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Blitz: A Prophecy Fulfilled by Andi O’Connor

A Prophecy Fulfilled
Andi O’Connor
(The Vaelinel Trilogy #3)
Publication date: December 9th 2018
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal

Regrouping after their escape from the Light Elves, Irewen and her companions fear the worst after black smoke plumes on the horizon. Allowing compassion to rule over reason, they ignore Finnwyn’s warning and return to Lilendvelle, hoping to help some of the survivors stranded in the city’s wake. Instead, they run into a trap.

Completely surrounded by an endless army of Drulaack, they fight for their lives, but their efforts aren’t enough. Irewen is captured and dragged into the heart of the Corrupter’s lair.

Having his prize, the others in the company are granted their freedom, but at a great cost: the one named in the prophecy who is meant to unite the elf forces and stand against the Corrupter is lost to the world – trapped beneath the Corrupter’s talons.

With the aid of his mother’s spirit, Brendell must now find a way to gather an alliance strong enough to march against the Corrupter and his army, but his time is running out. Each day that passes brings Irewen closer to death.

And the world closer to destruction.

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EXCERPT:

Slowly opening her eyes, Irewen braced herself for the fresh wave of pain she knew awaited her. Despite expecting it, nothing prepared her for the intensity of the agony ravaging her body.

She yearned to be back in the Spirit World where the misery of her injuries had been severely dampened. Trying to lift her head, she flinched and dropped it back to the cold stone. There was no going back. This was now her life. This was her normalcy.

Following part of Elthad’s advice, she found something to fixate her attention on, in this case, a small crack in the stone where the wall met the floor.

She studied the jagged line, imagining it into different shapes and scenarios. Time slowly passed, and her pain gradually lessened, but her situation remained just as dismal as ever.

Elthad’s gift needed to be used strategically. She couldn’t unleash the weapon unless the timing was perfect. Elthad wouldn’t respond. For the time being, she was trapped.

Irewen turned her thoughts to her last minutes with Elthad’s spirit. It all seemed so surreal. Although she’d witnessed it first-hand, she couldn’t quite believe that she had Elthad’s weapon in her possession.

She mentally rubbed the small lump now tucked safely behind her right ear. Half the size of her pinky fingernail, it now hid what her cousin had claimed would be the answer to her problems. It afforded her a certain sense of security, but at the same time, her peace of mind was an illusion.

This wasn’t a weapon in the traditional sense of the word. Unlike a dagger or bow she could wield with her hands, or a spell she could summon, it was an intangible theory based solely on trust. Trust that Elthad hadn’t been lying to her. Trust that his power would be released in time to save her life.

Trust that he would do anything at all.

Any promises she’d had of escaping from the Corrupter’s prison vanished. Blinded by her desire for freedom, she’d been a total fool. Elthad had given her hope. Nothing more.

The faint clicking of boots on stone pulled her from her musings. She stiffened as the slow, deliberate steps drew nearer. The hair along the back of her neck stood on end. A villainous aura emanated from the newcomer, permeating the already clammy air. The footsteps stopped, and she took advantage of the silence to study the crack in the wall with a newfound concentration.

A man cleared his throat.

The Corrupter.

She didn’t need to look at the person standing before her to know it was him.

“It’s nice to see that you’ve returned.”

Irewen’s body shuddered at the sound of his voice. Staring straight ahead, she fought off the sensation of thousands of bugs crawling over her skin.

“Welcome to your humble new home. It’s not much, but I’m certain you’ll be quite content here, given time.”

His words slithered about her like poison.

“After all, you have nowhere else to go, now that those in the Spirit World have rejected you. It’s such a shame that you can’t return to the welcoming bosom of the dead. Still, that means you’ll be able to spend more time with me. Doesn’t that excite you?”

Clenching her jaw, Irewen fought the urge to answer. Every part of her ached to tell the Corrupter what she thought he could do with his home and his time. Instead, she kept her mouth shut, replaying Elthad’s warning repeatedly in her mind.

“Don’t give him the fodder he desires. He wants you to react. He feeds off of seeing the effects his words have on others. He craves it. Remaining impassive and silent will be far more distressing for him than any insult you could spew. Never grab hold of his bait.”

“So,” the Corrupter continued after a time, his voice thick with amusement, “you’ve decided to answer me with silence. Never fear, there are many ways to make someone talk. I doubt you’ll survive the first treatment, but that won’t be of any loss to me. Silevethiel and that elf prince you’re so fond of will be the ones you’ll end up destroying. I look forward to it. You’ll have done a large part of my job for me. Those two have been a nuisance.”

