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Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Blog Tour: Eryinath-5: The Dancer Nebula

 


Knolan Cycle, Book II

Science Fiction

Date Published 11-01-2021

Publisher: PhoenixPhyre Publishing


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After returning from a successful mission with the Knolan Shock Forces, Hāthar needs a break. With Arra his mate pregnant and he still recovering from his last mission, Hāthar has compelling reasons for sticking close to home. But newly developed stealth technology has enabled Knola’s enemies the Valdrōsians to ambush one of Knola’s Deep Space Fleets, inflicting heavy losses.

Intelligence has identified the facility from which the new technology originated. Developing countermeasures, however, will require a raid to steal the technology and abduct the stealth project managers. Having recently defeated just such a raid, Hāthar is asked to evaluate the feasability of the Knolan plan.

The plan is insanely risky, but Hāthar senses he is the best choice to lead it. With the fate of his adoptive home hinging on the success of the mission, he sets aside his personal preferences in favor of duty. Eryinath-5, The Dancer Nebula continues the chronicle of Knola’s thousand-year war with the Valdrōsians—and the coming climactic clash that will determine the fate of Earth and our corner of the galaxy.




Excerpt

Chapter 3—Ambush in the Orython Sectar

 

“The Way is many things, but above all, it is eternal vigilance.”

Khuurus, First Guardian of Knola

 

The Guardian felt the presence of his daughter even before the door to the Command Center opened. He looked up from the situation screen and the worry on her face mirrored his thoughts. He looked at Amasadara.

“She’s heard, obviously,” his friend observed in High Language.

“How much do you know already?” the Guardian asked.

“Know is too strong a word, father.” Lynyth frowned. “Rumors have reached the Tower of the disappearance of half the fleet in the Orython Sectar. Relayed to me by several of my Waykeepers with Admiral Sharnakith’s fleet. Are they true?”

“As nearly as we can tell, yes.”

“There has clearly been a battle and we’ve lost.” Amasadara shook his head. “What is less clear is how so many ships could be lost so quickly. Without so much as a whisper of warning beforehand.”

A section of the inner circle of the Command Center retracted as the Oracle approached. She took one of the seats inside the inner circle of workstations and turned to face Amasadara. “Please continue, Uncle Amasa.”

“Admiral Sharnakith has located a sizable debris field at their last known, but it isn’t large enough to account for the loss of a whole Sectar Defense Fleet. There are a lot of Val hulks floating among the Orython DSF casualties, so Admiral Kendras’ fleet gave good account of itself. But we still have no idea where the admiral is…or the rest of her fleet.” Amasadara frowned. “Their continued silence is not promising.”

“I have feared something like this might happen ever since the Rykynaar engagement,” the Guardian interjected. “It is rarely a good sign when your enemy’s capabilities improve suddenly.”

“What insight have we gained from the shuttles we captured?” Lynyth asked.

“Very little.” Amasadara shifted in his chair. “It’s utterly new technology and superior to our own. Our technicians have no idea how it works and have been unable to reverse engineer it.”

“That’s disappointing,” Lynyth observed.

The Guardian grunted. “It is. What has led them to this breakthrough? Until now, the Valdrōsians have been skilled at adapting the existing technology they’ve pirated from us. But developing their own?” He shook his head.

“At the moment, however, I’m more concerned with locating whatever might be left of Admiral Kendras’ fleet. They are Knolans, and we must save as many as we can. It is also possible that a surviving Survey-Intercept officer might provide insight into how to wash through their countermeasures. If we can be ambushed and attrited as easily as apparently happened in the Orython Sectar, we are in serious trouble.”

“In the meantime, your Eminence, we must send out a Concordant-wide alert,” Amasadara suggested. “And have all Sectars prepare for mobilization.”

“Not yet.” The Guardian picked up a briefing stylus, tapping absently on the surface of the desk in front of him. “Mobilizing now will provoke questions we can’t answer, not to mention encouraging way more consternation...possibly even panic.” He stared at one of the displays in front of him.

“True, your Eminence, but we can’t afford to have another fleet taken by surprise like Admiral Kendra’s. Henceforth, our fleets need to be on fifty percent alert until we figure this out.”

