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To be a good writer you have to be obsessed with stories, and to become a better writer you have to constantly feed your thirst for better storytelling. Because English is not my first Language (Afrikaans is) I have to constantly read new books to learn the written word better – so I am always on the hunt for new reads and I end up falling in love with the stories and have to share them with you all before I forget about them. So here are my newly discovered worlds for this month. It is also my duty as an avid reader to share good story lines with you!
SHE THOUGHT THERE COULD BE NO FUTURE FOR SOMEONE LIKE HER UNTIL SOMETHING BLOOMED IN HER HEART – A PHOENIX. Disabled and rejected in her community, Sersha has never had a best friend. Until one day, a phoenix enters her world, tied to her heart in a way no one can break. Now, this great fiery beast has adopted her as his best friend and he wants to take her away from the world she’s known until now. But Sersha’s village is in trouble and unless she can learn to work with her phoenix friend right now, they might both lose the future they were counting on. Will Sersha’s big heart be enough to forge a bond between them?
For lovers of DRAGON SCHOOL, CROWN OF FEATHERS, DRAGON RIDERS OF PERN and HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE comes a new serial novella series from USA Today bestselling author, Sarah K. L. Wilson, sure to fill you with the love of adventure and bright hope.
Gods May Cry: A Monster Romance (Monsters of the Dark Fae Book 1)
The Woods are… Monstrous, Dark and Deep.
Not all fae are pretty…some are frightening. Claws, thorns, and tentacles. Nightmares from shadow. I was promised to the worst of them all.
The Prince of Death.
He comes to my dreams, devours me at night. He means to consume every part of me. But my broken heart sings to him as it calls to the other hellish creatures who crave me too.
My family were the ones who stole dark magic from the Unseelie fae. For seven years, my blood and sacrifices are supposed to pay the price. But the spark between us holds a secret.
It runs through my veins. Power only a queen should have. Twisted. Dormant. Dangerous.
Humans aren’t meant to be divine.
The Monsters of the Dark Fae will hunt me down. The Starless Royals will bathe in my blood. The Sluagh will consume me.
But Gods may cry, the deadly host shall rise, and the world will weep…
A missing King, a headstrong Prince, and a Queen who can’t see past her grief makes for a bad combination.
The tension between the Unseelie and Seelie has turned into a full out war, one that Cora is unprepared to handle. With less than a year of training under her belt, she’s forced into the fight while trying to keep a level head for both herself and the prince, a nearly impossible task. They’re constantly torn between their blossoming love and the war that’s growing each day.
When Noah makes the terrible decision to hunt down the King alone, Cora must see him safely to the frontlines of the Seelie army, although the journey is more dangerous than either of them bargained for. Especially when finding the King means crossing the border into the Dragon Lands as well.
Noah and Cora are stronger together, especially when they have each other’s backs in battle. But when death is on the line, and an eerie truth is revealed, will their love be strong enough to give the Unseelie a fighting chance in Faerie?
Fans of Bella Forrest and Stephenie Meyer will devour this new-adult, paranormal romance!
Heart of the Hunted: A deliciously dark, romantic Snow White retelling. (ADULT)
Autumn’s future is on the line when a courier never shows up to retrieve weapons her family created for nobles of a northern kingdom, and those nobles dislike waiting. With no choice, Autumn sets out to deliver them herself, but she’s never been outside the kingdom of Lohr and the country of Catalan is riddled with dark magic. Creatures long extinct have attacked villages, and her journey quickly becomes more about survival than adventure.
The Queen has ordered Sahlyn to bring her Autumn’s heart after the mirror conjured her vision, but the young woman nearly plunges a blade through his instead. That is, after she saves his life.
With a life debt owed, Sahlyn produces a plan to trick the queen into thinking he’s killed the girl. Despite the repercussions his failure will bring him, he lets the maiden go free.
Sparks fly when they are reunited on a perilous quest to find a legendary weapon that will end the queen’s murderous reign, once and for all.
If you are anything like me, you never stop collecting a pile of have-to-read next books. I came across these newish books I put on my reading pile and I think you should check them out too!
SHE THOUGHT THERE COULD BE NO FUTURE FOR SOMEONE LIKE HER UNTIL SOMETHING BLOOMED IN HER HEART – A PHOENIX. Disabled and rejected in her community, Sersha has never had a best friend. Until one day, a phoenix enters her world, tied to her heart in a way no one can break. Now, this great fiery beast has adopted her as his best friend and he wants to take her away from the world she’s known until now. But Sersha’s village is in trouble and unless she can learn to work with her phoenix friend right now, they might both lose the future they were counting on. Will Sersha’s big heart be enough to forge a bond between them?
For lovers of DRAGON SCHOOL, CROWN OF FEATHERS, DRAGON RIDERS OF PERN and HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE comes a new serial novella series from USA Today bestselling author, Sarah K. L. Wilson, sure to fill you with the love of adventure and bright hope.
Not all fae are pretty…some are frightening. Claws, thorns, and tentacles. Nightmares from shadow. I was promised to the worst of them all.
The Prince of Death.
He comes to my dreams, devours me at night. He means to consume every part of me. But my broken heart sings to him as it calls to the other hellish creatures who crave me too.
My family were the ones who stole dark magic from the Unseelie fae. For seven years, my blood and sacrifices are supposed to pay the price. But the spark between us holds a secret.
It runs through my veins. Power only a queen should have. Twisted. Dormant. Dangerous.
Humans aren’t meant to be divine.
The Monsters of the Dark Fae will hunt me down. The Starless Royals will bathe in my blood. The Sluagh will consume me.
But Gods may cry, the deadly host shall rise, and the world will weep…
A missing King, a headstrong Prince, and a Queen who can’t see past her grief makes for a bad combination.
The tension between the Unseelie and Seelie has turned into a full out war, one that Cora is unprepared to handle. With less than a year of training under her belt, she’s forced into the fight while trying to keep a level head for both herself and the prince, a nearly impossible task. They’re constantly torn between their blossoming love and the war that’s growing each day.
