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(Starlight Gods #2)
Publication date: November 10th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
My name is Ryder Carter, future heir of Realm Five, Minato.
I was destined to do great things, to walk alongside my fellow star knights, as we desperately searched for the woman who would lead our galaxy to salvation.
My spirit and I had failed her once, unable to prevent the chain of events and challenges she’d faced for sixteen cycles. Then, we finally found her – alive.
Within two rotations, she’d blossomed into a beautiful rose – such delicate petals, filled with purity and life. My mission was to guide her home, to where she truly belonged, as our Princess and saviour from the approaching darkness. She was more than just our Princess; I loved her with all my heart.
But…I failed. My once perfect rose, damaged by my failures. Would she ever forgive me, her star knight who’d sworn to protect her? Will I ever get the chance to tell her how much she means to me…to us?
Only the Starlight gods can tell. Please…bring my Firefly home.
~In Stars We Trust~
Tainted Rose is Book Two in the new, paranormal reverse harem series.
Recommended for 18+ audience, containing mature sexual content and strong language.
“Fuck me, Ryder.”
I watched his pupils dilate, expanding quickly before constricting back to their normal size. I felt the hardness between his legs grow, as his breath caught in his throat.
The sound of my name as it left his lips was somewhere between a prayer and a curse. I never knew I could want something as badly as I had once wanted freedom, yet here I was, sitting in front of a man I loved.
He held me in his arms as he stood from the couch.
“Are you sure you want this? Once I start – I won’t be able to stop.”
There was no hesitation, no doubt in my soul. This was what I wanted.
Yumoyori Wilson is from Toronto, Ontario. She loves to sleep and write her days away. She works at night as a registered nurse. She has a little addiction to bubble tea and coffee but loves to workout. She has big plans for the writing world and can’t wait to share them with everyone.
Promise Me Always
Publication date: February 26th 2018
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Gabrielle Wells was everything Danny Anderson shouldn’t want. She was his opposite in every way, but he couldn’t keep his distance, and fate seemed to push them together at every turn. She consumed him, and the more he learned about her, the more he realized she was exactly what he didn’t know he needed. But then past mistakes forced him to walk away and never look back, breaking Gabrielle’s heart in the process.
Fast forward six years, and it seems as if fate is intervening again. Danny, now a best-selling rap artist, returns to his hometown, and is reunited with the only girl he’s ever loved.
Gabrielle isn’t the girl he left behind, though, and Danny realizes life has thrown her quite a few curves. But he will stop at nothing to get her back, refusing to let his true desires—love and family—continue to elude him. However, when Danny’s past crashes into his present, threatening everyone he loves and everything he’s fought for, he must decide if his promise to Gabrielle of “always” is worth the risk.
“Rap something for me.” I was almost begging, the urge to hear him perform his craft so strong I couldn’t fight it.
He laughed, a nice, low rumble, and the light expression brightened his face. “No, I’m not going to rap something for you.”
My heart stuttered, and warmth pulsed through me. I wanted to hear his laugh again. “Why not?”
“Why don’t you dance for me?”
I dropped my bag and set myself in fourth position, praying I didn’t twist an ankle on a pebble, before rolling up to balance on one foot while lifting the other to my knee. I spun around twice before landing into a lunge with my arms in third position.
“What was that?”
I leaned down to pick up my bag. “A pirouette.”
His mouth opened and his eyes widened before a stony expression fell into place. He turned and we continued walking.
“I’m waiting,” I pressed.
“Waiting for what?” “My rap.”
We stopped again, and he glanced at me before staring straight ahead over my shoulder, preparing the rhymes in his head as he nodded to a beat only he could hear. His voice was sharp as he snapped out the words, bending them in a way where I could almost hear the music that might have been playing along with it. He told me a story about a girl who was white-faced and straight-laced, and, like Dorothy, was totally out of place.
When he finished, I smiled. He’d been trying to offend me, but I found his lyrics funny. “That’s good.”