The Guardian sighed heavily. “Make it so.” He tossed the briefing stylus on the desk and met his daughter’s eyes. “How is your newest Seed from Kurrithäal doing? Paul, I think his name is?”

“Very well, father. He is now fluent in Knolan and seems already to have found his Way. He is in training at the Academy. His previous experiences on Kurrithäal as…a Marine, I think they call them…has prepared him well for KSF duties. He seems perfectly at home with them. The Commandant at the Academy informs me he will complete training early. He believes him to be more promising than we originally guessed.”

“Given our current situation, that’s good news.” After a long pause, he continued. “How is Hāthar doing? I haven’t seen him since his return. Before I assigned him to the Rykynaar mission, I detected a strong sense of responsibility. I’m guessing he’s taking  his losses in his first battle personally? ”

“Yes.” The Oracle picked up the discarded briefing stylus and slipped it into the retaining clip next to one of the displays. “But the Syllamur assures me he will recover fully.”

“That’s good.” The Guardian glanced at Amasadara before continuing. “Has he had his corrective eye surgery, yet?”

“Scheduled but not completed,” the Oracle noted. “Purandra is in high demand.”

“Let me know when it is completed,” the Guardian ordered. “And what the outcome is. I may have a mission for him.”

 


About the Author

Dirk’s path to authorship wasn’t quite an accident, but almost. It’s not that he didn’t write. He did. Still, through two previous careers, first as a Marine officer and subsequently as a corporate trainer, Dirk started way more stories than he finished. But in the backwash of the 2008 financial meltdown, his employer filed for Chapter 11. Cordially invited to leave and not return, Dirk found himself out of work and excuses.

Since then, Dirk has published West of Tomorrow, Best-Case Scenario, Act I of Nyra’s Journey, a collection of short fiction entitled, Through the Windshield and Tier Zero, Vol I of the Knolan Cycle. All are available from Amazon in paperback and Kindle. His latest work in progress is The Year of Maybe, Act II of Nyra’s Journey, due out in 2022.


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Blog Tour: A Life After Loss

 


A Personal Story of Grief and Hope

Christian Death & Grief, Christian Spiritual Growth

Date Published: September 21, 2021

Publisher: Clay Bridges Press

 

In this personal journey through grief, Annalysa tackles the hard and honest questions that come up when the unthinkable happens and your faith comes into question. Through relating to her own experiences of unimaginable loss and heartache, Annalysa will lead you through the common thoughts, feelings, and stages that come along with grief and how to renew your strength in your faith, life, and your relationship with God. This book is for you if….

 

●        you’ve ever doubted your faith

●        you’ve lost a loved one

●        you’ve experienced extreme hardship

●        you feel lost and need a way out of your own grief

 

You are not alone, and regardless of your beliefs, you can find comfort in the authentic and vulnerable journey found within the pages of A Life After Loss.




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Part 1:

A Change of Plans

“We plan the way we want to live, but only God makes us able to live it” (Proverbs 16:9 MSG).

I’m the type of person who makes plans just for the sake of making plans, but let’s be honest; God’s plans are far greater than ours.

How do you put something like this into words? The unfathomable, the unspeakable, the unimaginable. How do you write into existence an experience that no one should have to endure? How do you share something so misunderstood, and often times unrelatable, with the rest of the world?

Honestly, I don’t know. But here goes nothing.

Something unheard of happened on the morning of September 1st, 2016.

Here’s what I knew: I was going to be a mother. I knew I was going to be re-sponsible for raising and loving a beautiful human being, and I knew my life was going to change forever.

It was around Christmas of 2015 when I found out I was pregnant. I had absolutely no idea or feeling, no natural instinct that just told me I was going to have a baby. My boyfriend, let’s call him AJ, knew though. Immediately.

I know it may seem strange that I, with my faith, did not wait until marriage to have sex or start a family. Even if it doesn’t seem strange in today’s world, I feel it is important to acknowledge that I was not married when I became pregnant and that the journey that led to me sharing this story would not exist if I had waited. This is a testimony to how God changed my life, and mistakes are a part of that. I am only human, and I know that I have an amazing God who died for our sins. AJ and I both longed for that close relationship with our creator, but we prioritized ourselves in the relationship and not God.

