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Title: Hinder
Series: Book 1 of the Bender’s Novels
Saga: Guardian of Monsters
Genre: PNR/Fantasy
Pages: 443
Release Date: August 2018
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing

Description: Ethan Sutcliff seems like a normal seventeen-year-old—at least that’s what he’s trying to portray. In a secret society run by the Supernaturals, Ethan is what witches call a Bender. Benders are Witches’ Guardians, who are able to control a witches’ ability, bend it, or move it away from harming humans. In Ethan’s case, he is able to bend the Earth element. But at the age of fifteen, he lost all connection to it, and the reasons behind it could only mean one of two things: His Wielder is either dead, or hiding out somewhere.

Alex Burgendorf has been living in her aunt’s locket for the past sixteen years with her mother—a Fire Wielder, and her father—a Water Wielder. For sixteen years, her parents vowed to protect her, and they have, as she is the last Earth wielding witch. However, time is running out. Alex must find her Bender, or the fate of the Supernaturals might be at stake.

About the Author
t2jtp6ra-400x400-400x400Kristin lives with her family in South Africa where she writes full time. Her Debut novel Immortal: A Varcolac novel, followed a month later by Hinder: A Benders Novel, will be the first two novels in a saga called The Guardian of Monsters. There’s a total of nine novels in the working, following witches, vampires, werewolves, djinns and shifters. You can find out more about Kristin’s work at http://www.kristinpingbooks.com

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Excerpt

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Awe filled me as I watched Ethan playing in the garden. Though only ten years old and scrawny, he was… a wonder.

The farm was the safest place for him. A few miles from the city and its prying eyes. Less danger here.

His hands lightly stroked the rosebushes as he walked past them.

It wasn’t time for them to bloom yet, but at Ethan’s tender touch, pink and white rosebuds opened and expanded into the most beautiful roses I’d ever seen.

“Ethan,” I called from the porch, a warning in my tone.

His blond head snapped toward me. He pulled his hand to his chest. “Sorry, Dad.”

“Be careful.” I spoke as if he was pulling the cat’s tail—not lending nature a hand.

With one flutter of the newspaper, I pretended to return to reading. After a few seconds scowling at the small black letters, I peeked over the top of the page and stared back at Ethan.

Natalie, his mother, never let him explore. She worried about the others. That they would see.

Ethan walked over to the willow sapling Natalie had planted a few weeks ago. It wasn’t tall; the top barely reached Ethan’s waistline. He stumbled and fell with hands first—diving right into the willow.

It started to grow… and grow. In a matter of seconds, it was a full-grown tree. Slender, silvery green leaves swayed in the lazy breeze.

The newspaper fluttered as I set it aside and stood, mouth agape. Not many could do that at his age.

Surprise galloped on the heels of awe, followed by a dash of fear—okay, more than a dash—as Ethan stood and brushed himself off.

So this was what Natalie felt most of the time

My eyes darted this way and that. What if anyone saw?

Everything was exactly as it had been a few moments ago, except for the mature willow in the middle of the yard, its graceful branches lazily stroking the earth. A few cows grazed serenely in the green pasture. The chickens clucked in their pen. The ginger tomcat lay on the opposite chair to mine.

Behind me, the door opened. Natalie gasped. She smacked my shoulder with a dish cloth—hard. I scrambled back from her wrath.

“I told you to watch him!” she hissed. She ran down the steps with huge eyes and long strides. She reached him and crouched down in front of him, almost pulling the boy down with her, scowling.

Rubbing my shoulder, I watched the expression on my son’s face. He hadn’t meant to do it. It was an accident. Ethan never asked to be born into our family of Benders.

Ever since he got a taste of his element, well, he’d just been so damn curious.

He would need to find his match: an earth Wielder.

Earth Wielders rarely reached their fifteenth birthdays. And because of what Ethan would become one day, his life was in mortal danger.

Benders were born to protect Wielders. The payoff was being able to manipulate the Wielder’s element. To use it to their advantage. To, well, bend it into whatever they wanted the element to do. Whether it was to make a tree grow or a fire burn or the wind blow… Wielders could start the process, but the Benders performed the magic. They told the flame how to crackle, the earth how to quake, the gale how to waft.

Without a Bender, Wielders would cause chaos.

If a water Wielder or an earth Wielder had no Bender, then a tsunami was inevitable.

Wielders and Benders were a mechanism, an interdependent team that functioned as one. They benefited mutually from one another and kept each other safe.

