Cover Reveal for Nacoma Knight by Ashley Nixon

I know you are all so excited to see this cover but first let’s get to know the Author, Ashley Nixon.

was born and raised in Oklahoma, where the wind really does sweep down
the plains, and horses and carriages aren’t used as much as she’d like.
She has a Bachelor’s in English Writing and a Master’s in Library
Science and Information Studies. When Ashley isn’t writing, she’s
traveling, working out, or pretending she’s Sherlock Holmes. Her
obsession with writing began after reading the Lord of the Rings in the
eighth grade. Since then, she’s loved everything Fantasy–resulting in
an unhealthy obsession with the ‘geek’ tab on Pinterest, where all
things awesome go.

Silby wants her mother alive again. She’d do anything to feel her
touch, hear her voice, and understand the strange circumstances
surrounding her death. So when the new kid, Thane Treadway, offers
outlandish answers, Anora listens.Thane believes
Anora’s mother had her soul stolen by the Cercatore di Anime, a race of
soul eaters. It isn’t until Thane starts forgetting things and having
random outbursts of anger that Anora begins to wonder if Thane has
personal experience with the Cercatore.Anora’s
search for answers leads her into the center of a mid-world battle
between good and evil—the soul and the soulless. Not only that, she is
the Eurydice, the only one of her kind who can enter and exit spirit.
Her gift makes her a target, and soon Anora finds herself faced with the
loss of her mother or the love of her life.

Can Anora see past her grief long enough to make a decision or will she lose everything?

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Seven Year Rule by Alaina Stanford – 12 Days of Summer Day 3

Let’s keep this summertime fun rolling.
Rules just don’t apply to some people… Whitney and Mason’s life was perfect. When Beth explained her Seven Year Theory. They scoffed at the idea of the seventh year of marriage being the make it or break it year for most couples. That theory didn’t apply to them. They were the perfect couple. Their brand new house overlooked a spacious lake. Their brand new cars were state of the art. Their careers were taking off at an accelerated rate. Their sex life was incredible. Their lives were perfect. When Whitney’s widower brother-in-law dies, leaving three small children in their care, their perfect lives are torn apart. Raising children was never part of the plan. Raising children requires sacrifice. Sacrifice they never intended to make. Sacrifice that could bring chaos to their perfect way of life. Sacrifice that could bring an end to their perfect marriage. Sacrifice, that if not done correctly could bring an end to a child’s life. Mason considered himself incredibly lucky to have a wife like Whitney. She was beautiful, sexy, smart, had a professional attitude toward life and she wasn’t interested in starting a family. When Whitney’s widower brother-in-law was killed leaving his three small children in Whitney and Mason’s charge, Mason is exposed to a new side of Whitney. A side he was not prepared for, a side he never thought he’d see.  Suddenly Mason’s world was filled with diapers and stains. His perfectly coiffed wife quickly transformed into an unkempt mother of three living in jeans and carrying a diaperbag as a purse. Mason’s needs were no longer being filled. His house was a noisy mess. There was a 6 year old boy looking to him for fatherly attention. But fatherhood requires a man to live for his children and not himself. Mason was not prepared to do that, but how could he walk away from Whitney in her hour of need?
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Author Bio
I have one of those
brains that won’t turn off at night. Many nights I would distract my intellect
by revamping a movie, book or TV show in my mind. I would twist and turn the
plots and characters to achieve the ending I preferred. That developed into
side stories about my favorite minor characters. Each night I fell asleep in
the middle of a grand adventure. It wasn’t long before I began to create
stories of my own and put pen to paper.
I love a good adventure. I love a good romance. As the
mother of seven children, I also learned to love to play video games. One day
it occurred to me to write an adventure that flowed like a video game and I
added a touch of romance. Thus, Hypnotic Journey was born. The HJ characters
are like a family to me. They are foolish, daring, resourceful, passionate and
dedicated to their friends.
My love for Science Fiction gave birth to the Treborel
Series. It’s a paranormal Sci-Fi romance featuring a psychotic villain and a
multiple layer
of hero’s fighting to survive the chaos.
I write about how friendship and love can carry you through
situations that you might not otherwise survive. You will find my stories
exciting and steamy, but I am not an erotic writer. My stories fade to dark
when the steam begins to rise, but take it from me, the steam does rise and
emotions do soar.
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Author top 10
1. A good exciting scifi/fantasy book
2. The Hobbit movies
3. A dozen roses on a special occasion
4. Drive-in theater- why oh why are they disappearing!
5. Anything pink
6. Kind people
7. Sitting on a beach with a good book
8. The mountains
9. My dog Jack- when he’s not barking