That was our shortcoming.

We were together for 11 months, almost a year, and we knew that we were madly in love with each other. Time, however, was our worst enemy. Eight months into our relationship I was accepted into the college of my dreams, the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising. I always wanted to travel the world and attend fashion shows. I wanted to be the person that styled the models or help set up fancy events and shows. It was my dream, my goal, and I was on my way. The problem? Distance.

The institute was in Los Angeles, a two-hour distance from AJ. We did our best and made it work, but the weekend after Christmas, our world was meant to change. He came down to visit on the 26th and I was so excited to show him where my dreams would soon come true. We went to the mall I worked at and took in all the beautiful Christmas decorations, we got delicious Chinese food and Sprinkle cupcakes, and made such a beautiful memory of our time together. It was a day neither of us would forget.

When we got back to my house, he immediately asked if I would take a pregnancy test because he had a feeling. I laughed it off at first, saying there was no way I could be pregnant. I had no symptoms, everything was normal.

But he insisted, so we went back out and found the nearest drug store. In my disbelief, I bought five tests, because I just needed to be sure.

I remember being in the bathroom waiting impatiently as the results came up on the first test. I don’t even think I remember all of them, it was such a blur, but five tests later I had five positives.

Everything happened so fast after that. I was on my knees in tears, denial taking over me. Grief isn’t just something felt for lost loved ones, but also for the loss of a potential future, and I felt it then. The guilt for being upset also hit me. People fight to become pregnant so often that it felt unappreciative to feel this way. It was a blessing, but it certainly did not feel that way that first night I took the tests.

AJ had always wanted a family of his own, but I was only twenty. I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I begged time to slow down, to go back. I believe now that was the bargaining phase.

And just like that, my time in Los Angeles at my dream school ended. One of the biggest accomplishments of my life became a short memory. While I know many mothers who still go to school and reach their career aspirations, I needed to be around family at this time in my life, so I moved back home.

 

 



 

 About the Author

Annalysa Alonzo, also known as Annie, is a mother to a heavenly daughter, a devoted and uplifting youth leader, and a brand-new author. She has experienced loss from love, people, and life. She finds the uttermost joy in helping the youth culture discover their true potential while on the journey of life with Jesus. She lives in Southern California but also calls the Pacific Northwest her home. Annalysa is ready to share her story with the world in hopes that others too will do the same.

 

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Monday, November 29, 2021

PROMO: Sealed with a Yuletide Kiss

 

 

An Historical Romance Advent Calendar

Historical Romance, Regency Romance, Holiday Romance, Romance Anthology

Date Published: November 30, 2021



Allow yourself to be swept away as you count down to Christmas with this collection of twenty-four romantic short stories. From friends to lovers and instant romance to secret identities and so much more, these treats are sure to fill you with warmth this holiday season. So grab a hot drink, settle into your favorite spot, and indulge in the magic of happily ever afters.


Story titles:

December 1: A Drunken Christmas Escapade

December 2: A Royal Affair on Christmas Eve

December 3: A Duke Surrenders His Heart on Christmas Eve

December 4: A Highwayman Proposes on Christmas Eve

December 5: Caught in a Snow Storm on Christmas Eve

December 6: Rescued by a Duke before Christmas

December 7: A Kiss for Christmas

December 8: A Christmas House Party

December 9: Underneath the Mistletoe

December 10: Snowed In on Christmas Eve

December 11: An Unexpected Guest Arrives for Christmas

December 12: At the Christmas Ball

December 13: Trapped in a Carriage on Christmas Eve

December 14: By the Stroke of Midnight

December 15: The Duke Proposes on Christmas

December 16: A Scandalous Dare on Christmas Eve

December 17: A Secret Christmas Rendezvous

December 18: Stealing a Yuletide Kiss

December 19: A Shocking Revelation for Christmas

December 20: Stranded at an Inn during Christmas

December 21: An Unexpected Encounter with a Highlander

December 22: Reunited on Christmas Eve

December 23: Only a Duke Will Do for Christmas

December 24: A Christmas Wedding Gone Awry



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USA Today Bestselling Author, Sophie Barnes, has spent her youth traveling with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She's lived in five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish, English, French, Spanish and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency.