When Noah makes the terrible decision to hunt down the King alone, Cora must see him safely to the frontlines of the Seelie army, although the journey is more dangerous than either of them bargained for. Especially when finding the King means crossing the border into the Dragon Lands as well.
Here is my temp inspiration board. Temp, because this book has so many things going on all at the same time . So keep following my posts to find out how the story develops closer to release day November 18.
A love so Lonely is on Pre-order yes, but that doesn’t mean I stop developing and crafting my book until the last minute.
In the distance, a luminous crescent moon hangs bright over rooftops of the town and glistens off the river that snaked through the valley, past the harbor, where the ships dock. From her position upon the hill, she can see right over the tall, wooden walls of the town, count all the steeples that makes up the town’s city center of New Amsterdam with a massive structure made of stone rising up in the middle.
Violet tucks a strand of a rebellious dark curl of hair behind her ear, slowly walking around the tree, taking in the sweet, soft smell of jasmine that grows at the base of the oak. She lays her bag down on top of a big tree root, protecting it from the muddy ground. At her excitement, she begins to hum a tune, the sounds of which originates in Hungary.
Violet twirls in the breeze, her colorful skirts and beads splaying around her before she sits down on the moss-covered bark of enormous roots that come up from the ground to form a labyrinth. A soft rumble over the ocean beyond the city echoes over the sleeping town. She takes a band from her arm and ties her hair as a gust of wind whips it over her face, her bangles chiming dying down as she sits quietly in wait. Then she hears the slight snap of a branch. She manages to get to her feet on time and reaches for her dagger. But a blade is already at her throat.
Her enraged fist comes out, connecting with the attacker’s stomach behind her, and her head snaps back, hitting against her attacker’s nose really hard. She spins around with stars in her eyes and blurry vision, readying herself for a fight and kicks out, blindly
“It’s me,” Ladin shouts, one hand covering his nose, the other impeding her kick.
But as excited as she is to see him, she’s still fueled with enough anger to kick out one more time, connecting with Ladin’s hip, and manages to drive him a few paces away from her.
“My lady, if it were not me?” he explains, wiping at his bloody nose.
With her hand on her hip, she scolds him, “I would have evaded the brute, and you know that.”
“You probably would, you have a great teac—” Ladin stops mid-sentence staring at Violet, taken back by her beauty. She is the same Violet with eyes so blue they shine nearly purple beneath the shimmer of stars. Her dark brown hair longer, thicker, and streaked with gold. Womanhood suites her well, he muses.
When Ladin advances toward her, Violet moves back, the light of the moon casting an ethereal glow onto her dark olive skin. But she seems different to him since they last saw each other nearly eight months ago. Her body fuller, her skin glistening. Her lips lusher, and dare he say her bust even bigger beneath her hooded cloak, the button straining to hold the two sides together.
Still half in battle stance, Violet smiles at him as he gawks at her. “Hey, eyes up here, mister.”
“Violetta.”
His lips curl into a smile so bright it lights up her heart, “I’m going to regret telling you my full name.” She says with the shake of her head.
When a bolt of lightning zaps through the sky over the ocean, a shiver rakes over her. Violet looks up at the branches of the oak as the moonlight seems to light up the yellow, orange, brown, and red autumn-colored leaves like heavenly fire.
“Ladin.” She stops a hairsbreadth away, savoring each moment as her new life unfolds around her.
He takes her into his arms and looks up into the tree with her. “Do you remember our first meeting?”
“How can I forget such a handsome face? It was beneath this very tree we met, Ladin.”
He bows and kissed her hand. “I want to hear all about it.”
“Very well,” she teases, pretending to be shy, her eyes still gazing up at the heavenly lit tree.
“A boy coming of age, who fought off a rabid bobcat from stealing a young lady’s dinner.”
He pulls a face. “Ladies don’t climb trees.”
Their eyes meet. Violet hushes him with her hand covering his mouth, so she may continue their playful re-enactment. “She had climbed the tree with her daily hunt of squirrel and berries, chased by a fervent, gigantic bobcat up the tree. Young, innocent girl at fourteen years of age, she sat screaming at the cat from the top of a branch when a voice came from the shadowed forest a few paces away.”
“‘You think you are going to scare a wild animal off by throwing twigs and berries at it?’” he added, reanimating the scene and his very words that day.
She swings away from Ladin and keeps with the story, her bangles creating music to their play. “The young girl pulled a strange face at the boy’s sudden interruption, quickly feeling silly about her choice of action against the wild cat ‘If I had a knife…’ she spat back at the stranger.”
Ladin follows her around the tree and listens as Violet spins into him with a serious face to emphasize the drama.
“The words hadn’t left her mouth yet when the shine of the handsome boy’s blade caught her eye the same moment his blade left his hand. She yelled for him to stop.”
Ladin continues, “Startled by the girl’s outrage, he missed his target, the blade stuck in the tree.” He huffed, running his hand over the gash in the tree stump. Ladin smiles, cocks his head to the side as he replays his action of that day. “‘I wasn’t going to kill the animal,’ the dashing, brave, selfless stranger said to the young girl.”
Violet rolls her eyes at his ego.
Ladin bows before her, stretching out his hand “Then the stranger did something that made him even more desirable. ‘You may call me Ladin,’ he had said with a polite bow.”
Violet gives a soft giggle at the memory. “The girl thought the stranger a mad fool with a curtsy and an accent she couldn’t place…”
Ladin pulls a silly face. “And even though her English was so bad, he still found her very interesting, he tells her.” Staring at her back as she playfully walks before him, circling the tree just out of his reach, he says, “The beautiful girl with her wild, cocoa-colored curls and untamed violet eyes sat perched on her haunches on top of the branch, her skirts hiked up her thighs just enough to make the boy’s mind …”
Violet shoots him a look over her shoulder. “Even with her raw catch in her lap, the blood and berries staining and stinking up her dress?” she asks incredulously, interfering with his retelling.
