Tuesday 31 July 2018

Cruel Games by Elaine May




Title: Cruel Games
Author: Elaine May
Genre: Contemporary Romance 

 






Our destiny was signed and sealed before we ever met but how am I supposed to marry him when he broke my heart. 
I am meant to marry him, but I hate him.... I hate him for what he did to me. 
I'll make him pay by being his worst nightmare. 
I'll make him regret ever being part of this madness.
I am ready for war and London is my battleground.
I want to tell you my story.... if you are up for the ride.













Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the South West of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what I've written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.





Monday 30 July 2018

The Pious Insurrection



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Dark Fantasy
Date Published: July 1, 2018
Publisher: Lulu Publishing

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A grim, sword & sorcery tale with monsters, magic, religion, and war.

This is how the world ends:

The innocent kill. Those killers lead. That is the nature of war, which ravages the province of Evigönda.

For a breath, there is peace, but the gods' demands pull at thestrings. Amos is a mystic who guards Bo, a seer who sacrificed herphysical sight to see spirits. Together, they must use her judgment toharvest souls for the Reaping, a sacred mission and necessary evil tomaintain the safety of their homeland.

Every move they make throws the world into further chaos, and when a scarred veteran makes it his mission to stop the Reaping so he can save his own struggling nation, the body count rises.

Shady allies and passionate enemies challenge the morals of piety and righteousness in this gripping fantasy tale.

Unlike fantasy epics that bring all new races such as orcs, elves, and dwarves in the style of Tolkien, or Paolini's Inheritance Cycle, The Reaping is dark fantasy that brings as much diversity from its all-human cast. From the Ashborn--the technologically-savvy steampunk mountain rangers of Borensati--to the Templars, disciplined, systematic warrior women who harvest the powers of the Sun and the earth to turn their weapons into medieval lightsabers, the cast of The Reaping pulls readers into a warbound, thought-provoking fantasy adventure.




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Excerpt



“Don’t open your eyes,” Harken coughed. “Play dead. Lie there. Please.”

Lancaster couldn’t obey. He opened his eyes and stared as Harken struggled to his feet. He barely recognized his brother: blood poured from his shoulder, where a large bolt had found its mark. A blow Harken had taken to the face left him with a shattered cheek, and blood matted his hair. Stumbling, Harken sank to his knees next to Lancaster.

Lancaster tried to hide, but his own injuries restricted him. His left arm was bent in a way it shouldn’t be. His shattered knee throbbed, and blood trickled from his numb right wrist. He couldn’t move at all, especially when Harken heaved the corpse of their fallen fellow Nazarian onto him.

Footfalls approached, and as shadows flickered, Harken reached for his broken lance. He propped himself up on it and peered into the faces of the approaching figures.

“Commander, another survivor. This one has enough strength to stand,” a Seladorian woman announced, sword drawn. She pointed her blade at Harken’s throat.

Harken didn’t budge.

Another woman approached. Blood leaked down into Lancaster’s eyes, but he could see her legs. Padded black cloth covered her lower body—a far cry from the heavy metal armor most Seladorian warriors wore.

“You…” Harken started. “You’re not with the Templars. You must be the Hand.”

“That is correct, young man. While the Templars meet danger where danger presents itself, the Sisters of the Hand strike danger where it is vulnerable, and I—the Hand of the Goddess—have found the weakest link in Nazarelle’s armor.” Her voice was honeyed, not the tone one would expect from a vicious killer.

Harken coughed, blood seeping from his mouth. “Ambush from the mountains… smart.”

“If you knew anything of battlefield tactics, you would have seen this coming,” the Hand retorted.

Harken shook his head. “I’m just a soldier with a team of trainees. We weren’t meant for this. We shouldn’t die like this.”

“So it is mercy you want?” The Hand circled Harken for a moment, prodding the body that covered Lancaster with her foot.

Lancaster held his breath, eyes squeezed shut as his heart raced.

“I never asked for this. We’re just conscripts,” Harken pleaded.

“And yet… this is a battle your king chose. Your army attacked ours, and because of this, two thousand of my sisters have fallen in the past centenox. I would spare you no mercy, nor would I spare you any pity, because they all would still live”—the Hand grabbed Harken by his throat—“if not for the greed of your king.”

Harken dropped the lance as he pulled against her tight grip, but his wounds were too great. He didn’t have the strength to break free.

Eyes still closed, Lancaster listened to his brother die. As his body hit the ground with a loud thud, the door opened.

“It’s time.”


About the Author

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Dexter Morgenstern is a Southern-born Seattle author and model. Homeschooled after a diagnosis of mild Asperger's, he learned to play to his strengths as an energetic, creative artist. He began writing at the age of fifteen, and published his first novel two years later. Outside of art, Dexter spends his time gaming, studying, and socializing with other ambitious minds. As an army brat, he attained a pragmatic sense of discipline that he uses to balance his artistic endeavors with his academic ones. Dexter's ultimate goal is to contribute to the subjugation of humanity by artificial intelligence.



