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Contents

C3 Feature 4Sandstorm Heart Feature 8Love & War Feature 12The Seers Lover Feature 16Blood and Magic Feature 20

Peageae Feature 24The Brede Chronicles Feature 26The Deadly Seven Feature 28Monthly Feature: Allegiance 34Messenger Feature 38Poison in the Blood Feature 40

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Witches Who Stich 45Confession of a Sex Fiend Feature 54Candace Blevins 58Pinup Files 69


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The next time Teddie went sleepwalking, it occurred to her that she wasnt really walking. Sh

was floating. And she was pretty sure that she was headed towards the train station. It was the mid-dle of the night and this was no time to catch a train. What was she doing going there? Wasnt this

the same way she had gone to check on her brother Zane, when she was only four years old?

She was moving fast now, almost like she was in a car, and certainly like she knew exactly

where she was headed. How did she know where she was going?

She thought that maybe she should go back to her bed when it occurred to her that if she act

ally got to the station, she could take a train all the way to the airport. And if she could just get to

Bagdogra where the airport was, then she could get on an airplane and fly far, far away to a place

where eleven-year-old children didnt have to be scared when their mother got a cold, and girls didn

have to plead to get admitted to classes for men only, and high school juniors from Texas didnt hav

to cough up their entire allowance just to keep a roommate from getting taken out of school by eviluncles.

Was the uncle really evil? He must be.

And then she thought that she felt the uncle grab her arm and sh

jumped. But it was just Usha grabbing her arm, and she was in

bed.

You were making noises in your sleep, Usha said worriedly. Y

were having a bad dream?

I didnt think I was dreaming at all, Teddie muttered as she turn

over, and then she felt confused. So she wasnt going places in

her sleep? She was just having dreams about going? Why?

c346. AscendingSherrie CroninGenre: Fantasy, contemporary, metaphysical

Publisher: Cinnabar Press

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ISBN: 9781941283035ISBN: 9781941283233ASIN: B00I58T5FU

Number of pages: 405

Word Count: 135,000

Cover Artist: Jennifer FitzGerald

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Teddie likes her country music and her old pick-up truck and she's not sure how she let herbest friend talk her into spending a semester abroad in Darjeeling India. Once she arrives,her innocence quickly collides with an underworld in which young women are bartered andsold. As she fights to understand a depravity that she never dreamed existed, Teddie findsthat her own mind develops a unique ability for locating her friends and that an ancientgroup is willing to train her to use her innate skills for out of body experiences to save oth-ers.

It will require trust in ideas she barely believes, and more courage than has ever been ex-pected of her. When it becomes clear that the alternative may be her friends' deaths and theunchecked growth of an evil crime lord's empire, Teddie accepts the challenge and showsthose guilty of unspeakable crimes just how powerful a young woman can be.

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The boyfriend, who she had apparently long since married, asked her to calm down and ex-plained that in a fit of practicality she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry. The good newsaccording to Mr. Cronin, was that she had found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculouslywell-paying The bad news was that the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of t

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Apparently she was now Mrs. Cronin, and the further good news was that they had producedthree wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lotof the money had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearteencouraging sort who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. "It's about time," were h

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Sherrie Cronin discovered that over the ensuing decades Sally Ride had already managed to bcome the first woman in space and apparently had done a fine job of it. No one, however, hadwritten the book that had been in Sherrie's head for decades. The only problem was, the book

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My mind was made upAmi was a complete bastard.It had nothing to do with our history and everything todo with right now.

Sitting there with the rest of his top picks wasnt myidea of a good dinner. And yet there we were in all ourglory. No way could I eat. Food refused to pass beyondmy lips. Burning purple eyes had my ears buzzing. Ifelt him watching me across the table. Zaohs presenceoverwhelmed me even without looking at him.

The azure devil in front of me grinned and licked hislips. Dont like your dinner, gorgeous?

Its fine, I grumped.

Long fingers aimed a fork at me, his motions eerilygraceful. Fine? I dont give my champions fine. Igive you stupendous. Maybe its the company youdont like?

I choked on water, sputtering like a fool. You tryingto kill me, Blue?

He chuckled, mismatched eyes turning warm at the

nickname.

Beside me, the famous space thief and troublemakerextraordinaire, Camelia D, snorted. That was, by large,her basic response to life. Somethings ruining yourmojo, admit it, she muttered.

My mojo is fine.

Like the food, fine? she asked, batting long eyelash-es.

Oh, they were such a riot. They begged to be put out their misery. I contemplated the thought for a couple

moments, but taking out my fellow mercs wasnt mucof a smart move. Amis protection made our band ofmisfits into an operating unit. Without his connectionI suspected all of us would likely meet swift and unsavory repercussions. Our previous lives werent exactlbadge-of-honor material. I didnt have to like him,though, not right then. Ever the perceptive empathicbastard, he blew me a kiss. I tossed a bread roll at him

Smacking it away with ease, he put on the serious facIve got a mission, kids. Bet thatll cheer you up, Ro

Wont it?

It most certainly did. I spread my lips into a smile, mmood getting better as quick as a lightning bolt. A mision was exactly what I needed, a break from Asai anits turbulent sandstorms. A breather from the mojo-breaking elements on it. It had to be a one-gun missiothough. Being stuck with Camy in the tight space of aship was a mixed blessing. I refused to contemplate tmerry band getting any bigger. Going out with Zaohwasnt even an optionId made that perfectly clear

Blue the moment the Haffa came in. So far, my opinihad been taken into consideration, thank the stars.

Ami pushed his plate away and took a few sips ofwine. He gave each one of us a cursory look andsmiled. Major cargo escort. Dont get excited, Camyit needs finesse. No explosives or any of that shit. Ivhad it with your dramatic exits. For a renowned thiefyou sure do make a blasting mess of a merc.

Her lips pursed. Kiss my ass, pretty boy. Those


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fucktards shot at me. What was I going to do, smile myway out of there? Maybe let them ruin my ship, likesomeone here did? Either I blew them up or theydblow my ass into stardust.

Lovely visual, baby. But youre grounded. Too big amess and too recent to go out yet. Im still talkingthose idiots down from you blowing their mother shipto smithereens. Though in your defense, anyone stupidenough to get their main blown by one unruly mercdeserves whats coming to them.

Camys fiery green eyes squinted and she threw a hand-wipe at him. Unruly my ass.

He grinned. Especially that. Well get to the bottomof it together, though, no fear. Besides, if youre so fullof pent-up energy, we both know I can always use aboost. Youre grounded. The boys get to go out andplay.

I did my best to show no disappointment. Escortingcargo was as much of a mission as washing my mouth.But it meant I could be away for a while and that wasgood news. I had to take it. Ill go, Blue.

He inspected me for a moment then nodded. Fine,gorgeous. All yours.

Great. What am I escorting and where?

Private commission. What I do know is you have toget it through Zax zone.

Zax zone sounded promising. Those bastards didntknow how to do anything but fight. Maybe Id getsome collateral action, the real kind. Truth be told, Iwas itching for some real excitement. We all were,most likely. Ami bitched about it to high heavens, butthen again, he had been the one to handpick each of usas his guns.

I nodded, fingers rapping against the table. When amI leaving?

As soon as youre ready. Youre meeting your contacton Kalvaria. And be sure to keep your trigger-happyfinger in check. I dont have a current accord with thatstation. If you get caught, youre on your own.