It had always been this way since Wielders were labeled as Witches. Now they had plenty of names—Alchemists, spellbinders, and shifters, to name a few.

On Ethan’s tenth birthday, exactly at the stroke of midnight, he had received his earth element. The connection between the earth and Ethan was so powerful, it had triggered an earthquake for a full three seconds.

Benders always received the full dose of their Wielders’ ability. For the next few years, Ethan would be able to wield the earth Element as well as bend it. For the next four years, we not only needed to find his Wielder, but also to keep him safe from the others.

Earth Wielders were a force of balance. They were the true leaders of all supernaturals. They had to stay pure. They carried within them the power for immense good… or if they fell, immense evil. If they lost their sense of balance, they could become Necrocretors. Necrocretors didn’t play by the rules. They broke and bent them as they pleased.

Everything Natalie and I did aimed toward keeping Ethan balanced and on the side of good.

The hardest test Ethan would face in his entire life would be if his Wielder turned out to be female. The Resistance. Wielders and Benders could never be involved as a couple. And yet, the pull is addictive. Strong. Even though it was against the law, many Wielders and Benders failed. I knew; I was one of them… a long time ago.

The rest of the supernaturals consisted of what humans called monsters, myths, and paranormal beings that made great characters of most fictional tales.

Ever since the jinns lost the chalice, they were no longer part of the race. When they lost the chalice about three hundred years ago, the earth Wielders took over completely. In the wake of the jinns’ collapse, there were ten who controlled everything, but one by one, they started to perish, and nobody knew why.

Lowest on the totem pole were the shifters. Once a shifter went rogue and became a Necrocretor, there was no turning back. Shifters were vicious and could turn into anyone with the same anatomy as theirs. Necrocretors loved gaining shifters.

It was why earth Wielders never reached that age, the age where their magic matures and stabilizes. The phase where their magic was powerful enough to reset the balance, to wipe the earth clean from all the evil inside the Necrocretors, from all the ugly, and to start upholding the law of not just the elements, but of all the supernaturals.

There hadn’t been someone like that in the past four hundred years.

It was why the Guardians, a supernatural human race, started with the Sentinels.

A group of five that would jump in when things got out of hand.

Sometimes I think they were a myth, as they haven’t jumped in yet.

Before Sentinels it was just earth Wielders. That was how powerful they were, and Ethan was the lucky boy that was going to be part of that. He was going to become the next earth Wielder’s protector in every way possible.

Tears formed in Ethan’s eyes, but he refused to let them roll down his cheek. He tried so hard to live up to his element, to be strong and special.

It was sad that the boy didn’t know how strong or special he already was. Maybe it was my fault as a father, as a parent.

I wanted to tell Natalie that she should stop making him feel so terrible. He was just exploring. But what good would that do? We would just end up fighting again. I was so tired of our fights. Shoulders slumped, I turned to go inside. That was when I heard the roar of engines.

The hair on my arms and neck stood straight. Adrenaline poured into my blood like jet fuel and my heartbeat skyrocketed as I turned to see Natalie running toward me across the yard, jerking little Ethan along by the hand.

“Get rid of them. Now.” She shouldered past me into the house.

No one had seen what Ethan had done, right? No, it wasn’t possible. Was it?

Three black Jeeps and a silver one careened into the driveway, spitting gravel behind their shiny black tires. I leaped off the steps but then composed myself. With great effort, I slowed to a sedate walk. I had to try to make this farmhouse seem like any other sleepy home on this continent—even though it was far from it.

Who are these people? What are they doing here?

They weren’t Necrocretors. Necrocretors didn’t use Jeeps or SUVs to make their entrances. Whoever they were, they were driving fast. Too fast.

As they pulled closer, the sun glinted off the tinted windows and blinded me. Then when they turned an angle, I saw it. The outline of a barrel.

I dove for the willow. Bullets shredded bark above my head. Splinters and sawdust flew everywhere.

My back was firmly against the tree, safe from the bullets, or so I hoped. Thank goodness he grew a fully mature tree, I marveled. Otherwise I’d be dead.

I recited words that hadn’t touched my tongue in years. I carried them in my skin on my tattoo, across my chest, close to my heart. A phrase scribbled in Latin that I learned at a very young age: Estque vel me vel.

Its meaning was simple: It is either them or me.

If someone had to die, it wasn’t going to be me.

I took out the Zippo in my back pocket, closed my eyes, and used my diaphragmatic breathing exercises to calm my heart.

