At twenty two, Leland is excited about his foray into the adult world, as his father Franz Niva sends him on a low risk assignment to learn the family business of shipping. Along the way, his father’s right-hand man Carter Wayne keeps a close watch on Leland, and his own son Tommy, as the two friends work, and experience life together.
In the far, and exotic city of Tiquan, Leland and his friend Tommy Wayne take their liberty from the ship to explore the cobblestone streets bathed in the city’s yellow gas lamps. There, in an upscale hotel they find three very flirtatious ladies.
As Leland’s eyes meet Ella’s, the world falls hush, and two beating hearts echo with passions that will bring two warring houses together. But, there is little time to bask in spring’s young love, as a greedy and spiteful nation, Burkermuran, levels its bombs and war machine upon the ill-prepared citizens of Tiquan.
Ella, and her two friends find themselves at the mercy of vicious Burker agents, only to be rescued by Leland and Tommy. This sparks a fearful escape from the burning Tiquan, into the hinterlands of the continental interior.
Pursued from the sky and on the ground, the lovers find themselves in league with a rogue sky captain – more noted for his smuggling than his kindness. Those inexperienced youth will find themselves tested by their enemies, a mystical oracle, the desert and the Desert Ghosts that dwell there – and from the ashes of war, they will rise stronger and wiser than they ever imagined possible.
More About the Author
Lawrence BoarerPitchford is the author of such works as Thadius, The Lantern of Dern Blackhammer, Sawbones, In the World of Hyboria (Book 1 Grim Determination and Book 2 The Ties that Bind), as well as the cheeky novel Tales of Mad Cows and Brothels.
Lawrence works and lives in the Sacramento region of California.
The history of the world, past, present, and future, resides in the pages of a single book. It is handed to a new Keeper every thirty years. The book only reveals its contents, and remains constant for the chosen one, for anyone else, something changes if they touch it.
It’s been thirty years. Every available Custos, and able bodied member of White Diamond, have once again converged in New Orleans. The book is to be passed to a new Keeper on Mardi Gras Day.
Ashmael Nocte and his troupe come to make certain the exchange happens, to align the next guardian, and to keep them safe for the next thirty years. They had nearly failed before. They cannot repeat their mistakes.
The other group rallies to take the book and use it to change the world. They almost had it and the Keeper who could read it in 1890. In 1920 they botched every step and never had a chance. The book and the Keeper haven’t been seen since.
Book of Time is an Urban Fantasy Tale.
A lifelong lover of words and reading, Savannah Verte hasn’t quite figured out what she wants to write when she grows up. Born and raised in the upper Midwest, Savannah’s gypsy spirit and never quit attitude keep her busy and seldom idle. For so many reasons, Savannah considers herself a ‘Contemporary Vagabond’ when it comes to writing and hopes that others find her diverse offerings as enjoyable to read as they are to write.
Her first release in decades, Viva Zapata & the Magic 8-Ball began the journey August 1, 2015. Her short story, What they didn’t know, was featured in the January/February BTS magazine, and she co-authored a paranormal piece, Kingdoms Fall, which came out in early 2016. Her next two solo ventures, the first two books in The Custos series -Book of Time & Book of Change also released in 2016. After that, she’ll be working on her competition piece, Chasing Daylight for Cherry Adair’s Finish the Damn Book Challenge, she has an upcoming anthology work called Immortal Alchemy, and an untitled short story for a charity anthology that is a TBA release. There is a long list of titles to come after those are done too.
As the primary owner and driving force behind Eclectic Bard Books she considers herself immensely fortunate to see writing from varied perspectives as she endeavors to publish the authors rostered there. Working with other writers, Savannah gets to expand her horizons every day as someone brings a new idea to the table and the brainstorming begins. There is something addictive about the creative process for her and helping other authors embrace their dreams make hers a reality daily.
That’s the official Savannah, the unofficial version is just a girl who loves experiencing life with every twist and turn it takes. When she was born, she had such fine, light hair that her mother used to tape bows to her head so people would know she was a girl. She’s had a host of crazy unrelated jobs- everything from cake decorator, dry cleaner, and insurance agent to Emergency Room assistant, bartender, crime lab tech and bouncer. Savannah loves air hockey but completely sucks at it. She loves good jazz, good scotch, and antiques but also old rock, a quiet tea, and a tidy home. She’s completely technology impaired and can get it after she’s broken the computer or done it ass-backwards a few times… Thank Gods that there are some amazing meme creators that let her pilfer images or she’d be lost. Lime green is her color, the rhinoceros is her logo & philosophy, and she’s completely mad about seeing new authors try.
