she couldn't treat herself.
She tossed back a second shot, thankful she didn't have the ability to get drunk. Giving the demon her best longing look, she leaned forward. “Thanks. I needed that,” she murmured. “What’s your name?”
“Zed.”
Leaning forward, she traced a finger down her cleavage. “Do you think you could give me a ride home, Zed?” she asked. She bit one finger in a nervous gesture, knowing he was buying it. “My friend went home with some guy and left me here. I can wait.”
His eyes flashed, and she knew she had him.
“Sure.” He glanced at the other bartender. “Give me a second. I got off an hour ago.”
Sure you did, she thought.
A few seconds later he was back, pulling on a t-shirt as he walked. The gesture was surprisingly human. With the demon hiding inside, the brimstone dancing in his blood would keep his body uncomfortably hot, eventually burning him alive from the inside out. It may be the middle of winter, but he would never feel the cold.
He held up his keys as she rose to meet him. “My truck’s out back.”
She moved closer, letting him drape an arm over her shoulder. “Let me grab my coat.” The duster was where she had left it. She draped it over her arms as she turned on her psychic link with Xavier. The mage accepted, and Brenna turned to the demon, knowing Xavier was watching through her eyes. At this point, the mark’s lust was so inflamed he wouldn't notice the slight change of color in her irises.
Wrapping her free arm around Zed’s waist, she led him through the mass of patrons to the exit. As they stepped into the wintry air, she noticed the bikers again. They stood beside their Harleys, watching her warily as she passed. She worried the tension might give her away, but Zed was oblivious.
She led him over the cobblestone to where Xavier waited. As they closed in on the shadows, she could feel Zed’s eagerness spike.
The darkness moved over them, hiding them from prying eyes. Xavier’s power sang in the night, a compass pointing her to the van. Leaving Zed to follow behind, she moved to the gray van and pressed her back against its side. Zed moved toward her, all pretense of humanity stripped away. The graceless stride betrayed his hunger as green scales peeled away his skin and his eyes turned to blood red slits.
Brenna waited until he was on her, scales chaffing the sensitive skin of her face, then she dropped her glamour. The demon jerked back as her magic wrapped around his body, but it was too late. In one swift movement, she pulled the blade strapped to her back free and ripped the already tattered t-shirt away from his chest. Shifting her body weight, she slammed him against the vehicle even as his body mass grew, the demon pushing its way to the surface. One hand held Zed steady, the other slipped beneath his jeans to feel the skin of his hip.
“A little to the left,” the demon growled, body shaking, titillated despite itself.
He shifted his weight and slammed her against the brick wall behind her. His body pressed hard against hers, he ran a scaly tongue across her cheek. “You don’t have to get hostile, darlin’. I don’t mind if you like it rough.”
She let her power surge and kneed him in the crotch. Sparks flew as her spell sent him flying against the van. Keeping him in place with a holding spell, her fingers found the rune carved on his hip. She ripped away the denim as she tried to control the squirming demon.
“A little help?” she called out. She had pulled back the spell. Her full body weight was pressed against the demon, but he was starting to get free. Her magic had to be focused on breaking the possession; she couldn't waste it restraining Casanova.
She released the demon as Xavier stepped from the shadows and slammed it against the van again. Subdued, the creature glared at them, its red eyes filled with hatred. Another hard slam dazed the creature, but only for a moment.
A flick of her hand and the back of the van opened. Xavier shoved Zed inside. As soon as he was strapped into the harness, Brenna ripped off his jeans. His hips now bare, she was able to see the rune carving, fresh as she had hoped.
Her ceremonial blade pulsed in her hand as she charged it with her energy.
Zed spit at her. The saliva sizzled across the corset, burning a hole in the leather.
Damn. That had been one of her favorites.
“Stuff something in its mouth. I need to concentrate.”
“Deal with it. Even in the harness this thing is a bitch to restrain.” White lines creased Xavier’s eyes, and Brenna worried his injuries were more severe than he let on.
