
Title: Seeing Angels
Author: Harmony Lawson
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy
Publication Date: April 15th, 2019
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Camille Harper sees angels all around. They watch her. She is not sure why she was born with this ability but believes the knowledge will present itself in due time.
When she witnesses a confrontation between a beautiful angel and a dark winged creature, the strange event signals the end of her world.
Then she meets Jason and they enter an exciting but forbidden relationship. Her strange ability complicates things and puts her loved ones in danger. Camille wants a normal life, but changes lead to some apocalyptic event. Can Camille continue Seeing Angels without her life going to Hell?
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While she has endured many hardships in life, she believes she learns something new from her experiences. Life has its ups and downs, trials and tribulations, and Heaven and Hell. She believes the bad times are a test to prove a person's worth. Her books reflect on that concept. Writing also helps her heal from past traumas. In the meantime, she cares for her family, loves her pugs, and remains silly through all that life throws at her. Her goal is to be an introverted hobbit.
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Today's spotlight is on Alan Felyk. Scroll down to check out the interview with Mr. Alan and enter the giveaway. ~ Lynn
![]() Author: Alan Felyk Narrator: Noah Michael Levine Length: 8 hours 45 minutes Publisher: Alan Felyk⎮2018 Genre: Science Fiction, Humor Series: Infinity's Trinity, Book One Release date: Oct. 12, 2018
Extending the literary traditions of Kurt Vonnegut and Douglas Adams.... Paul Tomenko is no stranger to the improbable. He became a magazine sweepstakes winner and celebrated counterculture writer by age 19. Now, after reaching for a can of Chef Boy-ar-dee spaghetti and meatballs, he's traveling to and from God's library somewhere outside the Universe to prevent the end of eternity. Because of a DNA flaw, humanity no longer can ascend through the Planes of Existence after they die. They can't access memories from countless past lives in previous versions of the Universe or acquire new recollections. That means no one will have the needed expertise to replace God when He dies. And, to complicate matters, Paul must enlist the help of his two lovers - Maggie Mae Monahan and Allie Briarsworth - because of their unique abilities. But the trio discovers the preservation of forevermore can turn someone's soul inside out. Literally. The novel chronicles the life of an ordinary man under extraordinary circumstances. Paul is unwilling to accept a broken Afterlife that provides nothing more than eternal self-awareness. He is also reluctant to choose between Maggie Mae, a brilliant geneticist who has the uncanny ability to "connect the dots", and Allie, a novelist who inexplicably senses past and future events in the cosmos. The unexpected is to be expected from an unusual cast of supporting characters: Cher the Gatekeeper and Katharine Ross the Librarian, figments patterned after two celebrities for whom Paul has lusted; Gronk and Grita, two "resurrected" six-year-old neo-Neanderthals who are the most intelligent humans on Earth; Tsutomu Yamaguchi, an innovative bioengineer named after a Japanese man who survived nuclear bomb blasts in Hiroshima and Nagasaki; and Dr. Peter Lexington Townshend, the head of a genetics laboratory that already has prevented the Russians from stripping politicians in Washington, D.C., of all their memories. Be prepared for a book that examines our metaphysical questions with a mixture of mind-bending possibilities, laughter, and tears. Buy Links Buy on Amazon⎮Audible⎮iTunes ![]()
About the Author: Alan Felyk
The son of Ukrainian immigrants, Alan Felyk is a science fiction and humor author who has been involved in writing all his life. A University of Colorado graduate in news-editorial journalism, he has worked as a newspaper reporter/editor and a technical publications manager in the space industry. After retiring, he pursued his life-long dream of writing a book. In 2012, he published Damaged Right Out Of The Box, a sometimes hilarious, sometimes wistful memoir. Then, while trying to determine what he should write next, he started reading Kurt Vonnegut’s The Sirens of Titan. The comedic science fiction novel sparked inspiration, and Alan dusted off a short story about God that he had written in college. But the story started to expand in scope, and it became Damaged Beyond All Recognition, the first book in the Infinity’s Trinity series. Now, he’s working on the second book in the series—Damaged And No Longer Under Warranty. In addition to Vonnegut, Alan is a disciple of Rod Serling, Gene Roddenberry, and Philip K. Dick. He calls himself a “what-if” writer who loves to keep expanding the storyline until the last page. And, just as importantly, he wants to blend a fair share of laughter through his words. Alan is a sports fan, and he enjoys the mountains near his home in Lakewood, Colorado. He also loves music and has more than 27,000 songs on his iPod. Website⎮Twitter⎮Facebook⎮Pinterest ![]()
About the Narrator: Noah Michael Levine
Noah Michael Levine is an Audie Award-Winning audiobook narrator and producer living in beautiful Nyack, NY. His over 180 titles include almost every genre. While he loves his work completely – and collaborating with all kinds of different authors, he does not love writing about himself in the third person. Website⎮Twitter⎮Facebook⎮Instagram
AUTHOR INTERVIEW—ALAN FELYK