The rap of my fingers turned louder. Im not a kid,

Blue.

Of course not, gorgeous. But Im not gonna lose anof my top guns just because youre bored when nothing blows up.

I grinned. Well, if blowing is whats on your mind

He smacked my hand.

Ridiculous. I wasnt trigger-happy or explosions-addictedthat was Camys field. Probably going insmooth to steal stuff frustrated her raging-bitch sideNow that she could blow up things, she went to towwith it every chance she could possibly summon. Iwasnt that dramatic. Well, there had been that one icident. Completely unintentional. It wasnt my fauthe bastards felt compelled to shoot me down. I wasjust trying to escape with their cargo. I took a pod toescape. It had been a close callan even closer callwhen Ami found out his favorite ship got blasted intoblivion. I thought hed chew my ass out that time, bhe got over it by the time I pushed him down on hisbed. Blue was forgiving like that. It made working fhim especially fun for a while there. Besides, regardless of who went out, it was mission complete and rely good profits for him. He just loved to nag and bitc

I was bored. That was why Id asked to go. When thbody wasnt busy, the mind took revenge. We werecreatures of action, Zaoh and I. Kator had been at wfor centuries. Fighting was the only thing we reallyknew. Both Celians and Haffas, though different in oso-many ways, were the same in one regardwe webrought up with the fight in our hearts, thrummingthrough our veins. No home-base pets, not really. Awhile the Celian part was more civilized, Haffas wertruly wild creaturesimpossibly strong and brutallydetermined. Id seen a Haffa of Zaohs size take dowup to five of our Celian soldiers with ease. Id seenZaoh himself take down close to a dozen. He hadntbeen public enemy number one on our side of Katorfor nothing.

When I didnt have a mission, I missed being part ofthe troops back home. But every time I got close toKator, those damned images blasted through mymind probably a good thing I was declared a deseer, to be executed on the spot if caught within Celianterritory limits. Pathetically, the only flavor of homewas Zaohpart of the reason Id left it to begin with


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But he didnt know that. And it was in my best interestto keep things that way.

Besides, I wasnt a soldier anymore. I was a mercnow, part of Amis top guns. The Amaari was legendeven on Kator. His negotiator abilities were second tonone. If you wanted something, you got him to get it

for you. Ahlen Zari was the second-best choice; the

bastard had no finesse, though. Ami was a smooth op-erator. His guns were always drawn but never blazing.And now I was part of that arsenal, just like the Haffa,because of whom Id given up my previous life. Just

like the vivacious Camy D, a tall and lean creaturewho came with one of our new ships. As in, shedashed out of it in the hangar and tried to off us all.And loot the place. Ami was so touched, he took heron the spot. She was a magnificent thief, capable ofstealing the sugar from your cup of tea if you didntkeep a close enough watch. Sadly, she turned out to

love blowing things up too. Amis reputation assmooth operator was slowly dwindling away. We weturning from smooth operators into guns blazing, butstill top dogs. That was what really mattered afterallbeing top dogs.

Sandstorm HeartSpace Files R

Book 2

Liv OlteanoGenre: M/M Space Opera Erotic Romance / Erotica BDSMelements

Length: novella -approx 30k words

Publisher: Dreamspinner PressReleased: September 18th 2013

Book Description:

Ron Vid is a Celian soldier with some personal demons.

Hoping for respite, he deserts his squad and leaves his planWorking as a mercenary on Asai, planet of sand and windhas a reprieve, until the Haffa named Zaoh joins the mercenaries. Celians and Haffas have a history of strife, but wheRon and Zaoh are paired on a mission, their chemistry cracles.

After they fight together for survival, its clear Zaoh wantsRon. Zaoh can be a fierce and dominant lover, but Rons screts, and his fear that the Haffa might uncover them, coul

keep Zaoh from getting his man.

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than occasional.

She believes stories are the best kind of magic there is. And life would be horrible without magic. Her hobbies include losing herself in the minds and souls of characters, giving up countless nights of sleep to get know said characters, and trying to introduce them to the world. Sometimes they appreciate her efforts. Th

process would probably go quicker if theyd bring her a cup of coffee now and then when stopping by. Chacterswhat can you do, right?

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the Internet at odd hours and being generally awkward and goofy at all times.

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The nervous princesses reached the double doors of the banquet hall. Sophia slid her arm

out of Amelias, grabbed her hand, and squeezed it tightly. Just as suddenly as it started, the mo-ment was over, and she reverted back to the cold and dignified princess, leaving Amelia more nerv

ous than before.Stand up straight, shoulders back, chin up, and smile! hissed Sophia at her sister. The dooopened, and a servant announced their arrival. Gracefully, Sophia glided into the room, smiling atthe many people who stood for their entrance as she made her way to the high table.

Amelia swallowed hard as she took in the many faces staring from within the room. Biting hlip, she followed, trying to mimic her sisters graceful walk, her smile more a grimace of concentra-tion. The hall was full to capacity with visiting lords and ladies who had come to hear the kings an-nouncement. Amelia felt her stomach churn at the thought of embarrassing herself in front of all thevisiting dignitaries.

They sat, Sophia next to the queen and Amelia next to the king, as they always did. The halfull of people took their seats afterward. The king then stood and raised his arms. Welcome lords,

ladies, and gentlefolk to our home on this very special evening. Before we begin our meal, there issomething I wish to announce.Around the room, people sat up straighter with anticipation. Everyone knew the girls were o

age to marry. In fact, they were past the usual age for betrothal announcements. Sophia smiled in-dulgently, while Amelia bit her lip, hoping the man her father chose would serve the country well inthese troubled times.

As you know, my wife and I have not been blessed with a son. The queen reached for hishand and squeezed it before she rose to stand beside him. But we do have two beautiful daughterwho have grown into very fine women. He gestured to the two princesses on either side of himselfand his queen.

I have called you here tonight to hear the betrothal announcement of my daughter, who wil

become queen and rule Estoria at her husbands side after my death. Amelia glanced at Sophia,her stomach churning as she waited to hear who her sister would be betrothed to. Sophia lookednervous about hearing her new husbands name too, but she had prepared for this her whole life.

Amelia turned her gaze to the king and queen, waiting for the inevitable announcement.I have arranged a match with the second born prince of Prestor, Prince Damon. The room

broke into excited whispers as the lords and ladies discussed all the gossip they could rememberabout the prince. Sophia smiled widely, but Amelia frowned. She knew of Prince Damon. He wassaid to be handsome and chivalrous. He would make an excellent husband. He was a few years olertwenty-four to Sophias eighteen. But while Prestor was a beautiful country, it was separatedfrom Estoria by the Cantarrus Mountains. Werent there more suitable choices who would be able aid Estoria in the upcoming battle? She trusted her fathers decision, but she couldnt say she wouhave made the same choice. Although, if Im honestthats at least half because I want the crown


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for myself.The king held his hands up for silence again. Please, everyone, join me in celebrating the

betrothal of my eldest daughter, your crown princess, the beautiful Princess Amelia. There was aroar of applause, and both Amelia and Sophias faces froze into identical masks of shock and hor-ror. Amelia was dragged upward to stand beside her father. She felt like the floor had droppedaway from beneath her, and she clutched at her fathers arm to support herself. The roar of thelords and ladies sounded so far away. She must have misheard. There was no way he actually

meant it.I have two daughters, and my youngest, Sophia, has also become betrothed tonight. Theking looked over at Sophia, oblivious to the taut smile on her face. The queen reached out andhelped her upright.