Zed’s fingers began to work the trappings of the harness, but Xavier pulled him back, one arm around his scaly neck. In an explosion of power, Zed pulled free, knocking Xavier into the side of the van. Saliva dripping from his fangs, Zed growled at Brenna, and snapped the other wrist free. Jumping across the van, he pinned Brenna beneath him. Spittle fell from his lips, scorching its way across her skin. She pressed her palm against his face and pushed with all her strength, ignoring her burning flesh. Then, suddenly, he was gone.
Getting to her feet, she saw Xavier had strapped the beast back into the restraints.
“You got it?” Once she started, she wouldn't be able to help him anymore. All of her energy would go into the exorcism.
“Yeah. Hurry.”
A sharp giggle jarred Brenna’s attention. Looking up, she caught Hilda peering through the glass from the front seat. “If he passes out, I can help.”
“This isn't a game.”
Zed slammed against his restraints. “I like ghosts. They burn like whiskey going down.”
“Shut up,” Xavier growled.
Tuning them out, Brenna let the words of the exorcism spell spill from her lips. Her hand pressed against the rune on the demon’s hip. The carving glowed and the green light grew until it filled the van.
Zed fought against the restraints. Obscenities, the kind only a demon would know or understand, ricocheted throughout the vehicle.
Xavier stuck a thick leather strap in the demon’s mouth, cutting off his tirade.
Brenna gathered her magic. It pooled through her and into the athame as she sliced the silver blade into the center of the rune. Blood seeped from the wound, spilling over the green light. It exploded with power, slamming Brenna against the van. Xavier fared better, still wrapped around the demon. He was surrounded by a musty green steam that reeked of brimstone.
Continuing the chant, Brenna pulled a pouch of blessed sand from the crevice between her breasts. Throwing a pinch onto the rune, she banished the demon back behind the Veil. Golden steam rose from the wound. It twined around Brenna thick and dense, but she continued to chant even as its foulness tried to seep inside her mouth.
Darkness teased the edges of her vision for a few moments, then the warmth of Xavier’s power wrapped around her body like a shield, pushing out the demonic essence. Time stood still as the final words filled the air. Then, in a flash, the beast was gone.












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He smoothed her hair and rubbed a thick tendril between his thumb and forefinger. “I am Gunnar.” He pronounced the name Goo-nar.
An emblem of the sun, surrounded by a circle, had been branded on the back of his powerful hand. Penny touched the scar while he held a length of her hair, recognizing Freyr’s sacred insignia from her textbooks. “The pain must have been excruciating.” Without thinking, she lifted the old wound to her mouth and laid kisses along its perimeter before pressing a kiss to the icon inside.
Tremors vibrated across her lips when they touched the ancient symbol and her body tingled with the contact. The brand grew warm and then hot against her mouth, though it did not burn. She ran her tongue over the thick scars to erase the heat, and then licked the center, finishing with a tiny swirl.
Gunnar’s gasp of surprise was the last thing she expected when she lifted her head. He released her hair and drew away.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. Have I offended you?” She’d always been popular with men, and comfortable around them, but her behavior with Gunnar was bold, even for her. She sat up. “Am I under some kind of spell?”
Gunnar shook his head. “I used my powers to heal you, but your free will remains intact.”
She searched his face for clues about what to do next, because desire shone behind the wary expression in his eyes. Something else shone there, too. Gratitude. Penny waited for Gunnar’s reply without letting go of his disfigured hand.
He said, “Kindness isn’t something I’m used to finding. Perhaps you’d be less inclined toward compassion if you knew what I’d done to deserve this brand of servitude.”
She reached out and draped an arm around his neck to bring him closer. Their gazes locked and held. Gunnar’s eyes were like pools of ice blue water that pulled her in and down.
Her breathing slowed while the sound of her heartbeat rushed blood through her ears. “I am Penelope. And if you’re from Alfheim, I know who and what you are. I just don’t understand why you’re here.” How could she deserve his rare, benevolent gifts? She was just an ordinary woman from an ordinary town, barely scraping by.
His warm breath grazed her cheek in shallow rushes, lifting goose bumps across her skin. His wide, firm mouth smelled of sweet ground parsley and fresh-picked mint. “Sometimes we get what we need, simply because we ask. That’s the beauty and power of the unexpected.”


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