The City of the Un – Dead and The Circus of the Un-Dead by M.M Shelley

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The Un-Dead Circus
The Chronicles of Orlando
Book Four
M.M. Shelley

A circus has arrived and it brought the Un-dead with it.

Since Orlando moved to Los Angeles he had been attacked by zombies, zombie bulls, ghost and now a band of immortals want him dead.

Betrayed by someone close and running low on resources Orlando has only one option– to join the enemy he had been fighting as he faces his biggest challenges– facing the mysteries of the Un-Dead Circus and keeping his friends alive.

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City of the Un-Dead
The Chronicles of Orlando
Book Three
M.M. Shelley

What would you risk for immortality?

The Day of the Dead is celebrated once a year, a day when those who have died are remembered. This year the dead are returning and they are returning as an army to seek vengeance against Orlando.

About the Author:
M.M. Shelley is a storyteller, word smith and dreamer. She has traveled the world extensively in search of the magic which is often overlooked in every day life. M.M. Shelley is a native of southern California, and a student of mythology from which she gets much inspiration.
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Review for City of The Un – Dead book 3
I have to say this, I didn’t read the previous two novels of the Chronicles of Orlando Series so I don’t know what happened at the beginning.

City of the Un – Dead, is a very well entertaining novella. It’s not a long story and can easily be read in a couple of hours. What I like about this story is, it’s different. M.M Shelley is an awesome story teller. Her descriptions are vivid and her characters are well developed.

In this novel you meet Charlotte, who is a mortal and trying to save Orlando’s friend, Cora.
But Orlando doesn’t trust Charlotte, what is she hiding, and what is her agenda? It’s much more of a plot, but I don’t want to give too much away. Like I said, it’s a book deserve worthy of buying and you should do yourself a favour and get all four of The Chronicles of Orlando.


The Circus of The Un – Dead

It’s an easy read, merely 60 pages and I read it fast.

It continues following a boy named Orlando, who is a wizard, rare kind of magic wielder. From the story line, I got a couple of images from what happened in the other two, I liked it, because it means that you can pick up this novel any part and you will still know what happened.

The Un – Dead circus is all about trust, betrayal and wanting more. Royal is the bad guy that need to harness everyone’s magic to destroy the enemy. He runs the Un Dead Circus with deadly creatures etc. Now, he’s after Orlando. What will happen?

Buy the story and find out. It’s time worthy to get this series, and again, I don’t want to give out too much info.  All I can say, it’s refreshing, hip and has zombies, magik and other creatures.

What I didn’t like about book three and four of the Chronicles Of Orlando.
There are long paragraphs and M.M Shelley starts with a lot of back story, but she’s an awesome writer, story teller and I like her voice.

My rating for the City of The Un – Dead and Circus of the UN-DEAD:

four rating



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This Ring by Jacqueline Paige

This Ring by Jacqueline Paige

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This Ring
Jacqueline Paige

Length: 23,700

Genre: Paranormal / fantasy romance


Attempting to pick up the pieces of her life and heart, Emma flees to an isolated cottage on a lake. Not knowing what to do or where to start, she needs time to decide on her new life.

An invisibility curse has given Bryce forty years to reflect on past mistakes. The arrival of an intriguing woman brings him someone to watch, who just might be the first to see him in decades.

Together they may find their chance to live again…

This Ring was previously published in 2011 as one of the stories in the Curses book

About the Author:

Jacqueline Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that’s part of the popular Georgian Triangle area.  No one has ever heard of Stayner, so she usually tells people she lives “near Collingwood” and no, she doesn’t ski at Blue Mountain or at all, in fact she’s not even fond of snow.

She began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works in 2009 she hasn’t stopped.  Jacqueline describes her writing as “all things paranormal”, which she has proven is her niche with stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the shelves.

When Jacqueline isn’t working at her ‘reality job’ or lost in her writing she spends time with her five children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of the other way around.  Together they do random road trips, that usually end up with them lost,  shopping trips where they push every button in the toy aisle, hiking when there’s enough time to escape and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen. She’s a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting many more in the years to come.

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Interview with Bryce Lawson from This Ring


J:  I’ll try not to take up too much of your time today, I know you’re a busy man.

B: Not so much busy as trying to catch up on the last four decades.  A lot happened.

J: I have to ask, where is the ring now?

B: *laughs* Well, Em was wearing it, but we decided it would probably be best if it we kept it in a safety deposit box. 

J: No plans to pass it onto any children you might have then?

B: No.  No, I can’t imagine wanting to do that to one of my own kids, to anyone’s kids.

J:  But your father…

B: Yeah. He did and all I can say is I may have actually deserved that.  I was so determined to be the way I wanted, I didn’t give a damn what my family wanted.

J: So you forgive him.

B:  That’s a tricky question. Do I forgive him for taking away almost forty years of living?  Mmm, not quite, but at the same time I wouldn’t have Em if he hadn’t done what he did.

J: I understand.  So, what are some of the major differences between the seventies and today?

B: *laughs* What’s not different.  The first few months were … I can’t even explain how shocking some things were.  Uh, computers and the internet, now there’s something that still blows my mind.  I mean the things you can see on your computer or phone are just … well, wow might not be the right word but it’s just crazy if not some completely illegal or should be.

J: I didn’t think you’d feel that way, I thought the seventies were a time of free love and such.

B: Free love and all that, it wasn’t exactly free for me was it? It cost me a lot of living.

J: I suppose it did.  Thanks so much for taking the time to stop by today, Bryce.

B: Hey, no problem, Jacqueline.


