Cassidy Smith
is desperate for some excitement. Her free-spirited best friend keeps her on
her toes with the occasional misadventure but deep down, she just needs...more.
When the girls stumble into a bar one night known for its bad reputation and a
tattooed, bad-boy owner, Cassidy‘s left daydreaming what it would be like to
ditch her boring life and find a way to fit in with the rough and rowdy crowd
of The Pound.
Jack Campbell’s
got a one-track mind. He works hard to provide for the guys who work for him
and even harder to keep his bar running in tip-top shape. He can’t afford the
temptation of Cassidy being more than a temporary employee, but against his
better judgment, he offers the beautiful blonde a job at his bar. Things get
more complicated for Jack as his older brother starts stirring up trouble in an
underground casino in town, etching a target on his back, and forcing him into
a world he promised never to turn back to.
With their hearts on the table and a deck full of
secrets, will Jack and Cassidy bet it all... or give up their hand?
Loren is a dreamer, artist, radiologic technologist, and author who loves animals and people. Always writing short stories as a young child and young adult, she knew she wanted to become an author someday. The Art of Loving Ellie is Loren’s debut novel.
Loren can be found in her cozy home in Texas with her nose in a book, her corgi and mini aussie on her lap, and her son trailing along with her and her husband through their many adventures.
Title: Shift Author: Karina
Espinosa Genre: Urban
Fantasy Cover Designer:
Covers by Christian Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
It's hard enough being
an undergraduate student, an intern at Downtown Manhattan's police station, and
a bouncer at a local bar. Add her now ex-boyfriend who recently dumped her for
the school's resident bimbo—oh, and she's a werewolf.
Mackenzie Grey
meets her match when she is kidnapped by the Brooklyn Pack and tossed between
Sebastian and Jonah—the Alpha and the Beta. Being a lone-wolf in the city is
dangerous, and now that the Pack has found her, so can every supernatural being
in the Tri-State area. And not even her sarcastic, smart mouth can get her out
of this.
When a string of
kidnappings involves Mackenzie in supernatural politics, she questions her new
acquaintances and finds unlikely allies. Can she escape Pack law and keep her
freedom—or will she be condemned to an unwanted path?
Karina Espinosa is the Urban Fantasy Author of the Mackenzie Grey novels and The Last Valkyrie series. An avid reader throughout her life, the world of Urban Fantasy easily became an obsession that turned into a passion for writing strong leading characters with authentic story arcs. When she isn't writing badass heroines, you can find this self-proclaimed nomad in her South Florida home binge watching the latest series on Netflix or traveling far and wide for the latest inspiration for her books. Follow her on social media!
Orphaned and
unexplainably ill, Ember buys a one-way ticket to Ireland in hopes of
finding peace before she passes onto the afterlife. But a wrong turn
lands her in the clutches of a ruthless fae king, and Ember quickly
realizes there are fates worse than death.
Held captive in
his own castle.
Imprisoned beneath
the castle he should have been ruling, Rafferty's barely surviving
when a fiery stranger stumbles down the steps and illuminates a part
of him he long believed lost forever. Trusting her may be his only
option, but Rafferty has a curse of his own, and letting her too
close could prove deadly to them both.
Perfect for fans
of Karen Marie Moning, Sarah J. Maas, Kelly St. Clare, and Miranda
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Wayne's bestselling Vampire Huntress Chronicles will recognize more
than one familiar face in this series!
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Bestselling
author Jessica Wayne writes paranormal and fantasy romance. She lives
in Texas with her husband, three kids, and their two dogs.
She
is skittle obsessed, enjoys the occasional whiskey, and is an
ambassador for the mix-matched socks movement.
A
believer in true love, Jessica also believes that good things are
worth fighting for, and sometimes you have to risk it all to find
your place in the world.
Rydaria
lives as a prisoner in a tower library. Captured as a child, her past
is a mystery. Maintaining the literary treasures within her care, she
studies the world through books that give her a glimpse of the
freedom she craves.