Ladin pulls Violet toward him, her back to his chest as he gently takes her head and places it against his shoulder and undoes the one button holding her cloak. He exposes her neck and takes in the smell of her vanilla scent. With his hand gliding down the nape of her neck and down her shoulders, he adds, “Even then, she smelt of love.” He whispers.
“You are crazy,” she says out loud, feeling the desire roil inside her stomach at his tender touch.
“I missed the way you smell, the way you feel,” he moans into her ear as she lay back into him, her body aching with desire as she presses her curves to his.
“And I you.” She maneuvers her head so that their lips meet. But when she feels his hands on her body, moving down toward her hips, she whirls around and kisses him fully on the lips, leaving enough space between them to drive him crazy.
Her hands pull through his tousled blonde hair laying a kiss on her bottom lip, he gives a small growl.
“You approve,” she speaks as their lips part.
He gives a wicked grin. “You know I do.” His fingers grasping at her corset when he notices she wasn’t wearing one. Then, if it were possible, his grin grows even wider.
“Oh, I see your intentions, young lady, coming here half undressed.” His eyes flash with equal desire as their gazes meet. “What would your Anya say if she knew the youngest of her daughters roam the forest so undone?” He snatches at her as she tries to move away.
“You have been practicing your Hungarian,” she approves with a smirk.
“Now come here…” he says when Violet climbs a big, protruding root and stands fully in the moonlight.
Her hands wipe down the front of her skirts and exposes her new figure. As her hand pulls the fabric tight over her abdomen, Ladin stops dead in his tracks, his arms falling to his sides.
“Violet,” is all he manages upon seeing the bump. He knows the curves of her so well. Had etched each arc, line, and feel of her into his mind before each departure. At night, out in the vast, lonely expanses of the ocean, he remembered and replayed her from memory. His act of remembrance— his savior when the ocean threatened to devour the entire crew. He moves closer, his hand hovering over her belly. “Ours?”
She nods, too ecstatic to be upset that he’d think otherwise. Violet sees his face change as he tries to calculate how far along she is.
“Thirty-nine more days to go,” she answers for him, grabbing both his hands and places them on her belly.
“How?” his eyes remain on her bump.
Her laughter echoes into the forest. “For an educated man, you sure are stupid.”
“And for a Hungarian girl,” he retorts, “You sure know a whole lot of English insults.”
With both his hands, Ladin takes Violet’s face and kisses her on the cheek, then the other, then moves toward her mouth before saying, “Do your parents know?”
She shakes her head. “You know what that would mean for them. If the band finds out about my affair with someone outside…” She swallows at the chilling thought. “The consequences would fall onto my parents. They would suffer the disgrace of being shamed and punished. My father would be tormented with a good daily flogging for the remainder of his life. Mamma stripped of her musical instruments and sent to work in the fields. They would not be able to support my siblings.” She looks away, almost feeling ashamed. “They should not have to suffer for our love.”
“What are we to do?” He turns her face gently to study her gaze.
Violet, in turn, moves out of his grip. With her hands on her hips, she scowls at him. “Make an honest woman out of me.” She stomps her foot for good measure, not caring that the mud splashes up on her skirts.
With a soft smile, he takes her by her hand and leads her to a protruding tree root. “Come sit,”
“I’m not dying Ladin, I am with child, your child.” She lets him lead her to sit anyway.
“We need to think about this, Violet.” He lets her sit on his lap as his hand caresses the small of her back.
She sits cradled there, feeling all excitement drain away, replaced by cold, hard anger. “What is there to think about? I am to have this child.”
“If the captain finds out, Violet, do you know what they would do to you, regardless if you are with child? They will violently violate you to prove to me that you are not mine to have. The names they would call you…” He pales, his already pasty complexion turning almost see-through as his mind transports him to a very dark place. His shoulders slump, his hands leave her body, and he stares up at the moon, his mind drifting away. “I wasn’t ready for this yet.”
Violet suddenly jumps up from his lap. “Oh, I see,” she sneers, her voice barely a whisper as her heart threatens to tear itself apart and swallow her whole.
He stands, grabs her, and crushes his lips to hers. “I love you,” he admits quickly.
She pulls away, almost tasting his fear, and sees the dark determination clouding his amber eyes.
“I will make this right. I will find a way to revoke…”
. “What are you talking about?”
“I thought I had time, Violet.” He paces before her, then stops to stare at her again. “I had it all planned out. I was going to give it another year.” He paces again. “There must be some way to undo…” Although his gaze meet hers, he looks right through her.
“Ladin.” Violet’s voice takes on a serious tone.
Ladin had never been so happy in his life, but the timing is not on his side. His mind a frenzy, he continues pacing when Violet makes her way to intersect his path. “Speak to me.”
He smiles, his hands gliding over her petite shoulders. “I don’t mean to scare you.” Noting the worry in her gaze. “I will never let any harm come your way.” He cups her face between his palms.
She half-smiles, but the hesitation is still there in the brightness of her violet eyes.
, “You are the most beautiful woman in all the lands.”
“You lie,” she blushes. “Have you seen my backside? This baby sure likes cake.”
His hand grabs her bottom with a wide smile. “It’s perfect.”
Her hand cups his. “As is yours.”
Ladin chuckles. “You have been practicing your English.”
“I’m sure the animals know how to speak it by now.”
He lets go of her and grants her the gift of a little peck on her forehead.
“Ladin,” she takes in his fisted hands. “Will you tell me what is going on with you? You are avoiding something of importance.” Her head tilts to the side. “Beside of fact that you cannot handle the news of our child.” Her brow arches in accusation.
“Besides. My love, it’s besides the fact…”
She shoots him a hard glare.
There was no sugar coating it. “I joined The Brotherhood,” he says flatly, knowing not to prolong the issue any longer in fear of Violet’s temper.
