Enshrine Book Tour

Title: Enshrine

Series: An
Enshrine Series Novel

Author: Kay
Bennson

Genre: Fantasy
Romance

Pages: 361

Release Date: June 5th 2017

Purchase: Amazon

Book Description:

When Sage Wolfe is
accidentally mistaken for a peace offering, her world turns upside down. Dayton, the young, handsome, and insane King of Rosementh
whisks her away to his castle to be his bride with the promise that he can give
her the world and anything she desires. These offers becoming tainted as Dayton’s true colors show themselves; he is cruel and
violent and Sage vows to run away or die trying.

Just when Sage thinks she is
hitting rock bottom, a hooded stranger named Jonathan Kreider comes to the
castle. He doesn’t say much but his actions speak for themselves. Not only can
he wield a sword or shoot an arrow better than most of Dayton’s men, but he always seems to be a step behind Sage,
and though it should terrify her, for the first time Sage finds herself filling
with hope.

Sage is faced with a choice.
Should she run away from the wicked king who took her away from her family? Or
should she stay to learn more about the man who lurks in the shadows, the man
that makes her heart race and almost makes suffering Dayton’s wrath worthwhile? Sage is about to discover that
nothing is as it seems and everyone has secrets; Dayton, the man that calls himself Jonathan Kreider, and
even herself.

Excerpt:

Dayton’s men were standing next to their horses, loot
packed and ready. The walk to Dayton’s steed might have been less than twenty paces. Sage
convinced herself she could do it without breaking down. She could be strong if
she didn’t look anyone in the eye, but almost immediately she saw her mother,
and all Sage’s resolve vanished into thin air. The tears were instant, and she
pulled her hand away from her captor’s. “MOM!” Sage cried, and tried to race to
her mother’s arms. Several of Dayton’s men rushed to barricade themselves between Sage
and her family. The scene caused the Wolfe women, young and old, to sob. Other
villagers stood further behind and cried softly, the happiness of earlier
forgotten. “Let her say goodbye,” Dayton told his men, and they let Sage briefly reunite with
her mother and sisters. For a few moments, they all stood in a collective
embrace. “I’m so sorry,” Sage’s mother whispered. “I’m so so sorry, Sage. I’m a
fool. I’m a damn fool.” Sage wanted to agree with her but didn’t want what
could potentially be her final moments with her mother to be angry ones.
Instead she replied, “take good care of them, Mom.” Her mother nodded, and then
brought her oldest daughter even closer to her and hissed in her ear. “Someone
will come get you Sage, I promise.” Sage stared at her mother, seeing for just
a second the same knowing smile that had crossed her lips before Dayton arrived. “Who, Mother?” Sage urged in desperation.
“Who?” But before Tehila Wolfe could answer, Dayton called the farewell to an end, and his men pulled
her mother, Naomi, Nira, Eden, and little Ora away from Sage. Sage tried
desperately to call to her mother one last time, for any indication of who
would come to her aid, but it was too late. “It’s time,” Dayton said again. “Prolonging it will only make it worse.”
Crying softly, she let him guide her to his tall black horse. Once she had her
foot in the stirrup, Dayton helped her onto the saddle before he swung over
behind her. The closeness of his body made Sage’s skin crawl. Dayton’s men mounted their own horses and final
preparations were made. “Farewell Community, may you never forget this day. I
certainly won’t,” Dayton called. “Remember that Sage changed all of our lives
forever.” He spurred his horse and Sage’s body lurched forward as it took off
like a comet. Sage watched as her home whipped by her, as the buildings grew
distant. Just before the road bent, and Community vanished from sight, she saw
a man with olive skin and black hair standing by the edge of the road. He
seemed vaguely familiar somehow, though Sage was convinced she was so scared
she was no longer thinking logically. As they passed, she made eye contact with
him, his eyes were hazel. He looked at her solemnly before he took one of his
fists and placed it over his heart. Sage’s eyes widened as she tried to process
the gesture’s meaning, but when she looked over her shoulder, all she saw was
the bend in the trail. Community and the man were out of sight.

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About the Author:

Kay Bennson is from
Northwestern Connecticut where she lives with her husband. She doesn't remember
a time where she wasn't writing stories (in fact, some of her best ideas were
forged in high school classes and at part time jobs). When she isn't writing,
she is a competitive Irish Dancer. Enshrine is her first novel.

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No Greater Illusion by K. Baskett

Synopsis:

In the very near future, surging advancements in technology have afforded American citizens with a number of conveniences. Of these, most notable is the SmartTag, a microchip embedded under the skin between index finger and thumb, housing all manner of personal information such as bank account details, medical history, voter registration and more.

This tightly-woven tale follows the lives of several very different people – Tealia, a free-spirited and intelligent photographer battling with conflicting emotions for her ex-lover; Mercer & Viera Scott, a power couple barely holding on to their marriage as the priorities of success and parenthood slowly become skewed between them; impoverished single mother, Naria, content with her reliance on both her current lover and government assistance to make ends meet; and the Holton family, wealthy beyond measure, enjoying carefree days of privilege and luxury.