10. My family


Blake slid from Whitney’s lap. The four year old boy went to the rail to
gaze down at the football game in the yard below. Molly went to stand by his side, pulling
him back slightly from the wobbly rail. When the game was over, Josh and the
others brought the Zack, who was six and Jake, twelve back up to the deck.

about some ice cream?” Beth offered.

and Whitney went inside to make some ice cream cones. Amy held Ashley, who
cuddled up next to her large stomach and yawned. Blake walked over to Josh and
raised his hands. Josh lifted him up and sat down on the bench across from

tossed the football lightly to Jake and said, “Good game, Jake. We are still
the reigning champions.”

grinned and looked at Zack, “We didn’t beat you and Mason by much. Next time
it’s going to be a real face-off. Go long!”

beamed with pride and turned to run toward the far end of the deck. Jake threw
the ball high in the air. Amy rose to her feet as Zack neared the rail, her
eyes wide in horror. He wasn’t slowing his pace.

Stop!” Amy yelled.

the fear in Amy’s face, Mason spun and rushed toward Zack. Zack fell backward,
hard onto the rail. It collapsed from his weight. Mason grabbed on to Zack as
he fell. He pulled the boy to him, surrounding him with his body. They both flew
into the open air and down toward the cement around the pool.

Call 911!” Randy ordered, racing to follow Josh down the steps.

grabbed Blake and handed him to Molly saying, “Take him inside and get Whitney
and your mom! Jake, take Ashley! Stay here!”

landed on his back by the edge of the pool, with a sickening thud. He and Zack
rolled into the deep end of the pool. Josh and Randy dove in after them. Josh
grabbed Zack, who was struggling to reach the surface. Josh pulled Zack to him.
He placed Zack on the cement, at the edge of the pool. Then turned and dove
toward Randy, who was surfacing with an unconscious Mason.

was crying hysterically when Amy reached him. She knelt down beside him and
pulled him into her arms.

you hurt?” She asked breathlessly, searching him for any signs of trauma.

didn’t answer; instead, he clung to her, burying his face in her chest. Whitney
and Beth ran to their side. Beth scooped Zack up and handed him to Whitney,
then pulled Amy to her feet.  Whitney
kissed and hugged Zack, then checked him over quickly. Satisfied he was not
hurt she handed him to Beth and rushed to where Josh and Randy were pulling
Mason from the pool.

not breathing,” Randy said. He quickly laid Mason on his back.

listened to Mason’s chest and said, “His heart is beating.” Then blew two puffs
of air into Mason’s lungs, Mason didn’t respond.

knelt beside Mason. His head was covered in blood, “Mason, no, no, Mason,” She
whispered, tears streamed down her face.


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Conner by Irish Winters – 12 Days of Great Summer Reads – Day 2

“How many times can a man say he’s sorry? Connor Maher is about to find out. As if dogging the brutal Sonoran Cartel through sun-baked Utah isn’t tough enough, he’s come face to face with his worst nightmare. Diminutive ex-Marine spitfire Isabella Ramos has just three words to say to him: I. Hate. You. Like he hasn’t heard that before.   Why was he the one who got to live? Izza only accepted the Utah operation because he’d be there. It’s time Connor knew the truth, but how can she trust him with her life much less the secret she’s come to share? He’s nothing but grief personified in the guise of an blue-eyed, honorable man. Not until the cold-blooded SC dumps her and Connor in the farthest corner of the relentless Utah desert does she begin to realize…. There are worse things than death… ”