Her arms cross over her chest as she narrows her eyes on him. “Why would you do that, Ladin? Even after what you had discovered from them?”
Ladin had not the patience nor the heart to address her bad grammar. His head hangs in shame while he shuffles mud around with one boot. He looks up at her through dark lashes and a tilted chin. “They made an offer I could not refuse.” There is a coldness to his tone, and Violet can see some measure of torment in the angular shapes of his features. The shadows from the night cast darker circles under his eyes, causing the hard constructs of his cheekbones to become more prominent.
“What does this mean for us?” her voice comes out shaky.
“Security, for you, our children,” his eyes on her belly, “for your parents, too.” He grabs her hand. “We could have everything we want.” It sounds to her more like he was repeating someone else’s words rather than his own.
“At what cost, Ladin? I don’t have a year. It comes down to tonight.”
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Lina Tokar knows exactly the day she will die and the manner. Born stillborn, her parents made a deadly deal to save her life. The cost? Her father’s life in exchange for her, and on her Twentieth birthday, Prince Leif of Purgatory will reap her soul –his last pure soul to deliver unto the Queen to set him and his cursed Kingdom free… A week before her birthday Lina and her best friend Jonathan save a mysterious warrior’s life. In return, he gifts them a piece of a powerful artifact that may help her with her problem. In one of five pieces, Lina sets forth a plan to save herself and free Prince Leif from his 700-year curse. The problem is that there are powerful men who want the artifact and will kill anyone who gets in their way and the people they love. Easy enough for an innocent gypsy girl in the 1600’s right?
A Love so Lonely is perfect for The Originals and Six of Crows fans.
A darkness falls over the land when the Queen of Rurith dies. Consumed with grief, King Ivar blames their son, Prince Leif, for her demise, and locks him away in the castle. The Prince is left in total despair, until a girl, with hair the colour of a red sunset and green eyes shows him mercy. For six years she visits him in secret, giving him hope where none existed before. But Ruith hides many treacherous things that threaten to bring the Kingdom to its knees. Until the Prince and his beastly curse are released.
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I do not usually if ever post books with a shirtless man on the cover, but I am a huge sucker for a love story and this one grabbed my attention.
Can he save her from her future?
Shane Harding only became an enforcer for the paycheck. With a sister and elderly parents to support back in Alabama, making money was all that mattered. However, he quickly learns his new pack has dark secrets to hide. Orders are orders, but now the blood of an innocent man is on his hands, and there’s nothing he can do to change that. He knows he’ll never be able to forgive himself, but worse, he knows she won’t either.
Isabella Simmons has lived in captivity her entire life. Her bars may be made of gold, but they were just as good at keeping her trapped. She used to rebel against her parents, but when she lost her twin, she also lost her will to fight. Every moment spent in her lonely tower chipped away at the person she’d been until there was almost nothing left. Meeting Shane was like finding the light at the end of a long, lonely tunnel, but a happily ever after is out of the question.
When Shane is given another cruel command from the alphas, he’s finally had enough. He was getting the hell out of Atlanta and taking Bella with him. Can he save her from the fate her parents arranged, or will he lose her for good?
This book contains sexual themes and violence that is intended for audiences 18 and older.
Discover action like Throne of Glass and Graceling, with a twisted fairytale like Maleficent in this epic fantasy adventure. Delve into a slow-burn romance, blended with fae magic and warrior shieldmaidens, that will keep you reading all night long.
She craves vengeance. He requires justice. Fate demands both.
Without enchanted powers and struck with a curse, Princess Rowena could not prevent her family’s murder or save herself from the fallout.
Vulnerable but determined, she dares to conquer her enemies and free her people. But secret deals force her into a betrothal, tempting her into a bold decision that could cost her life.
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Amber’s life has not always been easy. The one bright spot is that she accidentally discovered the supernatural world and to keep her from spilling her new secret she now goes to supernatural high school? Sadly being the only human there doesn’t make her a cool rarity but a target.
Meet Ester Anderson , Angelic Relic hunter from The Shadowed Series book I am co-writing with USA Bestselling Fantasy author Adrienne Woods.
Ester (Essie) was raised in a Nunnery from the age of two. They taught her all about angelic relics that hold Godly power. But the Nunnery was a brutal place for a girl who does not follow blindly and so was bought by a Billionaire – Hunter Cambdone as his head relic hunter.
Essie soaked in her training and has become the best relic hunter out there. But some relic holds angelic power and seems to affect her, but we only touch on that in book one.
Teaser of book one
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Finding the entrance to the underground cave would have brought any human to the brink of insanity. But apparently I was born insane. My destiny was to mock death. The desert was blistering dry, blinding, and unforgiving.
“Oh, great.” I dropped my empty canister. Not even a lick of moisture on the rim would relieve me of the thirst. I looked back at my dune-buggy gleaming in the distance behind me, catching the direction its shadow fell on the glittering sand. We timed our mission perfectly. The entrance should be revealed by two hulking dunes shadows forming a perfect triangle and I was spot on. I huffed out loud. Of course I was. When am I ever wrong? I giggled to myself. From my backpack, I pulled out an unfolding shovel and dug at the pinnacle of the triangle. It was not long before I hit solid rock. But what I didn’t expect was a sudden gust of wind, so strong it blew me from my feet and as I looked up, a sandstorm appeared without warning. As if out of thin air.
I fell down, flat on my belly, dug my spade in to anchor me down, but it snapped on the rock and the sand was like shards of glass slicing at the exposed skin on my neck.
I cried out, but remembered I switched my coms off to reserve the battery and all I could do was hunker into a tiny ball and wait it out.