Their status quo, however, is about to be undermined as America reacts violently to the brutal assassination of a highly esteemed female presidential nominee on the evening of the debates. As the entire nation struggles to make sense of the ensuing chaos, fear and distrust ramp up to dizzying heights. The end result is a series of grave consequences that will drastically alter life as they know it, making them all wonder how much of their world is but an illusion.

A captivating story that is at once gripping and dark, this brilliantly painted picture of a dystopian America cautions against the power of technology and the folly of taking anything for granted. Haunting and lyrical, No Greater Illusion is an astounding debut novel with a powerful message that lingers long after the final page is read.

Excerpt:

THAT NIGHT, I BECAME an eye witness to murder. The cop who pulled the trigger might have claimed it was “self-defense” or “protection from an imminent threat,” but all I saw was a 90-pound woman brandishing a lug wrench that was almost too heavy for her to lift.

“Conspiracy!” she yelled at the top of her lungs and used all of her might to swing the weapon at a nearby car, shattering the driver’s side window.

“Stand down,” ordered the nearest police officer in a booming voice, as he and countless others surveyed the entire riot scene unfolding before us.

“Never. We want justice,” the lady screamed, successfully breaking out the rear passenger’s side window this time. The officer made a move toward the woman and she turned to him, struggling for purchase as she raised the lug wrench over her head. A crazed expression morphed her face into a vacant wasteland, so that she appeared to be gazing at and through the officer at the same time, eyes and mouth sloping downward, gaping. She looked to be coming straight from the office, dressed conservatively in a pencil skirt and high heels, which I noticed because they were so inappropriate. Skinny as the tool in her hands, she posed little to no physical threat and could have easily been subdued by some other method, so I was surprised when the police officer drew his gun.

“I’m warning you. Stand down,” the officer growled, his eyes two hard pebbles of flint, sparking as he aimed the gun squarely at the woman’s heart.

She moved with no forewarning and surprising quickness. Like a lioness, she pounced, and got close enough to the officer to be able to see the color of his eyes before he fired his weapon. It was nothing like in the movies. His gun made more of a popping sound rather than a loud bang. In all the noise it could have been mistaken for something else, like a car backfiring or a tire exploding. She collapsed instantly, freefalling, slamming to the pavement with so much force her body seemed to bounce once before landing in a final thud, facedown, her fist still clutching a tool used for changing flat tires. Her entire back was a mass of gore from the exit wound, blood so dark it looked black in the low light, soaking her smart silk blouse and pooling around her body in an ever expanding puddle.

Even in the midst of the mayhem, there seemed to be an almost pure silence that descended over the immediate circle of people surrounding the woman’s corpse. Their stillness attracted even more attention than the gunshot and the crowd around the fallen woman grew. The officer began to slowly back up, a look of dread on his face. He spoke into his shoulder radio, “Two-forty-eight requesting backup at Sixth and Watson. Code thirty. I repeat: I need units at Sixth and Watson, immediately.”

The officer’s call for backup shifted the crowd’s focus from the dead woman to him.

“He did it,” someone spoke clearly from the group. “The cop.”

The officer continued to step backward, gingerly almost.

Another yell came from my right. “Ol’ racist ass cop!”

The crowd closed in and began to slowly advance toward the officer. I stood on the perimeter, not sure if I wanted to get involved.

“Fall back,” the officer ordered, pointing his gun into the crowd now, aiming in the general direction from where the slur came.

Various shouts rang out in response, more people getting agitated now and too many of them yelling at once to clearly decipher any one phrase.

“I will not hesitate to discharge my weapon,” he warned.

We see that, I thought. Obviously he was ready to pull the trigger yet again.

The closer the crowd got, the more the officer seemed to be losing his aura of authority, his confidence getting smothered by fear, his eyes now showing uncertainty where before there was boldness. Not a soul had responded to his call for backup. The city’s police force was sorely understaffed and everyone knew that in this chaos there weren’t nearly enough officers to go around. The gun trembled slightly in his hand as he pointed it at the closest target, a young black man in his early twenties advancing to the front of the crowd. He was shirtless, wearing nothing above the waist but several large black tattoos, his athletic body coiled with intent.

“Crooked cops,” the young man stated passionately, as a matter of fact. “I fucking hate the police.” He glanced back at the others and raised his voice with that last statement.

They thundered their hearty agreement.

“So what we gonna do about this racist motha fucka?” the young man snarled, having assumed leadership of the crowd by their earlier assent.

“Don’t try me,” the officer shrieked. He made another useless call for backup, panicked and on edge. The crowd had backed him into a wall and like any cornered animal he was ready to attack.

“Grab him!” The suggestion came in the form of a growl.

The young man sprang forward, all that tension uncoiling from his chiseled muscles in a single smooth leap. With a wild look in his eye, the officer pulled the trigger. In his agitation, he actually missed the young leader and instead his bullet found someone else who screamed out in agony as their flesh was torn. This indiscriminate shooting incited the crowd even more, and in the time it took the cop to fire another shot into the group, he was completely buried under a pile of angry bodies, swarming around him like bees to the hive.