Persuasion Skills by Laurel Crement

Persuasion Skills by Laurel Cremant

Persuasion Skills
Boardroom Acts

Book One
Laurel Cremant

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-77130-473-3

Number of pages: 107
Word Count: 31, 000

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

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In the aftermath of a major health scare, Pepper Holts makes the relief-inspired decision to seize the day. Unfortunately, most of her “seizing” involves a bit of merlot and her best friend’s pants! After a shared night of passion she realizes that her feelings for Jax are a lot more complicated than she ever thought.

Jax has finally realized that his allergy to marriage has nothing to do with the institution itself, and everything to do with the women in his bed—or more specifically, the one woman not in his bed. Her reaction to their one night together has him scrambling to regroup. So he does what he knows best—he disappears, and he thinks. The plan?—convince Pepper into staying with him at a secluded cabin for one week. One week of pretending to be a happily married couple to show her how great they could be together.

About the Author:

Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.

Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can’t seem to avoid adding a bit of “nerdology” or “geek-dom” to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can’t seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, “In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!”







Pesuasion Skills is an easy read. What I like, there is a story but also some hard core love making scenes.

It follow two friends, Jax and Pepper, Pepper loved Jax since the moment she saw him, but because they are friends and business partners, she decided there is too much at stake. Then the story unfolds, something happen that shouldn’t and that’s when Jax knew he had to have Pepper.

I love the story line, I love Pepper. She is a strong character that knows how to stand up for herself.

Jax, is a character, and I loved the way he planned to keep Pepper with him. To show her that he is the one for her.

I really try not to give too much away, and I really thought that Laurel did an amazing job with it.

My Rating

four rating



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The Wooden Chair By Rayne E. Golay

The Wooden Chair by Rayne E. Golay

The Wooden Chair
Rayne E. Golay

Genre: Family saga/literary fiction

Publisher: Untreed Reads Publication

Date of Publication:  May 15, 2013

ISBN: 9781611875614

Number of pages: 317
Word Count: 100,00

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Winner of the Royal Palm Award, Florida Writers Association

Set against the background of the Finno-Russian winter war, this story starts I Helsinki in 1943 and spans over fifty years of Leini Bauman’s life.

As a child, Leini stands ready to do anything to win her mother Mira’s love. This effort costs her the sight in one eye and as a result, causes her to endure bullying from kids her own age. As a teenager, with her Grandpa’s help, she undergoes one more surgery to straighten her eye, but the psychological scar of the events of her childhood remain.

Leini struggles to break free of Mira’s tyranny by leaving her native Helsinki to study psychology at Geneva University. A few years later, married, herself to a wonderful man, about to become a mother, she is determined with her own children not to repeat Mira’s behavior. With the help of a psychiatrist, she labors through the pains of past hurts to become a nurturing and loving mother and wife, as well as a successful professional, as she grows from victim to victor over adversity. Can her efforts lead her to the one thing she needs to discover the most – the ability to forgive her mother?

About the Author:

Whenever I pause and think about my past, I realized I’ve lived three lives in one. Some people are lucky to spend their whole life in the village or town or country where they were born. They’re surrounded by relatives and friends they’ve known since childhood, have deep roots. I believe they are very rich. My life has been made of a different cloth with hues of the rainbow. It’s been about change and adaptation.

I was born in Helsinki, Finland. For various reasons I changed schools three times before Highschool. When I was very small, my mother used to read to me. She helped me put letters together to form words. As she was done reading  “A Thousand and One Nights” my passion was born. From then on, I read everything with the printed word: matchboxes, newspapers, pamphlet and books, of course. I was no more than six years old when my father obtained a library card for me. Believe me, that was one of the happiest days of my childhood. To this day, I read at least three books a week. In school, I always had high grades in composition and wanted to be a journalist, but my parents had other plans. I got a Masters degree in psychology, was certified as addictions counselor in England after studies in the United States.

Skilled in languages, from the age of fifteen I translated dialogues in Hollywood movies from English into Finnish and Swedish. This, my first paying job, came through my father, who was the Nordic managing director of a prominent American film company.

After graduation, I married, had two children in rapid succession. My then husband was transferred to Geneva, Switzerland, so that’s where we moved with our two wonderful children.

In Geneva, I worked in a multinational company as an addictions counselor with responsibilities for all of the company’s European subsidiaries.  During this time, I wrote two non-fiction books: one about alcoholism, another about dysfunction in the workplace. I also wrote the script to “Something of The Danger That Exists,” a 50 minute film, used within the company as part of an educational program, which I facilitated. In my function, I was a frequent speaker on dependence at conferences and business groups. As I oversaw company sites throughout Europe and the then East Block countries, I’m fortunate to have traveled extensively.

As an avid reader, I’ve read most American, French and Russian classics, modern literature and poetry. It may seem that my books are autobiographical, particularly THE WOODEN CHAIR, but that’s not so. I believe in writing about what I know, so my life has parallels in Leini’s story, but I guess you have to read the book to find out more.

My whole life I’ve longed for the sun and warmth. When opportunity presented itself, I took up residence in Florida. I live here with my partner, my best friend and husband.

The award winning novel THE WOODEN CHAIR is my second book. At present, I’m editing my third story.

Every book is a journey so enjoy the trip.

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It’s a pleasure to be here and talk about my two areas of expertise; my book THE WOODEN CHAIR and myself.

AW: Please tell us a bit about yourself and back ground?
RG: I was born in Helsinki, Finland, during the Finno-Russian war. As is usually the case with small language groups, I grew up in a trilingual home; my father because of his business spoke English so that I’d get used to the sound of the language. With my mother, I spoke Swedish, which is my mother tongue. My parents enrolled me into a Finnish language school. Today, I speak these languages, and have added French as my home language after I lived in Geneva, Switzerland for most of my adult life. It’s worth mentioning that Finland is bilingual Finnish-Swedish.