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Friday 27 July 2018

Fragile Tension by Irene Colabianchi




Title: Fragile Tension
Author: Irene Colabianchi
Genre: Contemporary romance










Asher Keaston is a young airline pilot who is disappointed by his childhood and the loss of the most important person in his life. 

Eleonor Meier is convinced that she can recuperate a reality of which she has no memory. 

An encounter that is not really fortuitous between the two, convinces Asher that the only way to free himself of his past and live a torment-free future, is to destroy the beautiful and passionate woman who has taken over his memories and his desires.
Eleonor hates Asher's eyes, his intense and intrusive look, his oppressive and arrogant ways, but passion and fate will change their destiny once again, that destiny that had separated them four years before.
Asher is convinced of his plan, but instead will find himself always more involved in what he actually feels for Eleonor, a desire that never died. Eleonor will discover that there is a deep secret in Asher's eyes that could shock her existence.
What if the destruction of Eleonor will be Asher's final condemnation?




She’s worse than drugs, than alcohol, than a teenage crush.
She nods. “I know what I must be afraid of” she answers, looking at me and biting her lower lip. “And what I must be careful about.”
I like the way she’s looking at me while she whispers those words with her persuasive voice. “What must you be careful about, Eleonor?” I ask, putting myself comfortably on the couch.
She looks at my arm on the backrest and sighs deeply, putting her head back. “You, Asher Keaston” she answers, sincerely.
I’m quite surprised, I didn’t expect it. Eleonor seems to be her old self, but in reality, something has changed over the years. She has grown up, she has become stronger, she’s an independent adult now, and I don’t think she’ll let anyone step on her easily. “Am I dangerous?”
She crosses her arms and makes herself comfortable, tickling my arm with her long hair. “You don’t let anyone get to know you, no one can tarnish you.”
Damn it… coming from her, it sounds like the most horrible thing in the world, but I don’t get discouraged. There’s no need to, and I don’t want to, so I get closer to her and pretend that her words didn’t touch me at all. “You can’t control me or you can’t control what you feel when you are with me?”
She opens her eyes wide and moves on the couch, nervously. She blinks and curls up on the couch. “You’ve got the bad habit of embarrassing people.”
“I don’t embarrass them, I just tell them the truth.”















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Irene Colabianchi was born in Rome, Italy, in 1999. She attends the most important High School of Art of Rome. She loves reading, writing and dreaming, imagining impossible loves and sexy bad boys. She wrote the fantasy romance series Boogeyman Saga. After she published, in Italy, the paranormal romance ‘Il bacio di Ade’. Recently she published a new Mafia Romance series, beginning with the first novel 'Donna D'onore'.
All these books are available in Italian on Amazon and others e-commerce.
Fragile Tension is her debut novel on the International market.



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Thursday 12 July 2018

Cruel Games by Elaine May


Title: Cruel Games
Author: Elaine May
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: July 31st 

 




Our destiny was signed and sealed before we ever met but how am I supposed to marry him when he broke my heart. 
I am meant to marry him, but I hate him.... I hate him for what he did to me. 
I'll make him pay by being his worst nightmare. 
I'll make him regret ever being part of this madness.
I am ready for war and London is my battleground.
I want to tell you my story.... if you are up for the ride.








Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the South West of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what I've written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.




Wednesday 11 July 2018

All of My Heart


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Contemporary Romance
Date Published:10-3-2017
Publisher: Sand Dune Books (indie published)'

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When Suzie Hart inherited the lakeside Victorian cottage that would soon become Sweet Hart Inn, she imagined her life all planned out ahead of her. She would run the inn, write her recipes, and pick up an occasional catering job with her cousin Sydney. What she didn't plan on was Brad Matthews.

Suzie Hart has it all. A beautiful home, friends and family, and the sweetest job in the world. She's the best darned cook in Harbor Falls, North Carolina, and has the street cred to prove it. She runs her own bed and breakfast, writes a food blog, and is working on her first cookbook.

Life is perfect. Right?

Wrong. You see, Suzie has a secret. And when that secret rides up to her doorstep on a bad-ass Harley and tosses her not-so-perfect little world into some kind of big, bad tumble, happy-go-lucky Suzie panics.

Brad Matthews doesn't have a secret, he has a plan--and that plan includes luring Suzie back into his life. When she worked as his sous chef in Asheville, he had no intention of falling in love with the sassy chef, or any woman for that matter. No room in his life for romance. But when Suzie disappeared and took Brad's heart with her, his good intentions shattered. Now that he's found her again, he's not about to let her alter the new path he's set out for his life--and hers.


Excerpt

Suzie hoisted the second twenty-five pound bag of mulch from her wheelbarrow to the ground with a grunt, dropping it next to the stone foundation of her house. There. Ready for her to spread in the morning. The hostas were planted and weeds wouldn’t grow overnight so she’d just make this her Sunday morning chore—after breakfast, that is. She was pooped. Long day. She was now ready for a bubble-bath and that glass of wine.