About the Author:

Jack of all trades, master of none - save for the art of procrastination - K. Baskett lives by the motto, ""Never do today what can be put off until tomorrow."" K. firmly believes that you aren't really interested in the author's hometown, spouse, children or pets, and has therefore decided to spare you the details. No Greater Illusion is the author's debut novel.

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Read-a-Long: How (Not) to Kiss a Toad (Cindy Eller Cupcakes #1) by Elizabeth A Reeves

Synopsis: Life isn't always sweet for magical baker, Cindy Eller. All her life she's been cursed-- every man she's ever kissed has turned into a toad. Love isn't likely to come her way.

If that weren't a big enough problem, her 'curse' has come to the attention of the Council of Magic and she may never be able to use her powers.

Enter the perfect man-- handsome, sweet, and loves food just as much as Cindy does. It would seem to be a match made in Heaven, or is it?

Cindy isn't the only one keeping secrets.

With toads, cupcakes, romance, magic and ice cream, life never has time to get dull!

(Excerpt #4) After demolishing another entire pint of ice cream under the baleful watch of my latest warty ward, I decided a long, hot shower was in order. I couldn’t believe I had actually let that thing near me. Was I really that desperate?

“No more men,” I chanted, starting the hot water blasting. “No more dates.

No more kissing. I’m done! No. More. Toads.”

I kept chanting my new mantra as I poured half a bottle of sugar-cookie scented shampoo into my hair and started sudsily scrubbing out my miserable night. Once I started in on my equally delicious-smelling conditioner I finally began to relax.

Images of fabulous desserts danced through my brain. Banana Peanut Butter Crème brulee, I day-dreamed, or maybe a nice summery orange-scented bread pudding. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait for my four A.M. alarm and a full day of I was one of those lucky few who truly loved my job. I knew that wasn’t always the case and couldn’t help but feel a little smug about it. Sugar High Bakery had been a job of desperation in my college days, begun with the advent of a ‘Help Wanted’ sign over a tray of late-night studying cookies. I’d figured ‘hey, I like food’ and applied. Very quickly after starting work there it had taken over my entire life. I had even dropped out of my pre-law program to take classes at a
pastry school to the horror of my entire over-achieving scholastic family.

I had found my true calling in being elbows-deep in flour and butter. My bosses, an adorable older-but-not-elderly couple, had given me free rein with creativity after only a year and one highly successful brownie that was still our
number one seller. As long as I kept up with their traditional offerings, to please the long-term customers, I could create what I desired.

I seemed to have pastry-scented dreams these days. Wherever I went dessert inspirations filled my head. Someday I was going to own my very own bakery and fill the displays with all of my own creations. Visions of handmade truffles spiked with chipotle and my special cinnamon honey caramel chews danced in my head. I could almost taste the scent of baking bread on the air.

With a sigh, I pulled my hair up into a wet ponytail and dragged on my work uniform, a t-shirt and what I called my ‘artistic’ jeans, with the random rips, doodles, and patchwork flowers that I had painstakingly, and clumsily, stitched on myself.

I knew better than to try to sleep when this mood struck me. I would end up lying in bed daydreaming about pastry, sugar, and butter until I got up and did something about it.

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Tour Schedule:

June 3rd- Paranormal Romance Fans for Life (Excerpt #1)
June 4th- My Seryniti (Excerpt #2)
June 5th- Deal Sharing Aunt (Excerpt #3)
June 6th- Gimme The Scoop Reviews (Excerpt #4)
June 7th- A_TiffyFit's Reading Corner (Excerpt #5)
June 10th- I am, Indeed (Excerpt #6)
June 11th- Simply Infatuated (Excerpt #7)
June 12th- Bea's Book Nook (Excerpt #8)
June 13th- Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews (Excerpt #9)
June 14th- Total Book Geek (Excerpt #10)

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Synopsis:

Alex has everything he wants. He loves the power that comes with his job, and fooling around with his boss provides the illicit kink he needs. He's in charge and trusts no one.

Will should've learned something from his disastrous past, but he's distanced himself from everyone who loved him, keeping the pain in protective custody. He has no use for entanglements.

Talia has a new man, safe and secure—and boring as hell. She won’t sleep with him until she knows she wants only him. But she can't forget, or forgive, the men who indulged her wildest fantasies and violated her trust.

They're happy apart... until Alex's case forces them back together, and Talia discovers she still craves both her former lovers. Can only one love her enough to satisfy her twisted desires and provide the stability she needs?

Sometimes, giving up control is the only way to keep it.

Excerpt: Rated R



He pulled my blouse aside and slipped his hand into my bra. The strap slid down my arm, exposing my breast as he fondled my nipple with his thumb. His gaze shifted toward the crowd on the sidewalk. "Take me to your hotel room."

"Why?" Damn it, why didn't I say no?