Irish Winters is an award-winning author who dabbles in poetry,
grandchildren, and rarely (as in extremely rarely) the kitchen. More prone to
be outdoors than in, she grew up the quintessential tomboy on a farm in rural Wisconsin,
spent her teenage years in the Pacific Northwest, but calls the Wasatch Mountains
of Northern Utah home. For now.
The wife of one handsome husband and mother of three perfect sons,
Irish divides her time between writing at home, and travelling the country with
her man while – writing. (Seriously, what else?)
She believes in making every day count for something, and follows the
wise admonition of her mother to, “Look out the window and see something!”
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Top 10 things I like:
the red, white, and blue
waving in a good stiff breeze,
the smell of new mown grass,
freshly fallen snow,
grilled shrimp,
babies laughing,
husbands and wives with their arms
around each other’s waist,
a man who knows how to cook for his
Washington D.C. any day of the year
Daniel O’Connell’s Irish Pub in
Alexandria, Virginia


Ramos stomped right back
under Connor’s chin, her eyes dark and deadly, full of the promise of
nothing but pain. Maybe death. “You think hitting another soldier’s ass is
funny, do you?”
“No, ma’am, I do not.”
Yeah, she radiated a certain amount
of radioactive hostility, and he was pretty sure he glowed already, but damn.
What a package. His nose filled with the lovely whiff of roses and incense. How
fitting. The sweetness of flowers mingled with the unmistakable hint of burning
ash. He’d been an alter boy. He ought to know.

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Dancing Naked in Dixie by Lauren Clark – 12 Great Days of Summer Reads Book Blitz Day 1


Let’s get Summer started with this great summer read!



Travel writer Julia Sullivan lives life in fast-forward. She jet sets to Europe and the Caribbean with barely a moment to blink or sleep. But too many mishaps and missed deadlines have Julia on the verge of being fired. With a stern warning, and unemployment looming, she’s offered one last chance to rescue her career. Julia embarks on an unlikely journey to the ‘Heart of Dixie’—Eufaula, Alabama—home to magnificent mansions, sweet tea, and the annual Pilgrimage. Julia arrives, soon charmed by the lovely city and her handsome host, but her stay is marred by a shocking discovery. Can Julia’s story save her career, Eufaula, and the annual Pilgrimage?


Lauren Clark is the award-winning author of Pie Girls (Aug ’14), Stardust Summer, Dancing Naked in Dixie, A Very Dixie Christmas (Merry & Bright), and Stay Tuned. In her former life, she worked as a news anchor for CBS affiliates in Upstate New York and Alabama. Lauren adores her family, yoga, her new Electra bike, and flavored coffee. She lives in Mobile, AL with her family.


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I keep my voice even. “What about Bali?” I had planned to leave for the South Pacific a week from Friday. “It’s on my calendar. It’s been on there…”
David shakes his head. “Not anymore.”
The words wound me like a thousand bee stings.
“Alabama,” David repeats.
I swallow, indignant. He’s plucked me off a plum assignment without a thought to my ability and my schedule. My new boss is sending me to who-knows-where, and he looks perfectly content. I narrow my eyes and fold my arms.
“Seriously David, you’re sending me on an assignment to…Alabama? Alabama?” I sputter, searching my brain for an appropriate retort. “I’d rather—I don’t know—dance naked for my next assignment than go to Alabama!”
The announcement comes out much louder than I intend and reverberates through the room. Dolores probably has her ear pressed to the door, but the phrase bounces off my boss like a cotton ball.
David smothers a chuckle. “Suit yourself.”
“It’s a done deal, isn’t it?” I finally manage, my voice low and uneven. The answer is obvious. The airline ticket and folder are within my grasp. I don’t move a centimeter toward them. For all I know, the inside of one of them is coated with Anthrax. For a brief moment, I picture myself, drawing one last ragged breath, on the floor of David’s brand-spanking-new office carpeting.
“It’s your choice.” David swipes at his glasses and settles them on his nose. “Deadline’s a week from today. That’s next Wednesday. Five o’clock. Take it or leave it.”

I stifle an outward cringe at his tone, and the way he’s spelling it out for me. Syllable by syllable, like I’m a toddler caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
Take it or leave it.
Not the assignment. My job.


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Silently Still By Julieanne Lynch Book Blitz

Julieanne Lynch is an author of
urban fantasy books for both adults and teens. Julieanne lives in
Northern Ireland, with her husband and five children, where she works on
novels full-time. Before becoming a writer, she considered a few
different career paths, a rock star being one of them. She studied
English Literature and Creative Writing at The Open University, and
considered journalism as a career path. However, she decided writing was
the way for her and is thankful for each day she lives her dream.

is entitled to making their own choices in life, but a decision can
make or break you. For Jacinta Kelly, hers came in the form of running
away from everything that reminded her of her roots.
in rural Ireland was hard enough, but living with her mother’s mental
illness and her obsession with her garden took its toll. One winter, the
world as she knows it changes. Jacinta becomes aware of her own
mortality, and how fragile her existence truly is.
Alone and frightened; to live or die, the choice is hers.
 The book deals with depression, grief and self-harm.

