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Sandgirl’s Dream by Chrissy Moon

author pic with sandgirl kitHi, everyone! I’m Chrissy Moon, and I am very excited to tell you about my fourth novel release, my first in two years!

It’s called Sandgirl’s Dream, and it’s the sequel to my teen fantasy book, DayDreamer. Written as a standalone, it can definitely be read without reading its predecessor.

What was really fun for me in the creation of this book was taking the main characters from DayDreamer and rounding out their personas. I crafted layers to their backgrounds as well as that of their parents, and it can get pretty intricate. There’s so much selfishness and jealousy in Greek mythology that I pretty much had this vast playground to work with.

I have to say that this book isn’t as happy-go-lucky as DayDreamer. It’s still suitable for teens and pre-teens. It’s still devoid of cursing, adult situations, and drugs, and still has an overall light and sometimes funny tone to the narration. But this time around we see that some of our main characters aren’t always perfect or even good, which makes them a little more complete in my eyes.

As always, I enjoyed writing about Kayla’s adventures, and I hope you have fun reading it!

 

Sandgirl’s Dream

Moon-God-2-SANDGIRL-Cover-Final-A17-year-old Kayla lives in a town of cryptic identities, old mythological family backgrounds, and hundreds of secrets. Like most teens in Idyllwild, California, Kayla is Lyzicc – a human-looking child of two mythos beings, and a generation away from the darkness and magic of ancient lore.

Her mother, a former siren who sang men to their death – as well as her father, Der Sandmann of folklore – are inexplicably sucked into a sand sculpture one morning, leaving Kayla worried and confused.

Hale, the boy she’s seeing, and his fraternal twin, Collin, invite her to stay with them in their vast underground kingdom during her parents’ absence.

Added to this is an estranged best friend, an adopted little sister with a secret even she doesn’t even know about, a possibly-insane mythos grandfather (Father Time), and the fact that her new boyfriend’s mother wants to kill Kayla because of an ancient pact, you can bet her junior year in high school will finish with heartache, enchantment, and maybe even love.

Release Date: October 26th, 2017

Excerpt:

      One of the biggest slaps to the face that afternoon was that, after my parents’ disappearance and learning they were probably just taken by relatives for an emergency meeting, and after the mind-numbing education of the difference between Hades and the Ante-Kingdom, we still had to go to school. Well, at least according to Hale.
      At this moment though, I was experiencing a different sort of challenge. I was struggling with that uncomfortable question we all have to face at some point in our lives.
      Which direction should I burp in?
      I didn’t see a whole lot of solutions to my little problem, but I’d just have to improvise.
      We’d stopped by a fast-food place on the way to school when we saw that we probably wouldn’t get back in time for lunch. Feeling especially thirsty and hungry that day, I asked for an extra large soda, and to show off in front of the guys, I finished it in less than 5 minutes.
      I don’t know what in the world made me think that guzzling down a carbonated, sugary beverage at the speed of light would impress them. I don’t even think they noticed, so all it really did was make me terribly uncomfortable for my first class of the day, which was fifth period.
      Anyway, to make matters worse, I wasn’t in Government anymore with Howard Strayke, a great teacher and friend who couldn’t care less if you talked while you worked or cussed out loud, since he himself had been known to drop f-bombs during lectures. That semester had ended and my many classmates and I were now in Economics. There was a teacher shortage so we had to merge into one giant student lump for that class.
      I didn’t have anything against the idea of an economics class. I understood that it was important to learn how to handle money, or something. But my econ teacher was Mr. Jolston, and he was the opposite of Mr. Strayke in so many different ways.
      First, he was one of those teachers who was so strict and controlling, he wrote everyone’s names on their test sheets and gave them to us that way, instead of passing out blank test sheets and have everyone write in their own name, like we’d all been doing since we were kindergarteners. He was the kind of teacher who would tell us where exactly to place our backpacks and what items were allowed on our desktops. When we raised our hands to participate in class, our arms had to be sticking straight up with our hands flat and not curled, and our other arm had to be on top of our desks.
      Collin got in trouble when he flat-out asked the teacher, “Will we also need your express written consent to scratch our own butts?” Only he used a more colorful word in place of butts. Mr. Jolston had kicked him out of the class for the rest of the day, but as far as the rest of us in class could tell, that was more reward than punishment.
      Little bubbles of air kept wiggling up my throat every couple minutes as I sat in class now, trying my best to look like I was paying attention. So far, I’d been successful in swallowing these belches away, but they kept coming back with a vengeance. At times like this, I was very happy that I was in the back where at least not everybody in the junior class could see me or in this case, smell me.
      Still, there was someone sitting directly in front of me and kids sitting all around me. Mr. Jolston managed to fit about 40 desks inside his room and have ample space between rows, but as I’ve learned, regurgitated air that contained the combined smells of cola, hot dogs, and stomach acid can unfortunately travel pretty damn far.
      “Now, it seems as though nobody discussed the subject of investment to my satisfaction in yesterday’s homework. I won’t lie – I’m disappointed. To highlight this matter for you all, I’ve made another work sheet for homework tonight, and this time I want more discussion from each of you.”
      There were a lot of groans, which made Mr. Jolston frown, and at that point, the groans promptly stopped.
      I put my head down on the table and released a tiny burp toward the floor, figuring that was the only place it would remain undetectable. I waited a few moments, my ears sticking out like antennae, listening for sounds of disgust from the people around me. Satisfied that I hadn’t been found out, I slowly picked my head up and tried to pay attention in class.
      Oh god. Another little gas bubble was already shooting its way up my esophagus.
      “Ms. Isbethrie?”
      God, no. Not now.
      He nodded at me, which for him was almost the same thing as a smile. He didn’t have a reason to hate me yet, as I don’t typically mouth off to a teacher unless I have a perfectly good reason to. “Mr. Howell doesn’t seem to know, so I’m hoping you can save the day. What’s the difference between a bond and a share?”
      I immediately glanced at Miran Howell, who looked flustered and a little embarrassed. Miran was super nice and extremely cute, but he had some days that made you think he’d fallen out of the stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down.
      Of course, I had my dull moments, too.
      “Uh…a bond is something that you…get…from a bank. Like a loan?” I tried to swallow down a burp, praying I would at least be half-correct in my response. More importantly, I hoped Mr. Jolston would take his eyes off me and leave me to belch in peace.
      I heard a laugh being stifled, and looked out of the other corner of my eye to see Ellington stuff his fist in his mouth, trying not to crack up. Then he shot his hand up in the air to volunteer to answer the question.
      Mr. Jolston sighed. Ell was definitely brilliant, close to genius I’d say, but our teacher didn’t like him because of his tendency to cause trouble. He didn’t like any of the guys, to be honest. If I were fearless, I would tell Mr. Jolston to stop picking on the guys just because he was jealous that he was obviously never cute, popular, or maybe even liked very much at all.
      I watched Mr. Jolston’s inner turmoil as he apparently struggled with the choice of letting Ell answer the question correctly, or torturing more students who obviously didn’t know the difference between a bond and a freaking share. After a moment, he sighed again and said,       “Yes, Mr. Burke?”
      Ell put his hand down. “A bond is when the government borrows money from you. It can take up to 30 years but you will get your money back regardless. A share is when you invest in a company, so the money you get depends on how well the company does, which is obviously riskier than a bond.”
      Mr. Jolston pursed his lips together in acceptance. “Thank you, Mr. Burke.” He walked around for a moment with his hands behind his back. “I think it’s pretty obvious that most of you are not learning anything or living up to your potential. Now, listen carefully, class. Do a lot of reading tonight in your textbook and convince me in your homework that you understand the review questions at the end of the chapter.” He paused to look at Miran, then glared at me. “This means you, Ms. Isbethrie.”
      I nodded and opened my mouth to respond, but a deafening belch punched out of me instead.
      Everyone laughed. I put my hands over my mouth and gasped, looking at Mr. Jolston and terrified as to what he was going to do. “I’m sorry! I meant to say, yes…Mr. Jolston.”
      His head moved a little bit as if he’d chuckled, but it didn’t show in his face. “Thank you for that…enlightening speech, Ms. Isbethrie.”
      I bit my lip and slouched down in my seat. When all eyes were off me, I grew bold and looked up at Hale, but as usual I could only see the back of his blond head. I wondered how this little incident would affect any future conversations about me that he would have with his friends.
      Hale’s friend: Hey, Hale. I want to tell you about my new girlfriend. She has almond eyes, soft brown skin, hair that smells like a summer breeze, and a singing voice that’ll knock your socks off. Aren’t you seeing a new girl too? What’s she like?
      Hale: Oh, you mean Kayla? She’s real gassy. Thanks for asking.
      So many times I wished I were more feminine – shorter, for starters. Being clumsy didn’t help either. I’ve seen those dainty girls who walked around school as elegantly as if they were accepting an Academy Award. Tripping on your own feet and falling butt-first on the cold hard ground wasn’t quite the same.
      And lastly, this gassy stuff has got to go. I’ve had enough of it. My mom used to tell me it was my food choices that did it.
      Oh. My mom. I missed her already.