He smiled as if he'd anticipated that. "Would you rather fuck here? While we're being watched?"

My nipple pebbled in his palm.

"I think you like it. Too bad you didn't know about all the times Will watched us."

"Will is a pervert."

"We all have our kinks, babe. Yours is putting on a show."

"What's yours?"

He bent down and flicked his tongue across my nipple. Someone on the sidewalk swore.

Alex grabbed my ass and jerked my hips against his hard cock. "Fucking with your head."

"You can't. Not anymore. I know all your tricks."

"If you want an audience, we can go out on your balcony." He moved against me in slow circles.

My pussy throbbed, but I managed to argue with him. "How do you know my room has one?"

"I've been to that hotel."

"Preparing witnesses?"

"Something like that." He stepped back and held his hand out. "Come on."

I shook my head and pulled my blouse closed.

Then he moved in for the kill, placing his arms on either side of me, leaning in close, but not touching, his words hot in my ear. "I'll take you out in the open air, the warm sun, and strip you in broad daylight. Imagine that. You'll have to brace yourself on the railing while I eat your pussy. Probably have to drape one leg over my shoulder so I can lick everything... all those juicy pink bits. If your room is on the second floor, bystanders would have a great view. From the building across the street, from the sidewalk, or from right below. Someone could stand under us, look up and see everything. My tongue on your clit. Your juices streaming down your thighs."

Heat washed over me, trickling down between my breasts and pooling between my legs. I panted and tugged on his jacket, trying to force him against me, but he wouldn't move. "Tell me more."

"Everyone will hear you—and see you come. And then I'll turn you around and display your naked, flushed body to the whole damn city while I fuck you from behind. Hold on to that railing tight, Sweetheart. They'll watch my cock pound your pussy. Spread your legs so they can see."

Oh that's hot. My feet slid apart as far as my tight skirt allowed. His chest rose and fell slow and steady, teasing mine. I dug my fingers into his ass, but he still wouldn't touch me. My body ached for him, and he laughed while I groaned and pulled. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He moaned in my ear, his voice rough. "I'll grab your hair and make you stand straight up.

You'll wrap your arms around my neck and show off those sexy breasts. So fucking pretty... pretty when you're getting fucked. That's why we shared you."

Sharing me. Oh God. That triggered memories: two pairs of hands, two mouths, two cocks dividing my body between them. A single spark lit, sizzling down my spine like a fuse. Bastard is going to make me come—in public!

"That's it, slut. Show us how much you love it."

"Damn you."

About the Author:

I got hooked on trashy romance novels in junior high, but my mom took them away from me, But she couldn’t stop me from daydreaming. After I got married, I wrote some of my naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. I kept daydreaming and writing stories until my dirty stories turned into trashy books.

I live in Colorado, but I’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, morally ambiguous lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.

You can find me on Facebook, and on Twitter I’m known as Trashy Writer. I call myself a trashy writer because I want my readers to know that I enjoy mindless escapism as much as they do. I’m not out to win a Pulitzer Prize. (But I'm an award-winning finalist in erotica, USA Book News 2012.) I just want to help someone relax and get away from it all for a little while. I write romance, erotica and trash for fun and pleasure.

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Writers Workshop of Science Fiction and Fantasy

Title: Writers Workshop of Science Fiction and Fantasy
Editor: Michael Knost
Page Count: 210 pages
Genre: Speculative Fiction
Published: April 18th, 2013
Publisher: Seventh Star Press
Synopsis:

Writers Workshop of Science Fiction and Fantasy is a collection of essays and interviews by and with many of the movers-and-shakers in the industry. Each contributor covers the specific element of craft he or she excels in. Expect to find varying perspectives and viewpoints, which is why you many find differing opinions on any particular subject.

This is, after all, a collection of advice from professional storytellers. And no two writers have made it to the stage via the same journey-each has made his or her own path to success. And that's one of the strengths of this book. The reader is afforded the luxury of discovering various approaches and then is allowed to choose what works best for him or her.

Featuring essays and interviews with:
Neil Gaiman
Orson Scott Card
Ursula K. Le Guin
Alan Dean Foster
James Gunn
Tim Powers
Harry Turtledove
Larry Niven
Joe Haldeman
Kevin J. Anderson
Elizabeth Bear
Jay Lake
Nancy Kress
George Zebrowski
Pamela Sargent
Mike Resnick
Ellen Datlow
James Patrick Kelly
Jo Fletcher
Stanley Schmidt
Gordon Van Gelder
Lou Anders
Peter Crowther
Ann VanderMeer
John Joseph Adams
Nick Mamatas
Lucy A. Snyder
Alethea Kontis
Nisi Shawl
Jude-Marie Green
Nayad A. Monroe
G. Cameron Fuller
Jackie Gamber
Amanda DeBord
Max Miller
Jason Sizemore

This edition also includes several full page illustrations from award-winning artists Matthew Perry and Bonnie Wasson.

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About The Editor

Michael Knost is an award-winning author, editor, and columnist in the Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror and Supernatural Thriller genres.