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Live each day as if it were your last. Worry only about yourself. Work hard and never, ever fall in love. That’s Olivia Buchanan’s motto and she stands by it every day.
Ares, book 1 in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot new paranormal romance series, Guardians of Hades, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release of Ares and Megan’s romance, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY and sharing sneak peeks of the book.
Enter the ARES international giveaway (ends December 11th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate by using the Rafflecopter form at her website, where you can also download a 4 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php
Here’s more about the book and the sexy Greek god hero and his heroine…
Ares (Guardians of Hades Series Book 1)
Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Fire, Ares was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai.
Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence. Caged by the manifestation of his power, held apart from those he loves by his own fire and starved of physical contact, Ares lives a cold existence driven by duty and the desire to return to his world.
Until his world collides with a daemon who steals his power and a mortal female who shatters the ice around his heart and awakens the true fire within him—a soul-stirring passion both dangerous and seductive.
Megan has wandered far from her home, driven from everyone she loves by the devastating realisation that she is different to them all. Unsure who to trust in the world, she keeps to herself, until a fateful stormy night brings a temptingly handsome warrior crashing into her life and into her heart—a warrior who seems to hold powers more frightening and marvellous than her own.
When the New York gate comes under threat, and Ares is put to the test, will he choose his duty and regain the power he needs in order to save his world or will he choose the desires of his heart and sacrifice his fire so he can be with the woman becoming his whole world?
ARES is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php
ARES – Excerpt
The world came back but it wasn’t the alley where the man had grabbed Megan. It was the balcony of an apartment. Had they somehow teleported? The Frenchman had disappeared in the blink of an eye too. It was incredible.
And a little terrifying.
Cold wind gusted against her back and light rain splattered on the shoulders of her black jumper, soaking into the already heavy wet wool. She looked over her shoulder at the dark city. New York. They hadn’t gone far then. The city swirled, shifting and distorting as her head spun, and she pressed her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes, waiting for the dizziness to pass. The man named Esher released her arm.
She cracked her eyes open, her heart thumping painfully against her breastbone as everything began to sink in. Her coat, bag and the gun had all been left behind. She was alone with three men, and the only one who had shown her an ounce of compassion was unconscious again.
What the heck had she gotten herself into?
Esher slung her protector’s free arm around his shoulders and helped the white-haired one move him past her. Her handsome warrior’s head hung forwards and his heavy black leather boots dragged on the tiled floor of the balcony.
She went to follow and then stopped when she noticed the black curling ribbons that trailed behind them, clinging to them in places. Her gaze dropped to her arms. Similar threads of darkness wrapped around the sleeves of her thick black jumper. They drifted downwards towards her hands and she hastily attacked them, sweeping them away, and kept brushing her arms long after the black smoke had gone. Her head twirled again and she froze, scared to move in case she passed out too. She couldn’t let that happen. God only knew what these men might do to her.
One of the men slid the glass door open and they disappeared into the apartment.
Megan inched forwards and peered through the glass. A bedroom. The two men set her protector down on a crimson covered double bed and Esher removed his tattered coat and then his black t-shirt.
She told her eyes not to drift away from her gorgeous saviour’s face but the sight of him topless was too tempting to resist. Every inch of him was honed, sinewy muscle, the sort that spoke of a physically intensive job rather than hours at the gym. Considering the way he had fought, she wasn’t shocked to find he had the body of a warrior to match his skills.
The white-haired man appeared in the doorway and she jumped and stumbled backwards into the balcony railing.
“Come with me.”
Megan didn’t like his commanding tone but she was several storeys above what looked to be Central Park, and there was no way of reaching the apartment door without passing through it, so she gathered every ounce of her courage and followed him inside.
Her gaze shifted to her protector and her steps slowed. Would he be alright? Esher laid him down on the bed. She stopped walking before she reached the next room, concern for her protector turning her around and drawing her towards him. He needed to heal and she could help him do just that.
Esher’s dark gaze slid to her and narrowed. His black eyebrows pinched tightly together and his fingers paused at his work. Something in his eyes warned not to come any closer to him or the man she wanted to heal.
“You would be wise to leave him.” The white-haired one’s voice came from behind her and she forced herself to face him, aware that he was right and she was in no position to do anything other than as he bid.
Both of these men were obviously powerful like her protector, and clearly just as dangerous, and she didn’t want to give them a reason to hurt her.