I lay my gloved hands on the rock I hit earlier and prayed for mercy and by the heavens, my call was answered and the desert that was my enemy moments ago revealed something to me the moment I lifted my head. The sandstorm had blasted the entire cave entrance open. I was eager to jump in. But once the opening was discovered, I realized the drop into the cave was a sheer rock face wall – a pit into an abyss of darkness. I swallowed my fear of the darkness. I would give no one the satisfaction of showing them my one weakness. Retrieving three glow sticks, I snapped them and dropped the luminous sticks down the gaping hole. I watched the glow all the way down until they disappeared. “Great,” I whispered to myself, “A bottomless pit.”
I lay flat on my stomach, pulled out my rope and all my climbing gear. I lifted my headgear and wiped the sweat dripping down the side of my face. I placed the headpiece back and switched on my headlamp and leaned my top half down, found the crevice I needed as top anchor, and slid three cams into the crevice. Fastening my harness, I held my bolts and chalk pouch close by. I went feet down first after securing my rope. My heart raced as the darkness enveloped me. The icy dankness was a huge reprieve from the hot Israeli desert terrain. I secured my rope to the three cammies and used my feet to climb down into the unknown. My fingers felt around for the next crack in the rock face wall. Once I found one, I wedged my first bolt into it and weaved my rope through the tiny aluminum circle. The hunt was officially on, so I switched on my coms and pushed off the rock, using my hands to slow the freefall down. Goosebumps waved over my skin from the sudden drop of temperature. I abseiled my way down meters into the encroaching darkness. I continued this until I would hear from my crew. Finally, static came through. The click of the radio in my ear.
“Es,” Mason’s voice came out raspy over the com in my ear.
“You are about twenty feet from the relic. Look behind you for the entrance.“
I turned my head. The beam of light caught nothing but more rock face. “That is impossible. There is nothing there.” I squinted and adjusted my night-vision goggles.
Amalia huffed before she raised her voice. “What do you mean, there is nothing?” I cringe at her high-pitched voice, tempted to remove my earbud. I heard her typing on her computer. She was our location surveyor and history researcher.
“Dank, air, darkness. As in nothing but more rock and moss, Amalia,” I snapped back.
“Oh, and a trickling fountain misting up the place. That type of nothing. There isn’t even a ledge or anything that I can hang on to.”
“Damn it to hell, it’s one of those lairs,” Mason croaked out.
Drew, our security expert, groaned, and I could hear him bang something on the other side. “Es,” he hesitates on his end.
“Talk to me, Drew. What is this place?”
“This place is a replica of the one in Rome, the catacombs of San Lorenzo, where we found the Stone of Cain. It’s guarded with angelic magic and modern decoys.”
“I concur.” That meant someone of importance knew it was here and was hiding it here until they came to retrieve it safely.
I cleared my thoughts, dug my nails into the rope as my feet dangled toward the devouring darkness below me.
It’s totally dark, a feeling of absolute despair and something else. I swallowed down the feeling. “Someone else has been here and has fortified it with traps.”
“How can you possibly tell that?” Amalia’s voice screeched in my ear again – this meant she failed at her job – her intel was wrong. She was also new on the job, because the one who had botched up the location of where we had retrieved the stone of Caine cost our team a life. And obviously got fired for that.
The stone of Caine was a near impossible relic to find. The stone was the very weapon Caine used to bludgeon his brother to death. A class two relic that had the power to turn the holder of the stone insane and bent on killing. The evil it held nearly took our team down. If not for my faith in the Lord, we would surely all have died that day.
Pulling my hands over my face, I groaned silently. “Are you shitting me?” Mason snapped, and I heard the three of them mumble in harsh tones.
“Hey!” I hushed them. “Stop acting like schoolgirls and let’s get the hell on with this frigging mission.”
Our project manager Mason was first to answer, “The magnetic field that is showing up on our magnetometer is dangerously high.”
Drew clicked his tongue. “Thank you, captain obvious.”
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Jumping the low-rise stone wall that marks the outermost edge of Lone Pine Estate, the tall grass crunches beneath his feet as Jonathan lands on the other side. He takes off dashing across the open field and listens for the footfalls that give chase, then stops when they do not. With a slight glance over his shoulder, he observes her stopping behind the half wall. Her arm resting against the bark of a massive Pine tree. Spots of sunlight penetrate between the dwindling leaves, aglow her light hair, resembling shimmering stars. But her face is clouded with an emotion he can’t decipher. He looks to the heavens as the last of the dark blue hues of dawn vapors away. Then he gazes back at Lina, he wishes he could stop the clock just then. This is Lina – from the first glace, a graceful beauty, but there is an infectious speck of outlandish enthusiasm bubbling near the surface. But she is anything but graceful, he smiles to himself.
“Come on Lina!” He calls to her as she hesitates on the other side. He takes a leisurely walk back towards her. Her blonde curly hair floating on the cool breeze conjures up the feeling of freedom, even if it is just for a few fleeting moments. He doesn’t want to think about how much he is going to miss her.
The early morning rays warm against his back, glint off the buckles of his boots with each step he advances. With his fists to his hips he stands a short distance away from Lina. But her face is pale, skin clammy, and her arms tremble as they holds herself up against the tree. He chooses to not bring her condition to light, for today, is Lina’s day. A day they have planned for months, a day they stole for a slip in time – for normalcy.
Johnathan wiggles his auburn eyebrows, “Are you having second thoughts?”
She huffs, “I care not for your challenges Johnathan.”
Her face absent of any expression, she flicks her hair over her shoulder.
He leans forward. “No?” Lina’s violet eyes meet his with conviction as she lifts her skirts and says. “I cannot outrun a hunter boy wrapped up in these… these… blankets.” She remarks, pulling at the layers of her skirts. And by the way, Lina avoids his gaze, he knows she isn’t being truthful. Lina the girl who can scale trees and jump streams in a dress – she’s growing weaker by the day he realizes. And they both know why. But they both avoid the painful subject matter altogether.
Jonathan bows before her. “After you, my lady.” He motions toward the open field.