 

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DAYDREAMER cover smallKayla’s sixteen and a half. And she’s Lyzicc. That means her birth parents are ancient mythos creatures who’ve been hiding out on Earth. She has no idea who they are. All she knows is that she has a strange new power that shows her the daydreams of others. Two of the cutest guys in school are competing for her attention. Hale is Lyzicc and is pretty tight-lipped about his background. Collin comes from a family whose dark obsession with the Lyzicc Community keeps Kayla guessing about his true intentions. Join Kayla as she hunts for the truth about herself and tries to survive high school at the same time!

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Filipino American Chrissy Moon is passionate about learning languages, American history, and ancient civilizations.

A mom to a grown son as well as an 8-year-old son, Chrissy loves absorbing stories of all kinds, whether they’re from television or video games, and ranging greatly in genre.

Referred to as ‘bubbly’ by her author pals, she loves reading her friends’ fiction books as well as nonfiction related to women’s rights and civil rights.

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Chrissy Moon has written two adult novels and her short stories are included in a number of anthologies.

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Diomere’s Exile by Sabrina A. Fish

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Title: Diomere’s Exile
Author: Sabrina A. Fish
Series: The Gate Keeper Chronicles Book 1
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: September 29, 2017

An exiled woman seeking redemption,
and the man who distracts her from finding it.

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Once there were two worlds connected by five magical gates. Then the Gate Keepers closed the gates and disappeared. The Gate Keepers have returned.

Nadia de Quinones was exiled when her nephew, the crown-prince was abducted on her watch. She’ll let nothing stand in the way of her redemption, not even discovering her heartbonded and a connection to an ancient magical gate.

Lord Gregor Cyrene is sworn to protect his country’s royal heirs. After the youngest prince’s life is threatened, Gregor sets out to discover who is responsible and suspects the answer lies with Nadia.

When fate forces their competing goals to align, neither are prepared for the irresistible attraction between them. Can they see beyond their pasts and a millennia old hate between their people? Or will they continue to distrust, allowing those plotting against them to win?

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As Nadia approached the single door leading from the second floor, it opened and a hooded figured stepped out. She pressed against the side of the tavern and pulled her glamour around her, willing the man to see naught but the tavern’s wall. The man froze, staring right at her. Her stomach dropped.

Nadia dove for the edge of the catwalk. The man snagged her cloak in his fist. He yanked her away from the ledge. Pulling the knife from her boot, she whirled. She slid the sharp blade across her assailant’s arm. He released her cloak and grabbed her wrist. They fell in a silent, straining heap onto the catwalk. Her assailant rolled her under him. He slammed her arm against the walk. She dropped the knife. His other hand skimmed her breast as he reached for his own weapon. He hesitated.

She twisted and rolled, gaining the upper hand, while hitting the release mechanism on her wrist sheath. A dagger slid into her hand. She straddled him, pressing the dagger to his throat with a cold smile. He froze.

They lay in the pool of light from the nearest second floor window, faces no longer hidden by their cloaks. She met a familiar amber stare, inhaled Gregor’s honey lemon scent.

Her a’mi buzzed inside her, pushing her toward him, and she scowled. “You.”

 

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Nadia stifled a yawn as the nursemaid’s quiet melody wrapped around her, reminding her of times as a young girl when her mother would hum the same song. Inhaling the warm island breeze coming in through the window, she sank further into the song’s tightening embrace. Resting her head on her mother’s lap, she sighed as gentle fingers combed through her long hair. Her eyelids grew heavy.

“I love you, mami.”


She jerked awake and, cursing under her breath, glared out the open window. Getting caught sleeping on her first assignment, even if the assignment was boring beyond tolerance, wouldn’t prove to her skeptical superiors that she could handle such an important position at only twenty years of age. Especially when those superiors looked for any reason to overturn the queen’s decision.


She ran her left hand down the braid hanging over her shoulder and glanced up to see the nursemaid’s gaze following the gesture. Releasing the braid, she dropped her hand to rest on the hilt of her sword. The corner of the nursemaid’s mouth lifted and Nadia clenched her jaw. The woman, a distant relation of the royal line, knew Nadia didn’t trust her. Though she didn’t doubt the woman truly cared for the young prince, her instincts told her to be wary. Like the rest of the royal family, Jasara was more than she appeared.