She has studied design in Paris and New York and has a bachelor's degree from Parson's School of design, but most impressive of all - she's been married to the same man three times, in three different countries and in three different dresses.

While living in Africa, Sophie turned to her lifelong passion - writing.

When she's not busy, dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family. She currently lives on the East Coast.


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PROMO: Pemberley's Christmas Governess

 

 

A Pride and Prejudice Holiday Vagary

Regency Romance, Clean Romance, Classic Romance, Jane Austen Fan Fiction

Release Date: November 29, 2021

Publisher: Regency Solutions



Two hearts. One kiss.

Following his wife’s death in childbirth, Fitzwilliam Darcy hopes to ease his way back into society by hosting a house party during Christmastide. He is thrilled when his cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam sends a message saying not only will he attend, but the colonel is bringing a young woman with him of whom he hopes both Darcy and the colonel’s mother, Lady Matlock, will approve. Unfortunately, upon first sight, Darcy falls for the woman: He suspects beneath Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s conservative veneer lies a soul which will match his in every way; yet, she is soon to be the colonel’s wife.

Elizabeth Bennet lost her position as a governess when Lady Newland accuses Elizabeth of leading her son on. It is Christmastide, and she has no place to go and little money to hold her over until after Twelfth Night; therefore, when Lieutenant Newland’s commanding officer offers her a place at his cousin’s household for the holy days, she accepts in hopes someone at the house party can provide her a lead on a new position. Having endured personal challenges which could easily have embittered a lesser woman, Elizabeth proves herself brave, intelligent, educated in the fine arts of society, and deeply honorable. Unfortunately, she is also vulnerable to the Master of Pemberley, who kindness renews her spirits and whose young daughter steals her heart. The problem is she must leave Pemberley after the holidays, and she does not know if a “memory” of Fitzwilliam Darcy will be enough to sustain her.



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Driving regret from his features, Darcy turned to greet Captain Stewart. “We are pleased you have decided to join us, sir.” He extended his hand in greeting. Outside, he caught a glimpse of a petite woman providing directions to what must be her maid and assisting Darcy’s footmen to separate the gentlemen’s trunks. A frown formed on his forehead. The lady should not be left to sort these things out.

Welcome, Captain Stewart,” Lady Matlock called as she descended the stairs on her son’s arm.

The captain bowed properly and said, “Thank you and Darcy for accepting my presence along with the colonel.”

Always glad for more company,” Darcy repeated, while searching the drive once again with his eyes for the woman, who, evidently, had disappeared.

Bingley and his youngest sister appeared to greet the new guests, and, so, Darcy slipped outside to ask Mr. Nathan what had transpired. “Where is the young lady, Nathan?”

The lady insisted on following her abigail around the house to a ‘less than obtrusive entrance.’ She said she would speak to Mrs. Reynolds at the kitchen entrance.”

Ridiculous!” Darcy growled as he went after the woman. “Miss! Miss!” he called, using his long legs to overtake her. “Miss, there must be—”

The lady turned to look upon him, and Darcy forgot to breathe. An odd sizzle of recognition swept through him—an emotion he had never felt previously, but one which felt natural, nonetheless, despite it placing his normal complacency on high alert.

The lady was a good head shorter than he, but not quite as petite as he had first thought. Delicate, very feminine features and a fragile bone structure could not disguise the firmness of character he discovered in her expression. Moreover, the lady possessed the type of eyes in which a man could easily become lost. Intelligent eyes. They glistened from the cold, but when they looked at him, Darcy thought he could see a future that had long evaded his multiple attempts at consideration. Her eyes were green with a touch of woodsy brown. Whether he liked it or not, he suspected they would haunt his dreams tonight, but he took quick note they were equally “haunted,” providing the woman a hint of vulnerability—a look which made him want to reach out and tug her into his embrace and offer her his protection.

Holding his hands tightly in fists at his side to keep the tug of possession from claiming his good sense, he said stiffly, “There is some mistake, miss. You are to join us in the family part of the house. The colonel wrote specifically to ask us to welcome you into our home. Please permit me to escort you inside.”