Lina snickers at that. “Do not patronize me Jonathan Junkyn.” She says while lifting her skirts just below her knees where her boots end, and climbs the little wall. One of the stones loosens as her hand leans on the edge, and she slips, tumbling face-first into the dirt, legs flailing in the air like a fat cat stuck in a mouse hole as her body summersault over the wall. His first instinct of course is to rush toward her, but Lina is up as quick as she has fallen and gives him a stern look before he can reach her. Her anger falls away and Lina bursts out laughing, “I wish I could see what I looked like from your point of view.”
“Are you alright?” He tiptoes around her, stifling a laugh, and reaches out to assist her to her feet.
“Do not dare laugh, Jonathan.” She pouts and slaps his hand away, her pale cheeks immediately taking on a rosier hue.
“You know,” He says with a faint smile playing at the edge of his mouth. He stares at her while she furiously dusts off grass and dirt from her dark blue skirts, and pulls at her white puffed-up sleeves.
He rolls his eyes, “Just take it off.”
“Excuse me?” Her voice peaks, her eyes widen.
He leans forward, expressionless. Johnathan’s hand grabs at the bottom of her skirts, as he says, “We both know what you are hiding under there, you just fell with your dress over your head.”
Lina slaps his hand away for the second time.
Johnathan pulls away, shoulders squared. “If you do that again, I am not going to be a gentleman…”
“A gentleman does not lift a lady’s’ skirt.” Lina interjects.
He in turn gives a loud snort. “You are no lady,” He backs away dodging a fist that might be coming his way. “Ladies do not wear pants, tinker with tools around the house, and they definitely do not belch during dinner.”
Lina chuckles at his list of not so ladylike habits of hers. “Well then, I guess it’s a good thing that I, sir, am nothing like the tedious ladies of the town.”
“So what will it be?” Jonathan asks as he crosses his arms over his chest. “We need to go now if we want to get back before Charmain or your mom realizes we are gone,” he jerks his head towards her outfit, “but in that dress it will slow us down.” His eyebrow arch.
With a sigh, Lina points out. “Well now that the cat is out of the bag,” she motions for him to turn around while she undoes her skirts. With his back to Lina, Jonathan unsheathes his blade and starts slicing at the tall grass around him out of boredom. As he brings a long strip of grass to his mouth his shiny blade catches her reflection while she loosens her corset to remove her undershirt. The devil he is, Jonathan Junkyn watches her in the reflection of his blade as she struggles to unlace.
“Need some help there?” He calls over his shoulder.
“You keep your eyes out for any peeping-toms.” A smile playing at her blushing lips as she stares right at him.
With a few more puffs, and the quick work of practiced fingers she manages to loosen her bodice just enough to slip her dress out from under the corset. Jonathan almost chokes on the piece of grass and spits it out, as he catches a glimpse of her breasts in the reflection of the smooth shiny surface of his blade. He drops his blade with a thump as heat rushes over his entire body. As the warmth spreads, all thoughts and time seem to dissipate with the bird’s song in the nearby meadow.
“You dropped this.” he hears her say unexpectedly from beside him. Lina passes him the blade. He sheathes it and blinks furiously trying to get hold of his senses.
Lina, the smirk still playing on her lips. “Would you mind just fastening the laces please?” Staring at her back, his eyes shift from her hand holding the laces together to the tight brown leather pants he recognizes as one of his own he had outgrown a few years ago. With a gulp his eyes quickly drop to the ground, ashamed of his thoughts as he fixates on her perfectly shaped bum and shoulders. He pulls the ribbons trying not to quiver.
With nothing more than a corset at the top, the early light and dancing shadows highlight the curve of her spine and her tanned shoulders gleaming under the rising sun. “Tight enough?” His words only but a whisper.
She nods and slowly skips away toward the line of trees in the distance.
“Your shawl Lina!” He looks back to her pile of clothes stashed beneath the tree. With his blade, he lifts the thick white frill girls’ wear under their dresses and snatches up her purple shawl.
“I don’t need it out here.” Lina twirls around in the open breeze, feeling the wind, and the sun caresses her shoulders, arms, and comb through her hair, like a swallow playing in the current of the breeze. She tilts her face to the sun feeling its glorious warmth on her cheeks, her lips, and her neck. All but one place warms up. Her Mark.
“I am afraid I have to insist.” Jonathan’s stern voice breaks through her dazed dance with the sun and the sky.
Lina stops twirling, her one eye opening slightly, she gives him a sideways glance. She takes note of him standing with his blade in one hand, her purple shawl with blue flowers scrunched up in the other. “I am to decline your insulting offer.” She opens both eyes then gives him a sneaky smile and bolts. Johnathan is quicker than she is, catching her arm and spins her toward him. Lina is petite and soft, and very flexible, twisting her way out of his grip, making it past him, and takes off with a giggle echoing into the nearby valley. But his hand pulls her by her middle.
“Lina this is to be taken seriously.” He shoves the shawl before her. Her eyes narrow on his.
“I will not take that thing seriously today!” She bellows back at him and twirls out of his grasp as if all the sorrow that awaits her has vanished. Her hair flying through the wind, her skin alight with the feel of open-air, of freedom, of life, she starts to whistle – an awful sound at that. She zigzags across the meadow, bushes and saps playfully, turning around and waving at Jonathan. Her curls like a silky, sweet-smelling cape around her.
A glimpse of Lina’s black mark on her neck catches his attention, and Jonathan storms at her, catching her firmly by her shoulders. His nostrils flare, the vein alongside his temple pulsing,
“Lina, should someone see your mark…” even though his voice is soft, his eyes dig deep into hers with urgency.
She looks down at the shawl in his hand, the touch of it on her skin making her feel sick. “All I see when I look at that thing, or when it’s draped around my neck – is death.”
His other hand still wrapped around her tiny arm, he stares at her violet eyes, scared of searching for the truth that echoes in his. Eyes that hold so much bitterness and sorrow he himself feels the weight of it.
“Have I ever for one moment in your, or even mamma’s eyes been Lina, not Lina they girl marked by death?”