No! Irewen mentally screamed at herself at the mention of Silevethiel and Laegon. Don’t react! Don’t bloody react!

Gritting her teeth, she stared at the crack more intently than ever before. It seemed to grow, slowly tripling in size until she swore it would reach out and suck her in to its depths. Eventually, her ire dissipated, and the huge fissure returned to its normal, puny size.

She focused on keeping her breaths slow and even, growing increasingly more thankful that she’d decided to swallow her pride and listen to Elthad. Without his insight, she wouldn’t have been able to recognize what the Corrupter was attempting to do. She would have fallen right into his trap, unraveling like he wanted.

A sudden chill filled the air. The Corrupter’s anger seeped into her being, and she smiled inwardly. It was working. Even in her pathetic condition and imprisoned in some god-forsaken cell, she had the upper hand. All she had to do was keep her focus and not give him what he craved.

“You have quite a stubbornness about you,” the Corrupter finally said, his voice thick with disdain. “You’re just like your father, but you will eventually crack. Your father did.”

Without waiting to see if she’d respond, the clicking of boots resounded about the stone walls as the Corrupter left her to muse over his words. She held her breath, waiting until the sound of the footsteps faded completely before trusting herself to let the air out of her lungs. She wanted to scream but couldn’t bring herself to make a sound. She had no way of knowing who or what would be nearby to hear.

Closing her eyes, she visualized the crack from the wall. Completely worn out, all of her muscles relaxed, and she felt as though she was melting into the floor. She had no idea how long she could keep up this charade, but she needed to until the Corrupter cracked.

The first tendrils of sleep began to take hold. Before she fell completely into unconsciousness, she wondered if she would survive his outburst when he finally exploded. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so terrible if she didn’t.


Author Bio:

Andi O’Connor is the award-winning author of The Dragonath Chronicles, The Vaelinel Trilogy, and The Legacy of Ilvania. The Speaker is the 2018 Independent Press Award Winner for Fantasy and a Finalist in the 11th Annual National Indie Excellence Awards. Andi’s novel, Awakening, is a 2018 Independent Press Award Distinguished Favorite for Fantasy. Her critically acclaimed novel, Silevethiel, is the 2015 Best Indie Book Award winner for Science Fiction/Fantasy and the 2015 New Apple Official Selection for Young Adult. Silevethiel was also named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best Books of 2013.

You can frequently find Andi as an exhibitor and guest panelist at Comic Cons throughout the country including the Rhode Island Comic Con, Awesome Con, Philcon, Conclave, and Chessiecon. For more information, visit Andi’s website at http://www.andioconnor.net

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Blitz: Shopping for a Baby’s First Christmas by Julia Kent

Shopping for a Baby’s First Christmas
Julia Kent
(Shopping, #15)
Publication date: December 6th 2018
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

My mother wants all her kids and grandkids to spend Christmas Eve at her house and wake up on Christmas morning together.

Sounds reasonable, right?

And it would be.

If it weren’t my mother.

My husband, Declan, is protesting any involvement, though he’s openly intrigued by the idea of claiming his territory by suggesting we have sex in my childhood bed.

And by ‘suggest,’ I mean make a series of really hot offers that make me whimper when I have to say no.

Wait – why am I saying no again?

Mom has turned her house into a Christmas showcase that makes Frankenmuth look like the picked-over clearance rack at Target on December 26. You know those crazy people on Etsy who make felted gnomes out of belly button lint and use … a certain kind of hair… to make thatched roofs on little decorative elf homes?

Those people are saner than my mother.

There is no force of nature stronger — and more emotionally volatile — than a fifty-something grandmother determined to create holiday memories.

Wait a minute. Maybe there is.

My husband.

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EXCERPT:

“Mmmmm,” I hear myself purring as I open my eyes in the big king-size bed at our Victorian B&B here in the Berkshires. A bed that I can stretch out in, because I smell coffee from afar and Dec isn’t between the sheets.

Neither is our seven-month-old daughter, Ellie.

I have the entire bed to myself. I might be married to a billionaire, but when you’re the mother of a clingy baby, this right here is true luxury.

A whiff of cinnamon accompanies that coffee and now I wonder if I’m dreaming. My naked body rolls against the high-thread-count Egyptian cotton and my legs are smooth. As I stretch, I realize my nipples are free. No one is touching me.

This must be a dream.