1. Were there any real-life inspirations behind your writing? My two main influences were television shows--The Twilight Zone and Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In. It was almost a decade between their premieres. So, between the ages of nine and seventeen, I wanted to write science fiction stories with twist endings. And, after that, I was drawn to writing humor. In 2016, I started reading Kurt Vonnegut’s The Sirens of Titan, and then it dawned on me—why not combine both genres as he did? And that was the spark for Damaged Beyond All Recognition. 2. Have any of your characters ever appeared in your dreams? Yes, and the dream changed my novel in ways I couldn’t imagine. The book started as a love story between two main characters, Paul Tomenko and Maggie Mae Monahan. At the point where the two are forced to separate, I developed a bridge character who would test Paul’s loyalty to and love for Maggie Mae. I named her Allie Briarsworth, and I figured she would be would only appear in about three chapters. But I had a dream soon after I started writing about Allie. In it, she stomped up to me while I was typing, and she peppered me with a bunch of profanities. She insisted on a more significant role in the book. I thought about what Allie said to me in the dream, and soon the novel became the story of a very unusual love triangle. 3. How do you manage to avoid burn-out? What do you do to maintain your enthusiasm for writing? I wrote a comprehensive outline of my novel before I started it. After I finished it, the book seemed as interesting as a college term paper. I then ran across a quote by famed author E.L. Doctorow that said, “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” So, I rewrote the novel’s ending, changed its beginning, and wondered what the journey between those two points would be. For me, writing each new chapter was like watching the next episode of Breaking Bad—I couldn’t wait to sit down to find out what was going to happen next. I was excited about writing each new scene. I never had a problem keeping my focus and motivation. 4. In your opinion, what are the pros and cons of writing a standalone novel vs. writing a series? Writing a standalone novel challenges the writer to start fresh with a blank computer screen. In the end, the author doesn’t need to compile a detailed list of material that needs to be transferred to the next book, e.g., character backstories, unique settings, plot continuations. However, the author will be back at square one with the next novel. Writing a series represents a jumpstart to novels that follow the first one. Much of what has been established can be carried forward. For example, the author has written enough dialogue for the existing characters that it will seem easier to continue writing it. I think it helps establish a groove that speeds the development of subsequent books. 5. Was a possible audiobook recording something you were conscious of while writing? Not really. I thought publishing the book in Kindle and paperback formats would be sufficient, and I didn’t think an audiobook would be something that I would do. But then I kept reading that audiobooks represented the fastest growing book format. So, I was more receptive to the idea about six months after Damaged Beyond All Recognition was published. 6. How did you select your narrator? Actually, my narrator picked me. Noah Michael Levine sent me a direct message on Twitter explaining he was interested in developing my novel into an audiobook. Of course, I looked up his resume on the web, and then I responded that I probably couldn’t afford someone with his credentials. We wound up discussing the project, and I realized this was something that needed to be done. Noah narrated a sample chapter, and I, in turn, sent it out to ten friends for their opinions. Nine of them said “hire him,” and the tenth said I needed to get someone who sounded like William Shatner. Hahaha. 7. What do you say to those who view listening to audiobooks as “cheating” or as inferior to “real reading”? Before my novel became an audiobook, I would have sided with those who viewed it as cheating. But then I listened to Damaged Beyond All Recognition and realized that Noah had provided extra depth to what I had written. Audible sent me Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid's Tale, and I listened to that as well. Suddenly, I was hooked because I realized that the reason I read fiction is for the story. And, with an audiobook, I would have added opportunities to listen to stories while I was doing mindless tasks. I may never “read” another book again. 8. How did you celebrate after finishing this novel? I remember finishing it at midnight one summer night and pouring myself a glass of wine to contemplate how I was going to introduce the world to it. I tell people that writing a bestseller is far easier than trying to convince the public that it deserves to be one. 9. What are some of your favorite things? As for food, mark me down for Mexican and Italian. In terms of music, I have 27,000 songs on my iPod, but the Moody Blues and their song “Tuesday Afternoon” are tops for me. I love science fiction books, especially those with a pinch of humor. So, anything written by Kurt Vonnegut rates at the top of my list. My favorite movie is Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, and, as mentioned earlier, I loved The Twilight Zone television series. I’m a big football fan—I love the Colorado Buffaloes and the Denver Broncos. In the summer, I’m a Colorado Rockies baseball fan. 10. What’s next for you? I’m working on a sequel to Damaged Beyond All Recognition. It’s entitled Damaged And No Longer Under Warranty, and it continues the story of Paul Tomenko, Maggie Mae Monahan, and Allie Briarsworth.