He has written several books and dozens of short stories, edited a number of anthologies, including the Legends of the Mountain State series, and he currently writes a column for Shroud Magazine.

He recently won the Bram Stoker Award in the United Kingdom for his book Writers Workshop of Horror, a collection of articles and interviews on the craft of writing.

He is currently working on a Mothman novel due to hit bookshelves later this year.

Michael has worked in the radio, television, and newspaper industries, and currently lives in Chapmanville, West Virginia with his beautiful wife and daughter.

Seventh Star Press is a small press publisher located in Lexington, KY. SSP specializes in speculative fiction (fantasy, science fiction, and horror). The company was established in October of 2008.

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Book Tour - Dreams of the Queen by Jacqueline Patricks

Synopsis:

The alien culture of the brajj, to which Cass and her team are transported, is deftly revealed over time, not over-explained or tediously described. The interactions between humans and aliens are well handled. Plot twists at the end
are genuinely startling, and leave the reader anticipating the sequel. IndieReader

Aliens, zombies, romance and a wormhole all wrapped up in a mystery!

*Rated Mature 17+ for violence, language, sexual scenes, gore* Science Fiction/Romance/Adventure

(Serious sci-fi with a romance-this is not a fluffy bunny)

Haunted by dreams of an alien world and obsessed with unlocking the mystery, Dr. Cass Baros does the improbable. She creates a wormhole. While her team preps to traverse it, she becomes more suspicious of her fiancé and co-project leader, Dr. Julian Saunders. Is he really so jealous and secretive?

Her boss, Dr. Janson, also has an agenda, which includes adding an U.S. Army contingent to her scientific team. Captain Lewis seems intelligent, but an army grunt is still a grunt, right? As if this isn’t enough to make a normal woman paranoid—and Cass is anything but normal—her dreams have altered to include an alien man who thinks she’s their predestined queen and savior.

Once through the wormhole, they make first contact with the brajj, and Cass meets Jeamon, the man from her dreams. According to him, she must be taken to the brajj’s leader, Master. Cass is conflicted. She is drawn to Jeamon, but still engaged to Julian and rightfully uncertain, though she feels changes occurring within her.

Unable to return home and facing numerous dangers—external and internal—the team deals with this fascinating new world, including an altering Cass. How far is the team willing to go to discover answers? What is Cass willing to do if she is to be a savior? What will Jeamon choose when faced with split loyalties?

Forced to choose between their old lives and their new ones, Cass and Jeamon are plunged into an adventure beyond their control. One in which the rest of the team must struggle to survive along with them as they unravel the millennia old
secrets of the brajj’s world.

Passion and love, genius and madness, jealousy and danger enough to cause the death of worlds await them through the wormhole...

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About the Author:

I started writing fiction when I was 15, and like most aspiring writers, my work was terrible, immature, cliched drivel. But I kept at it, even went to college for my creative writing degree before I understood how useless such degrees tend to be for real world applications. I also got used to the typical reject letters. Eventually, I needed annoying things like food, clothing and rent, so I got a real job and ended up finishing my degree in paramedicine.

Since then, I've gained 19+ years of experience as a paramedic, and that's after joining the army which paid for my degree. Of course, becoming a medic and honing the skills takes a lot of energy, so my writing got derailed for many years but never forgotten.

Then a wonderful thing happened. I woke up one morning with the fire to write fiction again. Sure, I'd written plenty of medical reports. I'd been published online by writing medical articles and was paid to write for a crafts blog, but I hadn't felt the particular desire to write fiction in nearly a decade.

I was back.

I haven't stopped writing fiction since Oct 2010, and I don't plan on stopping. In the last two years, I've written over a million words and counting. As of Oct 2012, I've got a half a dozen stories in progress and can barely keep up with my muse. Everything from science fiction, fantasy, fiction, psychological thrillers, historical fiction/action, horror, mystery and romance. If you enjoy my writing, then you can expect the unexpected.

Here's to second chances.

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Guest Post/Giveaway - Fallen Ruler by Eleanor T Beaty

Book Description:

For sixteen years, Lya, has lived as a normal human, until her father, Walter, gets involved with the wrong people and puts Lya’s life at risk. During a visit to Miami, Lya’s older sister is kidnapped, and Lya and her father are subsequently taken hostage by Walter’s associates and forced to board a plane to India.

When the plane lands in Delhi, Lya is rescued by three monks and taken to a Monastery. There her reality is shattered, when she learns the true identity of her rescuers and, even more surprisingly, herself. Lya is now faced with the toughest decision of her life. Can she live up to her ethereal destiny and save her family?

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Ray – A planet I would love to live on – Eleanor T Beaty
Tsaen was the ruler of Ray, chosen by the Divine Spirit. She was the third daughter born to poor farmers from the northern province of Lakan. At two, she spoke like a fifty-year-old scholar. The council, chosen for their evolved
spirits, acted as the Rayan ruler’s right hand. They were his buffer, his ears and many times his mouth throughout the land. When Tsaen was brought to the Rayan council members, the ruler, Agrei, was nearing the end of his time and the council had begun its search for his successor. Rayan rulers were usually identified by the age of five. So, when Tsaen’s parents came asking for help, they saved the council a lot of time and trouble.