He leaned on the back of a deep crimson couch in a light coffee-coloured living room, his arms folded across his chest and pale eyes locked on her. His long black coat grazed the floor, buttoned over his chest but open further down. It split at his waist to reveal long legs clad in black jeans and polished leather shoes. A thick navy roll-neck jumper covered him up to his jaw, so the only skin visible was his face. The only other colour he had about him was the light blue lining of his coat.
It matched his eyes.
Megan’s gaze darted to the door directly opposite her, at the end of the channel between the wall on her right and the couch to her left. An exit. He stood and blocked her path to it. Her heart accelerated again and she slowly drew in a deep breath, hoping to calm it. She wasn’t sure what this man wanted with her, but he had eyes as cold as Antarctica and radiated the same dangerous vibe as the man who had protected her and the one called Esher.
Were they in some sort of gang?
A gang with super powers.
She glanced back at the one who had protected her. Esher had moved him onto his front on the bed and was covering him from the waist down with the wine red bedclothes. Was he going to be okay? Esher moved around the bed and stood between her and the man. Protecting him? She looked up into his blue eyes. They held hers, dark and challenging, daring her to attempt to pass him to reach the other man.
She only wanted to heal him, but both men seemed reluctant to let her near him right now, especially this one. She knew without a doubt that if she tried to go to him, he would stop her and he would use force to do it.
She looked back at the white-haired one.
They had appeared out of nowhere and looked as comfortable with that power as the man had with his incredible ability to make fire out of thin air. All her life, she had searched for people like her, always believing that she was alone in the world. Now, there were four others like her. It was both exciting and frightening, and she had a thousand questions she wanted to ask them, but right now there was something more important than getting answers.
And he was lying unconscious in the other room.
Megan dragged together what fragments remained of her courage, stepped further into the living room and came to stand against the dark cream wall opposite the white-haired man.
“What do you want with me?” she said, surprised by how calm she sounded.
The desire to heal the man shortened her temper and boosted her bravery too. The white-haired one clearly wanted to question her and the quicker he did so, the quicker she could set to work on the one they were now protecting.
He raked pale icy eyes over her.
Esher moved into the room and propped himself up against the narrow wall that divided the bedroom from another smaller room. He brushed his hand over the longer lengths of his dark hair again, preening it back to reveal the shorn sides. The action of raising his arm caused the open sides of his long black coat to fall away from his body and lifted the hem of his blue-grey shirt. He sighed, lowered his hand to his side, and alternated between staring at her with murder in his stormy eyes and looking back into the bedroom with ones awash with concern.
“Tell me what happened,” the white-haired one demanded and she straightened, refusing to let her fear show even as her blood rushed like a torrent through her ears and her heart trembled like a timid thing in her chest.
“I was walking home during the storm and took a shortcut.” She held his gaze, trying to play it cool.
Esher ruined her illusion of confidence by glancing back into the bedroom. Her eyes leaped to him. His held concern that quickly turned into darkness that unsettled her. The muscle in his jaw tensed and his hands curled into fists.
“He will be fine, Esher,” the white-haired one said. Esher’s head whipped around, causing the long top of his hair to fall down the right side of his face, his expression startled at first and then softening. He nodded, preened his hair again and resumed his glaring at her. She swallowed and looked back at the other one. He smiled but it held no warmth. “You were walking home?”
She realised something.
Neither of them sounded local. In fact, they didn’t sound as though they were from anywhere in North America, and neither had her protector. She couldn’t place their accents though. European? Like the other man had been?
She nodded and cleared her throat. “The power was out and there was a man ahead of me, so I took a shortcut down an alley. That’s where I met your friend. I thought he was going to attack me.”
“Why would you think that?” he said, darkness in his tone, as though she had offended him by thinking his friend had been out to hurt her.
“He had a gun and was coming towards me. What else was I meant to think?” she snapped and then reined her temper in when his eyes darkened a full shade and Esher pushed away from the wall.
The white-haired man held his gloved hand up. Esher moved back again and glanced towards the man on the bed and that sense of darkness returned, his eyes deepening in colour until they verged on black.
“Esher.” The other man stood and went to him. He reached a hand out towards his shoulder and then drew it back before touching him.
Esher slowly looked across at him and frowned, a touch of confusion crinkling his brow. His eyes lightened again. “Daimon?”
Was that the other man’s name?
Esher blinked and looked around the apartment, something about him making her feel that he had lost track of his surroundings. He seemed surprised. His deep blue eyes met Daimon’s icy ones and then flitted to the man on the bed.