More gunshots sizzled overhead. Bits of the porch railing and the willow bar exploded. The air filled with the scent of sulfur and singed wood.

I took a deep breath.

Then I flicked the flint.

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Title: Imperfect Love, Fatality and Luck
Author: Isabella White
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 2018
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishers

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Two people begrudgingly perfect for each other, creates the ideal recipe for imperfect love.

At 24 years old, Holly Scallanger has the perfect life. Everything a girl could want; a beautiful man, a stunning home, as well as being in the midst of preparing for the wedding of her dreams. This all vanishes the night she catches her fiancé, Brandon Morgan, in bed with her worst nightmare, Donna Sinclair, just a week before Holly is set to walk down the aisle.

Attempting to recover from his betrayal, Holly swears off the affections of men in order to pick up the pieces of her crumbling life. Unfortunately, meeting Jake ‘Hooligan’ Peters is not part of her plan. The tall, dark-haired and handsome as hell med student, sweeps Holly away from the pain of her past and reveals to her the bright future that lies ahead. That is, until she falls pregnant just as Jake begins his internship at P&E; his family’s hospital.

Will this love at first sight lead her to the fairytale she has always craved? Or, will she fall victim to a betrayal of the heart yet again?

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Fatality: What if Holly phoned Jake?
With a broken heart 24-year-old Holly Scallanger gave birth to Romalie and Jamie Bernice. But things doens’t look good.
Romalia is weak, and the little one finally lost the battle.
Her rage and fury blinded her and she made that one phone call, scolding Jake and voicing her hatred to him?
Just a small change, but everything would’ve been so much different.

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Luck: Luck is What If Novel #3 and an alternative story to Secret Love.
It takes place 4 years later.

Jake Peter’s engagement to Kate Niagelli is going to be a huge affair. He knows it, and everyone that is invited know it.
His parents booked out an entire resort for everyone to enjoy the weekend with the Peters to celebrate the event.

Little do they know that Frank Edwards, a childhood friend of Gus Peters and Jake’s godfather, is bring an extra special guest, or three.

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adrienneIsabella White is an USA Today Bestselling Author with a few novels under her belt. Her debut novel is Imperfect Love and first in the 4Ever Series. It was followed by From a Jack 2 A King and a few What If Novels that takes place in the 4Ever Series, all of them alternative outcomes of events if different choices were made. She will publish later this year another Standalone novel Finding Mr. Right. To find out more about Isabella and her novels you can visit her website or follow her on any of her social medias.

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EXCERPT: FATALITY

The weekend was upon them before Holly could blink.

She had class until eleven, so her mother was doing their packing since she had taken the day off work. They’d also opted to let Jamie stay home from school, who was so excited about the trip, she’d proudly told Holly that she was going to help Nanna pack.

Frank would be picking Holly up right after her class, and from there they’d all go straight to the airport to catch a flight to Montana—the location of the luxury resort they’d be staying at.

Holly was still dead set against going on the trip because she was stressed about her upcoming test. But since her mother had said she wouldn’t take Jamie if Holly didn’t go, there was no way she’d get any studying done, anyway. 

Her stomach turned at the mere thought of the test. It was ridiculous. She knew everything, as both her mother and Rod had pointed out, and she knew every step of each procedure, thanks to Dr. Somers letting her assist him in surgery. However, she couldn’t shake the sick feeling roiling in her stomach.

She wished Rod was joining her on this trip, if only so she could have someone other than her mother and Frank to hang out with.

With her class done, she hurried to the front of the building where Frank’s Mercedes was already waiting at the curb. She got in, muttering a greeting to her mother and Frank, then gave Jamie a kiss and a cuddle.

The drive to the airport was excruciating as her mother and Frank tried their level best to make small talk with her, but she wasn’t in the mood for any type of talking.

An unsettling feeling that something bad was going to happen tormented her.

It couldn’t be the flight that was making her feel this way, even though she was a tad nervous, and it couldn’t be the getaway, either, because she had made peace with it. Perhaps she was really stressed about the test. And perhaps, her mother was right; she did need a break.

She tried to push the feeling aside and concentrated on Jamie and her excitement. Jamie kept up a barrage of constant questions, all due to the excitement about flying. It was her first time on a plane, and her four-year-old brain was curious as to how the plane would stay in the air, and a bunch of other questions that no one could explain the answers to.

Holly watched her mother and Frank as they all stood in line, waiting to go through security. It was evident by the look on her mother’s face, as well as her body language, that Jane was head over heels for the guy.