Princess Sophia will wed Duke Anton of Crestoris oldest son, the honorable Sir Graeme,announced King Frederick, beaming at the crowd. He looked around the room, grinning as theshouts of encouragement for the princesses and blessings were called out for their marriages.Now let us celebrate with a feast! he boomed, and turned to help his queen and daughters backinto their seats while the servants, who waited around the edges of the hall, dashed forward withplates towering with food and flagons of wine.

Amelia felt numb. What will I do? Can I marry a man I have never met? How will he react

when he realizes he was conned out of a real princess for his bride and instead gained a buddingambassador? How is Sophia going to react? Questions ran through her head, too quickly for her toconsider answers for any of them. She glanced over at Sophia and flinched to see her face still fro-zen in a false smile.

For the rest of the evening Amelia picked at her meal, smiling and nodding every time someone came forward to congratulate her. Later, when the food was cleared away, she danced witheveryone who asked, though it all felt like a dream. Normally, she watched Sophia dancing, as noone was fool enough to ask her. Now, she was suddenly the most sought out woman, even though

the men would surely regret risking their feet afterward.She was so numb it was if she still sat beside her fatherwatching someone else get twirled around on the dancefloor by various lords, dukes, and sirs. Perhaps I shouldalways get earth-shattering news before a dance, itseems to make me less clumsy, she thought idly as shewatched the room spin by.

Love and WarChronicles of EstoriaBook 1Suzy KnightGenre: Fantasy/ Romance

Publisher: Taliesin Publishing

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Number of pages: 213Word Count: just over 70,000

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Book Description:

In the small kingdom of Estoria, war is brewing. Trapped between the deadly Cantarrus mountainsand the volatile kingdom of Belvidia, war seems unavoidable. The time has come to announce theheir to the throne so as to give the kingdom a much needed sense of security.

Sophia has worked long and hard to become the ideal queen. She is the toast of Estorian societyand is ready to marry for duty. Her twin sister Amelia is her polar opposite; clumsy and opinionated

Amelia might be fluent in several languages, but she cannot curtsy without falling over.

When Amelias betrothal to Prince Damon is announced, Sophia feels betrayed. Amelia is shockedand becomes paranoid that her unfeminine habits will cause the prince to call off the wedding, leaving Estoria to face Belvidia alone. Things get more complicated for Amelia when she begins to de-velop feelings for the handsome bodyguard sent by her future husband.

Amelia must choose; will she side with her sister, do her duty and marry the prince, or will her new

found interest in marrying for love ruin everything? Love, duty or family; which would you choose?

About the Author:

Suzy Knight is an average English girl, who after completing a degree in boring business manage-ment decided to travel halfway around the world to the land of kpop and kimchi to be a teacher.

Whilst in Korea, Suzy rediscovered her passion for writing and managed to write the novel Love anWar in between working at her academy and volunteering with animal rescue. Two years later andshes back in England with her rescued Korean puppy, Panda.

Now she is working on her next novels, while training Panda to be less nervous.

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Interview with Kat de FallaDo you write in different genres?

I write about angels/demons in The Seers Lover, ghosts in First Contact (coming this summer) and have a

middle grade zombie book on submission. So I guess, overallits paranormal!

How did you come up with the title for your latest book? Do you title the book first or wait until after

its complete?

The initial title was Who Walks Among Us but that got switched along the way to The Seers Lover. Thbook is really the journey of Calise Rowe, who falls in love with a seer of the angels and demons that walkamong us.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Yes! You never know who you are talking to. As a pharmacist, I always think that I have no idea where somone has just come from, or is going to. We never fully understand other peoples situations or reasons for acting the way they do. I treat each person like I may be the last person they ever have a conversation with, solets make it a good one! Beside, maybe you have crossed paths with an angel

If this book is part of a serieswhat is the next book? Any details you can share?

The Seers Lover is book one in The Seven Archangels Series and I am hard at work finishing book two! I cshare that come of the same characters will show up in the next book

What book are you reading now?

My Kind of Crazy by Katie OSullivan great summer read!

Who designed the cover of your latest book?

Debbie Taylor of DCA Graphics and I really cant say enough good things about her, her work, or my coverabsolutely gave the reader a glimpse of the novel with this cover. Its scary, its sexy, and its hot in the jun-gles of Costa Rica!

Do you have a song or playlist (book soundtrack) that you think represents this book?

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and are free with purchase. Weve received tons of great feedback on how it really augments the whole read-ing experience. Thanks Lee!

What is next for you? Do you have any scheduled upcoming releases or works in progress?

As a matter of fact, I wrote a paranormal mystery with a great friend of mine who is also an author, R.A.

Green. We co-wrote First Contact about Sloane Osbourne, a paranormal real estate agent who sells haunted

houses. The first book in the series will be out this summer from Crescent Moon Press. We write under thepen name of Kat Green.

Excerpt:She traced a circle in the sand with her finger.Why would she disclose her whole existence to someone shed just met? Someone who talked so litt

about himself that she found herself talking to fill the void. Saying things she could barely admit in her ownhead.

His hand covered hers. Im lonely, too. Getting to know you this week has been the brightest point imy life and I dont want you to leave, but I know the only place youll be safe is far away from me.

She swallowed. He had read her mind.He lay down on his back and closed his eyes. Cali, you know when you hear a song for the first tim

and you kind of ingest it? You cant possibly know right away that it will be one of your favorite songs forthe rest of your life. A classic.

Yeah. She hoped he was going somewhere good with this.That first listen, he continued, you pick up a little of the melody and some lyrics that catch you.

But when the song ends, you have to hear it again because you want to memorize all the words and singalong. After you hear it a few times and learn the words inside and out, then you begin to let the melody seepinside you. Next thing you know, youve completely digested the song and find yourself humming it whileyou are doing nothing, like shaving or driving your car. Finally, the song becomes so ingrained it becomes apart of you. Forever. You can recall it and its with you whenever you need it. Am I making any sense?

She nodded, blinking back the tears fighting to fall.Cali, I dont want you to go back because youre my favorite song.

The Seers LoverKat De FallaGenre: Paranormal RomancePublisher: The Wild Rose Press

Tag Line:Calise Rowe's question of who walks among us leadsher into an ancient war between seers and demons.

Book Description:

For years, Calise Rowe has been able to sense unusual energyfrom people, making her believe she is different. Pulled into anancient war raging for centuries between demon hunters andseers, she's about to find out she's right.
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Her search for the truth leads her to Lucas Rojas, a seer of angels and demons who walk theearth shrouded from normal human eyes. He's hidden his gift for years and refuses to endan-ger Calise by sharing it with her.

In the sultry Costa Rican Jungles, their worlds collide. As their passion and desire ignite, sodoes the ancient war between demons and seers. Will their combined efforts be enough tosave themselves and the entire human world, or will their new found love be their downfall?

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Available at Amazon

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Four years at the UW-Madison wasnt enough, so she returned to her beloved college town fher Doctor of Pharmacy degree and is happily employed as a retail pharmacist where she fill

prescriptions and chats with her patients.

She is married to her soul mate, classical guitarist, Lee de Falla and raising four kids togetherala the Brady Bunch.