AW: What inspired you to write this book?
RG: After I retired from my career as a psychotherapist/drug and alcohol counselor, I had a lingering memory of some of the clients I worked with who had a history of child abuse. The memories of what they told me wouldn’t leaved me alone. It became compelling to write about their experiences. Their stories needed to be told so the world would know the existence of child abuse, the horrors of it and to understand that nobody is powerless to help the victims of abuse. My choise of on a novel rather than a psychological manual on child abuse came naturally to me after I started developing the character that is now Leini, the female protagonist in THE WOODEN CHAIR.

AW: Describe what the book/story is about?
RG: The book opens in Helsinki 1943 when Leini is a four year old girl. Her father is at the front fighting for Finland’s independence, and Leini is alone with her mother who is abusive of her. Leini goes through childhood and teenage years with a mother who neglects her emotionally, belittles her, is aggressive, openly admits she can’t stand this child she didn’t want. Leini has a wonderful support in Papi, her father, her Grandpa, Grandma Britta and Karl, but added to the emotional neglect from her mother, with her visual handicap life is difficult for her. At the age of nineteen she leaves everything familiar and dear to study psychology in Geneva. She suffers from trauma from the abuse, has trust issues, nightmares, sleepwalks, tends to pick up a drink at the slightest adversity, just as her mother. The story arch is more about the trauma resulting from the abuse – what we would call today Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Leini is a strong woman, very determined to heal from the trauma and give herself all the means to avoid repeating the behavior on her own mother when, married to a wonderful man, she finds herself pregnant.

AW: Is there a message in this novel you want your readers to grasp?
RG: I didn’t set out to write a moralizing book. If there is a message in THE WOODEN CHAIR it is one thing; the people in the life of an abused child have to stop looking the other way. Parents, relatives, friends, teachers, educators, doctors, social workers need to intervene if something doesn’t seem right. There are several people in the periphery of an abused child. They are the silent witnesses to abuse that may be life threatening. They have to speak up, report to authorities if need be.

AW: What was the time frame for writing this book?
RG: I started with developing Leini’s character. I’m not a plotter, but the cases notes I had were a great source of information, so the story was very clear in my mind. It was getting it in written form that took time. I wrote with my heart, but then in the editing stage I deleted large chunks that played too heavily on the sob story string. How long? Altogether a couple of years until I decided the book was good enough to do the rounds of agents and publishers.

AW: How did you came up with the title?
RG: The way the title came to me is quite surprising. I know that readers will understand that Leini told what the book was going to be called. I had two working titles; one was The One Eyed Girl. Awful, isn’t it? The other title was The Silent Witnesses, with which I was rather pleased.
There’s a scene early in the story in which Leini climb up on her mother’s lap, wanting to cuddle, searching affection. Mother is unreceptive and cold. Leini thinks that Mother’s lap is just as hard and uncomfortable as the wooden chair in their kitchen. There was my title.

AW: Who created your cover?
RG: My publisher, Untreed Reads Publishing, has this wonderfully talented artist by the name of Ginny Glass. I love the cover, it exudes the mood of the book, the ray of sunshine one can imagine as Leini’s ray of hope.

AW: Hardest part for writing this novel?
RG: Grandpa is very much Leini’s champion. He loves her, he would do anything for her. Actually, through a medical procedure he helps her with her visual handicap. At this point I identified very strongly with Leini, as if she was a part of me. It was emotionally very difficult to write about his passing, and the void it left in Leini. But, again, she’s a strong and resilient woman. She grieved the time it took, grateful for having had him in her life when the going was so rough.

AW: How did you find your publisher/agent – if self published, why did you choose to self publish?
RG: As I already indicated earlier, I have a publisher, Untreed Reads Publishing. A small publisher of e-books only, but to whom I owe a huge dept of thanks for great support and helping me stay away from some pitfalls that could have slipped me up. The way I found Untreed Reads Publishing it the only way an unknown author can find one; I queried publishers who had “mainstream” or “literary” on their list of subjects they publish. I followed the submission guidelines to the letter. It was a lengthy process, one that made me grow a very thick skin because rejection followed rejection.. Until…Untreed Reads!

AW: What was your biggest learning experience/surprise throughout your publishing process?
RG: Everybody at Untreed Reads Publishing is very easy to work with. It’s much more hands on than I would imagine is the case with big houses. Untreed Reads didn’t send me on an all paid 15 city book tour, but they’ve been very helpful in steering me in the right direction, cautioning me to avoid certain things. I’m a novice at this, so I keep asking if this or that is okay, and I can rely on an honest opinion.

AW: Do you have any other novels out there? If not, what’s next?
RG: I self published my first novel LIFE IS A FOREIGN LANGAUGE. It’s available as trade paper back and e-book. Without being a romance, it’s a love story in the afternoon of life. It’s a cozy book, and Michael, the male protagonist, is worth knowing. I wish we all had a Michael in our lives J

AW: When did writing become a passion?
RG: Become a passion? Writing’s always been a passion. Professional and familiar considerations kept me from writing until somewhere around 1995.

AW: Is this a series? If so, tell us a bit about the books planned.
RG: Leini’s story is fully told in THE WOODEN CHAIR. There’s not going to be a sequel.
The story I’m working on is the story of a woman who as a little child loses her identical twin sister to polio. She grows up with a huge ole inside because her other half is missing. She longs for a child who will belong to her, love only her, never leave her. The story arch is one woman’s struggle with paralyzing anxiety and panic attacks. She starts “medicating” with tranquillizers and alcohol. In the end, she accepts to undergo treatment for alcoholism in a clinic in the United States.

AW:  Any advice for other writers?
RG: Oh yes! Never, never, never give up! (Actually, this is a Sir Winston Churchill quote). Another quote I had on taped next to my computer is by Richard Back: “An author is a writer who didn’t quit.” In other words, keep believing in yourself. Because writing is a lonely business, join a writer’s group. Work with a critique group. Over the years I’ve judged quite a few contests, which is a good way to learn about the craft. Believe in yourself and your book. Above all, be patient.