“You know he is too stubborn to die. He will be okay… will you?” Daimon flexed his fingers in his black leather gloves, his hand hovering centimetres away from Esher’s shoulder, and Esher nodded.
That was a strange question to ask. Nothing had happened to Esher after all. He hadn’t been involved in the fight. She studied him while he was distracted and his gaze snapped to meet hers. Hers instantly hit the wooden floorboards.
“Keep going.” Daimon returned to his position opposite her, at the back of the deep red couch.
“The other man. I didn’t realise he was behind me and your friend ran past me. They fought. It was hard to make out what happened. The lights were out for most of it.” She paced two steps forwards so she could sneak a glance into the bedroom at the man. He lay with his face turned towards her and she stared at him, remembering how he had fought and the power he had used, and what had happened. “I watched them fight and then there were fireballs from both sides.”
“Both sides?” The confusion in Daimon’s voice shone in his pale eyes too.
Megan nodded and pointed to the man on the bed. “He unleashed them first and then the other man… he was French. I think. He touched him on his chest. It hurt him. He was in pain.”
Her hand shook and her eyebrows furrowed. She wanted to go to him and heal him, to take the pain away even though he was unconscious and couldn’t feel it now. He had sounded so pained as he had screamed at the storm and had looked to be in agony when he had collapsed after the man had released him. He had suffered but it hadn’t stopped him from protecting her, shielding her in his arms and bearing the brunt of the fireball the man had launched at her.
“And?” Daimon’s voice snapped her out of her memories and she looked at him. He wobbled in her vision and she blinked to clear away the tears that had risen into her eyes.
“The man let him go and suddenly he could use fireballs too. He was going to kill him.” She looked back at the man on the bed. “I did the only thing I could do to protect him. I shot the man… God, I shot him… I could have killed him. I shouldn’t have done that… I shot a man.”
It sank in cold and fast, stealing her strength and leaving her shaking. She had fired upon a person and she had done it with the intent of murdering him. She buried her fingers into her wet shoulder-length hair and dragged it out of her face, her hands trembling against her head.
“You shot a daemon and you should have killed him. The bastard should be put down for raising a hand against us.”
Megan lifted her chin and caught the look of sheer disgust on Esher’s face before he turned away and went into the bedroom.
She looked at Daimon. His pale gaze followed Esher and then slowly shifted back to her.
“Your friend said he needed to get his power back,” she said and Esher was in front of her before she could blink, black mist clinging to his long coat and curling over his grey scarf.
He grabbed her by the neck of her damp black jumper and shoved her against the wall so hard it shook and pain shot outwards from her shoulder.
“What did you say?” His breath washed over her, his face so close to hers that he was all she could focus on.
His eyes darkened but then brightened, a corona of blue shining around his pupils. His grip on her tightened and she couldn’t contain her gasp as he hauled her closer to him and a terrible darkness crossed his handsome face.
Wowzer! An action-packed sexy page-turner! Yummy warrior gods and sassy strong women! I couldn’t get enough of this book; taking place in the modern world Hades’ son fight to protect the world and the Underworld against daemons.
From the first page I was sucked right in. I highly recommend this paranormal romance. It’s definitely right up there with Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunters and Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld. Highly recommended!
ARES is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the links, a fantastic 4 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/guardians-of-hades-ares-paranormal-romance-book.php
Books in the Guardians of Hades paranormal romance series:
Book 2: Valen – Coming in 2017
About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, her best-selling Her Angel romance series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm romance series or any of her stand alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try her Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series. Or if you like hot-blooded alpha heroes who will let nothing stand in the way of them claiming their destined woman then try her Eternal Mates series. It’s packed with sexy heroes in a world populated by elves, vampires, fae, demons, shifters, and more. If sexy Greek gods with incredible powers battling to save our world and their home in the Underworld are more your thing, then be sure to step into the world of Guardians of Hades.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
Battle for Cymmera (Kingdom of Cymmera #3)
Release Date: November 22nd 2016
In solitude lies strength. In unity lies power.
With Chayce Maynard on the run and the Kingdom of Argonas under Cymmeran rule, Ryleigh and Jackson are finally able to work on rebuilding their own kingdom. Until Jackson receives a cryptic message. Chayce may have been spotted in Argonas. Jackson sends a team of Cymmeran guardsmen to search while he takes his Death Dealer team to the wilds of Argonas to seek out the informant. Having been found guilty of treason, Chayce must be found and executed in order to keep Cymmera safe.