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Musings on Steampunk

There are about as many interpretations of steampunk as there are writers who incorporate some

its elements into their stories. Steampunk started as a subgenre in science fiction, which is probabwhy it appeals to me. Ive been reading SF books since I was a kid. Traditional steampunkif theeven is such a thingtook place in the nineteenth century and featured steam powered machiner

operated by creative means. (Thats where the science in science fiction comes in: an artistic bendof scientific principles that doesnt offend readers with a hard science background.) Many steampu

books feature airships, which of course werent cluttering nineteenth century skies.

Maybe because of the airships, goggles made the hit parade. After all, its tough to pilot an airshipwithout eye protection. Another prime element of steampunk is gears and gearing mechanisms, fr

quently run by steam, but also by magic.

Though the genre first showed up in the mid-1960s television show, The Wild Wild West, it didnt gpopular until the 1980s. Since then authors have placed steampunk stories in Victorian times, the

American West, post-apocalyptic settings, alternative worlds, fantasy, and horror. Its such a broaswath, the genre has gotten progressively more difficult to pin down.

Blood and Magic is a historical paranormal romance with a healthy splash of urban fantasy. Its onclaim to steampunk fame is a stagecoach operated by gears (in addition to horses) with a magical sist from my witchy heroine. There were other places I could have added steampunk elements, bu

was afraid theyd take away from the pace of the story. Whenever an author puts in something unusal, readers always slow down to picture it.

How about some of you? What about steampunk appeals to you? Do you have favorite books in thgenre? What are they?

Excerpt:It wasnt Luke but a long, drawn-out shriek that brought Abigail thumping back to consciou

ness, her heart hammering triple time in her chest. Eyes wide and staring against the darkness, shewarded herself just in time. Strong magic battered her. She tried to sense Luke, but that was the prolem with wards. They protected by forming an impenetrable barrier and corralled her magic inside.

Whatever was pummeling her seemed to have given up. She risked chinking enough of a hoin her warding to send a tendril of magic outward because she needed information. When it came,


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terrified her so badly, her heart stuttered. Dark things surrounded them: wraiths, mad wolvesthoswhod been turned to serve the other sideand humans whod sold their immortal souls for forbiddknowledge. Had the girl rallied them? How could she possibly be that powerful? Luke didnt seem tobe anywhere. Abigail hoped hed concealed himself out of harms way, because the two of themcouldnt make the slightest dent in the dark horde outside. The stagecoach rocked and she realizedsomeone was climbing onto the roof. Throat so dry she could barely breathe, she mended her warding.

The books. Thats what they want Let them haul the miserable things out of here. She kne

she should risk heaven and hell to keep such knowledge out of dark hands, but Abigail didnt see hothrowing her life away would alter the outcome. She heard voices speaking the Satanic tongue, andthen dragging sounds as someone transferred the trunk to the ground. Luke shouldnt have bothereto put it back up top, she thought grimly.

What had the Girauds been doing with such arcane tomes in the first place? She supposedthere was the slightest chance theyd been protecting them from falling into the wrong hands. Yes, all means, lets give Coven members the benefit of the doubt. Except it was a struggle, and she didknow who the hell to trust anymore.

She waited until it was absolutely still outside, and a tentative scan told her the dark host shesensed earlier had moved on, before loosing her wards. The minute she did, she felt Lukes energyHe pulled open one of the coach doors. I scared up a couple of horses from a nearby farm. We nee

to go after those booksand the girl.

She fought down the protest that rose to her lips, but it slid out anyway. There arent enoughus.

Fixed that problem too. He smiled grimly. I can ward you if you want to stay here, but ifyoure coming we need to get moving. Dont want to let the trail get too cold. From the smirk in hisvoice, she knew he was being sarcastic.

She sent her magic spiraling outward and felt the books pulsing with evil. No way that pathwould ever get cold. Why couldnt I feel them this strongly before? I know the trunk had to have beespelled, but still

The trunk was spelled, and by someone with magic to burn. Its over in those trees. I guessCarolyns minions were in a hurry and didnt have a wagon.

Abigail felt like a rube. The book trunk had already been packed and sealed when shed pickCarolyn up in New York. Shed never even thought to examine it. Did you see Carolyn?

Yup. His upper lip curled into a sneer. Caught a glimpse of her riding a mad wolf. Do you suppose theres some way we could separate her from Goody Osborne? Abigail bit

her lip nervously.Luke shook his head. Even if we couldand I dont think its possiblethere are too many

knowns. Her parents might have been turned. If that happened, the kid could have embraced evil before it entered her body. By the time we sorted all that out, the dark would have had one too manychances to kill us.

Abigail winced at the unvarnished truth in his words. Any residual doubts she held about thenecessity of destroying the girl melted away. Yes, she said through clenched teeth. Im coming w

you.

Luke boosted her onto one of the horses. She pulled her skirts out of the way. It was a normasaddle and this was scarcely a time for modesty. Luke vaulted onto his horse, kneeing it, and theytook off up the Overland Stage Road at close to a full gallop. Were making too much noise, shesent.

Doesnt matter. Theyll expect us to come after them.She clung to the horse with her legs, enjoying the feel of not having to ride sidesaddle. Luke

horse was larger, faster, and soon pulled so far ahead she could barely see him. She kneed herhorse, urging it to greater speed, but the animal shied, and then reared. Abigail struggled for balancand called magic to calm the spooked animal. Something sprang at her and knocked her to theground. She sent killing magic to stop its heart, before realizing what it was. Panting, she crawled o


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from under a black and gray mad wolf with blood dribbling from its nostrils, and glanced warilyabout. Were there more of them?

Carolyn stepped from the shadows. It looked as if she was alone, but Abigail suspected oth-erwise. What do you want?

Simple enough. I plan to use you to get rid of Breana Giraudand others. A sneer twistedthe girls features into something unpleasant. You think people dont know youre part of Covengovernment?

Abigail set her mouth in a hard line. Fine. So the other side knows about me. Question is,who are you really?

Dont you recognize me? Carolyn stepped closer and turned her face from side to side as ifposing for a photographer. I gave you my name, but I am far more than that.

Shes arrogant. Perhaps I can use that in some way. Abigail spread her hands in a placatinggesture. Because Im used to seeing you as Carolyn Giraud, Im not certain who you are. Shepaused for emphasis. Id like you to tell me.

Certainly. A feral grin made the child look like something out of a nightmare. It is alwaysbetter to know who your adversary is. Her voice became soft and silky. I have access to magicyou would kill for. You may not know it, but youd like to work for us. She laughed, but it soundedmore like broken glass shattering against itself, than a twelve-year-old girls mirth. We have real

power, not that paltry tripe the Coven settles for.Abigail waited. When Carolyn didnt say anything else, she said, Im listeningand consid-

ering your offer. Life is always better than the alternative.Ha! They said you couldnt be turned, but I told them they were wrong. I am The Promised,

resurrected out of legend. Goody Osborne was but a start, and this little girl is merely a conven-ience. Something like an outraged squawk followed the words, but Goody silenced Carolyn almostimmediately. What I really want is you, Abigail Ruskin.

Shit! She couldnt be The Promised You meanthe Dark Messiah? Abigail scrunched up her face andheld her breath, hoping against hope shed gotten itwrong.

The same. A supercilious expression etched in-to the girls features. At least the other side has heard ofme. Warms my black, black heart.