His gaze lingered, as he’d most likely expected me to get insulted and stomp off in a huff, but when I didn’t, he shrugged. “It’s the best I could do on short notice, considering the material I have to work with.”
My grin widened. “Are you saying I’m boring?”
“Not too many skeletons in your closet, I’m guessing.”
“And you do?”
“You have no idea,” he murmured.
“Why are you always doing that?”
I walked over and stood right in front of him. He was only a few inches taller than I was, but appeared as if he towered over me. “Make me scared of you, or try to make me believe you’re some evil person.”
“I’m trying to make it clear you shouldn’t trust me.”
“And why shouldn’t I trust you?” I crossed my arms.
“Because it would be better for you if you didn’t.”
“Isn’t that for me to decide?”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “If you weren’t so naïve.”
I threw up my arms. “Well, then help me to not be naïve. Help me learn what I need to survive here. Don’t just tell me I’m naïve and walk away.”
His gaze held mine before a beautiful smile broke out on his face, completely transforming it. “You’re a funny girl, Gabrielle.”
I was ready to lash out at his condescending comment, but stopped when he said my name. I’d been positive he hadn’t remembered it, me being nothing more than a small blip on his radar, and hearing his low voice say it caused goose bumps to break out over my skin and a shiver to roll through me. God help me, but there was something about this rude and impolite guy I liked.
“You should do that more often,” I said instead.
His eyes narrowed, the hardness returning to his face. “Do what?”
“Smile. It looks good on you. Thanks again for the escort.”
I stepped past him, but paused when he called out.
I turned my head and raised an inquisitive brow.
I smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Danny.”
Rhonda owes her love of reading to her mother who would read to her each night before bed and sometimes give into pleads for more than one chapter. These days, if Rhonda doesn’t have a book in her hands, it feels like something is missing. While romance is her true passion, Rhonda enjoys reading multiple genres.
Born in California, but transplanted to the Midwest, Rhonda is warm weather girl to the bone (even years later, winter and her are not on speaking terms) and loves nothing more than a balmy, summer evening. She also loves all animals–especially her silly French Bulldog, Keno.
Nowadays, she has so many characters and story ideas running around in her head that she can’t keep up with them. But one day, she’ll tell each one.
Riley’s War: Phase 1
by Kiersten Jackson
Genre: YA Sci-fi Fantasy
Release date: December 2017
The year’s 2027.
Humanity has split into two halves: First World, the floating plate above that covers ⅓ of the planet built with futuristic technology and home to 56 million First Class citizens, and Second World, the Original Earth below running to ruin from war, famine, and poverty.
Recruited by Second World from jail, Jukebox is taken to their Base, discovering files with dragons, mythical shape shifting snakes from China—even the ghost from his past. And when the dragons actually show up, threatening to destroy humanity within three days, it doesn’t make it any better. Not even the androids and cyborgs that are sent to kill him on an everyday basis. Maybe it’s because they’re looking for his dad that holds all the original secrets and truths behind their world’s destruction, like him.
And when a comet is learned to hit both worlds soon, Jukebox is faced with the decision of fighting for his race or himself when the meteor is established to contain a power that could grant mankind renewed life, or instantaneous death— his power. Both worlds are at a clash to get to him and the comet once learning Jukebox can stop it—on the price of dying, deeming this battle as Second War—Riley’s War. And Jukebox doesn’t even want to stop it.
RILEY’S WAR: PHASE 1 is a powerful explosive sci-fi YA fantasy and action/adventure complete at 38,600 words with undeniable series potential that would appeal to fans of diverse POC with LGBTQIA+ main characters and supporting cast.
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A tear fell from her eye. She looked down. Blood soaked through her tank from her stomach. She coughed it out, eyes widening as it dripped from the tip of a blade onto the floor. The twins’ eyes enlarged in horror. A blade stabbed her. I pulled it back.
Blood splattered across the ground.
I ripped my sword out of her.
Kiersten Jackson is an African-American author born in the United States, from Florida. She is very active in BLACKLIVESMATTER and LGBTQIA+. She currently likes to sleep, eat, and nap as long as she can. Her talents include drawing, writing, and being the Best at what she does. Greatest of All Time. Forever.