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Breached by John J. Hohn

We are bringing John back!!!! This is the sequel to Deadly Portfolio, which we took on a tour just about a month ago. But for those of you who don’t remember, here is the Author John Hohn!!!

I am a Midwesterner by birth. Yankton, South Dakota, is my hometown. I graduated from high school there in 1957. After four years earning degree in English at St. John’s University (MN), I became a teacher. My first wife, Elaine Finfrock, also of Yankton, and I had five children; four sons and a daughter. We divorced in 1977.In 1964, I joined The Travelers in Minneapolis, MN and began what turned out to be a 40 year career in the financial services industry. During the that time, in addition to The Travelers, I held positions with Blue Cross/Blue Shield of Minnesota, Wilson Learning Corporation, and Wachovia Bank and Trust. While at Wachovia, I served in many different positions, ending my tenure as a representative of the trust department services in the greater New York City area. I retired at the end of 2007 after 15 years as a Financial Advisor with Merrill Lynch serving over 300 clients in the Winston-Salem, NC area. 

In 1986, Melinda Folger McLeod and I were married and I gained a stepson, Matthew. Currently, we divide our time each year between our cabin New West Jefferson, NC and our cottage in Southport, NC near the Cape Fear River. I enjoy golf, music, and reading history. Since my retiring I have focused on my writing, an avocation throughout my life. In 2010, I completed my first novel, Deadly Portfolio: A Killing Hedge Funds and the sequel, Breached was published August 2014.

Sales Sites: Both books are available at local bookstores everywhere. They may not be in inventory but they both can be ordered from a reader’s favorite store.
Ebook versions are available in Kindle through Amazon and all eBook formats through Smashwords.
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Back cover blurb:
Following his critically acclaimed debut novel, Deadly Portfolio: A Killing
in Hedge Funds, author John J. Hohn offers Breached, a suspenseful,
fast-paced sequel.
The story is set in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina where Detective James Raker meets up with an old high school classmate.
Their reunion, however, is interrupted by murder. Gunned down is state dam inspector Norm Dennison who dies before he can prove to the homeowners around Lake Hannah that Vernon Brost, a developer, has launched an elaborate scheme to defraud them. The threat to Brost’s plans does not go away with Dennison’s death, however, as Dennison’s widow turns over the dead man’s files to Art Nichols, a Lake Hannah resident and a friend of the retired detective, James Raker. Thugs ransack Nichols’ home to recover the documents. Not finding them, they decide to break into Raker’s home where they are surprised by Raker’s girl friend, Diane Welborn. Welborn is knocked unconscious and the house is set ablaze. Together Nichols, a Viet Nam veteran, and Raker begin tracking down the intruders. Welborn is hospitalized in serious condition. While in a coma, she recalls her painful childhood, her unsuccessful fi rst marriage and her struggles to find fulfillment after her divorce. Raker’s concern for her injuries drives him in his pursuit of her attackers.
Breached is a fast-paced realistic literary mystery with a sharp focus on
character development.
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“Any priors?”
“He’s been picked up several times. Drunk and disorderly. Simple assault. Domestic stuff. He was charged with grand theft auto, but was acquitted. He’s clever. Nothing’s ever stuck.”
“What else did the search turn up?” Raker asked.
“A 308 with a high powered scope. He was in the army. Qualified for sniper training, but washed out.” The sheriff stood. “We can go back to the monitor room.”
Raker followed the sheriff around to the monitor. Two smaller wide-screen digital monitors were set up on a table with a recording machine. Interrogations were video recorded and water-marked so they could not be edited or changed. Raker sat down in front of one of the monitors.
Turcotte was sullen. The officer conducting the interrogation had asked several questions, but Turcotte either remained mute or responded he did not know. His attorney was present. When the sheriff entered the viewing room, he signaled the officer the proceedings were being observed. Then turning to Raker he said, “I told the deputy you’d be looking in when you arrived and you’d probably want to observe questioning related to the suspect’s work at the Southern World plant.” The two men took their seats in front of the monitors outside of the interrogation room.