The books? Abigail hunted for a connectionwhile she rode herd on terror that threatened to immobi-lize her, and clouded her judgment. If ever she needed aclear head, it was now, but her mind raced feverishly.

They werent doing the girls parents any goodmoldering away in that underground chamber. Id actual-ly been searching for them for years. She flashed a slysmile. They used to be mine

Blood and MagicAnn GimpelPublisher: Taliesin

Release Date: 5/1/14

Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance63,000 words


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Can Luke conquer his past and claim the only woman hes ever loved?

Book Description:

Magic didnt just find Luke Caulfield. It chased him down, bludgeoned him, and has been dogging hever since. Some lessons are harder than others. Luke survives by embracing danger and upping tante to give it one better. An enforcer for the Coven, a large, established group of witches, his latesassignment is playing bodyguard to the daughter of Coven leaders.

Abigail Ruskin is chaperoning a spoiled twelve-year-old from New York to her parents home in UtahTerritory when Luke gets on their stagecoach in Colorado. A powerful witch herself, Abigail sensesLukes magic, but hes so overwhelmingly male, she shies away from contact. Stuck between the peulant child and Lukes raw sexual energy, Abigail cant wait for the trip to end.

Wraiths, wolves, and humans with dark magick attack. Unpleasant truths surface about the child anAbigails well-ordered world crashes around her. Lukes so attracted to Abigail, shes almost all he cthink about, but hes leery too. In over his head, he summons enforcer backup. Will they help him sathe woman hes falling in love with, or demand her immediate execution?

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/I-eauodEiOo

Short Bio:

Ann Gimpel is a clinical psychologist, with a Jungian bent. Avocations include mountaineerinskiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, s

began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to panormal romance. Shes published over 20 books to date, with several more contracted for 20

A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

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Pangaea: Edens PlanetTom Johnson

Genre: Science Fiction/Survival

Publisher: First Realm PublishingDate of Publication: June 18, 2014

ISBN -13: 978-1497340749ISBN-10: 1497340748ASIN:

Number of pages: 100

Word Count: 50,000

Cover Artist: Jared from Off the Wall Creations

Book Description:

Seven astronauts en route to Mars encounter a timewarp in space that disables their ship. Crash landingon Earth, they discover an alien planet sixty million

years before the dinosaurs.

Pangaea, the super continent, is filled with danger and terror, as they must survive against fierreptiles that ruled the Earth 250 million years in the past!
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Excerpt:

Just as they thought they had reached the safety of the desert a giant Gorgon, fully twelvfeet in length came out of nowhere, its long saber tooth-like tusks reaching for them. The colonel and Cooper had already holstered their guns in order to run unhampered, and the creature

was upon them before either could draw their weapon.

Manning smiled. Everyone has a purpose.Without hesitation, he stepped between the monster and his shipmates

About the Author:As a twenty-year military veteran, I served on the Korean DMZ under fire, as well as in Vi-etnam. I have a law enforcement background. My studies of paleontology and entomology hav

been an influence in many of my novels.

My wife and I started the publishing imprint of FADING SHADOWS in 1982, and published hobby magazine and several genre magazines for 22 years, before I settled into writing my ownovels.

I have now been published in over 80 books, which include fiction novels and short stories, aswell as nonfiction books. I write SF, YA, Western, and Action novels.

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Excerpt:Elektra landed on her knees on the ancient stone cobbled sidewalks and used the wall of Narita's edif

to help herself stand. The pain, now near unbearable, shrieked when she touched the blackened and bruisedflesh to anything including cloth and she struggled against the throbbing crowds to make her way toward theonly place she thought to go for help.

"Please Mahmud I don't want to lose my arm. You have to help me," she stood before the self-appointed doctor of the proscribed citizens. He inspected it and then shook his head.

"I can do nothing for you," he said. "It is already too far gone by now. Even should you sit in the sunfor five days it would be no help."

"I'll get you money. Whatever you want, I'll get it. Please, save my hand, please?"He shook his head again sorrowfully."I can do nothing. This does not need my type of medicine. You must ask the mechanical doctors, tho

with science and not nature. I am sorry I cannot help you Elektra."Crying she stood against the wall of the crooked street, thinking what she might pay to those who if

they could build space machines, could build anything. She slid down the wall and sat on her haunches againit sobbing.

A shadow fell across her, changing the scorching temperature adegree. She opened her eyes and a man knelt before her. He took her armand gently inspected it.

"I can give you a new arm and hand," he said. "But you must paywhat I ask." He stared directly into her eyes. "You will have a new arma new handbetter than before. But you must pay the price."

"What is it you want?" Elektra asked, still gasping in pain."Alekzander Brede."

The Brede Chronicles

Book 1P. I. Barrington

Genre: Science Fiction Romance/Adventure

Publisher: First Realm PublishingDate of Publication: June 18, 2014

ISBN-13: 978-1497340831ISBN-10:1497340837ASIN:
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Number of pages: 144Word Count: 83,000

Cover Artist: Jared from Off the Wall Creations

Book Description:

Half-human Alekzander Brede is a law unto himselfor so he thinks. Elektra Tate, the street orphan who

loves him has other ideas. When she betrays him for no apparent reason, he vows to punish her one way oranother.

Taking the one thing she treasures mosttheir sonbegins a cat and mouse relationship spanning twoplanets and costing possibly his life.

Elektra will stop at nothing to save her son but can she overcome Bredes twisted idea of vengeance?

About the Author:After an extended detour through the entertainment industry, P.I. Barrington has returned to writing fiction.Among her experience are radio air talent and the music industry. She lives in Los Angeles.

Her work includes:

Future Imperfect Trilogy (Crucifying Angel, Miraculous Deception, Final Deceit)

Inamorata Crossing/Borealis 1: A Space Opera

Isadora DayStar

The Button Hollow Chronicles: The Leaf Peeper Murders

Free stories on ReadWave.com & Wattpad.com

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Tips for Novice Writers

Disclaimer: this post is tailored towards novice writers who intend to self-published.

First of all, congratulations on admitting that youre a writer. Its the first step down into the rabbit hole,and possibly one of the scariest. Well, dont be shypull up a chair. Weve got things to discuss, novicewriter. Coffee? Good. Start drinking it now because, trust me, youre gonna need it later.

Its hard to find a place to start with tips for beginners in the writing field, but I guess the most importantthing right off the bat is to advise you to ask yourself one question: why do I write? This questionsounds simplistic enough at first, but in reality, its pretty loaded. Maybe your answer is simpleone sen-tence long, a couple words, whatever. And thats fine. But if youre like most writers, this question has along answer.

Before you start this journey, you need to understand why. Its the most significant thing related to writing

that you will have to face, because if you cant come up with a substantial answer that makes your stom-ach flop and your skin leak with sweat, then this might not be the career for you. Do you write becauseyou love it? Do you write because stories are constantly gushing out of you in every waking second, andeven keeping you up at night? Do you write because there are things in life that leave you unsatisfied andyou want to create something for yourself? Do you write because you cant find what youre looking forand so youve decided to craft it on your own? If the answer is yes, proceed to the following tips. If not,take some time off, drink some tea, stare off into the sunset while blasting some Simple Plan, and comeback to it.