Ryleigh remains in Cymmera to rule and to figure out what’s going on with her sister, Mia. The younger girl has taken to spending long hours in the library with the Cymmeran prophet, Elijah. When the kingdom comes under attack, Ryleigh is forced to flee to an uncharted realm with a small group of survivors—a realm Jackson has no knowledge of and no hope of finding. Alone, but for the few people she was able to save, Ryleigh must decide whether to try to reclaim Cymmera or claim the new realm as her own and remain there in an effort to keep her people safe, forsaking those she was forced to leave behind.
As she slid past her throne, Ryleigh’s sword caught on the arm, and she took a step back and untangled it. She’d never get used to wearing the stupid thing everywhere she went. If not for Jackson’s insistence, it’d probably be stuffed under her bed beside the baseball bat she kept hidden there.
She pulled open a drawer on the side table behind her throne and rifled through the papers she’d stuffed in there in search of her leather appointment book. If she couldn’t find answers, may as well get some work done. It was either that or dwell on Jackson’s mission and the terror it brought. She pressed a hand against her heaving stomach. No. She couldn’t think about that. She had more immediate problems she might actually be able to do something about.
Several meetings had to be scheduled, and without writing them down, she’d never keep track of where she was supposed to be. Especially with her mind so jumbled with images of Jackson going up against Chayce.
She snatched the book, shoved the drawers shut, and turned to leave.
Ryleigh’s vision blurred. The air shimmered in the center of the throne room, and her ears popped.
She ripped her sword from its sheath even as the portal opened.
A seven-foot-tall beast built of solid muscle tore through the portal. A triple headed flail swung from one massive hand.
About the Author
Dani-Lyn Alexander lives on Long Island with her husband, three kids and three dogs. She loves spending time with her family, at the beach, the playground, or just about anywhere. In her spare time, which is rare, she enjoys reading and shopping–especially in book stores. Some of her favorite things include; Bernese Mountain Dogs, musicals, bubble baths and soft blankets. She’s an incurable insomniac and has an addiction to chocolate.
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It’s been two years since the lion roared … the eagle flew … and the fated Celtic warrior embraced her destiny. Now, with an unknown darkness swirling and the body count rising, the world needs a hero more than ever. A new battle is brewing. Who will answer the call to war? The time has come. The stage is set. And the Garretts are back in a brand new novella. Descent; The Gryphon Series Resurrection, Coming in Spring 2016. It’s hard to keep a bad pirate down…
Have you ever wondered what’s in a mommy’s sippy cup? Maybe a refreshing jug of water infused with lemon, a protein shake packed with extra kale, or, just maybe, it’s the unassuming adult cocktail. Let’s face it, being a mom and wife isn’t always the fairytale we think its cracked up to be; instead of princess dresses and a waiting knight in shining armor, most mothers are judged as if its still 1950’s suburbia.
Being a woman is challenging, and women have not only become afraid to be honest with others, but with themselves.
Tales of a Mommy’s Sippy-Cup started as a blog that impressively offended residents of the author’s small town. The controversy wrapped snug around the honest matter-of-fact tenacity facing the functions of motherhood often ignored. Mary Haddock not only embraces the actuality of her motherly role, but the social pariah she had become amongst the superficial parents in her community. She went against the grain and wrote down her personal narrative for all to enjoy.
Equipped with a sippy-cup tip at the end of each tale, Haddock makes clear that fellow mama warriors are not alone in this insane universe called motherhood.
So grab your special sippy-cup with your choice of adult beverage, and let’s sit back and laugh at how moms try to keep it real. Cheers!
Mary E. Haddock is a wife, stay-at home-mother and blogger residing in New Jersey with her husband of twelve years and their four young boys. She is a certified teacher with a Master’s Degree from Rutgers University who founded and operated her own licensed Child-Care Center for five years before deciding to focus more on home life. After starting a candid blog chronicling the ‘uber’ and over-the-top events following her four travel sports’ sons and head-coach husband, a trajectory of small-town uproar followed the truth that she seamlessly portrayed with unsharpened ease. Haddock was thus inspired to continue on, narrating both personal and raw events that touched on women’s struggles as wives and mothers; hence, “Tales of a Mommy’s Sippy-Cup” series was born.
Coming soon in early 2017: “Tales of a Mommy’s Sippy-Cup: Tips for Moms on Stayin’ Sane.”
Top 10 Christmas movies:
-national lampoons Christmas
-one magic Christmas
-Scrooge with Albert Finney
-the Santa clause
-Mr. Krueger Christmas
-the juggler of Norte dame
-the grinch who stole Christmas
-the peanuts’ Christmas
-the muppets’ christmas