Standing up straight, she swiped the back of her gloved hand over her forehead. Glancing, toward the west, she watched the sun settle over the mountain, shadowing downtown Harbor Falls a half mile or so in the distance. She loved living on the edge of town, right on the lake. She liked being just so far removed from Harbor Falls’ daily hustle and bustle. If you could call it that. Downtown Harbor Falls boasted of a business district, but nothing compared to the likes of nearby Asheville or other vacation and shopping hot-spots of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

But Harbor Falls was Harbor Falls, small town at its best. No big box stores. No strip malls. Just a busy little downtown. And they liked it, just the way it was.

Life and business, and living in her new-to-her home, were good. She marveled every single day how she’d acquired the quaint Victorian cottage. It was a dream come true. Her aunt’s passing had been unexpected and the fact that she’d left the home to Suzie was even more so. Her father’s oldest sister was the maiden aunt everyone adored, and Suzie missed her terribly. She vowed she would never take owning the home for granted and would always honor her aunt in the highest regard by keeping the home full of love and laughter and children. Aunt Donna so loved children. Since Suzie was the oldest of all of the cousins, her Aunt had doted on her more than the others, and had encouraged her to chase her dreams. Still, she never expected that her aunt would leave the beautiful storybook home to her.

Every day Suzie sent up a prayer of thanks to a higher power who might have assisted in helping move her dream forward.

Sweet Hart Inn was hers. She’d worked hard to convert Aunt Donna’s home into a working bed and breakfast inn, and to renovate the kitchen for her cooking classes and catering. It was also the perfect place to work on her cookbook and write her blog.

Cliff had dumped her, yes. And her sister had done something unthinkable, yes. But secretly she thanked the two of them and held no grudges, because their decisions had forced her hand. When that happened, and when the home was literally dropped into her lap, she’d left the past behind and started making plans on how live her future.

Sweet Hart Inn was the rest of her life. She intended to stay here, run this little bed and breakfast, and do her cooking and writing thing for years to come.

Her gaze spanned the horizon and then settled on the lake. Smiling, she rubbed her hands together to rid them of some dirt and then wiped them on the thighs of her jeans. As dusk settled in, all she wanted was a quiet walk down to the lake for a few moments of silence. Then that long, hot soak in the tub.

With her first few steps, the rumble of a surly engine grew louder down the road, forcing her to turn back. A large motorcycle—one of those bad-boy types—and its rider leaned into the turn and then smoothly made way up the curvy drive to her home. She liked how the bike thundered into her peaceful existence and she wasn’t quite sure why. It was both unexpected and welcome, and that really made no sense at all. Perhaps it provided an edge to the night, a hint of excitement the inn normally didn’t lend at this time of evening.

The rider stopped the bike and abruptly cut off the engine.

Suzie stood spellbound staring at the man and motorcycle. He wore black from head to toe—helmet, leather jacket, hip-hugging tight jeans, and boots. Yes. Bad boy. The man stood silent and unmoving, staring back at her.

She’d expected a guest this evening, a Mr. Logan, and supposed this man could be him. He hadn’t said anything about arriving on a bike—not that her guests were in the habit of indicating the type of transportation they would use to get to the inn.

She stepped forward, again wiping her dirty hands on her pants, silently wishing she’d ended her planting early and showered. She reached out, ready to shake his hand and welcome him and—

Her breath caught in her throat.

The man dismounted, stood straight up, and slipped off his helmet. The steady gaze that met hers and held while he shifted the helmet to his left hip and ran five fingers through his ruffled, curly brown hair, startled her.

Her heart jack-knifed.

An icy panic shot up Suzie’s back and she sucked in a breath and held it. A buzzing noise filled her ears, like a thousand people talking to her all at once. She’d know that finger-rake mannerism anywhere.

Her head spun and Suzie felt herself go a little light-headed.

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Brad caught Suzie’s gaze and then watched her body literally fold into itself and fall to the ground. “Shit!” He rushed forward to grab her about the time her temple connected with a rock at the edge of a flower bed. “Suzie!”

His chest pounded. He pulled her onto his lap, fear shaking his arms. “Suzie, darling, hell. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. Wake up sweetheart.” He caressed her face and cooed soothing words.

Inside he was mortified that he’d caused her to fall and had hurt her.

She moaned and shifted, pushing her palms into his chest. “Wha…” The half-word fell out of her mouth on a breath. “What are…”

“Sh, darling. Oh, Suzette.” Brad glanced about. Where to take her? Inside? To the hospital? He glanced about and noticed a small SUV parked near a back entrance. He supposed it was hers. Were her keys inside? Obviously he couldn’t take her to the hospital on his bike.

Should he call 9-1-1?

“We need to get you somewhere. Have that bump looked at.”

Suzie shifted and huffed out a quick breath. “No, Brad, no…” Then she slumped into his arms again.



About the Author

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Sophie Jacobs writes to silence the people in her head, and she needs two pen names to get the stories down! (If only cloning were so easy.) Whether writing contemporary romance or women’s fiction, she strives to get their stories told. Writing as Maddie James, she pens romance genre fiction from cowboys to suspense. RT Book Reviews says, James “deftly combines romance and suspense,” and Affaire de Couer claims she “has a special talent for traditional romance.” Published in print, ebook, audiobook, and in at least seven languages, Maddie has been listed as a Top 100 Romance Author on Amazon and as an iBooks Rising Star in Western Romance.


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