He so badly desires to tell her she is being insane, overdramatic even. But he can’t, because her mark is evidence enough that death is coming for her.
A Love so Lonely, from Award-winning, International, and USA Today bestselling author, Carlyle LaBuschagne
Lina Tokar knows exactly the day she will die and the manner. Born stillborn, her parents made a deadly deal to save her life. The cost? Her father’s life in exchange for her, and on her Twentieth birthday, Prince Leif of Purgatory will reap her soul –his last pure soul to deliver unto the Queen to set him and his cursed Kingdom free… A week before her birthday Lina and her best friend Jonathan save a mysterious warrior’s life. In return, he gifts them a piece of a powerful artifact that may help her with her problem. In one of five pieces, Lina sets forth a plan to save herself and free Prince Leif from his 700-year curse. The problem is that there are powerful men who want the artifact and will kill anyone who gets in their way and the people they love. Easy enough for an innocent gypsy girl in the 1600’s right?
A Love so Lonely is perfect for The Originals and Six of Crows fans.
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A civilization destroyed by magic. Those who remain are on the brink of extinction.
Thane is a Dweller, one of the last of his kind. He’s lived for a thousand years and this is the first time that his goddess has sent him to assassinate a fellow deity—a testament of how close they really are to the end. His failure is inevitable, but death is only the beginning of his biggest adventure yet. Thane is reborn into a new life, as is the way of the Dweller. When he finds himself in enemy territory he has no choice but to bind himself to a human soul. In doing so, he learns there is an ancient and powerful magic that even the gods fear. The Void is coming and it will devour everything—the gods, the realms, even magic itself. If it can be harnessed, those he has come to love will never live in fear again. Soul Legacy is a standalone 120,000-word romantic epic fantasy story featuring Thane, his soulmate Gwen, and their daughter Astrid. This is a boxed set edition of the duology “Soul Bound” and “Soul Child” intended to read as a standalone work. Content includes mild violence, language, and high fantasy concepts.
Blood and Ashes: A Dark Fantasy / Paranormal Romance Novel
Blood holds the power to both heal and destroy. The fingertips of a blood witch hold enough power to heal or destroy the entire world.
Kaelin discovers that she has incredible power at her fingertips: the power of blood magic. She’s capable of both healing and destroying. A few drops of her blood bring an abandoned baby back from the dead.
As she struggles with her newfound power, Kaelin meets an alluring stranger with eyes unlike any Kaelin has ever seen. She finds his blue eyes with a ring of lilac around the pupils absolutely mesmerizing. However, he may have entered her life with more than a romantic relationship in mind.
Stepping through a door in a decaying factory, Kaelin falls through a portal into a frightening world. There, a sickly woman with coal-black eyes rimmed in emerald green confronts her. She demands the return of “the child” and threatens consequences if her order is not obeyed.
As Kaelin hides the abandoned baby from the authorities and runs from those who threaten her, she relies on the man with whom she’s fallen deeply in love to save her. The question remains: Is he there to help her or betray her?
In the Land of Faerie, the Unseelie are dying from the spread of a fatal disease. Only the child with special blood can save them.
**Blood and Ashes is a Dark Fantasy / Paranormal Romance novel with some adult content.**
Grimm’s Fairytales meets Dark Epic Fantasy. A high-born girl learns she’s been sold as a bride to a dead goblin prince.
Being betrothed to a goblin prince is bad enough—they’re all ugly and horrid and live in dark tunnels underground. But being betrothed to a dead goblin prince? That’s an immediate death sentence!
Nineteen-year-old Rowan attempts to flee when she learns about her arranged marriage. But there’s no escaping a contract signed by the dreaded Goblin King.
Now, all the dark magic in the Realm is against her. The gruesome King of Death himself will be looking for her soon.
Rowan’s only hope is to convince the fair Nicholas—the boy she planned to run away with—to destroy her marriage contract. But it must be done before the sun rises.
Runaway witch Thorn Rosalee has a deadly power. And if she falls into the wrong hands, her soul will pay the ultimate price…
After the war among fae and witches, seventeen-year-old Thorn hides in the one place her coven will never find her. Enemy territory. But when the Unseelie King discovers her lethal secret, she’s forced to partner with his son to uncover the culprit behind Chicago’s newest serial killer.
Working with Caleb Blackwood turns into a daily battle of wills—one the prince plays dirty to win—and between bloodthirsty vampires, vicious shifters, and sinister demons, their search for answers only leads to more trouble.
Fae aren’t the only ones who notice the witch’s hidden talents. And before long, Thorn will have to face the monsters of her past to survive another day in Nightworld.
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While Gandrett and Nehelon are struggling to fit into their new role at the Fae court and secure alliances, Valyn is making his own dangerous alliances.
Addie is left to face the aftermath of a battle that redefines her relationship with the Dragon King, while in the west Brax Brenheran is presented with unexpected support and a theory that could change the course of the war.
In the meantime, Mckenzie is fighting for a way to free the Prince of Phornes of his obligations that would tumble three young royals into misery. To find military support she embarks on a journey which unearths more than just a potential ally.
A cursed omen who dreams of death. A girl who calls fire with a wish. A group of resistance fighters who need the king to die.
Prophecy has brought them together, but will it destroy them too?
Rachael is no stranger to struggle: her parents abandoned her when she was five, she is homeless, and the villagers avoid her because they fear her prophetic dreams. Rachael is okay with that—if they leave her alone, they won’t harm her, and she can look after herself. But then she meets Cephy, and Cephy isn’t used to being away from her mother’s warmth.
When her father beats Cephy again, she burns the house and her family down with her magic. The scared villagers call on the White Guard to take them away and execute them, but neither girl is ready to die. Together, they escape into a world they know nothing about… towards a Mist Woman with dark plans and a resistance plotting regicide.
Rachael wants only to live in peace, but the resistance needs her, and it promises a better tomorrow for all magically gifted. It’s everything Rachael wants and more… But is she prepared to commit the ultimate crime and claim the throne to get it?