AW:  Anything you would like to say to your readers?
RG: If you’ve enjoyed reading THE WOODEN CHAIR, consider getting a book club going in your area. There’s a lot of fantastic material for discussion in the book; the setting, the very “alive” characters, the story itself. If you think people need to read this book, spread the word, talk about it. It’s a book that belongs out there. The more people who read it, the more awareness there is to child abuse. So, again, talk about THE WOODEN CHAIR to anybody who likes a good read.

AW: Favorite Authors?
RG: Sue Miller, Daphne du Maurier, Jeffrey Eugenides, J.R. Moehringer, Mika Waltari who’s a Finnish author of such wonderful works as The Egyptian, and The Etruscan. Herman Wouk’s The Lawgiver published in 2012 when Mr. Wouk was 92 years of age is an absolute gem.

AW: Favorite Books?
RG: I already mentioned a few when I answered the previous question. I enjoyed Curtis Sittenfeld’s The American Wife and Sue Miller’s The Senator’s Wife (these are just book titles, not my penchant for wives, LOL). Hands down, my favorite is the classic Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. Another is Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, a Pulitzer Prize winner.

AW: Website(s) and social media links?
RG: My website; My Blogsite; Facebook; Goodreads; Twitter; Linkedin; Amazon Author Page

AW: Where can people buy your novel?
RG: THE WOODEN CHAIR is available at Amazon; Barnes and Noble; Untreed Reads Publishing; Kobo; Sony

AW: Something personal about yourself people may be surpriced to know?
RG: Hmm? How about—I’ve been married several times? How many? That’s personal.


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Kind wishes,

Adrienne Woods


Cover reveal for The Dragonian: Firebolt by Adrienne Woods (me lol)


Title: Firebolt
Author: Adrienne Woods
Series: The Dragonian Series
Publisher: GMTA Publishing Mythos Press
Release Date: Nov 20 2013




Back blurb:

Dragons. Right. Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales, and sixteen-year-old Elena Watkins was no different.

Until the night a fairy tale killed her father.

Now Elena is in a new world, and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a prince wants Elena’s heart, and a long dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh and the only way Elena’s going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.

Teenage girls don’t believe in fairy tales. Now it’s time for Elena to believe in…herself.

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I’m going to create with my illustrator a book trailer out of this. But it won’t be available for a couple of months.

The Belly of a huge blue beast on four legs, the size of tree stumps, stood in front of the pickup.

Elena Watkins loved the fairy tales her father used to tell her.

     Another dragon came out of nowhere. His scales appeared to be copper. He sank his jaws into the blue dragon.

Tales of heroes. Tales of magic.

    The copper dragon bit fiercely into the blue dragon’s neck. Blood pooled on thick puddles on the road.

Tales of dragons.

The copper dragon trudged toward the pickup. He hooked one of his talons into the windshield – and ripped it off.

But that was when she was little. Sixteen year old girls know the difference between fairy tales and real life. And everybody knows…

The dragon started to shrink.

there are no such things …

The dragon’s huge figure melted away into a copper blob. I shrieked…

as dragons.

     as the blob transformed into the fugure of a man crouching low to the ground.

Elena knew that too. Until that night. The night a dragon…

     My father. And he was dying.

…killed her father.

Now there’s a lot more that Elena has to learn. And not just about dragons. Because for Elena, not all the fairy tales are false – and not all the real world is real. And if Elena is going to get through what’s coming, she’s going to have to know a lot more that the difference. She’s going to have to get to know someone she’s never met. Someone she doesn’t know if she can believe in.



For the love of blueberries, Elena Watkins was destined for greatness, even though she didn’t know it. Forced to travel from home to home every three months Elena’s life was a never ending blur of new towns and new faces, that is, until the night her father was killed by a creature she thought only existed in fairy tales – a dragon. With her father’s death leaving her orphaned, Elena is whisked away to her true birthplace, Paegeia.

Arriving at Dragonia Academy, the premier school for young Dragonians, she begins to feel a sense of belonging in this strange world; a school she was never meant to attend because her father was a dragon. Elena is soon swept up in the rigor of her new life and the new set of skills she now needs to survive: Latin, Art of War, and Enchantments.

Entranced by her new reality Elena learns about the dragons and humans who inhabit her new home. There are two classes of dragons that soar through Paegeia distinguished by their instinctual pretense for either good or darkness. The distinction between these two very different species is vital to Elena’s success in her new world because she has been marked as a Dragonian, a human preordained to ride and tame a dragon of her very own.

With the help of her new friends, Elena is able to navigate the complexities of her new home. Her new roommates Becky and Sammy are even more amazing then she could have ever imaged and to top it all off, Sammy was a dragon. Sammy’s is also the devoted sister of Blake, the most attractive boy at school and the Rubicon; the only dragon of his kind with the abilities of all the dragon species with a pretense for evil. Elena soon finds the love she always wanted with Lucian, the Prince of Tith, who actively pursues Elena throughout her time at Dragonia Academy, winning her heart with his absolute adoration and unshaken dedication.

Unbeknownst to Elena danger is lurking behind the enchanted vines concealing the once thriving capital of Paegeia – Etan. Goran, the darkest sorcerer to ever practice his evil arts in the realm, has lain dormant for over a century behind the crumbling city. The first step in his menacing plan is to destroy the only weapon that can kill him – the King of Lion Sword.

When the sword is stolen Elena doesn’t think twice about seeking it; knowing deep down that it is her destiny to save her new home. She travels to the Sacred Cavern, and discovers the nefarious actions of an unknown man lead to the swords destruction as she follows the trail revealed in the prophetic waters of the cavern.

Elena and her friends engage the mysterious man revealing their existence to Goran and fighting for their very lives.