Titles: Redemption (Moonchild, #3)
Author: Kate L Mary
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Futuristic Steampunk
Publisher: Twisted Press
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Publication Date: Mary 16th, 2019
Blurb:
From an award-winning author and master of world building comes the thrilling third book in the Moonchild series, featuring a future fueled by greed and corruption, where airships rule the skies and coal mines have been turned into prisonsâ¦
Nearly a year after Asher Kimura swooped into Athens and saved Scarlett and her friends, the group has settled into a routine that almost feels like a real life. But when an altercation on the street turns deadly, theyâre forced to head out west to lay low until things have settled down.
After a lifetime in the polluted world the Luddites have created, Scarlett is looking forward to seeing the sun in all its splendor for the very first time. Too bad the heat, dust, and utter lawlessness of the west leave a lot to be desired. But sheâs determined to enjoy both her time with Asher and the break from the constant threat of living in Columbus.
It doesnât take long for the group to realize that corruption knows no borders. Drugs, slavery, and forced prostitution are only the tip of the iceberg when Asher comes face to face with the demons from his past, leaving Scarlett to wonder if heâll make it out in one piece.
With new characters and a fresh setting, the past meets the future in the exciting third book in the Moonchild series. Readers rave about the âcaptivating setting, riveting plot, and heart-pounding actionâ in the Moonchild series, calling it a âmuch needed breath of fresh air in the world of YA fantasy.â
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Author: Michelle Dare
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design
Publication Date: March 22nd, 2019
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Wake had lived in fear for far too long. Life hadnât been easy for him. Every day he resisted his natural instincts to claim the one female meant for him. An event from his past stopped him in his tracks every time his primal urges pushed him toward her.
Paige accepted the role she played in Wakeâs life. She was the one he wanted but never allowed himself to have. But when someone else showed interest in her, Wake had to decide once and for all.
Putting his heart on the line left the shifter vulnerable, something he never wanted to be again. And just when he gave in to his instincts, fate dealt the pair a cruel hand.
Nightmares came true, causing Paige to flee to the only place she felt safeâin the arms of Wake.
Pack life wasnât an easy life, but Paige wouldnât give up the man who held her heart. Only together could the two move forward and find the happiness they both deserved.
Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There arenât enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, sheâs a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
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Title: Easter Bride
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Sweet Romance, RomCom
Publication Date: March 21, 2019
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Blurb: Will meddling matchmakers make a perfect match?
Piper Peterson loves the small community of Holiday, Oregon. She resides there at a beautiful, old farm where sheâs surrounded by animals sheâs rescued. And she manages the feed store thatâs been in her family for more than a hundred years. Despite her contentment with life, her grandfatherâs plans to sell the store and farm leave her future up in the air. When a sly matchmaker works to set Grandpa up with the perfect woman, Piper jumps at the chance to lend a hand. But the last thing she expects is to fall in love while helping her grandpa find happiness.
Stuck at a crossroads in his life, Colton Ford canât decide which direction to head. Then an invitation to stay at his brotherâs ranch in Holiday provides an opportunity Colt canât pass up. He hopes time spent at the Flying B Ranch will help him clear his head and sort out his life. Before long, he finds himself entangled in a matchmaking plot involving his widowed aunt and a charismatic old gent. When he agrees to give the budding romance a nudge, he has no idea the manâs delightful granddaughter will capture his heart.
A heartwarming story filled with country charm, laughter, and hope, Easter Bride is sure to bring readers the joys of budding spring and sweet romance.
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Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isnât writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
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A noise drew his attention from studying the buildings to behind the barn. He walked around the corner and stopped as a womanâs voice shouted from what was clearly a pen for pigs.