Tip #1: Write. A lot. Constantly.Even when youre tired and you dont have enough time. Even whenyoud rather sit in your underwear watching reruns of the X-Files on Netflix. Even when theres a clear-

ance sale on books at Barnes and Noble and you want to stuff your shelves to the gills. Write as much asyou can whenever you can for as long as you can. Novice writers will hear this a lot without explanation,but I wont leave you hanging because were bros.

The reason why you need to write like your life depends on it is because it does. The end game in thisbusiness for most writers is to become self-sustainable on your work. In order to do that, at least if yourean unknown self-published writer, is in volume. In the traditional publishing world, its possible to writeone masterpiece and be set for life. E.L. James didnt have to write a trilogy for her godawful monstrosity50 Shades of Greyif she didnt want to because she was an unexplained overnight success. But, sad as itsounds, that is probably not going to happen to you. What you must do is survive off of multiple works


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because readers almost always tend to buy in bulk. There is an entire demographic that simply collects bar-gain books to read whenever they get around to it. If they like the cover, they buy it. If they like the blurb,they buy it. If its cheap and they like all of the above, they will not only buy that, but the next book in theseries, and so forth.

Do you know what drives those sales even more? If you release more than one book per year. Any of the major fiction franchises you know typically put out a book a year, and that works because they always break rec

ords. Their name is already out there. Yours isnt. So one way to get yourself on the map is to be consistentand frequent. Think about the last book you read that you loved. What if two of them came out in the sameyear? Would that not make you jump for joy? Readers will too, even if youre still relatively unknown, so thmore you write, the more you can publish; the more you publish, the greater likelihood that youll get noticedand sell books.

Tip #3: Edit your face off.I love writing. I hate editing. If editing had a face, I would punch it. But its100% necessary if you dont want to die penniless in a gutter. A lot of people put the emphasis only on writ-ing your masterpiece, but no one writes a masterpiece right off the bat. You are going to find stuff in yourwork that sucks. Stuff that shouldnt be there. Stuff that should be there that you forgot to include. Editing iswhat makes the difference between a decent writer and a great writer.

It is my personal recommendation to put your book in a drawer for a month and leave it there. Dont touch itYoull get the urge, but ignore it. Go about your life doing other fun things. Throw yourself a party for finishing your book and get drunk and dance around with a lampshade on your head.

After a month, come back, print out your book, and sit down with a pen. Read slowly. Read it the first timefor story; the second time for grammar; the third time for themes and motifs; the final time for continuity andcharacter voice. You can honestly read it as many times as you want as long as you pour over that sucker un-til your eyes are crossed. Then find yourself a beta-reader or editor and send it to them. After it comes back,open the book again and fix it. Think of your book as a piece of gold thats been buried underground for acentury. No ones going to care when it looks gross. Polish it until its so beautiful that people will trip over

themselves trying to get it for themselves.

Tip #2: Get thee to KBoards Writers Cafe. If you have never heard of KBoards, then please look it upright now because it will literally save you about a years worth of headaches. Im not kidding. I struggled foseven months selling only about 40 copies of my first novel until I found out about KBoards. I spent fourmonths on KBoards, and now Ive sold over 500 copies of my first novel, and over 400 copies of my shortstory collection. Yes, it is that important.

KBoards is basically just one massive forum of resources for self-published authors. Almost any question yocan think of related to the marketing, writing, and publishing industries is buried somewhere in those threadsIts completely free to sign up and I guarantee you will see results if you stick with it, ask questions, meet

other writers, and stay updated on trends. It is bursting at the seams with useful tips and writers who just wanto help each other. That is what is most worthwhile about KBoards. The sense of community is overwhelm-ing. These writers are so kind and really excited to see each other succeed, and more than willing to helpmake it happen. I wouldnt have gotten where I am without them, and so I think it is essential that you getstarted now before you even jump on the publishing bandwagon.

Tip #3: Make a business plan.Wait, dont leave! I know that sounds like scary grown up jargon, but I canexplain. Every great writer has a business plan, even if its not called that in their head. What I mean is writedown your goals: short term, year-long, and long-term. Set a timeline for each one. The first thing that willhappen after you finish your book is that youll start losing days off the calendar as you start the process of


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getting ready to publish. Most self-published authors have entire laundry lists of things to do before releasedate, and so will you. Therefore, you have to segment your workload in a sufficient manner to avoid being eaen by a grue.

Dig into your lint-encrusted pockets and find yourself a budget. Then spread those pennies out as effectively you can. The good news is that social media has made it a lot easier to market your work. The bad news is, itstill just free marketing and it cannot by definition get you everywhere. If that were true, wed all be RichardCastle. But were not. So you have to know your limits, know what kind of advertising you can afford, and

which ones are the most effective. Research, research, research. Go to free online podcasts and seminars andwrite down things that worked for authors in similar genres. Absorb all of this into your body like some crazeversion of Clayface. Then things will go a little easier for you.

Youre still going to stumble and fall and skin your knees, but hopefully, some of these tips will make it hurt little less. Its a long journey. Buy comfortable shoes (and coffee, or tea, which I happen to prefer) and getwalking, writers. Believe me, youll come to find that its worth it.

Excerpt:

Being Jordan Amadors angelic bodyguard against a horde of bloodthirsty demons was a lot of things

but certainly not boring.

I checked my watch for the fortieth time in the last twenty minutes. Jordan usually got off at eightoclock. Things had been quiet for over two weeks now, which was rare for a Seers lifestyle. She encountereghosts with unfinished business a few times a month and that kept the both of us busy. Earlier, she had con-vinced me to meet her at the bus stop a couple streets over instead of in front of the Sweet Spot.

So would you mind waiting for me at the bus stop instead of out here? she had asked, sweeping hershoulder-length black hair up into its usual high ponytail.

I frowned. Why? Doesnt it kind of defeat the purpose of the whole temporary bodyguard thing?Its been quiet for a while now, Michael. Come on. Helping avert the end of the world and ganking a

archdemon arent enough to prove I can take care of myself?I glanced between her and the store front. A couple of her waitress friends who were watching us

through the window scattered as soon as I looked over. Then it clicked.

They think Im your boyfriend, huh?Jordan got really interested in her shoes all of the sudden. Yeah. They do.I shook my head. She was an anointed soul charged with helping the dead find peace and yet she still

cared what her coworkers thought of our relationship. I couldnt decide if it was cute, frustrating, or hilariousPossibly all three.

Then again, I could see how her coworkers would get confused that a six-foot-tall, dark-haired, green-eyed underwear model (which I overheard one of them dub me last week) dropped Jordan off at work on afrequent basis. I decided to be lenient for once.

Fine. Well give it a test run today. If you survive, Ill take it into consideration.She shot me a scowl. Gee, thanks, almighty Michael. I am humbled that you considered the request o

a lowly human.

I grinned. Youre welcome, my humble servant.She rolled her eyes and swatted my arm before turning to head into the restaurant. Later, pretty boy.Stay out of trouble. I called, and then headed back towards the bus stop.That had been eight hours ago. Getting off a shift late wasnt unusual for a waitress, but most times it

was by only five or ten minutes. My instincts needled at me that something was off.Sighing, I fished out my cell phone and called her, tapping my foot. Come on, Amador, pick up.Several rings. A click. Voicemail message. Ugh. I hung up and stuffed my hands in my pockets. It wa

a short walk through the heavily trafficked area on this side of Albany, New York, but it was during one of thbusier times of the day. Nighttime in the city meant chatty couples walking through holding hands, teenagers


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hollering and chasing each other down the street, and music pouring out from the clubs already packed tothe rafters with the twenty-somethings.