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Chapter 1(partial)

     A girl singing her heart out about a miracle boomed inside my ear. A miracle would get me what I needed: a chance at a semi-normal life.

The bedroom door hitting the wall expelled the thought from my mind. With his hand tangled up in his copper hair and with huge brown eyes, Dad’s figure filled the entire doorway. “Pack your bags.” He had that set to his jaw, the one that meant there was no way out of this. He bolted out of the room just as suddenly as he had appeared.

My teeth ground hard against each other, and the sharp pain behind my eyes, I guessed from the lack of sleep, grew stronger. Every fibre of my being wanted to explode.

Ever since I could remember my name, Dad and I had been on the run. From what? Beats me.

For the last two weeks, I’d been pacing up and down through the house, struggling to fall asleep at night, waiting for this day.

For the love of blue berries, no sixteen-year old should live this way!

I climbed off my bed, and the first step I took left my toe tangled in the wide leg of my jeans.  I tried to regain my balance as the closet inched closer, but with wildly flailing arms, I came crashing down. The thud reverberated across the wooden floor, and it sounded as if I’d broken something.

Dad darted back into my room. “Are you okay?” He lifted me back onto my feet as if I weighed nothing.

Tears lurked in the corners of my eyes, threatening to burst, as I stared up at him.

“Don’t give me that look, Elena. Please, we need to hurry.” He pulled my suitcase from the top shelf and chucked it haphazardly onto my bed. “We need to go. Now.”


He started to grab my clothes from the shelf and tossed them messily inside my small suitcase. Then he paused, sighed, and looked up with soft eyes. He stroked the side of my cheek with his hand gently. “This wasn’t the right place, bear. Please, you’ve got to trust me.”

His hand reached back to pull everything off my shelf, while my hands curled up into balls of fury. My heart pounded fast as those two words bounced inside my skull. “Trust you, Dad?”

“Elena, we don’t have much time,” he yelled. “Pack your bags! You can ask questions later.” He left, and the hollow “doof” sound from his footsteps stomped loudly as he made his way into the hall.

Ask questions? Yeah right! I’ll only get answers that don’t reveal why we are on the run for the gazillionth time.’ “Trust me” and “I’ll tell you when the time is right” were the only two answers Dad gave. ‘Guess time with him will never be right.’

It was no use arguing with him anyway. The last time, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out without any of my things.

So I grabbed the stuff I needed: my mp3 player, a photo of Mom that Dad didn’t know I had, and my journal from underneath my bed. I tossed them into my backpack. It wasn’t much, but it was the stuff that made my miserable life felt less pathetic. I zipped up my suitcase and took a deep breath. Looking around my bedroom for the last time, I said goodbye to my sixtieth-something room.

Dad almost ran me over in the hall with his army bag slung over his shoulder. He grumbled, which I assumed was an apology, took my suitcase, and ran down the stairs. He always rented these huge old houses, pre-furnished and near the countryside, and we always left after three months.

The pickup’s horn honked as I shut the front door. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. Just two more years, then I’ll be eighteen and free from this freak show. Huge raindrops fell hard onto the ground. The smell of wet dirt filled the air. It was my favorite smell.

The water that pooled on the ground covered all the gaps in the driveway, forcing me to hopscotch around all of them. My shoe got caught in one of the gaps and I smacked down hard in a huge puddle. By the time I reached the truck, my jeans and shoes were soaking wet.

Warm heat from the vents inside the truck hit me full blast as I jumped in; a million goose pimples erupted across my skin.  As soon as I shut the rusty door, Dad floored the gas pedal. Tires screeched and the truck spun away as if the Devil chased us.  My lower lip quivered softly as he swerved onto the road. The streetlights flew by in a blur as I plugged in my earpieces. The same stupid song about a miracle boomed from my mp3, drowning the sound of the engine and the hard dribbles on the roof, a percussion that became the perpetual soundtrack to my misery.

A feeling of utter loneliness consumed my heart as I stared out the window. Homes with white picket fences and the convenient store whizzed by in a flash. A tear rolled down my cheek as I said goodbye, and my breath on the glass created a foggy condensation. Reaching out my index finger, I drew a small heart. These were the reasons why Mom had left. She couldn’t handle his paranoia, but why she’d left her daughter to deal with it was a mystery. Dad constantly reminded me of the latter, and that was the only time he ever spoke of her. If he ever discovered I had that picture, he would kill me. That was how much he hated her for leaving us.

The lights of a vehicle in the upcoming lane shone directly into my face. I shut my eyes, waiting for it to disappear. As a little girl, I used to watch Dad as we drove away from yet another house. He would glare into his rearview mirror every five seconds, every muscle in his face clenched, and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I hadn’t been able to force myself to peek out the window then, as it used to scare the living crap out of me to consider the possible reasons he was fleeing from, or who might be following us. Now, I didn’t look at him or care much for what he was going through. He created this problem. With me becoming the luggage. It was a ritual I endured every three months, and nothing over the past sixteen years had ever changed that.

The “Interstate 40” sign flew by in a whirl, and the pickup slowly moved onto the turnoff lane.

My eyes started to burn as I stared at the rain running down my window. Each rivet resembled another town, another place I would never again call home. Exhaustion consumed me and my eyelids felt heavy. I laid my head against the window and struggled to stay awake.

Suddenly, a dark and huge figure flew past me. Dad swerved to the left, which made me crushed into the side of the passenger’s door. My entire body pumped with adrenaline. I jumped straight in my seat and wrenched the seatbelt over my shoulder to buckle myself in. I tore out my earpieces as I tried to process what had just happened.

“What was that?” I looked at Dad.

He stared straight ahead with huge eyes. Beads of sweat rolled from his hairline down to the side of his temple. He looked terrified, something that conflicted with his personality. I’d never seen Dad look that scared in my entire life.