Ray is a learning planet. When I created it I had that in mind. On Ray three races coexist who complement each other. It’s a planet where internal growth is the most important objective. The power to change is all that matters. A spirit receives the opportunity to reincarnate in Ray due to merit achieved during their past life, where ever that was.

In Ray, it’s what you have inside that counts, therefore the physical characteristics of the Rayans are not one of beauty. They are exotic but not beautiful as per human criteria. They are bald, they have visible veins all over their body and they have goggle-like eyelids. There are three races of different skin color, blue- Mylleans, red- Oticians and gray- Calwens. The Mylleans are the original inhabitant of the planet and are the spiritual leaders, teachers and peacekeepers.

The other two races, the Calwens and Oticians, are transients. Whether they will stay depends on them. The color of their skin will vary in shades and the shade does have significance, but not like on earth. The skin color and tone indicates the path of life that spirit chose. They have a special birthmark - a strip of skin a quarter-inch wide, which runs down from beneath the ear to the base of the neck. This birthmark exposes the person’s true character. It’s an external proof of the internal content. The birthmark is a burden derived from their acts, the better the person the lighter that patch of skin. The birthmark will change according to the person’s attitudes.

I created Ray with what I wish we could have on earth, more transparency between people. When I see someone destroying other’s lives with lies and false promises I get angry and feel so small when nothing can be done to stop such people. The problem is most humans don’t want to change the system because they want to be that person, the one that builds an empire by destroying the gullible, the little guy with the big dream. I think it very hard to have faith in humans when you see what we are capable of doing to each other in the name of gain. Having money is good, but greed destroys everything in its path. I would move to Ray in second. I would, however, chose to be a Myllean, most likely a Lotvian warrior, but I know I’m not that evolved yet.

I am a strong believer in other planets. I can’t imagine such an immense universe with only us, imperfect beings, in it. Anyone who believes that doesn’t see what the human race is, babies still crawling. I believe there are others out there, much more advanced than we are. Some are good and some are bad.

I think we should wonder about why their presence has been reported so much more frequently lately. Is it because of all the wars going on? Perhaps they concerned we might self-destruct. Are they here to stop us from destroying our planet? If so that means the earth and its inhabitant play an important role in the balance of the universe, which unfortunately we don’t seem to take seriously. Our selfish acts might just impact the Universe. Farfetched?
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Fallen Ruler Excerpt

From above the hospital bed, with her body imbedded into the ceiling and veiled by shadows, a bald, blue-skinned girl watched, untouched by Carla’s plight. The blue girl’s dark, goggle-like eyelids reflected Carla’s image as she cursed those she felt were responsible for her predicament; not even God was spared.

The hospital nurses behind the desk across the hall continued doing their best to ignore the screaming woman. They believed the moment of birthing to be hours away and Carla’s angry words repulsed them. The blue girl had heard one of
the nurses say such a poisonous woman like that shouldn’t even have a womb, much less be allowed to give birth. They had no intention of being kind to Carla.

Carla’s belly tensed and stayed peaked. The blue girl’s lids split open to reveal concerned human-shaped purple eyes. It was time to bring Tsaen out. She pursed her lips and blew down towards Carla’s head.

Carla closed her eyes and became silent. Her fingers relaxed their vice-like grip on the bed sheet.

The blue girl surfaced from within the ceiling and dropped down. She pressed her index finger against her navel, and just before touching the floor, she took the human form of a young Buddhist monk.

The monk stood next to the bed with his palms over Carla’s belly button. A glow spread throughout the swollen mound.

Carla moaned, turned her head, then settled back down.

The monk slid his hands across the soft skin, until they came to rest between Carla’s legs, just in time to support a tiny body enveloped in a pouch of green mucous. He bent over the baby. His mouth was inches from the green pouch
when he sensed someone in the hall. He looked down and saw a shadow beneath the door, the nurse’s feet. They were small. It was the nurse called Sumana. The doorknob twisted. The monk realized Carla’s silence had caused concern. He placed the baby onto Carla’s stomach and slid towards the head of the bed. He touched his forehead to Carla’s and, using Carla’s voice, let out a loud scream, followed by a curse word. The shadow beneath the door grew small. The nurse had stepped back but she hadn’t left, nor had she released the doorknob. The monk screamed again.

Sumana seemed to hesitate. Her feet changed positions.

The monk waited.

Finally Sumana released the knob and retreated.

The monk pulled away from the sleeping Carla and went back to the baby. He lifted the baby from Carla’s belly and bit into the pouch, ripping off a piece of membrane with his teeth.

The loud sound of tearing disturbed Carla. She tried to open her eyes, but only managed a blink.