Two stop lights, one near-death experience courtesy of a speeding cab, and one step in some gumlater, and I reached the glowing red sign to the Sweet Spot. The Southern cuisine eatery was busy. As muchas Northerners made fun of the South in sitcoms and stand up shows, they sure did like the food.

I pushed the door open and smiled at Beth, the head hostess. Hey, you.Michael. The short blonde grinned. Good to see you as always.Is Jordan still in the back?

A slight frown marred her brow. No, honey. She left about ten minutes ago.

I froze. Left how? She was supposed to meet me at the bus stop.She went out back to take out the trash and I just assumed she went home after. Why? Something

wrong?A cold lump settled in my stomach. Something wasnt adding up. Jordan wasnt the type to disap-

pear without texting me. I didnt want to concern her friends so I kept my expression pleasant. Nah, sheprobably just wandered off to window shop. Ill catch up with her. Thanks, Beth.

No problem, sweets.I made a point to leave the restaurant in a casual manner, but once I was out of sight, I hurried

around the block to the back of the building. The Sweet Spot was part of an entertainment district in thissection of Albany. There were narrow alleys between the establishments and the streets ran parallel to the

store fronts.The Sweet Spots back alley looked like any other restaurant in Albanylined by dumpsters and

garbage cans. The concrete was littered with fallen bits of food. A couple of mangy cats fought over fishbones. The entire area stank to high heaven. I called Jordans phone again and prayed that my instincts were

wrong.The raucous chorus to Right Said Freds Im TooSexy echoed behind me.I turned towards one of the dumpsters and lifted theentire thing with one hand. Her phone lay crackedand forlorn underneath it.Shit.

The Deadly SevenBlack Parade Series

Book 2Kyoko MNumber of pages: 120Word Count: 58,546

ASIN: B00K706A5M

Cover Artist: Christine Savoie and Katie Litchfield

Book Description:

Michael OBrien. 24. New Yorker. Musician. Com-

mander of Heavens army.

Its been centuries since Michael stayed on Earthfor an extended period of time. Now hes here be-cause of Jordan Amadora Seer who helped him


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restore his life and memories and thwart the archdemon Belial from taking over the city. With Jordan on Belials hit list, Michael decides to stick around and live out life alongside her as her friend and temporary body-guard. But as the days pass, he finds it harder to resist the seven deadly sins that tempt all men. Especially ashe and Jordan grow closer fighting the demons who want her almost as much as he does

Available at Amazon

About the Author:Kyoko M is an author, a fangirl, and an avid book reader. Her debut novel, The Black Parade, made it throughthe first round of Amazon's 2013 Breakthrough Novel Contest. She participated and completed the 2011 Na-tional Novel Writing Month competition. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit degree from the Universitof Georgia, which gave her every valid excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek my-thology and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a manuscript (or two), she can be foundburied under her Dashboard on Tumblr, or chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a good Hary Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any author, she wants nothing more than to contributesomething great to the best profession in the world, no matter how small.

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PUTTING THE THRILL(er) IN PARANORMAL ROMANCE

Susannah Sandlin

Paranormal romance and urban fantasy have always shared about 75 percent of their DNAsometimes morMost UF has a little romance sprinkled in (or a lot), and most paranormal romance has an urban fantasy-likeaction plot chugging along behind the relationships.

The basic difference for me, since I write series in both genres, used to be how the books wrapped upWith my Penton Legacy series, Im starting to change those rules a little bit.

Used to be, if a books primary hero/heroine resolved their relationship by the end of the book but thaction story line was not resolved, it was a paranormal romance. Think Black Dagger Brotherhood. Wrath anBeth might work out their relationship, but the war with the Lessers goes on.

If a books action storyline got resolved (at least for the time being) but the relationships were still influxor the same relationship carried over from book to bookyou had urban fantasy. Think Patricia BriggMercy Thompson books. The immediate danger to Mercy and her compatriots in each book is resolved by th

end, while Mercy and Adams relationship continues to grow and evolve as the books continue.Then you have the troublemaker who upset the old applecart and tossed out the rulebook. Yes, Jeanie

Frost, Im looking at you. (Its okay, Im smiling as I do it.)Is the Night Huntress series an urban fantasy? You might think so, because it comes back to Cat and

Bones, right? The immediate threat is handled and the couple carries over from book to book. But because and Bones relationship takes up as much page time, or more, than the external plot, theres also a good caseit to be paranormal romance. The action and romance is all woven together in a beautiful, genre-defying swi

When I wrote the first book in the Penton series, REDEMPTION, long before Id ever read the NighHuntress series, I set out to straddle that genre fence. In that book, Aidan and Kryss relationship took equalweight with the external plot of a vampire world on the brink of starvation after a human pandemic vaccine rdered the blood of vaccinated humans poisonous.

And I had trouble selling it. It has too much romance, said urban fantasy editors. It doesnt have enouromance, said romance editors. Nobody wanted to break the genre line.

Finally, I gave in and changed the 50-50 romance-to-action ratio to more of a 60-40 with the heaviesweight on the romance. Its been a good ratio for me because it lets me write the rich, engrossing action-lacestory lines and complex worlds I love while also giving my hero and heroine enough page time to get to knoeach other and develop their relationships. The new book in the series, ALLEGIANCE, continues that ratio,with Cage and his romantic entanglements taking about sixty percent of the book, but the action-laced loomvampire civil war claiming the other 40. Because what goes with hot romance better than a little danger andsabotage?

What about you? Do you like a little romance with your urban fantasy, a little urban fantasy with youromance, or do you like to see it all blended together?


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Excerpt:

Mirren Kincaid was six feet, eight inches of muscle and bad attitude, and Cage would wager few had everspoken to him the way the girl had. At least not and lived to tell about it.

Cage glanced at Nik, who was biting his lower lip and not doing a very good job of hiding his ownamusement. Is she always like this?

Nik gave a slow shake of the head. Negative. Not at all. He paused. Sometimes shes worse.

This time, Cage couldnt stop the smile that spread across his face. This is going to be fun, as long awe stay out of the way.

I can f**king hear you, Reynolds. Mirren growled at Cage over his shoulder, but kept his eyespinned on the girl. Woman, Cage should say, although she was so diminutive next to the Scottish behemoth was hard not to see her as a waif. Probably accounted for her Mirren-like attitude. Short-man syndrome, so tspeak.

Mirrens hands balled into fists, and if the man had still been human, his face would have turnedabout six ugly shades of pissed off. Cage couldnt see the big guys expression, but hed bet those gray eyeshad gone from thunderstorm to snowstorm.

The colonel has lost his mind. Mirrens voice dropped about an octave. What could you possibly

do to help us here?

She propped her hands on her hips, gave Mirren a slow, sultry once-over with more than a little come-hitherin her expression, and lowered her voicebut not so low that Cage couldnt hear.

I can do things to you that are beyond your wildest dreams, vampire.Uh-oh, Nik muttered under his breath. Shes gonna blow.If Cage hadnt been afraid Mirren would turn his wrath on the nearest safe targethim, in other

wordshe wouldve explained to Nik that Mirren was showing uncharacteristic restraint, and if anyone wasgoing to violently break the stalemate it would be the big guy.