A
scribe by trade, Crispin has devoted the last three years of his life
seeking the lost heir of Avalene. He travels to Worthenave’s famed
library in hopes of finding the key. Instead, he discovers a new
mystery, a beautiful librarian who is locked in with her books every
night.
As
the days pass, Crispin must choose. Rydaria’s precarious situation
is deteriorating. Meanwhile, his duty demands he leave before the
Duke of Worthenave uncovers his quest. Still, the scribe can’t
bring himself to abandon the captive in the library tower, even if it
costs him his mission.
Inspired
by Rapunzel and East of the Sun West of the Moon
A large circular room greater than thrice my height in diameter lay beyond the gate. On all sides from the floor to about two feet below the ceiling, which was well beyond my reach, were shelves laden with all manner of written records. Binders, scrolls, bound volumes, drawers, boxes, and files lined each shelf. Small tags hung from many of them—each card covered in neat writing. Over them, a wooden ladder hung by hooks on a rail that ran the circumference of the room. Above the track, small rectangular windows nested in the thick stone walls between the top shelves and the carved ceiling. In the center of the rotunda lay a thick round carpet. On it sat a large wooden table that had clearly been made to match the shelves and five padded chairs.
I crossed to the table and set my scribe’s bag on the polished surface. As I surveyed the shelves wondering where I ought to begin my search, I came up short. Someone was singing—a woman by the sound of it.
Leaving my bag behind, I turned around searching for the source of the voice, which was how I discovered the stairs. Tucked behind the shelves opposite the gate by which I entered,they could not be seen from the entrance. The narrow steps led upwards, following the curve of the stone tower wall. In the niches where the straight wooden boards of the stairs didn’t quite match the curve of the stone, someone had tucked all kinds of odd things, like clay jars, colorful baskets, and crocheted blankets.
As I climbed, I struggled to focus on the singer’s words. The words weren’t from my native tongue. However, the melody sounded familiar. I came to a halt on the landing just outside a second room almost precisely like the one below, the sounds fell into place.
She was singing in Saruthian.
Pale as the moon all still and lovely, The maiden’s heart longed for his touch. Still, the moon hung quiet, unresponsive, Cold and unfeeling despite her love.
Her honeyed voice washed over me. Blinking in the glow of the late-morning light pouring in the octagonal windows above the shelves on this level, I studied the singer as she continued her work. She was perched halfway up the ladder against the shelf with a bag full of tomes strapped to her hip and a long golden-brown braid falling down her back like a thick rope. I couldn’t help thinking of the ancient Saruthian tale of the captive of the rampion witch.
She was definitely fetching enough to play the role of the captive. With the long length of hair, the color of honey, the hue falling between the alfalfa and buckwheat honeys my bees produced at home, she could snare any man. Her form appeared pleasant as well, slender and curved in all the right ways.
As she reached the last of the verses in the poem, I fully expected her to stop. Stepping into the room, I prepared to introduce myself.
But she didn’t stop. As she set the second-to-last book in place, she began to sing a verse I had never seen in any of my references. My mind scrambled to translate it as she sang. Then she turned around.
A soft squeak escaped her, followed by a heavy thud as the last book fell from her suddenly lax fingers and hit the floor.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
Rachel
Rossano is a happily married mother of three children. She spends her
days teaching, mothering, and keeping the chaos at bay. After the
little ones are in bed, she immerses herself in the fantasy worlds of
her books. Tales of romance, adventure, and virtue set in a medieval
fantasy world are her preference, but she also writes speculative
fantasy and a bit of science fiction.
First, that “hot new boy,” Hayden, asks her out. And one night when they’re driving through the isolated, winding roads of Saddleback Ridge after dark, something happens that neither one of them can explain…
Bright lights in the middle of the forest. Whole blocks of time they can’t remember. They’re nauseous and disoriented. We’re talking full-on episode of The X-Files. But when her fuzzy mind clears, she’s back home, and so is Hayden. Um, what?