The monk swallowed the piece of membrane before ripping off another. A glistening head of thick black hair appeared. The monk continued until the baby was free. With a swipe of his hand, he severed the umbilical cord and carried the
baby to the changing table.

Eleanor T. Beaty is a Young Adult Paranormal author. A worldly person born in beautiful Brazil and spent much of her childhood in several places (Argentina, Switzerland, and the US to name a few). She holds a BA in English Literature
and is published in both Brazil and Turkey.

Eleanor loves spirituality and magic - both have allowed her to gain a strong grip on life and enjoy what it has to offer. She believes that everything has a reason and understanding those reasons help us deal with the difficult moments.
Eleanor currently enjoys life with her husband in Brazil.

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Book Tour/Giveaway - Southern Embrace by Tamaria Soana

Book Description:

Can a long lost love mend a grieving heart?

Widowed at twenty-three, Savannah Grant is devastated and consumed with grief, a grief that she can't seem to move past. When her high school sweetheart, Lance Peterson, re-enters her life, Savannah struggles with the feeling that she would be betraying her deceased husband by moving on. Plus, she can't forget the way Lance broke her heart all those years ago.

Lance never stopped loving Savannah. He wants a second chance, and he's willing to do anything it takes to convince her to give him one. Will she give in and let Lance love her, showing her a passion beyond anything she thought possible?

Content Warning: adult language, explicit sexual situations, anal play

Review: For the most part this was a really emotional story with two highschool sweethearts trying to make their way back to each other after a painful break-up. First off my heart went out to Van because her life seems to just be full of sadness with a father who is never around, a drunken mother who sleeps around, and a broken heart of being the one left behind. I don't see how she even made it out of bed everyday much less had any kind of life. Had it not been for her best friend she probably wouldn't have! Then she finds a perfect happiness with a wonderful man but just as her life seems to be looking up tragedy strikes and knocks her for a loop again. I had to just put the story aside for a bit at this point because I was like how much can this poor girl take? How much more could I take just reading it? It really put into perspective for me that just because a person may have more money and wealth it really doesn't buy them happiness at all.


Excerpt:

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon. Van grabbed her purse and headed out to the mall. Nikki's shower was the following weekend, and Nikki had been on her to get a new dress for days, threatening to drag her shopping kicking and
screaming if she didn't go herself.

Once at the mall, Van picked up some last minute gifts for Nikki. After trying on a few dresses, she found a knee-length, strapless coral dress. She purchased it and was off in search of a pair of shoes. When she found the perfect pair of coral and silver heels, Van concluded the trip to the mall a complete success.

Her cellphone rang as she was leaving the shoe store. She dug around in her bag to find it. With her head down and her steps brisk, she ran right into someone.

"I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz," she said as she looked up into the brown eyes of her first love. She gasped and took a step back, surveying him. His light brown hair was a little shorter and he was built like a man now, not the boy she used to know. She stood frozen in place, staring at him. This can't be happening. A tidal wave of emotions rushed through her at once. Anger, resentment, hatred, but mainly pain…so much pain.

"Van."

"Lance? Oh my God!" She took another step back. "How?"

"I-I talked to Nikki. She told me you would be here. I needed to see you. When I heard what happened…" He paused. "I knew I couldn't stay away any longer. I'm so sorry."

The more he talked, the more Van's anger flared. Who does he think he is? He left me! Turned his back on me when he cut all ties!

"What exactly are you sorry for, Lance? That my husband died or that you broke my heart all those years ago?" The words she spoke were full of acid. "You have a lot of nerve just showing up here like nothing ever happened. Go away." She
turned to leave.

"Please, Van, just talk to me. Give me a chance to explain," he begged as he reached for her hand.

"Don't you dare touch me," she said through gritted teeth, yanking her hand away. "What do you want from me?" She stared at him while plotting all the ways she was going to torture Nikki for her betrayal.

She seethed as he looked around. "Calm down, Van. People are starting to stare. Please, can we go somewhere more private and talk? There is so much I need to tell you."

"What could you possibly have to say to me that would make up for what you did? I mean, I know you had to move, but you cut all ties with me. Like the three years we spent together meant nothing to you, like I meant nothing to you. Damn you, Lance, you didn't even try to make it work."

"Please, Savannah. Give me a chance to explain."

"Give me one reason why I should."

"Because I still love you. I. Never. Stopped. I cut all ties with you because I had to. Long distance relationships never work out. I was afraid you would wake up one day and resent me. Being apart from you was killing me. I thought this way we would both be able to move on. But I was wrong, I never was able to move on. I let the love I have for you consume me. I wanted to come back sooner, but then I heard you'd gotten married. When I found out what had happened, I
wanted to rush here and be by your side, but I figured you would need some time."

His words shocked and confused her. After she took a few moments to process everything, she shook her head. "I can't do this." She turned and walked away, then stopped. "Go back to wherever it was you came from and leave me alone."

"I won't give up on you. I won't stop trying, and I most definitely won't ever leave you again."