âSimba! Iâve had about enough of this,â she scolded. âYou know better than to get into Moeâs pen.â
There were grunts and bleating sounds that had to come from a goat. Colt was far enough away, all he could see was a muddy pen with mud-colored shapes moving around inside.
He took a few steps toward the pen but stopped when a dog the size of a small pony trotted from behind a horse trailer and stared at him. Although mud-splattered, the dogâs coat was a rich shade of caramel brown. Heavy bones, thick muscles, and the biggest head heâd ever seen on a canine gave the animal a look of power. An undershot jaw, like a bulldog, and a furrowed brow couldnât hide the dogâs intelligence even if he had paws the size of bread plates.
Expressive blue eyes sized him up. Afraid to move lest the dog decided to attack, Colt stood absolutely still. When the canine wagged his tail and offered a friendly woof, Colt released the breath he hadnât even realized heâd been holding.
âOh, shoot,â he heard the woman say. Colt glanced over to see her head pop into view before she released a startled squeal followed by a loud splat as she disappeared again. The goat bleated and the pig joined in the chorus with a series of grunts.
He started toward the woman, the big dog beside him, but before he reached the pen, she stood upright and stepped over the fence. Covered in oozing mud from the top of her head to the tips of her boots, the woman carried what looked like a half-grown goat in her arms.
Carson had assured him Piper was a beauty, but he couldnât envision it with her wearing baggy, filthy coveralls and muck smeared all over her hair and face. At this point, he wasnât sure he wanted to find out more about a female who appeared unfazed by the fact she dripped a trail of oozing, rank mud as she strode toward him.
âHi, there! You must be Carsonâs brother. Iâm Piper.â
She walked right up to him and Colt had to battle the urge to wrinkle his nose at the smell of goat and pig that filled the air around her. Normally, that kind of stuff never bothered him, but the overpowering odor made his stomach churn. Maybe he was coming down with something.
âLet me put Simba back in his pen and then Iâll show you Charlie.â Without waiting for his response, she marched over to an enclosure that looked like a small fortress with a high fence running around it. A covered area at the back provided a place for the goat to get out of the weather. Despite the secure lodging, he had an idea Simba had mastered the art of escaping.
Dumbfounded by the woman who didnât seem at all disturbed by the fact sheâd literally been wallowing with a pig to capture a goat on the lam, he remained rooted to the ground, waiting for her to return.
![]() My rating: 4 of 5 stars I really enjoyed the relationship the main characters had. Love/hate at it's finest. And who wouldn't fall in love with Rosie! I just wish we would have gotten more on the drama at the end. Maybe there will be another book for this couple! View all my reviews
Title: Tempted by the Badge
Author: Deborah Fletcher Mello
Genre: Romance
Harlequin Imprint: Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: March 5th, 2019
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Blurb: Proving her innocenceâ¦at all costs. The exciting second book of the To Serve and Seduce miniseries.
Former Chicago cop Mingus Black is used to liars. So why does the PI believe a teacher who insists sheâs being framed? Joanna Barnes is totally convincingâ¦in more ways than one. The chemistry between Mingus and Joanna becomes perilously potent, but until he can find out who framed her for a heinous crime, everything they love hangs in the balance.
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Born and raised in Fairfield Country, Connecticut, Deborah maintains base camp in North Carolina but considers home to be wherever the moment moves her.
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Title: Boss
Author: Katy Evans
Genre: Romance
Publication Date: March 5th, 2019
Harlequin Imprint: Desire
Blurb: âWe play by my rules now.â âKit, the new boss
Who does Kit Walker think he is? The trust-fund heir waltzes in and wants to boss me around, but if I catch him misbehaving, his father will yank his inheritance. Stalemate, right? Not when our chemistry is irresistible! Ironically, we run the top dating app. Could this be my âperfect matchââ¦or the perfect scandal? âAlexandra, the one in charge
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Title: Anything for His Baby
Author: Michelle Major
Genre: Romance
Publication Date: March 1st, 2019
Harlequin Imprint: Special Edition
Blurb: Shep Bennett would do anything for his daughter⦠even fall in love!
Shep Bennettâs as smooth as they comeâ¦except when it comes to his new daughter. Paige Harper has the magic touch with the traumatized toddler, so she strikes a bargain. Sheâll care for Rosie, if Shep will let her run the inn he bought out from under her family. But will Paige be able to keep her heart out of the deal?