Holly couldn’t deny that they made a great couple.

When they got through security and made themselves comfortable in the waiting area, Jamie recited a song for Frank which, if the smile on his face was anything to go by, he enjoyed tremendously. But his expression suddenly changed, the smile turning into a frown as he studied Jamie’s face.

Holly wasn’t liking the way Frank was looking at Jamie—it wasn’t the first time she’d caught him staring at her—almost as if Jamie reminded him of someone. Whenever he got that look, questions regarding Jamie’s father were brought up. He’d tried on numerous occasions to get Holly to tell him who Jamie’s father was, but Holly never relented. She’d always tell him the same thing, that Jamie’s father wasn’t important enough to discuss, considering he hadn’t wanted them. 

Frank never said why he wanted to know who her daughter’s father was, and she never asked. But she‘d always had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that he somehow knew the Peterses, the reason she’d caught him starting at Jamie a number of times—he was surely seeing Jake in Jamie.

But she couldn’t ask him that straight out as it would lead to more questions, and then she would have no choice but to admit that Jake Peters was Jamie’s father. If that happened, a series of unfortunate, and probably horrible, things would follow. So she kept her mouth shut.

She knew that if Jake ever discovered she’d kept the baby, he would do whatever was in his power to take her away from Holly.

Thinking this way was probably irrational, considering Jake had wanted her to get an abortion, but Jamie was the type of kid who crawled into one’s heart, dirty feet and all. She had everyone falling in love with her on the spot—a trait she shared with her father.

When Frank’s gaze shifted to her, Holly looked away, pretending to read through her textbook.

“Please tell me you are not going to study the whole weekend,” Jane remarked as she dropped into the chair next to her.

“Mom, I don’t feel ready for the test.”

“You are ready, sweetheart. Believe me.”

There was no point arguing with her mother, so Holly gave her a tired smile.

“Put it away, please. It’s family time.”

Acquiescing, she shoved her textbook into her carry-on. Just then, the flight was announced and passengers were called for boarding. 

Jamie, beside herself with glee, jumped up and down as they all stood up. She grabbed hold of Frank’s hand and bounced along beside him, Holly and Jane following behind.

Holly took a deep, shaky breath.

“Are you nervous about the flight, sweetheart?”

“Maybe. I don’t know, Mom. I just have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.”

Jane wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brushed her lips across her cheek. “I’ll be right by your side. Like always.”

Holly smiled. Getting her mother back was the second good thing that had come out of the horrible situation. And this time around, her mother was her rock, just as it was supposed to be. 

* * *

The flight was uneventful, and Holly even managed to relax a bit. Once they landed, Frank went to collect what was needed so he could take possession of their rental car. Holly settled in for the four-and-a-half-hour drive, resting her head against the window, watching the trees flash by as they drove.

The words Black River Lodge eventually appeared before they turned into the resort’s entrance. It was clear that this was a getaway for people with expensive tastes and an abundance of money.

Holly’s jaw dropped when the lake came into view. It was magnificent. She saw a marina where various boats and jet skis were moored, and a large board that listed all available water activities. In the winter, it was a ski resort, so the board had all the winter activities listed as well. 

Opulent cabins were scattered all over the grounds.

“Oh, Frank, this is gorgeous,” Jane said, her hand on her chest. She couldn’t stop looking every which way, wanting to take everything in.

Holly was doing the same. The place was so beautiful that a part of her was happy she’d come with them.

“We’re going to stay here?” Jamie asked, her eyes as wide as saucers.

“For the entire weekend, munchkin,” Frank answered.

Jamie squealed with glee.

Once inside, Holly, Jamie, and Jane settled themselves on the plush couch in reception, while Frank checked them in.

They were taken on a tour around the resort, which was beyond impressive, and then were led to their cabin. Holly’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sheer beauty and opulence of the place. Her eyes darted around the cabin, as her feet took her from room to room—a lounge, kitchen, two bedrooms and two bathrooms were at their disposal. 

She was eager to go the pool and lounge on one of the many deck chairs, and Jamie, who was bouncing on the balls of her feet, clapped her hands excitedly and begged to go swimming. But first, Holly had to get them set up in their room.

“This is beautiful, Mommy,” Jamie said with delight.

“It is, isn’t it?” Holly winked at her. “You should give Uncle Frank a big hug for bringing us with him.”

“I will, I will,” Jamie shrieked and ran out of their room.