"Just go away, Lance. You're good at that," she snarled before she walked away. She didn't dare turn around because looking at him as he begged her to give him a chance to explain would certainly weaken her. Van needed to focus on how
she was going to kill her so-called best friend.

*****About the Author:*****
Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to.
In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.

She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights.

Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Marketing and hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice.

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Review/Blog Tour - Flyover by Desiree Holt

Book Description:

Enroute to their 1Night Stand dates, Chelsea Haller and Alec Ramsey are stranded in the airport during an unexpected snowstorm.

It doesn’t take long to discover they’re each other’s one-night stand. Lucky for them, they’re drawn together by sizzling electricity and soon forget the icy snow. As the heat between them nearly melts the sheets in Alec’s hotel room, their night of erotic adventure surpasses anything they expected from a 1Night Stand.

Review: Predictable but still an exciting one night stand! I've always felt one night stands were scary even if on a double date because you never know what to expect from your date but to have a one night stand where sex was the main purpose! Like WOW I totally not in a million years would have the guts to try that! On the other hand though if your gonna live on the wild side may as well go whole hog! LOL


Excerpt:

He walked up behind her and hesitated a moment before resting his hands on her shoulders. When she didn’t try to shrug him off or move away, he knew she felt the same attraction he did. Was he moving too fast? Hell, sex was the main item on the night’s agenda, anyway. They both knew it. If she shut him down he’d be no worse off than before. But she didn’t. When he brushed aside her thick mane of hair and skimmed his lips over the soft skin of her neck, a shiver ran through her. A silent acceptance of his touch. God, she smelled so good, like flowers and the ocean and sin. He licked her skin lightly then nibbled on the lobe of one ear. She pressed back against him and he turned her to face him, studying her for a moment then brushed his mouth over hers. Her lips were lush and full and tempting, with the feel of soft velvet. Tracing the seam of them with the tip of his tongue, he urged her to open for him and thrust inside her.
Jesus!

Her mouth was hot and liquid, her tongue dancing like a live wire. He moved his hands up and down her back, feeling the heat of her through the fabric of the dress. She gripped his biceps with her fingers and when she pressed her lower
body against his, every nerve in his body fired. He wanted to go slow, take it easy. Give her the chance to get used to him. They’d barely gotten to know each other. But his body and brain were engaged in a fierce battle for control.

About the Author:

Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the pages of her stories. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”

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Book Tour/Giveaway - Genesis Queen (The Road to Hell #3) by Gracen Miller

Victory is hollow when fate maneuvers one as a pawn.

Madison’s mission is complete. Nix is rescued from Hell and her son safe. But as she rests in the safe harbor of Nix’s love, her demonic husband warns of a murderous plot. Can she trust that it’s not another scheme to claim her for Hell’s throne?

Sometimes internal conflict can house our biggest demons.

With allies divided and prophecy heralding defeat, Madison gambles on Micah’s honor to keep their son safe. Torn between her heart’s desires and her dark requirements, Madison worries her  fate can't be avoided. When betrayal comes from an unlikely place, all their futures may be damned. In the darkest hour of her life, an undeniable providence will transpire. Who can she trust? How far will she fall to defeat her foes?

Amid the rubble of defeat, will Hell’s Genesis Queen dawn?

Excerpt:

“I like the way you move, kitten.”

She took a deep breath, like she needed the extra oxygen to deal with him.

“Did you square away the angels in Hell?”

“Yes.” Details weren’t necessary when they both knew he’d instituted a brutal torture regimen for all of them. “Dance with me?”

“You didn’t appear to be having any problem.” He held his hand out toward her.

She stared at his palm. Her expression was reminiscent of an individual confident selling their soul was a reckless choice but entering the deal anyway.

“I don’t bite.”

Her gaze felt like an impact against his. “You did in Hell.”

He wrangled the grin under control. “Then I won’t bite.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Micah.”

“Why?”

A casual shrug when nothing about her body language suggested she felt relaxed. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Nix says my idea of dancing is sex with clothes on. He couldn’t tolerate it and if he couldn’t….” She trailed off and gaped at him as if she’d just realized she’d been about to insult him.

Micah grinned. “I haven’t lived as long as I have without executing restraint.” He stepped closer to her. “I’ve controlled myself with you more than any other.” Because she is my woman and deserves my respect.

Madison allowed him to pull her arms free of their defensive fold. Holding her gaze, Micah coaxed her into his embrace…left hip to left hip, his leg thrusting between her knees, gliding upward and parting her thighs.

She bit her bottom lip. Her breathing grew shallow. The heavy beat of the music thumped around them. His pulse throbbed faster.

Hell’s delights, she felt fantastic against him.

“Relax,” he said when she remained inflexible. A soft wind would break one of her bones. “I only want to dance with you.” Like when they’d been married, just a different manner of movement. This one more intimate than what they normally partook.

Her focus locked on his jaw, and she sharply inhaled when he slid his palm down her back and settled on her hips. He executed the first moves and she followed. As if magnetized, they gyrated in perfect synchronicity.

About the Author:

Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She is convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs.

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