Hayden has always been sweet and caring and fun. But now it’s like he’s hiding something. He knows something, and she can’t be sure who he really is anymore or how everything is connected to her. When it happens again…and again, Cassidy needs answers—and fast—because one of these times, she might not wake up at all.
Under the Milky Way by Vanessa Barneveld
Publication Date: August 3, 2021
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Australian Vanessa Barneveld lives in a 19th-century house in inner-city Sydney with a 21st-century husband, two eccentric cats and one ghost—all of whom provide inspiration for her spirited novels. In addition to her writing career, she’s part of a crack team that produces closed captions for deaf TV viewers and audio descriptions for the blind. An avid traveler, she enjoys the journeys almost as much as the destinations. She freely admits to being food motivated and will stop at nothing to find the perfect hot chips wherever she roams around the world.
Get lost in the adventure and fantasy of the Amassa series, which SLJ called “a magical, enthralling world that keeps readers engaged from the first page,” perfect for fans of Shadow and Bone or The Bone Witch. Secrets will be revealed and choices will be made as Ash, Marcus, and Kaylin race to raise their phantoms and save the world.
Curse of Shadows (Amassia #2) by A.K. Wilder
Publication Date: January 4, 2022
Publisher: Entangled Teen
A.K. Wilder is a bestselling speculative fiction author with nine published novels in Australia. Originally from California, she lives on the far eastern coast of Australia with a house full of kids and one extraordinary spotted cat. Her favorite pastimes, besides daydreaming, include meditation, yoga, organic gardening, and weight training. Her novel writing is done in the early hours of the morning.
Abigail
has always struggled with the voices. From the relentless tyranny a
woman faces on an antebellum plantation to the unknown prison camps
in America during World War II, our heroine discovers the past in a
way that changes her future.
Moments
from the past serve as guiding posts for the country’s growth, and
also mark the transitions for Abigail’s own personal history. Her
best friend, Margaret, partners with Abigail to discover the identity
of the mysterious voices, while focusing on her passion and quest to
become a United States senator.
Through
it all, a serial killer torments the country, romance blossoms
between people they meet during the journey, and long-buried secrets
come to light in devastating ways. As elements twist, numbers align
and spiritual powers connect, no one will be the same again.
One morning as winter should’ve been transitioning into spring, an eight-year-old Abigail awakens with a piercing scream. She bolts upright and snails herself to the edge of her bed, placing a heavy hand on her chest to help steady herself and catch her breath. Her body twinges as though she’s fallen down a flight of stairs or been slammed by a double-decker trolley. The agony starts in the muscles behind her shoulder blade. From there it feels like a rocket exploded, escaping through her chest, leaving only traces of burning gases to snake their way through the rest of her fragile body. She coughs violently as her system tries to rid itself of unknown toxins.
The bedroom is dark and frigid because the pipes broke the previous day and her father was too busy sleeping off a hangover to call a contractor to fix them. Oliver has no mechanical knowledge or experience with home repair, but he tells Abigail that the Stauntons will address the issue since their heating system has also experienced problems with the winter storms that year. It’s been an unpredictable season, much more so than the usual winter in South Carolina. Some days Abigail has played outside all afternoon, hardly catching a chill. Others she wakes to a beautifully ominous layer of frost clinging to every blade of yellow grass as if its very life depends on it.
A thin glint of light pushes through the crack between the bottom of the broken shade and the splintered windowsill. Abigail watches as the sparkly dust settles on the foot of her bed and shines brightly. It reminds her of the quartz necklace dangling on the neck of the woman in her scary dream. It was gorgeous and made the woman feel safe and comforted as it has in every dream where it made an appearance. Abigail’s told Margaret about the necklace many times, wishing she could hop out of bed today and do it again. It’s only been two months since she saw Margaret, but missing her is more than just a faint feeling. It’s soul crushing. She aches for Margaret’s companionship like any other child would her own sibling who’s grown up and gone on without her.