Holly trailed her fingers over the soft bedspread. The place was really what dreams were made of. If Jake hadn’t abandoned them, Jamie would’ve been used to this.

She heard Frank laugh as Jamie yelled, “Thank you!” Over and over again. A smile spread across Holly’s face. Her little girl was so excited. The knots in her stomach were slowly unraveling and she blew out a breath. Perhaps this place was just what she needed after all.

Holly quickly changed into her bikini, then called Jamie so she could get her into her swimsuit. She tickled Jamie when she was dressed, then blew a raspberry into neck. 

“Mommy, no!” Jamie squealed through her giggles. “Swim! We’re gonna go swim now.”

Holly chuckled. “Yes, baby. Mommy just needs to get our things together.” She hurriedly threw some towels into a bag, along with sunscreen, a juice box for Jamie and a bottle of water for herself, then left the room with Jamie bouncing alongside her. Her daughter was packed to the brim with pent-up energy; hopefully the swim would wear her out.

“No, they haven’t checked in yet, but I expect they will soon,” Frank said, just as Holly entered the lounge. 

“I can’t wait to meet your brother.”

“He’s going to love you,” Frank said.

Jane looked up at Holly and chuckled. “I see you two are all ready to go to the pool.”

“It’s calling my name.”

“Do you have Jamie’s floating vest?”

“Yes, Mom. It’s in the bag.”

“Just making sure.” Jane got up and hugged her. “Glad I dragged you here?”

“Very.” Holly smiled.

“See, mothers always know best.”

“That they do,” Holly agreed. She waved at Frank, then took Jamie’s hand and headed out to the pool. When they got there, she tightened her grip on Jamie’s hand as she surveyed the area. A few people lounged on deckchairs, and a group of couples were splashing and hanging on to each other in the pool.

She missed that. That closeness, that feeling of safety and home when that special someone wrapped their arms around you.

She shook her head. She was here to relax, not wallow in self-pity. Setting their bag down next to the closest deck chair, she sat down, trapping Jamie between her legs so she could put the swimming vest on her. The minute the last fastening clicked into place, Jamie pried herself loose from between Holly’s legs and ran toward the pool, jumping in without a care in the world.

“Look, Mommy,” she called, waving her arms excitedly.

“I see you, baby.” Holly grinned at her daughter—so happy, so carefree, the joy of her life. The best thing in her life; the picture of perfection. 

Someday, she’d give Jamie the life she would have had if Jake had stuck around, it was just going to take a little while longer to get there. But her little girl deserved the best, and Holly would make sure she got it.

An hour or so later, her mother and Frank joined them, greeting a few people around the pool. He also introduced Jane to them.

Holly remained where she was, keeping an eye on Jamie. She was overprotective, but so were most mothers—it went without saying that the world was a terrible place.

She caught a few people glancing at Jamie a couple of times, which wasn’t really out of the ordinary—Jamie was in her element in the pool and it showed—but all it did was make Holly’s stranger-danger radar go off even more than usual.

When the sky turned dark, Holly got Jamie out of the pool, gathered their things, and went back to the cabin. She gave Jamie a warm bath and let her play in the tub while she took a shower.

When both were dressed, they settled themselves on the couch in the lounge, staring out at the view of the lake, Jamie’s head resting on Holly’s lap. The lights from the poolside bar twinkled on the water.

It wasn’t long before Jamie’s head became heavy on her lap. She looked down at her daughter. Jamie had fallen asleep, her face as sweet as an angel’s. Today had been a long day of traveling, and the fun in the pool had tired Jamie out as Holly had thought it would.

She was stroking Jamie’s hair when Jane and Frank entered the cabin. Holly shushed them, nodding down at Jamie’s sleeping form. 

Frank walked over to her and scooped Jamie into his arms, taking her into the bedroom. Holly turned slightly to look over her shoulder; Frank tucked Jamie in and then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. When he returned to the lounge, he had the same look on his face he’d had at the airport, and on many other occasions.

She often wondered if Frank knew the Peterses, and if so, how well he knew them. Or was this train of thought—one she’d had a number of times—all just paranoia?

“They have child care if you want to join us for dinner and drinks, sweetheart.”

“No, but thank you, Mom. I don’t feel comfortable leaving Jamie with a stranger. You could bring me something to eat, though. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to study? You came here to rest.”

“I won’t study. Scout’s honor,” Holly said with a laugh. She’d never been a scout, so it didn’t count. She’d wait until her mother and Frank left before she got her textbooks out. She needed to study.