“Did you see where it went?” he asked, attempting to inject calm into his voice, but I could hear the fear lacing each syllable.

“See where what went? Dad what was that!”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“For once in your life, just tell me!” I screamed. Sixteen years of frustration exploded from my lungs. I couldn’t take the unknown anymore.

“Fine.” He mumbled something else that I didn’t catch. “Do you remember the stories I used to tell you?”

“Stories? What stories?”

“The ones about Paegeia, Elena.” He looked in his rearview mirror again with huge, unblinking eyes.

Vaguely, but I didn’t tell him that. “What does that have to do with this?”

“They’re real.”

I froze and I stared at him.

“All of it, it’s real. The dragons, the magic, the wall, everything is real.”

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Open Flames by Lacy Danes

Open Flame by Lacy Danes


Open Flame
Dragon’s Fate Book 2
Lacy Danes

Genre: Paranormal romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: September 24th 2013
ISBN: 9781619217461
Number of pages: 118
Word Count: 32K
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
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Book Description:
Between hate and lust lies heaven, hell… and smoldering love.

Like his brothers, Madoc is a dragon born by blood magic. Unlike them, he has only once bitten a human in a near-hopeless quest to find his eternal mate. Watching that woman die nearly destroyed him.

Now he works to invent a watch that will rewind time. When he attends the Spectacle of Time in Paris, though, he finds a woman who shakes the foundation of his world and crumbles his ferocious control.

Ever since the black-haired man with the red crescent on his cheek ruined her family, Fina has hated him. When she runs into him in Paris, she is determined to show him just how much. Instead, overwhelmed by the desire to both kill him and bed him, her body betrays her and she melts in his arms.

Sparks fly, and—when his teeth sink into her skin—she ignites. But she can’t run far and fast enough to avoid the burning truth. She is now part of Madoc’s dangerous world?body, soul, and fire.

Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, time-shifting, distance-hopping, a super-hot dragon, and a woman who can take the heat.

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Lacy Danes made a New Year’s resolution to write a hot, historical romance. A year and a half later, she achieved her goal. She lives in Portland OR, where besides writing she enjoys horseback riding, gardening and savoring a great martini while watching the world go by.

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Thank you for having me today for an interview with Madoc.

AW: What is your favorite color?
Madoc: I like Red. Deep rich red.

AW: Do you have any pets?
Madoc: No. Though I don’t mind them.

AW: Is there anything you fear?
Madoc: Losing my mate now that I have found her. Truly I am uncomfortable with anything that is out of my control.

AW:Do you have a favorite food?
Madoc: A rare lamb chop is my favorite.

AW: Favorite drink or cocktail?
Madoc: I mainly drink coffee, though when I need something stronger Absinthe is good.

AW: Do you have a favorite activity?
Madoc: I like to invent things that involve time. I spend many hours alone doing so. When I take a break from that, playing cards can be fun.

I hope you enjoyed learning a little more about Madoc. (Lacy)

Thank you so much Lacy, and I wish you all the best with Open Flames,

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Adrienne Woods

Lunula by Alyssa Auch



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Title: Lunula

Author: Alyssa Auch

Genre: YA Fantasy

The witch knows he will hunt her.

If history repeats itself, as it always does, Wynn will have no choice but to cross paths with her feared counterpart, the warlock. If given the chance, he would kill Wynn, absorbing her aura and obtaining ultimate power. In a desperate attempt to outrun destiny, Wynn moves from place to place, hoping to stray from the map laid out by the Fates. But by chance, on an urgent errand for Queen Alexandria herself, Wynn finds she has fallen into the hands of the one man she so hopelessly fled from. Now his captive, Wynn must guard her secret and that of her kingdom, or risk bringing forth a dark age not seen in hundreds of years.

Author Bio

authorAlyssa Auch was born and raised in Pennsylvania with loving parents and three hilarious younger siblings. Her imagination was sparked by the lush, green forests and bright colors of her home that often spoke of other worlds only found in the magic of writing. She brought that inspiration into the fantasy novels she so loves to create.

Currently, Alyssa is a senior at Brigham Young University-Idaho studying Marriage and Family Relations with a minor in English. She is married to her High School sweetheart, and they have three beautiful children who keep them both very occupied. Although her novels are often written in the late hours of the night and during cherished naptime blocks, she devotes a very special part of herself to the power of words and love of storytelling.


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My body bolted upright the moment I heard him wake. The soft squeak of his cot signaled that I was no longer safe in a vulnerable sleeping position, and although my desire to continue sleeping was nearly stronger, I forced myself to be alert and stood up. His elbows rested on his knees, and he rubbed his face, groaning as he moved his hands to ruffle his hair. When he looked over at me his forearms rested on his thighs, and he blinked in sleepy surprise. “My Fates, you’re still standing there.” His voice sounded husky with sleep.

I didn’t trust my own, not having had water in several hours. When I didn’t say anything, he sighed and stood. “My lady, that ring allows you several hundred paces of freedom, and I cannot have you here while I prepare for the day. The stream is straight to the east on the other side of the camp and I have no doubt that several of the men will be more than eager to help you with… whatever it is you need. I will come find you.” The last sentence didn’t sound as much like a threat as it did a promise.

As if I wanted him to come find me. I started forward, intending to march from the tent with dignity, but my ankles nearly gave out and sent me on my face. I caught myself on the edge of the table and the captain rushed forward to help me stand. “That tree was tall,” he remarked, taking hold of my forearms.

I pulled my arms from his grasp and glared up at his dark brown eyes, less intimidating in the glow of the sun. “Release me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched up. “Make me.”