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![]() Title: Wrought Iron Roses By: Elizabeth Kirke Published by: Siren Press Release Date: March 21, 2019 Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs Edited by: Squid & Ink Genre: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Sisters Rachel, Angie, and Jo may have survived their first encounter with a curse, but hundreds more are lurking within their aunt’s antique shop. There’s just one problem: Peter, the apprentice, has no idea how to start teaching two untrained rune-casters and keep them safe at the same time. Naet It isn’t fair to Jo that she has no magic, but her sisters both do. She feels useless and left out. Worse yet, she knows that she’s a liability. She would leave… but, something in the shop is calling to her, reaching out … and she won’t leave until she finds it. Ail Every night, Angie’s dreams are haunted by a man who claims he was cursed, and she’s the only one who can save him. When she starts to get sick, Peter and her sisters are sure the cause is her mysterious dreams. How can they convince her that the person she’s determined to help could be the one killing her? Eles Rachel never expected to get a magic power and a boyfriend when she inherited the antique shop. Better yet, she’s actually good at curse-breaking. It seems as though she’s found exactly what she was meant to do. But, when a curse strikes two people she cares about, Rachel is faced with the harsh truth that she might only be able to save one. BUY HERERead Chapter 1Meet The AuthorElizabeth Kirke wanted to be an author before she even knew what an author was. She used to say that she wanted to be an artist, but that was only because she was too young to write and had to tell stories with pictures instead. She hasn't stopped writing since she learned how. It wasn't long before she dreamed of becoming an author and couldn't be happier now that that dream is a reality. If she isn't writing...well, let's be honest; if she isn't writing she's probably on Facebook thinking that she should start writing. But, if she isn't writing or on Facebook, she's probably doing something involving books, baking, gardening, or yarn. In an ideal world, she'd be reading and knitting while something from the garden is in the oven. Then again, in an ideal world, she'd have a flock of ducks and a couple of goats. Like most slightly-nosy, avid readers, Elizabeth can't resist trying to catch a peek at books she sees people reading when out in public to see if she can figure out what it is. While doing just that one day, she realized that it would probably be the coolest-thing-ever if she caught a complete stranger reading one of her books. That's her new dream. STALK THE AUTHORFacebook ~ Fan Club ~ Amazon~~~REVIEWS~~~
In Wrought Iron Roses, Elizabeth Kirke weaves mystery, magic, and suspense into a spine-tingling, paranormal romance.
In this installment we learn more about Ethan and Rachel's connection, get clues about Jo, and a bombshell is dropped in the girls when they find out there Aunt Lydia is not dead! Kirke is notorious for dropping clues in plain sight that excited readers miss; me included. Trust me. The clues are there! Kirke has delivered another fast paced, page turner in Wrought Iron Roses. ~Lynn 5 Stars
This was worth the wait!
Ethan and Angie, Rachael and Peter, Jo, and Allen. We learn so much more about everyone and meet Allen for the first time. Jo is still a mystery that I can't wait to figure out. There are some ideas in my head but we know nothing for sure. I want to learn more about Gus too! And the owl, aaaahhhh so many questions still. I can't wait for book 3. ~Crystal 5 Stars
Title: Irresistible
Author: Tara Vasser
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Dawn Til Dusk Designs
Models: Chase and Mandy Borst
Publisher: Winter Musings LLC
Publication Date: April 11, 2019
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Blurb: Buried as punishment for a crime he didnât commit, Endre has nothing but time to plot revenge on his betrayer. Salvation arrives when an archaeology student unwittingly exhumes his coffin and provides him with the first blood heâs tasted in nearly a century.
Upon awakening from an attack by a creature she never imagined actually existed, Nora discovers she is now his hostage. Forced to accompany Endre from Italy to Paris on a quest for vengeance, she is thrust into his dark and forbidden world where she finds herself inexplicably drawn to the Vampire. Lust runs rampant throughout the course of their journey and Nora begins to question if the irresistible connection between them is more than mere biology.
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PROLOGUE
1923 â Italy
Endre sat beneath the shadow of a massive cork tree in his garden, reading the newspaper as he watched the first rays of sunshine peek over the hills to the east. It was a pity he could not give his full attention to the beautiful view, his mind burdened with the troubling headlines. Folding the paper with a deep sigh, he pushed the paper and his thoughts of Mussoliniâs latest moves to overtake parliament to the side. Perhaps it was time to leave Italy and move on to greener pastures. There was an ominous scent in the wind, and it spoke of the death and destruction on the horizon.