When her mother and Frank went to their room to get ready, she heard her mother talking. Frank’s brother and his family had finally arrived, and it turned out that most of the resort had been booked out for them.

Holy shit. How wealthy were these people?

Her mother kissed her cheek on their way out, and Frank gave her a hint of a smile. As soon as the door shut behind them, she got her textbooks out, figuring she could at least get an hour or two of studying in before they returned. She’d hide the book behind one the couch’s pillows and pretend to have fallen asleep in front the TV. 

But she’d only been revising her notes for Tuesday’s test for about forty minutes when the door suddenly opened.

She quickly shoved the book behind the pillow, grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. The one thing she didn’t do was pretend to be asleep as it was too early for that.

Showing surprise, she glanced up at her mother, whose eyes were as big as saucers. Something wasn’t right. “Mom…you’re back early. Everything okay?”

“No.” Her mother stared at her, a panicked look on her face. “We need to leave. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.”

“This? What do you mean? And why do we need to leave? What’s happened?”

“It’s the Peterses. Frank knows them. It’s not his brother who’s here—it’s Gus Peters. Frank explained that the reason he called him brother was because of some childhood bond or whatever. I can’t believe it’s that wretched family. I’m so sorry.”

Every last ounce of air left Holly’s lungs, and something akin to a vice grip squeezed the life out of her heart. Her eyes darted toward the room Jamie was asleep in.

“Holly, did you hear what I said?”

“How, Mom? How are we going to leave? What did you tell Frank?”

“I told him I wasn’t feeling well, and that I was tired.”

“Do you think he bought it?” She was now in full-on panic mode.

“Yes, yes. I’m good at keeping a straight face, even though it was extremely hard to do it with Frank.”

“Did you see Jake?”

“No, I didn’t. But I was introduced to Gus and that wife of his.” Jane didn’t like Mara since the woman had been a part of the event that took place four years ago.

“How are we going to get out of here, Mom? It took us four-and-a-half hours to get here in the first place! We can’t tell Frank the truth. He’ll tell them. This was a mistake.” She took a couple of deep breaths, the knots in her stomach returning, coiling tighter than before. “That’s the reason why I felt so…”

Tears welled in her eyes. This was going to end badly. She could feel it.

There was a knock on the door, and Holly froze, her insides icing over with fear.

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TITLE: From a Jack to a King
Author: Isabella White
Pages: 284
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Released: 15 October 2018
Published: Fire Quill Publishers

Description: The movie “Nottinghill” with a dash of flames.

World-renowned author Rebecca Finlay seems to have it all—award-winning books, fame and fortune—but her reality is bleaker than the public eye sees. Widowed three years ago, she tries to juggle her celebrity status while raising her two teenagers. She never thought she’ find love again, until she meets Jack Priestly.

There are only three things Jack Priestly loves—his restaurant The Boathouse, his family, and his ordinary, private life. But when celebrity author Rebecca Finlay walks into his life with her beauty and the constant flash of cameras, he starts to fall, and hard. She is everything his heart has ever desired, everything he thought he’d never have again, but he struggles to accept the fame that goes hand in hand with who she is. Will he find a way to deal with the limelight that surrounds her, or will it drive them apart?

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adrienneUSAToday Best Selling author, Isabella White, lives with her family in South Africa where she writes full time. Her debut novel is Imperfect Love, a contemporary romance in the 4Ever series, with the third, called Endless Love due in 2018.
More contemporary romance novels will follow in the near feature. The what if novels that will go together with the 4Ever series, and a brand new title called From a Jack to a King will be available in 2018.