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guilt-free Guidebook for Moms by Amy Price

Ready to learn how to  “Eliminate guilt and perfectionism, Identify the “Superwoman Burnout” cycle that keeps you trapped in monotony, Escape the “Compare Snare” to shine in your own light, and Finally and fully embrace the Joy cradled in your arms and in your heart.”
Then let’s get to know this book!!!


Written by a veteran mother of nine still up to her eyeballs in mud pies and mayhem, The

Guilt-Free Guidebook for Moms is sure to keep you tickled, tearing up and turning pages as you

learn how to break free of the chokehold of an endless To-Do list, so you can finally enjoy the

beauty that is all around you.

Author Bio

Amy Price loves to create, write, and dream in and around managing the chaos generated by

her amazing husband, their nine children and their lively homeschooling lifestyle. Amy

considers herself a “recovering addict” where babies are concerned. She just can’t get

enough. Her hobbies include preserving memories, quantum physics, designing wild and

delicious cakes, and death by pasta. Her kids and their friends consider her everything from

hilarious to crazy, and she just gets better with age.

From only child to “CEO” of a bustling household, one constant in Amy’s life has been her love

of writing. Team that with her natural draw to children and studying at the Institute for

Children’s Literature became a given. Amy and her family currently terrorize the Rocky

Mountains of Idaho, but she looks forward to sharing her message of Joy around the world.

With a wealth of ideas from self-helps to coaching programs, mysteries to fantasy novels, you

never know what Amy will come out with next, but it is sure to revolve around her continuous

message of love, family and joy.

“You are truly beautiful, inside and out. You are stronger and of more value than you can ever imagine! You are among the elite –– saved for this time, because of who you are, what you can do and what you do do and are willing to stand for––in your home, in your community and in your life. You are undeniably amazing. Don’t ever, ever doubt it. You chose to be a mother because you
have too much love within you to keep it inside. You can do. You can enjoy. You can be. You are amazing. Don’t ever forget it.”
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Kas by Karlie Lucas – Book Tour

Who would you trust if stumbled into another dimension? The voice you have been hearing your whole life or the new friends you meet? 
Most teenagers don’t have a voice talking in their heads, but
that’s pretty normal for Kas. It’s been there her whole life, giving her
directions, keeping her from harm. When the voice advises against the family
picnic in the mountains, she’s sure there’s a reason, but convincing her mom is
another matter. 

While in
the mountains, Kas accidentally stumbles on a gateway to another dimension.
Almost immediately, her life is in peril. From a disembodied man known only as
Milord and a hoard of hooded men who want her soul, she doesn’t know who to
trust in this strange place where dreams become reality. 

As Kas
learns more about who she is and how she came to the Waymeet of Worlds, it
becomes clear that someone is lying to her. But is it the voice she’s known her
whole life or the new friends she finds in Milord’s castle. Choosing the wrong
people to trust could cost her soul and prevent her from fulfilling her destiny.

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Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night. A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association. Karlie is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling. When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family. She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally.
Twitter @karliemlucas
Snippet 1
Late one afternoon, I was gathering up a handpicked bouquet of wild flowers. The grasses brush against my ankles as I walked towards the opening in the trees. It had become as much a comforting thing for me as anything growing up had been. I wasn’t paying attention to what was in front of me. My feet knew the path without me having to look. But this time around, there was something there.
I stopped short, a shadow meeting me halfway through the break. The flowers slipped from my limp fingers, landing on top of each other like pick-up sticks. It was strange to think of such an image, like it belonged to a fairy tale or some other story. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the path ahead of me, or, rather, the strange man who stood there.
This man was tall, five or so inches taller than me, and slender but well built. He had the kind of shoulders a girl could cry on. His light reddish hair moved in the breeze in an almost mesmerizing way. But it was his eyes that held my attention. They were deep eyes, green and perfect, with little flecks of dark amber. A girl could drown in those eyes.
He wore a tunic-like shirt over dark breeches, also green. He had a cap on his head with an emerald-green feather sticking out from the side, like a hatpin. He reminded me of the picture I’d seen back at the castle, the Robin Hood picture I noticed my first night there. The eyes were similar, but more alive.
The stranger looked just as surprised as I felt, staring with uncertainty in my direction. Then he swept a low but graceful bow, sweeping off his cap as he did so. The long feather stirred the grasses but didn’t fall out. The next moment, he was by my side, gathering my fallen flowers and handing them to me. An almost shy smile touched his lips. I took the flowers without thinking, unable to break my gaze from his face.
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I trudged along through the dim light of evening. My existence became lifting one foot in front of the other. I was so involved in this simple act that at first I didn’t see them, following behind me, but after several minutes, I could hear them. I looked back.
Their hooded faces stared after my progress. It was clear that they were intent on catching up to me. Their pace quickened and so did mine. I still remembered the hideousness of the faces. Or should I say lack of real faces? It didn’t matter. They had stared at me with such hate that night I dreamed of the horseman of fire that it still gave me chills.