Endre was no stranger to war and chaos, having been born a warrior. When conflicts arose in the world around him, his hands always itched to take up sword and shield. But of course, those days of ending wars with steel were over. Now, the weapons of choice were guns and bombs. There was no honor in that. No promises of glory or feasting in the halls of Valhalla when so little skill and preparation was involved.
Valhalla or no, the political climate of this region was no longer hospitable to his research. Secrecy was completely necessary, and the alliances Gregor had forged to provide Endre with supplies for his lab would not stand the threat this new breed of fascism posed. Glancing over at the horizon, he frowned. He had been out here long enough; it was time to retire for the day, and he would allow his dreams to conjure his next moves and put new plans into place when twilight fell. Endre picked up his paper and made his way toward the door when the noise of automobile tires crunching over the gravel drive and shouting stilled his movement.
âBack here! In the garden!â a voice hollered from the garden entrance.
A man dressed impeccably in a suit with a homburg gracing his head stood at the entrance of the sanctuary. Endre did not recall his name, he only knew the man as one of Lorenzoâs bodyguards. The man gestured wildly in Endreâs direction.
Several more of Lorenzoâs bodyguards filed in behind him, posturing menacingly.
Confused, Endre watched the men as they lined the perimeter of his garden, violating his last few moments before the sun crested over the hill. âWhat is this? Where is Lorenzo?â he scoffed, standing his ground when they surrounded him where he stood, preparing to fight if the need arose.
âI am here,â Lorenzoâs French-accented voice called leisurely from the garden entrance as he strolled forward and casually buttoned his suit jacket.
Sighing with relief, Endre relaxed at the sight of his friend.
Lorenzo sauntered into the garden lazily, stopping to inspect a blossom before meandering his way through his men to stand in front of Endre.
âAnd to what do I owe this honor?â Endre questioned suspiciously, watching Lorenzo carefully. It was much too close to dawn for them to be conducting business.
âEndre, you have been charged with murder,â Lorenzo recited in a bored voice, placing his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels.
Endreâs head jerked back as if he had been struck. Murder? He was being charged with murder? âAnd who is it exactly that I am supposed to have killed?â Endre demanded, outrage making his voice boom through the still morning air.
âCount La Rossa.â Lorenzo sighed sadly. âWhy did you do it, Endre?â
âYou cannot be serious.â Endre balked, sure this was some prank. âGregor is dead?â
The men surrounding him took a step closer, as if of one mind.
âI did not kill Gregor,â Endre protested, though he found himself falling back on his training from another life and crouched into a fighting stance.
Several more men joined the mob, men from Gregorâs guard, flanking Endre now with more than a dozen men. At most, he could take out half of them before they would bring him down, leaving another half dozen to beat him mercilessly and likely kill him in the processâmerely for resisting. Any defiance would be futile, but he would not go down without a fight, especially for a false charge.
Lorenzo shook his head sadly at Endreâs change in demeanor, as if his instincts of self-preservation condemned him of the crimes for which he was accused. Lorenzo raised his voice loud so all the men could hear him. âEndre, you are hereby charged with the murder of Count Gregor La Rossa. Your brothers here will serve as judge, jury, and executioners of your sentence. The traditional punishment for such a crime, as you are well aware, is burial. Your death by starvation will serve as justice by the old laws laid forth by The Council. Guards, seize him and prepare him for his punishment.â Then, turning back to Endre, he taunted, âI think we will bury you here in your beloved garden.â
Several of the guards pulled out pistols and made moves toward Endre.
Cowards, of course, they would not face him without firearms.
Endre lashed out, but he had only his fists. He managed to knock two of the guards to the ground before they had him pinned to the moldering leaves in the dirt.
Fists were no match for bullets.
Watching with one eyeâthe other caked in blood and dirtâthree men began digging his grave beneath the large tree and another two hauled a plain coffin through the garden gates.
At the sight of the coffin, Endre redoubled his struggled to break free. âLorenzo, this is nonsense. Gregor was my oldest friend and confidant. He was like a brother to me, just as you are. I would never harm him. What is the evidence against me? I demand a trial with The Council. It is my right,â he spoke around the dirt in his mouth.
Scowling down at him disapprovingly, Lorenzo approached slowly. He stooped and picked up Endreâs fallen fedora, brushing dirt from the fabric.