Outraged, I stormed past him, limping slightly on my right ankle. I was going to go as far from this camp as I could before the ring choked me to death. I might even let it, at that. Outside it appeared that most of the men were already awake, even though the sun had just barely risen. I shivered in the chill, not realizing how warm the enclosure had been before. Frost crunched under my shoes, and I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible as I made my way around the tents. In one area of the camp I saw crudely-shaped human figures made of wooden beams mounted for training, and each was confronted by a burly man, attacking the dummy with all the intensity of a real battle. There were very few who sat eating breakfast, for most of the men were working, chopping wood, carrying supplies, training, and even washing clothing in large wooden tubs. I didn’t see any women in the camp, but that didn’t surprise me.

When I reached the other side of the camp, not stopped by any of the men, I marched straight through the gap in the tents and went directly east as the captain had instructed. I felt like I had swallowed handfuls of dirt all night, so dry was my mouth and throat. As I made my way through the forest, I encountered the boy whom the captain had sent to retrieve the search party. His hair dripped with water and his clothing stuck to him like he had just taken a bath without bothering to dry off. He stopped when he saw me. “My lady, is there something I can assist you with?”

I wanted to scowl at him, but he was so endearing. It might have been because he was the only gangly male in the camp, and possibly the youngest as well. I stopped and shook my head.

“No, I thank you. I am just looking for a drink.”

“Oh, don’t drink that water. We have a well, my lady. If you follow me I can show you.” He ran his hand through his dark brown hair, showering the air with droplets of water.

A well? Just how long had this Dristolian army been here? “Thank you,” I conceded. When he led me through the forest and, thank the Fates, not through the camp, I felt brave enough to ask, “Are you from Dristol?”

He walked beside me, and I saw his eyes flit to me and then straight ahead in nervousness. “Uhm…well Fates, if you’re our prisoner you aren’t going to tell anyone, are you? Yes, we’re Dristolians.”

I didn’t like the idea of never leaving this camp. Once they found that box and knew I would return to Queen Alexandria eventually, they would never let me go. Whatever it was they were doing here, it wasn’t with the queen’s blessing. “You will lose, you know,” I said.

The boy shrugged, smiling. “Maybe.”

Clearly there was something more happening here, but I knew no one would tell me outright what it was.

“My name is Gavin.” The boy, a full head taller than me, gave me a warm smile.

“Wynn,” I smiled back tentatively. I wrestled with the idea of spelling him, but if it was too obvious, the warlock captain would know who I was. “And I am not a spy,” I clarified.

He considered me for a few moments as we walked. “Maybe,” he said again. After a moment he seemed to almost blurt out, “But you don’t look like one.”

I gave him a smile. “That would be the point, though, wouldn’t it?”

“You aren’t helping yourself.” He grinned.

“I don’t know that it matters at this point.”

“Maybe,” he said again.


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Flirting with Danger, by Claire Baxter

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Flirting With Danger

Claire Baxter


Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing – Bliss
Date of Publication: September 9, 2013
ISBN: 9781622661435
Number of pages: approx. 190
Cover Artist: Jessica Cantor
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Book Description:
To be together is dangerous. To stay apart is impossible.

Firefighter Jasmine Mackinnon has always just been one of the guys. So no one’s more shocked than she is to find herself kissing fellow firefighter and all-around sinfully handsome playboy Aaron Parkes after a friend’s wedding. Jasmine knows she can’t risk an emotional connection with a colleague—a potentially dangerous entanglement when fighting fires together—and nothing’s more important to her than her job.

Aaron never noticed how beautiful Jasmine was until he saw her out of her firefighter duds, but there’s something about the fiery woman that tempts him. Though he knows pursuing a real relationship is out of the question for a serial dater like him, when their casual flirtation builds into something more serious, it’s not just their jobs or their safety on the line. It’s their hearts.

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Claire Baxter writes contemporary romantic fiction of all lengths. Her short stories have been published in commercial women’s magazines around the world, while her novels have been translated into 20 languages and have been nominated in the Romance Writers of Australia’s Romantic Book of the Year Award, the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Awards, and the Cataromance Reviewers’ Choice Awards (Winner, Best Harlequin Romance).

Before following her passion to write full-time, Claire was an award-winning corporate communications manager. Earlier, she worked as a translator and a PA.

Claire grew up in Warwickshire, England, but for more than 20 years has called Australia home. She considers herself lucky to live near one of Adelaide’s beautiful metropolitan beaches where she loves to walk and think up stories.




In a bedroom of a sprawling sandstone house in South Australia, Jasmine Mackinnon looked at the reflection of her friend and fellow bridesmaid, who was peering over her shoulder.

Sasha said, “You should wear that smoky eye shadow more often. It makes your eyes look enormous.”

“I get plenty of smoke on my face when I’m on a call-out. I don’t need to add more.”

“No, not when you’re at work, obviously,” Sasha said as she straightened. “But you could make an effort when we go out.”

Jasmine winced. “I do make an effort.”

“Oh, I know. I didn’t mean it like that.” Sasha pulled an apologetic face. “Okay, maybe I did, but I was trying to be helpful. You’re so pretty, but you don’t make the most of what you have. Look, what I mean is that you might find your Mr. Right if you went for a more feminine look.”

Marrying a man she loved, having babies, watching them grow up, staying together forever…that was the fairy tale for most women, her friends included. But how often did it actually happen? The staying together forever bit, anyway.

Not very often, in Jasmine’s experience. She hoped Leanne and Michael, today’s bride and groom, would make it, but it wasn’t a risk she was prepared to take for herself. Not unless she found a man she could trust completely, and they were few and far between.

Sighing, she said, “If I find a man to love me as I am, then great. But I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not.”

Jasmine studied her reflection as the makeup artist blended blush beneath her cheekbones. Which made her look as if she actually had cheekbones. She’d bet that, given a choice between muscles and makeup on their women, most men would not choose muscles. But messing around with all those brushes and jars—it just wasn’t her style. Any man she allowed into her life would have to want the real her no matter what she did or didn’t slap on her face.