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C.M. Stunich & Tate James
Publication date: January 24th 2018
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Thriller
Ciarah O’Rourke was born into torture.
A human spirit reincarnated in the body of an ancient fae goddess, she’s spent the last five years in iron shackles, her mind poisoned with magic for secrets she doesn’t know.
Waking up in a dirty alley with no memory of her escape, Ciarah finds herself in the hands of The Wild Hunt Motorcycle Club–a ruthless and violent group of bikers with faerie blood in their veins.
Arlo. Reece. Killian.
Three men drenched in death, sin, and old magic.
From their clubhouse in the middle of the Louisiana bayou, they’ll offer Ciarah the keys to unlock her memories and control the veil between worlds. But even her knights can’t erase the twisted scars that remind her they aren’t the only ones who hunt.
When The Wild Hunt rides, the souls of the dead join their parade.
All that’s missing now is their queen.
My years of torment ended with a sharp gasp, my first breath of freedom tainted with the stench of rat shit and stale urine. That’s what woke me from seemingly endless torture, the urban stink of a city.
Of course, I couldn’t remember any of it.
As I blinked myself awake, my damaged mind pulled a curtain over the memories, a veil to shroud me from the pain. It wasn’t something I had the energy to fight—or that I’d even want to if I could.
I peeled my heavy lids apart, the motion like the scraping of sandpaper against eyes too used to absolute darkness. It had been a long time since I’d seen even the dim, depressing lighting of an alleyway. How long, I didn’t know. My memory was fractured glass, the pieces scattered and sharp.
I let out a small soundless scream when I came face-to-face with the wicked dark eyes of a rat. My back hit a dumpster as I scrambled frantically to get away from the small creature, my panicked gaze flicking around my new environment like a trapped animal. Tall brick walls rose up on either side of me, framing the navy velvet of a night sky.
Where the fuck am I?
It was dark, but streetlights and glowing neon signs lit the neighborhood outside of the alley I was crouched in. Shadows shrouded me, giving me a temporary feeling of security while I frantically searched my memory for where I was … or who I was.
My wrists and ankles ached and I could see thick bands of bruising and raw wounds around them, like I’d been held prisoner somewhere. Surely that would be the sort of thing that was impossible to forget? What the fuck had I done to deserve being held prisoner? It must’ve been something awful though, for me to feel this sick, this detached from my own body.
Hot iron, burning my flesh, scalding me, making me bleed.
I blinked and the random flash of memory was gone, tucked safely away from my fragile mind. It wouldn’t do to dish up the demons of my past just yet. Closing my eyes against a wave of fatigue, I sucked in shallow breaths of the stale air, the scent of garbage tainting my tongue, and put a hand to my side. There was a burning sensation there, like a blade buried between my ribs. It made bile rise in my throat as I fought to control the churning of my stomach.
It was hard to decide which was worse off: my body … or my mind.
Fractured memories from different times and places assaulted me in waves. A rowdy bar, a peaceful glade, the sun shining on the sea. But they were puzzle pieces with no reference, just bits of color and shape I had no clue what to do with.
Had I been in jail, punished for a crime? That would explain the marks on my wrists and ankles, wouldn’t it? But my clothes weren’t like any sort of prison uniform I’d ever seen, just a dirty, bloodstained cotton dress and no shoes. The clothing didn’t seem anywhere near appropriate for the weather; it was cold enough that I could see my breath misting in front of me, so I clearly hadn’t planned to be out here …
My quiet panic was abruptly intruded on by a heavy metal door clanging open just feet from where I was crouched. A young girl in a greasy waitress uniform stepped out and propped the door open with a stray brick before lighting up a cigarette.
Terrified, I remained frozen to the spot, both figuratively and literally, praying she wouldn’t see me. How on earth would I explain what I was doing out here? It was clearly the middle of winter and I was dressed in little more than a nightgown.
Oh yeah, and I had no memory of who I was let alone who it was I was running from.