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EXCERPT

Becky

“I’m so sorry, Becks. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Mona stood in her hotel room with a sniffing and coughing Jonathan, clutching a blanket.
“Stop apologizing. Just move the meeting to a place where Jonathan can play.”
Mervyn gaped at her. “Just like that? You want to sign a contract at some hobo place?”
“Family restaurants aren’t hobo places. What the hell is wrong with you lately? You have a stick up your ass?”
His face fell. Becky hated it when Mervyn acted snobby over restaurants that catered to kids. They were people, too. Hopefully one day he’d want a child; then he’d come begging for a character reference to adopt.
“You do know we’re meeting with the executives of FireQuill Studios, right?”
“Yes, and I am a normal person with a kid problem.”
“You are not normal, Becky. You are Rebecca-fucking-Finlay. And you don’t have a kid problem. She does.” He pointed at Mona.
Mona playfully snapped her teeth at the finger Mervyn pointed in her face.
Unmoved, he said, “Lesley is not going to love this one.”
“Then she can find herself another client. I’m sure there are plenty of firms that would love to take me on.”
“Ouch! Momma bear is on fire,” Mona sang.
“Be glad she’s Rebecca Finlay, girl. This would not fly with anyone else.”
“I’m with Becks. Take that plank out of your ass, Fancy Pants.”
“Enough,” Becky warned. “The two of you are worse than a couple of five-year-olds. Mervyn, it’ll be fine. The ‘hobo restaurant’ will just have to do for today. Mona, make the arrangements, and please don’t let anyone find out I’ll be there. I’m not ready to deal with cameras.”
“FireQuill Studios is not going to love this.”
“Fuck FireQuill Studios. If they don’t understand, maybe they’re not the right production company.”
Mervyn rolled his eyes. “Whatever you want, Your Highness.”
Becky frowned. “Stop that. That was the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever written about me.”
“You are that good, Rebecca,” Mervyn protested. “That article was as good as being crowned the Queen of England…without the big-ass castle.”
“Not really,” she said.
“You’re not even going to try and embrace the nickname, are you?”
“No, because it’s a dumbass title. I’m only an author who loves telling her stories.”
“Your stories are the shit, though,” Mona added.
“And that is all I want.”
“Oh, stop. You love the money, too. ”
“Buying whatever Zach and Chloë want. Don’t try to deny it.”
Becky’s face fell. She sighed. “If only money could buy the things I truly want for my children.”
“Is something wrong with them?” Mona asked.
“They’re teenagers. It’s probably normal not to want anything to do with me.”
“Yeah,” Mervyn agreed. “That’s teenagers, pretty much. Although…you can always bribe them.”
“It doesn’t work! But maybe I just wasn’t strong enough.”
“Everything will work out fine, Becks.” Mona rubbed her back. “You’ll see.”
“I hope so.” She gave Mona a small smile.
Mervyn clapped. “It’s time to get you dressed for the hobo restaurant. Even if they don’t deserve Rebecca Finlay, you still have to look worth every penny.”
She rolled her eyes. “Do I really have to?”
“Yes, it’s a must. And I have just the number that will go with those dreamy legs of yours, and fit the hobo restaurant vibe. We don’t want you to stick out like a sore thumb,” he said, sticking his finger in Becky’s face. “Even though you deserve to stand out. I just don’t think the hobo restaurant is the right occasion for that.”

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A Curse of the Lucky blog tour

 

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Two things that Jack Smith has always had: bad legs and bad luck. With a violent attack at the Tarrytown Independence Day Carnival, that bad luck has caught up to him with deadly consequences. Going on the run with Jaelle–the mysterious girl of his dreams–he descends into a world of curses, blessings, and fortunetelling Gypsies. The deeper he gets, the more he realizes she might just be the one to save his life… or end it.

The Mr. Lucky Trilogy begins with A Curse of the Lucky.

 

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My hands stung. Bad. And they looked like ground beef. I should have grabbed my gloves before leaving the house. And my leg braces. Then I could have put a little more weight on my legs. Or I could have just stayed home. The end result for this failed mission would have been the same. It wasn’t gonna happen.

Across the hub, Fiona stood beneath the Ferris Wheel, talking to some buzz-cutted, badly tattooed guy. White t-shirt, black shorts, and combat boots rounded out the general tough-guy-hooligan look he had going on. I’d never seen him around town; probably just some carny hitting on her.

With every second that passed I drifted further and further from my destiny with Becky London.

Until Fiona waved to me.

Instinctively I returned the gesture, waving at her with the small stuffed animal stuck to my five-fingered raw hamburger.

“Hi, Jack,” she called to me, with a smile.

The carny crossed his arms, flexed his tattooed biceps, and glared at me.

My throat clenched and my hand froze. Was this really going to happen? Was I actually going to get an opportunity to ask Becky out?

I picked up my crutches, ready to head toward Fiona, when a shout for help came to me from behind the fortuneteller’s tent.

Wasn’t that just my luck?

About the Author:

Nathan Wrann was born in Florida and moved around a lot as a child, growing up in New York, New Hampshire, Connecticut, California and finally back to Florida. No matter where he lived you would likely find Marvel Comics or a book in his hand with genres ranging from fantasy (The Black Cauldron), to SE Hinton’s teen dramas (The Outsiders), to Stephen King’s entire catalogue from Carrie through Tommyknockers. At the age of seventeen he joined the U.S. Army as a Military Policeman, and following that, graduated from Southern Connecticut State University with a degree in video production and theater.