An entreating glance at Lorenzo earned Endre naught but a kick to the face. This man was no friend. Endre wondered if he had ever been. Blood from a gash above his eye poured down his face, but healed almost as quickly as it occurred, leaving dried blood caked to his eyelashes. Through crusted lashes, he watched as Lorenzo stood above him and removed his own hat, placing Endreâs atop his head instead.
Smiling, Lorenzo gave a nod of approval at Endreâs taste in menâs fashion and tossed his hat to one of the men standing guard, inciting a round of chuckles from his henchmen.
Fury boiled in Endreâs veins as his âfriendâ betrayed him and made light of the unlawful punishment he dealt. How could Lorenzo believe Endre capable of such a crime? It was unlike Lorenzo to dole out consequence without following proper protocol.
Unless Lorenzo had something to hide. Something he worried The Council would unearth if the matter were brought to trial.
Realization sunk like a stone in Endreâs gut as he put the pieces together.
When the guards finished digging the grave, the men casually tossed the coffin into the pit at Lorenzoâs gesture. The dull thud sent a chill through Endre. He continued to struggle against his captors, but with three of them now detaining him, he received nothing but a pistol whip to the head and kicks to his ribs.
With a nod from Lorenzo, the guards hauled Endre to his feet and dragged him toward the yawning opening of the coffin awaiting him. At the foot of the open box, two of the guards held his arms while one bound his hands in front of him with thick rope. Endre let out a shout when one man grabbed his hair and held his head back so he gazed directly into the lightening sky. From the corner of his eye, Endre watched Lorenzo pull a wicked-looking dagger from a sheath at his hip. The blade glinted with the light of the rising sun, a shining omen of Endreâs imminent demise.
âLorenzo, please,â Endre spoke to the man before him, the man he had considered a friend until this day, âIââ
Lorenzo only gave Endre a devious grin and prevented any more words from escaping his lips with a quick slash of his blade across Endreâs neck. Blood cascaded from his neck and he choked as it drained into his throat. Within seconds, the wound had already begun to heal itself, the blood flow stanched. Lorenzoâs blade dashed out again, performing the same motion across the nearly-healed laceration. Again, Endre choked and sputtered on his own warm blood and any words he wished to speak.
Light-headed from the blood loss, Endre fell to his knees. The guards holding him stepped back and left him with Lorenzo glowering down at him. Endreâs head lolled to the side and he was barely clinging to consciousness. All it took was a well-placed kick from Lorenzo and he fell backward into his new prison.
Several of the guards made a move to place the lid on the coffin, but Lorenzo stayed their movement with a wave of his hand. âLeave us. I want to speak to this murderous traitor alone before we leave him to the worms,â Lorenzo ordered, his eyes never leaving Endreâs fading ones.
Several murmurs went through the small crowd. That was not the way. Tradition and adherence to the old laws stated the sentence must be carried out before an amassing of the people, so all could witness what fate befell a murderer of his own kind.
âLeave us!â Lorenzo roared, turning to stare down each man in turn.
The guards filed from the garden, leaving Endre with Lorenzo and his bloody blade.
Lorenzo couched so his face was close to Endreâs.
Endre only wished enough blood had still flowed in his veins so he could reach out and relieve Lorenzo of the triumphant smile gracing his lips.
âEndre,â Lorenzo whispered with a sigh, âI warned you not to approach Gregor to back your research, and yet you did. Not only that, expressing wishes to distribute your cure at no cost?â Lorenzo tsked and shook his head. âHe would have done it, too. Threatened to expose me for lack of loyalty to our people. Unfortunately, he miscalculated. The man was too much of a philanthropist for his own good. He never did understand the power his money held. Such a waste. And here we are. Someone has to take the fall for Gregorâs death and justice must be served. It might as well be you. His blood is on your hands as much as mine, all because you could not follow simple directions. We could have profited from this together, you and I. I would kill you now if it would not upset the delicate sensibilities of our people. But alas, I cannot. Perhaps in a century or two, I will come check on you and finish the task when everyone has forgotten your existence.â
Endre glared up at Lorenzo, the lack of blood preventing his wounds from healing and allowing him to foil his new enemyâs plans.
âBut do not worry,â Lorenzo continued, brushing dirt from his trousers. âI will not let your research go to waste. I still have plans for the work you have done, but perhaps an adjustment here and there to suit my own needs.â
Endre only had the faintest inkling of what kind of dastardly plans Lorenzo was concocting, but the malicious smile gracing his lips was indication enough that it would not be good.