In real life, there would be a baby babbling “Da da da da da” in tones that either mean happiness, terror, hunger, or plain old pay-attention-to-me-now-because-I-am-the-center-of-the-universe, you-underling.

But not now.

In real life, there are always busy fingers exploring my ears and pulling my earrings and poking into my my mouth when I try to talk on the phone.

And in real life, little teeth bite down, hard, when my milk runs out.

So I must be dreaming, because as I open my eyes, a handsome, hot, endlessly naked man is smiling at me, hair tousled over his forehead as he holds two steaming mugs of coffee and says in a low, happy voice, “You’re up!”


Author Bio:

Gillian has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to read—the hotter the better!

When Gillian’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling with her husband.

Home is currently in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.

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Tour – Cleopatra VII

Cleopatra VII: Egypt’s Last Pharaoh
The Legendary Women of World History 9
by Laurel A. Rockefeller
Genre: Historical Fiction
The exciting true story of Egypt’s most famous queen!
Cleopatra Thea Philopator refused to do what she was told. In an age where
patriarchy denied full citizenship to even the most elite of Roman
women, Cleopatra ruled her Egypt determined to keep it independent
and free from Roman control — at any price necessary. Demonized as a
simple seductress by Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus (the future
Caesar Augustus) and his political allies, Cleopatra VII proved
herself the equal to three of the most powerful men of the Roman
world: Gaius Julius Caesar, Marcus Antonius, and Octavian Caesar.
Includes a detailed timeline, suggested reading list/bibliography, and a
special Easter egg for Doctor Who fans.
**Only .99 cents on Amazon!**
1 November 2018 professional
Born, raised, and educated in Lincoln, Nebraska USA Laurel A. Rockefeller
is author of over twenty books published and self-published since
August, 2012 and in languages ranging from Welsh to Spanish to
Chinese and everything in between. A dedicated scholar and
biographical historian, Ms. Rockefeller is passionate about education
and improving history literacy worldwide.
With her lyrical writing style, Laurel’s books are as beautiful
to read as they are informative.
In her spare time, Laurel enjoys spending time with her cockatiels,
attending living history activities, travelling to historic places in
both the United States and United Kingdom, and watching classic
motion pictures and classic television series.
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RELEASE REBOOT: Santa Daddy by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison

Santa Daddy

by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison

Now Available: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KW52FZQ/

or FREE on KU


I finished my beer and stood. “Crystal, listen. I know you don’t understand, and I know you don’t care, but this is really important to me. Would you please just consider letting in the possibility of change? Could you just open your heart up the tiniest bit to the magic of Christmas and see what happens?”

She said nothing.

Son of a Nutcracker.

It was a risky move, but I knew what I had to do. I had to leave her something to remember me by.

I snapped my fingers, and a tree appeared in the corner of the living room, covered in colored lights and adorned with brightly colored glass balls. The topper of course, was a jolly Santa, made to my likeness, with a red velvet suit, and real leather boots.

Her eyes widened then narrowed as she scowled at me.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” I snapped my fingers again, and a handful of wrapped presents appeared beneath it. “There’s gifts in those you know,” I whispered. “Technically, you’re not supposed to open them until Christmas, but you’re already on the naughty list, so I say go for it.”

Still nothing. My heart sank, and I realized I two weeks may not be enough time. This woman was practically dead inside when it came to Christmas. I snapped my fingers again, going for the full effect this time. Decorations covered every inch of her house now, and a fire roared to life in a fireplace underneath a mantle adorned with festive decor and brightly colored stockings.

Instead of looking charmed or excited, she stopped and scowled at me. “Will you please stop? It’s going to take me forever to undo this mess you’ve made.” She stomped her foot. “Stop it right now.”

“Not until you agree to let me come back tomorrow, and take you on a date. A Christmas date,” I elaborated. “It has to be a date doing something Christmasy.”

“Ugh, why would I do that?” she groaned. “I don’t even know you.”

I snapped my fingers again, and the house filled with the smells of Christmas as a tray of cookies, and candies, and even fruit cake appeared in the center of the table. Next to it were two huge glasses of fresh egg nog.

Her jaw worked back and forth as she took in the fragrant display of delectable treats. She was angry, I could tell, but also tempted. I couldn’t blame her. My mother’s cookies were pretty fabulous. Crystal stayed strong. I reached over and picked up a cookie in the shape of a tree, groaning loudly as I bit into it.

Chewing slowly and expectantly, I watched her for any sign of breaking but she gave none.