If you like plot twists, kickass heroines, and dark destructive magic, then you’ll love the first instalment in this page-turning epic fantasy trilogy.
Starting off my writing career almost a decade ago, I also launched a book blog for one reason only – I needed to feed my brain with stories. Growing up in Apartheid South Africa we were limited to the types of books we could read. We had Disney, but I wanted more. So I spent my days outside making my own fairytales.
When I started my book blog, I read and reviewed all my new author friends’ books and was transported to infinite realms and learned the English Language well. But after about two years of saying “Yes, I will review your book.” it started weighing on me. I always finish a story on paper or on screen but like ET (do not ask) I found some books horrific to get through. And so came the hard choice to email the Author and face the dilemma of being honest (as I would want them to be to me) or lose a potential author relationship by telling them like it is.
This is how my appreciation for book bloggers to this day are still treasured. To review books is more than just a business. It is your passion , and can you ever lose that passion.
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is on the left, and her passion is clear in her work. Last year she read over 126 books – that’s 20 685 pages. And has read 45 book for 2022 already.
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First off tell us your name, your blog name and what impact books and reading had on you as a child? My name is Cherokee, I’m the co-founder of Books With a Chance of Traveling aka BookswithaChance. Books, or reading in general, has been a big part of my life as far back as I can remember. I had always been a good reader in school, and enjoyed the escape it provided from all of life’s issues, even as an adolescent.
The number one debate trending once again. Are traditionally published authors and books better in story and quality, than self-published authors? Give us the pros and cons for both. No, I don’t think so. I’ve read many traditionally published authors/books and have found them lacking in different ways. While being traditionally published is most definitely a thing to aspire to, it doesn’t necessarily make your book great. Yes, the author essentially pays nothing to be published traditionally, and their books make it into all the big name book stores, but it’s so time-consuming (several rejections before landing a publisher), low royalty rates, complicated contracts and limited creative control. Indie, or self-published, authors work so hard; from the writing to beta reads, ARC readers, and self-promo… everything they do is amazing. Their books can be published quicker than traditionally published books, they have creative freedom with their books, and the build actual relationships with their readers. Granted, indie authors have to pay for professional services (editing, proofreading, book design, etc.), and it’s hard for them to appear in physical bookstores.
How many books do you read at a time? I try to stick to one… I can do multiple, I just don’t like to.
Do you read for pleasure or to keep your blog going? Or might you be a reader that chooses what to read and review on her blog? Mainly for pleasure. I will rarely promote a book on my blog that I would not recommend, if it is mentioned, it’s more than likely to give my two cents on why I felt the way that I did. I love having the freedom to choose what I want to read and when, but I will sign up for book tours, as that is sometimes I good way to get your foot through the door with an author.
What is your preferred genre? I will read just about anything, but my favorite/preferred genre would have to be Fantasy. There’s just something so magical about it.
What impact does reading have on our mental health? Reading has many great benefits, all around health wise. It is said that reading reduces a person’s stress level by 68% and that you actually burn between 30-47 calories per minute of reading. Reading keeps your mind active, making your brain stronger. Memory skills improve, vocabulary expands, and reading increases your ability to empathize. Books are amazing!
NOW FOR THE FUN STUFF
What turns you off in a book? I’m not a fan of Reverse Harem type books, I won’t usually pick those up… or bully borderline abuse romance. I’m really not a huge fan of too many trivial details, but at the same time I get upset when there isn’t enough action details. Oh, and if I see the same exact cover on someone else’s book, like no changes made to it at all.
What turns you on in a book? Action! Like battle scenes; I love show and not tell. I love meaningful relationships, awesome world building, and tropes!
What series have you binged? Oh boy… I binge read basically all of Kelly Oram’s books, uhh… all of Shayne Silvers books up to the current one. Hmm… oh! The Lochlann Feuds by Robin D Mahle & Elle Madison. I know there are others, they just are not coming to mind.
Who is your current book-boyfriend? I don’t have one, actually. Not that I don’t love book-boyfriends, I just haven’t read one recently that made me completely swoon.
What makes a perfect book-boyfriend? I’m partial to the “touch her and you die” book boyfriends, as well as the ones that are always there when you need them – no questions asked.
Are you tired of female leads? Explain your answer? Yes… and no. While there are a ton of book with female leads, I connect better with them for obvious reasons. However, I love male leads just as much; books with dual POVs are fantastic!
ALL ABOUT YOU
Favorite hobby besides reading? I collect hobbies… meaning I get it in my head that I will totally do something with all the money spent on said hobby, and then let it rot – forgotten.
A day in the life of…? I’m a SAHM of two point five (my bonus son is only with us every other week). I home-school my two heathens, as well as work with two stubborn GSD puppies. Long, long, LONG days.
Favorited snack? It really depends on my mood. I love snacking on chips, or pistachios, sometimes brownies or ice cream.
Your worst habit? Probably cussing…
Favorite TV show right now? I’ve always loved Futurama (so stoked that they are reviving it), and Bob’s Burgers.
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A darkness falls over the land when the Queen of Rurith dies. Consumed with grief, King Ivar blames their son, Prince Leif, for her demise, and locks him away in the castle. The Prince is left in total despair, until a girl, with hair the colour of a red sunset and green eyes shows him mercy. For six years she visits him in secret, giving him hope where none existed before. But Ruith hides many treacherous things that threaten to bring the Kingdom to its knees. Until the Prince and his beastly curse are released.
Discover action like Throne of Glass and Graceling, with a twisted fairytale like Maleficent in this epic fantasy adventure. Delve into a slow-burn romance, blended with fae magic and warrior shieldmaidens, that will keep you reading all night long.
A Love so Lonely, from Award-winning, International, and USA Today bestselling author, Carlyle LaBuschagne
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A cursed omen who dreams of death. A girl who calls fire with a wish. A group of resistance fighters who need the king to die.
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