Sasha was on a roll now. “Okay, I can see your point, but first impressions are important, aren’t they? You need to get past the first hurdle before you can really get to know someone. All I’m saying is, you might meet more men if you looked as if you cared what they thought of you. And you could be a bit more encouraging when men do try to talk to you. You could give them a chance. Like that poor man in the pub last week.”

Jasmine swiveled the chair. “What man?”

“The one with the Johnny Depp jaw.”

She screwed up her eyes. “Can’t say I remember him.”

“He came over to talk to us. To you, anyway.”

“Oh! You mean when we were watching the game on the big screen?”


“I didn’t notice his jaw; I was too busy paying attention to the football.”

“Trust me, he was cute. And he tried to start a conversation with you.”

Jasmine frowned. “Did he?”

“He asked you what you did for a living.”

She nodded. “That’s right. I remember.”

“And what did you say?”

“Er…female impersonator.”

“My point exactly. No wonder he took off like he’d been spat out.”

“The scores were level. It was a crucial point.”

The door of the en-suite bathroom opened and Leanne, the bride, emerged, wrapped in a toweling robe, and, like Jasmine and Sasha, sporting large rollers in her hair. “What did I miss?”

“I was just telling Jasmine that she frightens men off when they try to talk to her.”

Nodding, Leanne pulled up a chair. “Well, it’s not really her fault that she intimidates them, is it? She’s so…”

“Capable,” Sasha supplied.

“Hello. I’m still in the room.” Jasmine frowned. “And since when was being capable a bad thing?”

“It’s not, generally, but you don’t give men a chance to be men around you.”

“Oh, that’s rubbish.”

“No, it’s true,” Leanne said. “You’re good at most things they’d consider men’s stuff. Heck, you can probably bench press more than some of them. You even do a job that a lot of men wouldn’t have the guts to do. You make them feel inadequate.”

“And we love you for it,” Sasha added. “You know that, don’t you?”

Jasmine nodded. Her friendship with Leanne and Sasha went back as long as she could remember, and she’d never doubt their motives for a moment.

“We’re just saying that it’s going to be tough for you to find a man who’s secure enough in his own masculinity to cope with all that.”

“Unless you’re smart, like me, and marry a firefighter,” Leanne said with a smile.

“She’s right,” Sasha said. “And there are some good-looking guys in your station. What about Kane? He’s cute.”

“Cute like a puppy. He’s younger than me.”

“Not by much. All right, how about Aaron, then? Ooh, Aaron.” Sasha fanned herself. “He has all the right credentials. Tall, dark, and—”

“Dangerous,” Leanne interrupted. “Tall, dark, and dangerous. Strictly no strings, that’s Aaron Parkes. He could charm the skin off a rice pudding, but he thinks having breakfast with a woman the morning after is long-term.”

“Isn’t that what makes him irresistible?” Sasha said. “You know, the thrill of being the one to hook him? Maybe he just hasn’t found the right woman yet?”

“He’s not looking,” Jasmine said. “Trust me, he’s happy the way he is. I should know; I have to listen to him bragging about his conquests at work. They’re all the same, and they don’t seem to care that he’s only interested in one thing.”

Leanne shook her head. “Forget about him. I wouldn’t want to see Jasmine dating Aaron. It could only end in tears, and then we’d have to kill him”

“I have no intention of dating him,” Jasmine said. She wouldn’t dream of becoming a notch on Aaron’s bedpost—if there was even any bedpost left to carve a notch in. “Anyway, there’s no way I’d go out with a colleague at all. Not Aaron, not anybody. Workplace romances get messy, and in a job like ours, messy is the last thing we need. We have to be able to rely on each other in life-threatening situations—would you trust a colleague to save your life if his girlfriend was in danger as well?” She shook her head. “Of course you wouldn’t. Plus, dating’s not allowed. Not between people who work in the same team like Aaron and I do.”



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Sunset Rising by S.M McEACHERN



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17312777Title: Sunset Rising

Author: S.M. McEachern

Genre: YA Dystopian

February 2024: Desperate to find refuge from the nuclear storm, a group of civilians discover a secret government bio-dome. Greeted by a hail of bullets and told to turn back, the frantic refugees stand their ground and are grudgingly permitted entry. But the price of admission is high.

283 years later… Sunny O’Donnell is a seventeen-year-old slave who has never seen the sun. She was born in the Pit, a subterranean extension of the bio-dome. Though life had never been easy, lately it had become a nightmare. Her mom was killed in the annual Cull, and her dad thought it was a good time to give up on life. Reyes Crowe, her long-time boyfriend, was pressuring her to get married, even though it would mean abandoning her father.

She didn’t think things could get any worse until she was forced upstairs to the Dome to be a servant-girl at a bachelor party. That’s where she met Leisel Holt, the president’s daughter, and her fiancé, Jack Kenner.

Now Sunny is wanted for treason. If they catch her, she’ll be executed.

She thought Leisel’s betrayal was the end. But it was just the beginning.

Sunset Rising is Book One of a series. 

Author Bio

Author Page 2S.M. McEachern (also known as Susan) has an honors degree in International Development.  As an author, Susan combined her political background with her love of action and romance to create her debut novel Sunset Rising.  The first book of a trilogy, Susan is currently working on the second book and drafting the third.  What does she like best about being an author?  Hearing from her readers!




Excerpt of Sunset Rising.

“Seventeen?  I married a teenager?” He sounded shocked.  “Wait a minute, are you telling me that you and Reyes got engaged when you were only thirteen?”
“Yes.  What’s so strange about that?”
“I’m twenty and that’s a young age in the Dome to get married.  Usually people wait until they’re about twenty-five.”
“Well, when you face certain death at thirty-five, you speed up your life a little bit.”

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