In her nightmare, Abigail was stuck inside the body of an old lady running through a field, sweat pouring from her head down the curves of her hollowed and withdrawn cheeks. It was pitch black, and there were trees all around her, the wind shaking the branches such that they whispered secret directions in an unknown language. They resembled monsters with claw-like arms and vicious teeth, ready to bite her flailing limbs. Someone had been chasing her, but Abigail never saw the figure’s face.
Confusion rocks her body. Part of her is the small innocent child who wants to scream for Elizabeth, but a stronger piece of her feels much older, more mature, as if she’s lived for decades, maybe even centuries. She shakes through the aftermath of terror, unable to make sense of what happened in her sleep. All she knows is that it was horrific and made her fear something awful was destined to happen. Abigail wonders if her nightmares relate to the bits of conversation she’s overheard between Elizabeth and Bradford in the past. Elizabeth once said something about a killer coming after them again, but they’d ultimately agreed they were much safer now.
After deliberating with Imaginary May for a few moments, Abigail announces, “I can handle this on my own. I am a big girl. Margaret’s gone, but she taught me to be strong.”
She cuddles the teddy bear that Elizabeth gifted her last month for Valentine’s Day. Elizabeth had always bought one for Margaret when she was a child, the kind of mother and daughter tradition that Abigail has always yearned for. This is the first year that Margaret has been away for Spring Break during Valentine’s Day. Elizabeth missed her daughter immensely, so she purchased two identical teddy bears at the local toy store. One for Margaret, who would be home on Spring Break soon, and one for her favorite little neighbor and second daughter.
With a heavy sigh, Abigail stretches her arms above her head, extends her legs, and spreads her toes apart. Then she drops her chin to her chest, before rolling her head around in big circles. Four times each direction, one for every major element. She studied them in school that year. With each round of her neck, Abigail breathes in and counts to ten, then she lets out the air and reminds herself of everything she has to be grateful for. Margaret once taught her this morning routine, to help her ease the body tremors brought about by a nightmare, as the last doctor she saw refused to give any pain medication or advice. The stretching and breathing exercises help, and her pains slowly evaporate like a faint mist over a swamp.
An oblong mirror that’s mounted to the wall across from her window offers Abigail a dust- clouded view of her messy hair as it knots and sticks out in every direction, along with her worn- out unicorn covered nightgown. She chuckles at the sight of herself, and the last of her anxiety and spasms disappear. She imagines the body aches to have a color, a dull shade of lilac, as they lift in a swirling pattern like hazy smoke and exit out of the beam of light coming through the window.
“Stay away, you filthy bloke,” she chastises the imaginary swirl of colorful pain.
Didi
Oviatt is an intuitive soul.
She's a wife and mother first, with one son and one daughter. Her
thirst to write was developed at an early age, and she never looked
back. After digging down deep and getting in touch with her literary
self, she's writing mystery/thrillers like Search for Maylee, Justice
for Belle, Aggravated Momentum, and Sketch, along with multiple short
story collections. She's collaborated with Kim Knight in an ongoing
interactive short story anthology, The Suspenseful Collection. Most
recently, she published her first romance novella titled Skinny
Dippin’ which was originally released as a part of the highly
appraised Anthology, Sinners and Saints. When Didi doesn't have her
nose buried in a book, she can be found enjoying a laid-back
outdoorsy lifestyle. Time spent sleeping under the stars, hiking,
fishing, and ATVing the back roads of beautiful mountain
trails, and sun-bathing in the desert heat play an important part of
her day to day lifestyle.
James is my given name,
but most folks call me Jay. I live in New York City, grew up on Long
Island, and graduated from Moravian College, an historic but small
liberal arts school in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, with a degree in
English literature and minors in Education, Business and Spanish.
After college, I accepted a technical writing position for a
telecommunications company during Y2K and spent the last ~20 years
building a career in technology & business operations in the
retail, sports, media, hospitality, and entertainment industries.
Throughout those years, I wrote short stories, poems, and various
beginnings to the “Great American Novel,” but I was so focused on
my career that writing became a hobby. In 2016, I committed to
focusing my energies toward reinvigorating a second career in
reading, writing, and publishing.