I ran, stumbling over my waterlogged skirts. They kept pace, gliding after me in their dark robes.

The castle seemed so far away. I would never it make it. Their harsh laughter seemed to confirm my assessment. They would reach me first.

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fatal Obsession By Chritina OW – Book Tour

A man obsessed, a mysterious women with amnesia, and a murderer.
After a hot weekend with a mysterious woman, Damien Chan did not expect to get a frightened phone call from her, begging him to save–what? who? The call is cut before she says it. The next thing he knows, he’s become obsessed with finding her and saving her from the man that had led to their first meeting. But he never expected to find her in his cousin Dale Carson’s house… as his wife!
She finds out her nightmares are actually memories of her past life… the life of a murderer. Could she truly be the deranged Ellsa Jabari who’d almost added her own sister Ellie to the list of people she’s killed?
Amnesia can be a real bitch!
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Christina OW writes suspense, thrillers, erotica, interracial and multicultural romance books. She is the author of Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Regency Romance books and a poet of currently 3 titles. She loves reading novels that take her on a ride of wild emotions. Books have always been an escape for her, for a few hours she gets to live the lives of characters she grows to cherish and admire. She’s always had an active imagination and because of it has lived in her head more than she has been in the outside world. She always imagined scenarios and wondered how they would turn out in the end, and what kind of emotions they would invoke. Thus began her writing career.

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His lips spread in a beaming smile that reached his wide brown eyes. And yet again she was hit with a sense of familiarity. DJ eyes suddenly grew saucer wide and his smile was face splitting.
“Daddy!” he yelled, making her ears ring for a second. He wiggled vigorously in her arms, effectively slipping out of her hold. She’d barely lowered him to the ground when he pulled away and took off running behind her.
“DJ!” she yelled, turning to chase after him. She froze.
Tasha watched as DJ launched himself at a man and the stranger quickly caught him, coming out of his own stupor. She watched them speak, DJ so animatedly and the stranger cautious, with a ghost of a smile on his lips, though his eyes still held surprise. His eyes roamed DJ’s face questioningly and then it was like a light bulb went on in his head and he quickly turned to look at her. His eyes, his gaze on her made her gasp and she took a step back. God, she only wished she knew why, or remembered why! Even more, she wished she knew the revelation he’d just come upon because she sure as hell wanted to know what was going on. Why did she feel so hot under his gaze? Why didn’t she feel even the slightest twinge of fear as the stranger carried her son? And why did her son call him daddy? The stranger looked just as surprised as she did by DJ’s claim.
What was Tom keeping from her?
The moment the man took his first step to her, she suddenly felt the fear that was absent flood into her. She took several steps back until her back slammed into her SUV. The stranger stopped right in front of her and if it wasn’t for DJ he would have pressed up against her, she was sure of it.
“How’ve you been, Victoria Secret?” he asked with a breathy whisper.
“What?” she whizzed out. Why the hell did he make her feel so breathless and light-headed?
“It’s Daddy, Momma. Don’t worry, I already told him you don’t remember anything. You didn’t remember me until I reminded you, right Momma?”
Not looking away from the stranger’s swirly brown eyes she muttered, “Right, DJ.”
The stranger turned his head slightly toward her son, but he too never broke eye contact. “DJ, what’s that stand for?”
Little hands slapped onto his shadowed cheeks then forcefully turned his head. Tasha looked at DJ too.
“How do you not know that?” DJ accused. “It’s a nickname for Damien Junior or Damien James.”
Something flickered in the stranger’s eyes before he smiled broadly making Tasha’s heart stutter. That’s where she knew the smile came from. And those swirly browns… she’d been looking at him for five minutes and now was when it hit her. She looked between the two and her breath caught in her throat—dear God!
No, no! DJ truly wasn’t Tom’s son.
“Of course I didn’t forget—Damien James Chan.”
DJ’s proud grin matched the strangers, “Just like you.”
“Yeah, just like me, except for one thing. James is your grandpa’s name, your momma’s daddy.”
Those words rang in Tasha’s ears and she felt herself slide down the SUV, her vision filling with dark spots and finally, complete darkness.