She stared at him with curious interest marking her features. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and Darcy had the distinct feeling a smile on her lips might be his undoing. “I did not wish to interrupt the colonel’s homecoming. He has spoken often of the wonderful times he has spent at Pemberley.” She glanced around. “It is truly a magnificent estate, sir.”

I am pleased you find it so,” Darcy said, as a smile also claimed his lips. “You should view it in the spring and summer when it is green and full of color.”

She sighed deeply. “I would enjoy doing so very much. When I was—” The lady paused, giving her head a good shake. “My memories are not significant or of interest to you, sir.”

Darcy was not best pleased with her response. He would have liked to hear more of her opinion of his estate and her memories, but, instead, he presented her a slight bow. “Permit your maid to take your bags—” He looked to the girl, who appeared familiar. “I have seen you before, have I not?”

The maid dipped an awkward curtsey. “Yes, sir. I be Mr. Crownley’s daughter, Hannah, sir.”

Of course,” he said. “I thought you away from home.”

I was, sir. In Gloucestershire.”

Darcy nodded his acceptance. “I hope your mistress means to allow you to spend time with your family. Crownley will wish to see you for Christmas.”

I have already told Hannah she may spend as much time as she likes with her family,” the lady explained.

Good,” Darcy stated. “Then permit Hannah and my men to secure your bags in your quarters, and come away with me.” He offered the woman his arm. “The colonel’s mother is eager to take your acquaintance.”

She hesitated. “But I do not know your name, sir,” she said with a pert lift of her chin and with what sounded of a tease in her tone.

He smiled easily, realizing it had been forever since he had felt this light-hearted. “There is no one about to introduce us. The colonel is in the house,” he reminded her.

The lady glanced over her shoulder to the maid. “Hannah holds both of our acquaintances. Could not she perform the deed?”

Darcy could not look away from the lady’s countenance. He said with another grin of satisfaction for the privilege of speaking to such an enchanting woman, “Miss Crownley, might you provide me the acquaintance of your mistress?”

The maid giggled, but she managed a proper curtsey. “Lard, I never thought—” The girl sobered immediately. “Mr. Darcy, may I give you the acquaintance of Miss Bennet? Miss Bennet, the master of Pemberley, Mr. Darcy.”

Charmed, Miss Bennet.” He repeated with a bow. “If you have no objections, miss, I would see you inside the house. You must be quite chilled through standing outside for so long. Derbyshire winters are deceptively cold.”

The lady curtseyed. “Charmed indeed, Mr. Darcy,” she said softly, before placing her gloved hand upon his arm.

As he turned her steps toward the main entrance, in Darcy’s mind, time slowed. Desire as he had never known found a place in his chest. Instead of the main door, he was half-tempted to lead the woman to a nearby folly and enjoy more of the lady’s smiles. An insidious whisper pronounced her as his. Yet, when he reached the still open door, reality slapped him in the face.

There you are, Miss Bennet,” his cousin said as the lady left Darcy’s arm to stand beside his cousin. Edward said, very precisely, “My lady, with your permission, I would give you the acquaintance of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Miss Bennet, my mother, the Countess of Matlock.”

Darcy looked on as the woman, who had just bewitched him with a simple smile, executed a perfect curtsey. “I am humbled, my lady, by your kind recognition.” She glanced to the colonel and smiled largely. “Colonel Fitzwilliam has told me numerous tales of his family.”

The countess arched an eyebrow which said she thought Edward’s actions odd, as did Darcy, for his cousin had shared nothing of the lady with any of his dear family, but Miss Bennet had said something similar to him only moments earlier. Darcy’s aunt smiled her “social” smile. “I believe I speak for all of the colonel’s family in saying we will be most happy to learn more of you, Miss Bennet. For now, welcome to Pemberley.”

From a place on the staircase, Hurst called out, “Now, now, boys. No way for children to act. Louisa, I say do, something!”