“Hey, girl,” she said, spotting me, “what the hell are you doing lurking in this shit-filled alley?” The woman took a drag on her cigarette, blonde hair gathered back in a messy ponytail, stray strands curling wildly around her face.
She took a couple of steps closer to me, and I found myself preparing for a fight, awaiting the first blow with pursed lips and a defiant lift to my chin.
Tate James was born and raised in the Land of the Long White Cloud (New Zealand) but now lives in Australia with her husband, baby and furbaby.
She is a lover of books, red wine, cats and coffee and is not a morning person. She is a bit too sarcastic and swears too much for polite society and definitely tells too many dirty jokes.
C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn’t mind – especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.
She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she’s not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She’s the author of over thirty novels – romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There’s a heck of a lot to do there.
Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She’s already looking forward to it.
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(Dark Road #2)
Publication date: November 20th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
Hope springs eternal for everyone except Bella Kynaston. She survived the rape, but the aftermath is a whole other story. She struggles to figure out who she really is as more truths are revealed about her heritage. With no real anchor, sometimes ending it all seems like the only way out.
David has loved Bella for three years. Too bad he feels as if he no longer deserves a chance with her. Much to his surprise that’s exactly what he gets, but she’s far more damaged than he ever imagined. Still, he’ll do anything to help her even if it means losing himself in the process. Any transgression can be forgiven. Or so he thinks.
Will Bella find the peace she so desperately seeks if the pain permanently ended? Is there someone who can get to her in time? Or will the damage she’s suffered prove too much to bear?
David stalked back toward the school. If he was lucky, that jackass hadn’t left yet. Bella had stopped them from fighting before, but after the picture he’d had the displeasure of seeing, it was time he finished what he’d started.
And there was Jeremiah, coming down the walkway. David’s temper flared at the sight of him. The guy had no idea who he was messing with. He needed to understand he was playing with fire. David dropped his backpack and ran at Jeremiah, tackling him to the ground and getting in an elbow as he straddled him.
“Stay the hell away from my girlfriend.”
“Afraid she likes me better?” David’s elbow had busted Jeremiah’s lip and it was already swelling.
The image of that kiss surfaced in his mind, and David threw a punch at Jeremiah’s head, but he moved and David’s fist landed hard on the sidewalk. As Jeremiah scrambled to his feet, David dragged himself up, too, knuckles bleeding, and kneed Bella’s ex in the gut. Jeremiah grunted and threw a right hook which failed miserably as David lunged at him and they crashed to the ground again.
With a satisfying smack, David slapped Jeremiah in the face, busting the guy’s lip open even more. It should have been over, but Jeremiah answered back slamming the base of his palm in to David’s nose. David fell back as blood erupted from his nose. Rage flared in him as he watched Jeremiah jump to his feet. Who the hell was this guy? Jackie Chan? He had to get Jeremiah flat on his ass and quick, so David stepped forward ready to swing a punch.
A pair of hands caught his arm as someone else grabbed Jeremiah. The teachers had finally arrived to pull them apart.
Snorting, David bent over and blew the blood out of his nose. His side was sore too and he was sure to have a bruise blossoming along his ribs from when he took Jeremiah down. He glanced at Jeremiah’s equally bloody face with satisfaction. Well, at least he could claim the other guy had got it worse than he did, he had gotten in more hits.
“Do you two have anything to say for yourself?” Mr. Mattis, the gym teacher, asked.
“No.” He and Jeremiah answered simultaneously.
“Fine. To the principal’s office. Now.”
This hadn’t been David’s first fight this year—and, sadly, both had been about Bella. Why did he burn with so much fury when it came to situations where she was involved? David frowned. Not the kind of thing he wanted to consider about the girl he loved.
Krys Fenner has been infinitely passionate about writing and helping people for as long as she can remember. To date, she has published two books, numerous poems, and is now avidly working on a fantasy series. Krys received an Associate of Arts in Psychology and is currently working on her B.A.
To find out more about Krys Fenner and her upcoming book releases, visit her official website: http://www.krysfenner.co