She was playing hardball. That was fine. I could play too.

I held my fingers up as if to snap them. “My next two moves are my head elf and a live reindeer. I’d think about giving in if I were you,” I warned.

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My most important job as Santa is to rid the world of non-believers of all ages. But first, I have to make one of them my wife.

Crystal spent her entire life avoiding Christmas, and I have only two weeks to convince her otherwise. She is stubborn, but I am determined.

She will learn the magic of Christmas either on Santa’s lap, or over it.

The fate of Christmas depends on it.

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Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days. I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Rayanna Jamison

Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.

In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.

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Tour – Head Over Feet in Love

Head Over Feet in Love
by Patti F. Smith
Genre: Chick-Lit, Romance
Rebecca Slater is running away from a stay in a mental health facility, a
writing career that never got off the ground, and a dying best
friend. She has nowhere to go, but nothing can stop her—until she
crashes her car into a tree, possibly on purpose, but probably not.
Without a cell phone and in a strange town, Becca starts knocking on
doors, looking for someone to help her. The only person who answers
her call is Mike Riley.
Becca and Mike begin a friendship that neither realizes they need. A
firebrand feminist devoted to all things Generation X, Becca shares
her unique life view with Mike and finds an ally in the reclusive and
shy man. Becca tells him her story and the pair falls in love slowly,
and then passionately, realizing that two lost souls have finally
found each other.
When Becca thinks Mike is dead, she impulsively runs away again, this time
to a place where she thinks no one will ever find her. She prepares
for a life without her true love, but committed to remaining mentally
healthy and strong, continuing her story that she now believes will
have an unhappy ending.
But will it?
Patti F. Smith is the author of two books: Images
of America–Downtown Ann Arbor
and A
History of the People’s Food Co-op Ann Arbor
(and
of the forthcoming
Forgotten Ann Arbor, which will be published in 2019).
She has written for CraftBeer.com, Concentrate, Mittenbrew, The Ann, AADL’s Pulp blog,
and the Ann Arbor Observer. A former legal aid lawyer and current special
education teacher, Patti serves as a commissioner for the Public Art
Commission and the Recreation Advisory Commission, as a storyteller
in the Ann Arbor Storytellers’ Guild, volunteers for the Ann Arbor
Film Festival and WCBN.
Patti lives in her favorite city on earth, Ann Arbor, with her husband Ken
Anderson and their pets. HEAD OVER FEET IN LOVE is her first novel.
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Blog Tour: Hellbound Lovers MC by Crimson Syn

 

Title: Hellbound Lovers MC
Series Set:  1-4 & 5-8 
Author: Crimson Syn 
Genre: MC Romance 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 
-The Exclusive Hellbound Lovers MC-
Where wicked deeds end in sinful pleasures.
The Hellbound Lovers are tough, ride hard, and love fiercely.
And when they set their heart on something,
There’s nothing stopping them from getting what they want.
Especially when that something involves top of the line curves
That make their engines rumble and purr like a smooth dream.
When these men fall, they fall hard,
And when impending danger threatens what they love most
They’ll do whatever it takes to protect it.
Duty and honor collide with wild passion in this sexy and dirty MC Romance.
Get Ready to Ride Hard!

 

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Author Crimson Syn was born and raised in New York City to two wonderfully witty and loving Colombian parents who have only shown their support for her throughout the years.
She started writing at the age of sixteen as an outlet for being bullied in high school. It’s probably the best thing she’s ever done in my life.


The first romance she ever read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride and since then she has been influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. Authors like Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy were her sweet introductions to erotic romance and have inspired her to this day.




So here she is, after reading so many wonderful stories and living out so many fantasies, she now has too many sinful tales of her own not to share. Her alphas are rough and possessive, and her wicked pen delves into any little niche of kinkiness that will fulfil your reading pleasure. Her heroines are independent, bright women with lots of sexy curves who know how to handle these naughty boys.



She had delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took her to new worlds and brought her new loves. So, she wants to do the same for you. She wants to indulge her readers in those steamy reads that will send you into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues without leaving the confines of your nice warm beds. If she is able to entice your inner goddesses, then she has done her job and she is satisfied.

Her Hellbound Lovers series is one of the proudest moments in her life. Wolf was her first published work and she has to say he’s opened so many amazing doors for her, and publishing him has taught her that if you set your mind to something you can accomplish anything.

 

She writes her characters and stories for you, her lovely readers, and she hopes she can take you away to those page turning, lip biting, bookmarking passionate tales.