Little girl, I suggest you walk back into whatever hole in the woods you crawled out of. Mirrensvoice dropped even lower and softer. Funny how, on some people, a soft voice was more menacing than ashout. In the morning, the colonel can reassign you to a more fitting place. I dont care what you turn into

squirrel, otter . . . He gave her a head-

to-

toe once-

over and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.Chipmunk.Nik groaned and looked at the ground. Oh, man.Ashton took a step toward Mirren, craning her neck again. And where might that more fitting place

be, Mirren Kincaid? Oh, dont look surprised. I did my homework. Where is it you think I belong in thismans army? On my back?

Mirren shrugged. Probably, but dont spread your legs on my account, honey.The air around them crackled with tension, and even Cage thought Mirren had gone a step too far. He

opened his mouth to suggest that Nik take Ashton far, far away for the evening and start fresh at dusk tomorrow, maybe with a referee. He froze at her expression, though. She was grinning, dark eyes alight with mirthand a look Cage recognized all too well. The undeniable, addictive power of the adrenaline rush. Ashton washaving fun.

Clearly, the woman was insane. She was suicidal. She was . . . superb.With a screech that would do a banshee proud, she ran at Mirren headfirst. If Cage hadnt heard the

mans oof and been knocked off-balance himself when Mirren fell ass over teakettle, hed have sworn hedhallucinated the whole thing.

Told ya, mumbled Nik, whod stepped out of the way with nimble speed.A burst of pain erupted on Cages cheek, followed by the trickle of blood streaming toward his neck.

Damn, but that little woman could throw a punch. Unfortunately, she was throwing them so hard and fast,shed clocked him as well as Mirren.

Cage rolled out of the line of fire and took the outstretched hand Nik offered. That woman is barkinmad. Cage rubbed his jaw, amazed that Mirren was fending off blows but not striking back.


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Nik nodded. As a hatter.Finally, breathing hard from either fists or fury, or both, the woman stopped her assault. She sat astri

Mirren, looking down at him with a frown. Why the fuck wont you fight back? Afraid of being beat by a srority girl? Its no fun if you dont fight back.

Cage waited for it. The name-calling. Maybe a backhand to show Ashton what the Slayer was madeofwhich, even from his prone position, would send her flying. The lesson-teaching that was sure to follow

Instead, the choked noise Mirren uttered was one it took a moment for Cage to recognize because henever heard it from the man. Didnt think it was possible. Mirren Kincaid was laughing.

His voice even sounded differentlighter, amused. What the hell are you, Ashton?She climbed off him and rose to her full height, which wasnt much. Eagle shifter. And a damn goo

tracker. And stronger than you fang-faces can imagine. Plus, I can fly. So dont fuckin mess with me.Mirren rolled to his feet with surprising grace for a man his size and rubbed his face. The fingers he

drew from his mouth were covered in blood from multiple scratches, and there appeared to be tooth marks ahis jawline. You got a first name?

Ashton squinted up at Mirren a few heartbeats. Its Robin.An eagle named Robin. Bloody brilliant. Cage opened his mouth to comment but caught an elbow in

ribs from Nik, who gave a slight shake of his head.Right. Dont tease the eagle about her name.Mirren seemed to have reached the same conclusion, since he bypassed any comment about ironic

names. Guess youll work out after all, Ashton. Gonna have to find a new place for you to crash, though. Sthe colonel didnt say you were a girlCage saw Robins eyebrow take a dangerous spike at that, but Mirrwas obliviousId planned to put you and Zorba in a room together.

Thats fine. Robin ran her fingers through her short, spiky hair, and Cage tracked the movement. Sdelicate fingers in hands that held such power. We sleep together half the time anyway.

Aw, shit, Nik huffed out under his breath. I swear that woman has no filter. Interesting. And whdo you sleep the other half of the time, little bird?The words came out before Cage could stop them,

which he instantly regretted. Talk about no filters; his wereusually a mile high but they seemed to have suddenly vapor-ized.

Hed been off Robin Ashtons radar during her preoc-cupation with Mirren. Now, however, she stepped away fromMirren and looked at him. Really looked. Cage felt naked, asif she could see way more than hed ever intended to share.When had he developed such a big mouth?

You asking me to sleep with you the rest of the time,

vampire?

Allegiance

Penton Vampire Legacy

Book 4Susannah SandlinGenre: Paranormal Romantic Thriller

Publisher: Montlake RomanceDate of Publication: June 10, 2014


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ISBN: 978-1477823316ASIN: B00HQLQYWY

Number of pages: 344Word Count: 93,000

Amazon Barnes & Noble Book Depository

Book Description:From award-winning author Susannah Sandlin comes the fourth book in the smart and steamPenton Legacy series.

British vampire psychiatrist and former mercenary Cage Reynolds returns to Penton, Ala-bama, looking for a permanent home. The town has been ravaged by the ongoing vampirewar and the shortage of untainted human blood, and now the vampires and humans that makeup the Omega Force are trying to rebuild. Cage hopes to help the cause, put down roots inPenton, and resolve his relationship with Melissa Calvert. The last thing he expects is an at-traction to Robin Ashton, a trash-talking eagle shape-shifter and new Omega recruit.

Meanwhile, as a dangerous saboteur wreaks havoc in Penton, the ruthless Vampire Tribunal

leader Matthias Ludlam has been freed on the eve of his scheduled execution. But by whom?And to what end? As war and chaos rage on, love is the last thing Cage is looking for, but wihis attraction to Robin distract him from the danger living among them?

About the Author:Susannah Sandlin writes paranormal romance and romantic thrillers from Auburn, Alabama,on top of a career in educational publishing that has thus far spannedfive states and six universitiesincluding both Alabama and Auburn,

which makes her bilingual. She grew up in Winfield, Alabama, butwas also a longtime resident of New Orleans, so she has a highly re-fined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football, cheapMardi Gras trinkets, and fried gator on a stick.

Website: http://www.suzannejohnsonauthor.com Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/SusannahSandlin Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorSuzanneJohnson
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As Eran's feet left the ground, he found me in the crowd and gave me one final burninglook. There was something in his eyes now, not pride at having subdued Jacob or to impress u

on me the importance of the lesson he'd just demonstrated. All that seemed to have been forgoten. No, what I saw was intense curiosity. And just before he broke our gaze to adjust his sighon the route they were taking, I was certain that he felt the same way I didthat he wished heunderstood what had just happened between us.

As the rest of us watched in awed silence, I couldn't help but notice that, in a way similto the messengers on their arrival, Eran's group departed with the same close-knit familiarity.

"Who are they?" I asked, my head still tilted back."Part of a legion," Daniel replied.Despite my seclusion, I'd heard of legions. There were several of them, each with a pri-

mary purpose. "Which one?""The one that oversees castigated entities."

"Those who have wronged humankind?""Yes, the Fallen Ones," confirmed Daniel.I'd heard of them, too. In passing."And Eran's a part of that legion?""No," Daniel said with a subdued chuckle. "Not a part of, the leader of. He's their colo-

nel.""Colonel?" I said, finally lowering my head.Eran had been out of sight for a while, but this was the first time I'd felt enough convic-

tion to look away."You really have no idea who he is, do you?" Daniel was astonished.

"No."He didn't reply for what felt like a very long time. "Eran has been credited with keeping

the most dangerous entities from committing further atrocious acts while they are sentenced toan eternity on earth."

"You m

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