Currently Mr. Wrann is a writer, publisher and (formerly) independent filmmaker living in West Haven, Connecticut with his rescued Chihuahuas Napoleon and Gatsby, pain-in-the-butt cat Konstantine, and

wife Kimberly. Nowadays, in between books, you’ll find him enjoying horror films, YA Paranormal TV series (Vampire Diaries, Sabrina, etc), and the Marvel and Star Wars Cinematic Universes.

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Author’s Note RE: the Mr. Lucky Trilogy & Dark Matter Heart: The Mr. Lucky Trilogy is a Dark Matter Heart World Expander. The events in this series take place in the same world, with the same paranormal concepts and rules as Dark Matter Heart, but with all new characters and adventures. Opportunity abounds for crossover stories bringing all the characters together.

It is not necessary to read Dark Matter Heart to enjoy the Mr. Lucky Trilogy, but I think you’ll like it.

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Thank you Dear Reader, we have much fun ahead of us.

-Nathan Wrann

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Exile in Darkness Blog tour April 29 -May 3

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Heritage and magic matter to the London covens.
Aristocratic witch, Isabella Pethany, has heritage but not magic.

Underworld powerbroker, amnesiac vampire Maldit, has magic but no heritage.

Lukas Sindis, coven sorcerer and famous psychopath, has both.

Isabella’s null magic status makes her an embarrassment to her family, but since her sister was murdered, she is all they have left. Guilt makes her willing to do almost anything to compensate for her lack of value, but her grandmother’s proposal to match her with Lukas, in a bid to bring strong magic back to their bloodline, is a step too far.

When Maldit rescues a strange witch from hunting vampires, his main concern is to limit trouble in his territory. Witches are notoriously troublesome, and this one is no exception. Her proximity slashes through his damaged memory, allowing him to catch glimpses of his forgotten past.

Drugs have suppressed Lukas’s magic for almost twenty years, filling him with a reservoir of trapped power. When he escapes, his magic bursts free, falling like a tidal wave on Maldit and Isabella, sweeping away the spells paralysing both of them.

The dark secrets of the London coven are about to explode into the light of day.

 

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“What do you think you’re doing?” As soon as they were in the taxi, Daisy started on her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Isabella folded her arms, hunched her shoulders and huddled in her corner of the back seat.

“Don’t lie to me. You let that vampire kiss you. Are you insane?” Spiralling strands of pale hair rose like a halo around Daisy’s face. “And he came to your house. He knows where you live.”

“Your ponytail’s coming undone.”

“Isabella!” Daisy’s voice rose to a screech.

“I like him.” She hadn’t even reached the stage of admitting it to herself yet. Daisy was a pain in the ass. Isabella had never understood how such loud noises emerged from such a small person.

“He’s a vampire.”

“Maybe.”

“A vampire, Izzy. The same species you just told me killed your sister. What happens if he bites you again? What happens if you get addicted? What if—”

“Daisy—”

Daisy blew out an impatient breath. “I can see he’s absolutely gorgeous. Those cheekbones… I’d like to paint him, but for goodness sake, Izzy. You kissed him.”

“All right. I get what you’re saying.” Daisy’s rapidly rising voice made her head ache. “But he’s not like that. And he might help find out who killed Natalie. I need to know.”

“So you’ll see him again? Even if he’s likely to kill you?”

“He’s not going to kill me. He saved my life and anyway, like I said, it might as well be him as Lukas Sindis.”

“And what do expect to get from him? That kiss wasn’t about your sister. Are you looking for a fling?”

“I—”

“Vampires don’t do sex. Remember? Xenobiology level 1? They bite.”

About the Author:

Annalisa Carr lives in the English Lake District with her two cats. She writes in multiple genres, but has a weakness for paranormal romance and urban fantasy.

As a child Annalisa wanted to be a scientist, wear a white coat and explore outer space. She worked as a scientist for a very long time, but never got to fly a spaceship or even travel beyond the solar system. This was a huge disappointment given the reasons for her career choice, so eventually she made up stories instead. Probably just as well, as she is claustrophobic.

Exile in Darkness is set in the same world as the Children of Poseidon series; a slightly skewed version of London.

Annalisa also writes dystopian science fiction under the name ‘Anne Cleasby’.

https://annecleasby.com

http://www.annalisacarr.com

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