Rising to his feet, Lorenzo glanced down impassively at Endre once more. âYou should have listened to me, old friend. Now, you will have plenty of time to think on your cure and the error of your ways while you rot in your grave,â Lorenzo spat out with a maniacal laugh. Bending over, he slashed out with his blade one last time.
Endre felt the slightest trickle of blood ooze from the cut, so little of the liquid remained in his body.
At a shouted order from Lorenzo, the guards all marched back into the garden.
Endre attempted to alert them to Lorenzoâs treachery, but the only sound from his mangled throat was a pained moan. The lid of the coffin was lowered, blocking out the dazzling sunshine of the new morning, and hammers pounded out the finality of his death sentence. The last glimpse Endre had of Lorenzo was a mocking tip of the hat, his hat.
This box would not hold Endre forever, and when he rose, he intended to rain down retribution, and when he came for Lorenzo, it would be all-out war. The last thing he could hear between his own thoughts of revenge and each shovelful of dirt falling on the wooden box was Lorenzo whistling happily with the belief he had gotten away with his crimes.
Title: Unbound Spirits
Author: Christine Pope
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Christian Bentulan (Covers by Christian)
Editor: Katherine Tomlinson, Story Authority
Publisher: Dark Valentine Press
Publication Date: March 20th, 2019
Blurb:
Are they the huntersâ¦or hellâs hunted?
With the troubling aftermath of Project Demon Huntersâ first investigation still heavy on his mind, Michael Covenant awaits Audrey Barrettâs arrival in Tucson to film the second episode.
Except she never shows up.
Michael's sense of foreboding is confirmed when his psychic gift pinpoints the exact spot outside the airport terminal where her panic and terror have left an indelible impression. Someone has taken her against her will, and itâs anyoneâs guess where she is now.
Audrey canât believe her eyes. Her kidnapper is a demon wearing a dead manâs face â a demon furious that she and Michael closed the portal heâd been using as a direct connection to hellâ¦a demon whoâll stop at nothing to take his revenge.
Like a homing beacon, Audreyâs very soul reaches out for the man who broke her trust but still holds her heart â Michael, who fears that even if he reaches her in time, their fight with this particular demon has only just begunâ¦.
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They headed toward the space where Susan had left her Subaru. However, theyâd only gone a few yards when Michael stopped, his entire body going cold, as if heâd just been pushed into an unheated swimming pool.
âWhat is it?â Susan asked, pausing as she looked at him with some concern.
âI donât know,â he replied. His teeth wanted to chatter, and he clenched his jaw. âSomething dark. Something evil.â
âHere?â She looked around in bewilderment at the parking lot, at the rows of cars shimmering under the bright sun.
He could see that sun, but he couldnât feel its warmth. Even though he felt as if his legs couldnât move, they were so numb, he somehow managed to force himself to take a step forward, then another one. Slowly, the icy feeling dissipated until it was gone entirely.
Just to be sure, Michael began to retrace his steps. At once the cold surrounded him again, so tangible, it was like walking into a wall of ice. It seemed to emanate from a single parking space theyâd passed. He went to it, and experienced a sharp shock of horror and surprise, gone quickly but still somehow thrumming in his bones.
Those werenât his emotions, however. Somehow he knew he was experiencing what Audrey had experienced in this very spot less than an hour earlier.
âMichael?â
He turned and looked back at Susan, who stood at the edge of the parking space, her expression a study in confusion. Clearly, she couldnât feel anything, was only responding to his own reactions.
âI donât know where Audrey is,â he said slowly. âBut Iâm fairly certain sheâs in very grave danger.â
OMG, THE FEELS! Stevens packs a powerful story of betrayal, self discovery, and love in Roomies. A definite must read. ~ Lynn Shaw 5 Stars The night before my wedding, I ran. I needed a place to hide. A place to start over. A place to figure out how to move forward with my life. When my cousin Lena offered me a rent free apartment in Chicago, it seemed like the perfect solution. And it was until the legal tenant, a Marine named Josh, returned early from his deployment overseas. The little security I had shattered. I had no place left to go, and I couldn’t live with a man I didn’t know. But I had no choice. If he knew how badly I was damaged, he wouldn’t want me around. After all, that’s what he had told me over and over. Nobody would want me. Maybe sometimes you have to run away to find yourself. The night of my wedding, I ran, but I hadn’t ran far enough. |
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