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The Doom Of Undal by Katrina Sisowath

Anyone ready for a dark fantasy?
Genre; mythology/folktale (Quote from the publisher, “Sci-fi /fantasy/mythology/history. Think ancient aliens.”)
Synopsis; The Dragon Court has ruled uncontested for millenia,  bringing knowledge and prosperity to all. The Strongholds of Madayi Kavu, Tartaria, Magan and Shiimti have trained generations of royal children. Ningi has built a line of Ziggurats known as ‘the Band of Peace’ around Magan, protecting those within its borders.
Yet all is not as it seems—far to the West in the land of Undal, mightiest of the nations, the Royal Queen and her children are struck with a mysterious illness and perish. Whispers are that the Dragon Court is responsible, while those in the Temples claimed she had sequestered herself in her chambers, experimenting with dark magic.
A grieving son, trained as a Mulla Xul by Eris herself, swears vengeance. In his quest for truth he will become the greatest threat Tiamut has ever known.
Three Princesses of Magan, sisters by blood, hold the fate of the Dragon Court in their hands
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Katrina Sisowath ,(1979–) British-American, born in Frankfurt, Germany. Grew up in South-east Asia and Europe, now lives in England. Mother of 2.5 children (dog thinks he’s human), experienced in making brownies.

On a personal level, Katrina is an avid book reader and loves mythology, history, ancient civilizations and anything to do with occult ideologies and practices. Mages, Serpent Priestesses and the ‘real’ Gods, aka the ANNUNAKI(the prototypes for those we know today in the form of Greek, Roman, Indian and even the Biblical characters) are all addressed on her website, with descriptions of Dragons, consciousness altering drinks and powders and what the scarlet clad priestesses really got up to in their sacred chamber. She also is a guest writer on Ancient Origins, writing about the Serpent Cult, Mystery Schools and their politico-military branches

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“Forgive me,” he said tentatively, “I was here not too long ago, but don’t remember your voice. Were you the one who served me last time?” His hand brushed his hair off his forehead, bringing to her attention his lack of eyesight.
“No, I would have remembered you. You must mean Kinah.”
“Ahh, is she here? I had not enough coinage last time and I wished to repay her.”
“That sounds like something she would do.”
“I hope she was not in trouble?”
“No, she came in all a flustered a few days ago chattering about a coin she’d found under her door. Next thing you know a stranger pulled her aside and began asking questions. Well, the next day she came back and announced to us she was leaving.”
“Where was she going?”
“She didn’t say, only that she was so happy as she no longer had to worry about her brothers and sisters. They were all going to be fed and cared for. Between you and me,” the girl continued, lowering her voice, “I think she left for the Temple of Life in Magan.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I’ve seen some of the priests before—I recognised one who was in the caravan she and her family joined.”
“Then she has been rewarded for her generous heart. I wish her well.”
The girl’s expression showed what she thought of that pronouncement. Unaware the customer could see her, though barely, her face screwed up in an expression of distaste. “You might think that sir, but I’ve heard what they do at those temples, ceremonies with blood, worshipping snakes. My mother’s cousin’s wife was left a widow and accepted a place at the temple and she was never seen by our family again.”
“You don’t think your friend is in danger?”
“I don’t know, but even if she weren’t, giving blood in exchange for food and shelter just doesn’t seem fair.”
Cronous struggled not to laugh. There was no use explaining to the girl that blood was not part of the ceremonies and when it had been, her friend would have been quite safe, not possessing the lineage needed for the production of Supreme Nectar.

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