Mrs. Hurst caught one of the boys just as Mrs. Anderson came rushing upon the scene. The nurse presented the gathering in the foyer a quick curtsey. “I apologize, Mr. Darcy,” she said, wringing her hands in obvious distress. “I be puttin’ Miss Cassandra down for a nap, and the boys slipped out when Megs was called away to assist Cook. They followed their parents after Mr. and Mrs. Hurst left the nursery.”

Mrs. Anderson’s whole demeanor said she was fearful of Darcy’s disfavor. He did not like the look on the woman, who had been very loyal to his family over the years.

He said, “No harm, Mrs. Anderson. I will ask Mrs. Reynolds to have Megs and another maid take turns in assisting you. I am grieved to have added to your duties. I will see you are readily compensated.”

I beg your pardon, Mr. Darcy. Might I be of assistance, sir? I would be happy to return the boys to the nursery and entertain them until the maid can return to her duties there.” Miss Bennet’s earnest expression said she spoke honestly. “Surely there are some items in the house which can be used to entertain the boys. Toy soldiers, perhaps, from when you and the colonel were younger. Most large households store such items away as the children age.”

His cousin suggested, “The grey trunk. Hey, Darcy. We kept all our best cavalry in it.”

Darcy nodded his understanding and looked to his butler.

I believe it was placed in the attic some years back, sir. I can have someone bring it down immediately, Mr. Darcy.”

We should have done so before now,” Mr. Darcy admitted, although, in reality, it should be the Hursts’ responsibility to see their children were entertained.

Miss Bennet immediately handed her cloak, bonnet, and gloves to Mr. Nathan and then climbed a few steps to claim the hand of first one of the Hurst boys and then the other. “Why do you not come with me? Mr. Darcy has promised us a treasure chest full of toys to explore together. Will that not be grand?”

The youngest of the two said, “Yes, ma’am.”

The lady turned to Darcy. “With your permission, sir,” she murmured.

Darcy attempted to keep the frown from his features, but he knew he failed. “I must object, Miss Bennet. It would be the worst of society to accept a young lady into my home as a guest and then expect her to perform the work of a governess. Neither I nor my household can impose upon your good nature in such a manner.”

I assure you, sir, I would not feel put upon in any such way. I prefer to make myself useful, and, as my position in society is one of governess, please permit me to assist you.”

Without waiting for his permission, she turned the boys’ steps toward the above storey and gracefully climbed the stairs to where Mrs. Anderson waited to show her the way. As her little party turned toward the nursery, he heard her say, “You must tell me your names. I am Miss Bennet.”

Governess?” the countess asked her son. “Did Miss Bennet say she was a governess?”

Yes, she did,” the colonel declared. A look of admiration marked the colonel’s features. “Was it not wonderful how she quite readily took the matter in hand? I am very proud of how quickly Miss Bennet proved herself useful to Darcy.”

But—” the countess thought to lodge her objection, likely the same objection rushing to Darcy’s lips.

However, Edward claimed his mother’s hand and brought the back of it to his lips. “I will explain later, Countess. For now, I want to freshen my clothes, and, then, I wish to hear all there is to learn of both Roland and father. How is the esteemed Miss Ashley? Is a wedding date set?” He turned to the rest of Darcy’s guests. “I will look forward to hearing something from each of you at supper.” He looked to Darcy. “My customary quarters, I assume.”

Yes, and the captain is in the blue suite across from you.”

Edward motioned the captain to follow him. “Come, Stewart. Darcy and my mother keep the gentlemen and the ladies in different wings of the house. I will show you the way. If one does not have a guide, he may become lost in a maze of rooms.”

As they all disappeared to different reaches of the house, including the countess and Georgiana, Darcy remained staring off at the point where the lady, who had quite literally sent his heart pounding in a manner he had never experienced previously, had disappeared. Growing up together, Darcy had, most assuredly, idolized his older cousin, for Edward had always appeared stronger and wiser than he, but, until a few moments prior, he thought he had finally caught up to the man; perhaps, even, had outdistanced him in many of the essentials required of an English gentleman. Yet, with absolute certainty, his cousin had once again left Darcy wishing for some “unknown,” which Fitzwilliam possessed.


About the Author

Regina Jeffers, an award-winning author of historical cozy mysteries, Austenesque sequels and retellings, as well as Regency era romances, has worn many hats over her lifetime: daughter, student, military brat, wife, mother, grandmother, teacher, tax preparer, journalist, choreographer, Broadway dancer, theatre director, history buff, grant writer, media literacy consultant, and author. Living outside of Charlotte, NC, Jeffers writes novels that take the ordinary and adds a bit of mayhem, while mastering tension in her own life with a bit of gardening and the exuberance of her “grand joys.”


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Thursday, November 25, 2021

PROMO: Claimed

 

 

The Wolf's Den, Book 4

Paranormal Romance

Date Published:11-26-2021



He's waited a lifetime for her.

Melody Walker has a dark history. It's only been three years since she was bitten by a rogue werewolf, and her husband was killed. Since she's unable to shift, she's tried to live as a human, desperate to hold on to what she knows. She's worried her best isn't good enough when an enormous man shows up at her doorstep and changes the game.

Gunner Newsom didn't expect to meet his mate when his pack took over the community at Rhodes, but he's grateful for the gift of her. She's everything he's ever wanted. Witty, resilient, and sexy as hell. There's just one thing that stands in his way. His female is fighting to protect her only child, a little girl who's in danger of being given to her paternal grandparents as she's human and her mother is a werewolf.

What belongs to him, he loves, cherishes, and keeps. Not only will he claim the mate he's been given, but he'll also protect the daughter he's accepted as his own. He'll kill anyone or anything that attempts to stand in his way.


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He stared at her, wishing things were different between them. If she was a pure werewolf, she'd pick up what he was trying to throw down. She'd understand straight away. But that wasn't the case. She had to come to terms with what was currently flowing through her.

"I want you to think about that when you go to bed, Melody," he instructed quietly. "Think about how things would be if I were sleeping beside you instead of taking refuge on the couch. I want you to take in what you've learned about me the last few weeks. Remember every single thing I've done since I've come here."

He ripped his eyes from hers, severing that kind of contact, waging a war within himself. He had to push his bestial nature back to address her as a man and not the beast she thought him to be. He cleared his throat when was in complete control, striving for calm.

"Consider how things could be with me by your side. You don't have to be afraid. Not of me or anyone else. Take a minute and envision the life I can give you if you'll let me."


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Aline Hunter is a multi-published author who has written stories featured in horror magazines, zombie romance anthologies, and flash fiction contests. Her work has a dark undertone, which she credits to her love of old eighties horror films, tastes in music, and choices in reading, and has been described as “full of sensual promise,” “gritty and sexy” and “a breath of fresh air.”

Currently, she is penning projects within the urban fantasy, erotic and contemporary, and paranormal romance genres.


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PROMO: Embrace the Moon

 

 

Eternal Moon Series, Book 4

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: December 4, 2021


A tragedy from the past won’t keep country star, Ethan Sawyer, from claiming the woman he loves.

When Ethan Sawyer’s intense attraction to the enchanting Skyler turns into a whole lot more, the popular country music star is ready to leave his wild bachelor days behind. But a serious relationship with a musician could be a bridge too far for the daughter of a famous rock and roll icon, cut down by a drug overdose in his prime.

Skyler has broken every promise she ever made to herself by falling in love with the last person on earth she should be with, a man who makes his living on the stage. When the media frenzy over them as a couple gets too hot for Skyler to handle, she has to take a step back and reevaluate her choices. Ethan’s willing to fight for the woman he loves, but how can he compete with a ghost and the heartache left in the wake of his tragic death?

Even if Ethan can convince Skyler that they can successfully navigate the pitfalls of his very public career to find their own happily ever, how will he explain the secret he’s been keeping about what’s buried in his DNA? A sizzling romance that will make you laugh, make you cry, and leave you wanting more.



About the Author

Vicki Crum is the award-winning author of the Eternal Moon series - Once in a Blue Moon, Moonspell, Blood Moon and Embrace the Moon. Blood Moon was voted Best Paranormal Romance of 2021 by Book Buyer’s Best Award. Vicki resides with her husband in a charming seaside community in Southern California. She has two grown daughters and two adorable grandchildren who light up her world. Vicki loves readers!


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