Her gaze fell to the infant, heir to the island nation of Diomere, cradled in the nursemaid’s arms. She couldn’t help the swell of pride at being trusted with such a precious charge. The babe opened his dual-colored eyes as if sensing her attention. She met that piercing, too aware gaze. She’d do well to appreciate the dullness of her assignment, for something told her it wouldn’t always be easy keeping him from harm.


She’d tried to convince her sister to find another to care for the child, but the Queen just smiled and said, “Jasara is a distant cousin, family, and she loves my son. Between her care and your strength, my sweet boy couldn’t be in safer hands.” The Queen had laughed at Nadia’s scowl. “If you feel that uneasy, move your things into the other nursemaid chamber. Jasara didn’t want help so it remains empty.”


Nadia ran her hand along the pommel of her sword, running her fingers along the raised edges of the leather wrap. She turned her gaze toward the moonlit ships anchored in the harbor outside the prince’s window, their yellow sails furled, the royal crest hidden in the folds. Lanterns bobbed on the decks of three of the great ships, readying to sail as soon as the sun rose. Flower blooms, white petals glowing silver in the moonlight, floated in the water around the ships as an offering to the gods in supplication for fair winds and calm seas.


She stared at the warm sea water that invited her to call her other form and dive beneath the waves. Her skin tingled as a’mi, the power that made her and her family different from most on this side of the gate, swelled inside her.


Once again, Jasara began to hum. Nadia ignored the sea’s call and pushed her a’mi back into the pool of power deep inside her. Shrugging her shoulders as it fought her control, she scowled at the other woman. Why hadn’t Jasara wanted the help of another nursemaid? Where had she been the year before the prince was born? And why had she felt the need to return and offer to care for the royal heir? Instinct or a’mi, Nadia wasn’t sure there was a difference, told her that the older woman was hiding something. But what?


She scanned the large sitting room, her sharp gaze delving into every corner and shadow. Both nursemaid chambers, the prince’s chamber, a school room, a music room, an art room, and a dining space opened up to the nursery’s main sitting room from three sides, while floor to ceiling windows stretched across the remaining wall. Nadia never closed her door and got up to stand guard each time the baby awoke. Other than annoyed glances and tight-lipped smiles, Jasara did nothing that Nadia could see wrong. Shrugging her shoulders, she forced her gaze back to the harbor. She stepped forward, her eyes narrowing.


Jasara stopped humming. “Is all well, Capitán?”


A slow fog rolled in from the sea, spilled around the ships, and crept toward the castle like long fingers intent on squeezing the life from the island people. A prickle of unease crawled up her back. Calling her a’mi, she reached out with her power, attempting to connect to the water making up the thick cloud of fog. She pushed, commanding the fog to recede. It charged forward as if responding to someone else. She narrowed her gaze, pulling from the deep well of power inside her, and stepped forward, bending the fog to her will. Slowing to a halt, the dense blanket of fog receded back toward the sea. Nadia shrugged the tension from her shoulders.


“A heavy fog rolled in. I thought—” She darted a look at Jasara’s bemused smile. “—nothing. It was nothing.”


Glowering at the thick fog hovering above the water, she ignored Jasara’s lifted brow and closed the window. She returned to her position, shoulders back. Jasara started to hum again. The soft melody slowly chased the uneasy feelings to the back of Nadia’s mind. It threaded through her subconscious, wrapping in heavy layers around her mind. Her shoulders relaxed. She really did need to ease up on the woman. It was clear by the smile on Jasara’s face that she loved the baby very much. She’d done nothing to warrant Nadia’s constant scrutiny.


Drifting in a dreamlike haze, she relaxed her grip on the sword at her hip, though she didn’t release it completely. Her eyelids drooped. She watched the woman rock the child as if from a far distance. Her head fell back to rest against the wall, but her subconscious fought against letting her eyelids close.


Fingers of fog crept over the window sill and slowly reached toward the sleeping infant. Becoming louder, Jasara’s song changed. She inhaled the fog and blew it toward Nadia. Her eyes closed and she slid down the wall.


Pain burned across her cheek, breaking the hold on her mind. Nadia’s eyes snapped open. Jasara spoke and her awareness dimmed. Her eyes drooped, but she refused to let them close again. Jasara leaned over Nadia, her bright red hair brushing softly against Nadia’s chest. She touched Nadia’s cheek. The burning subsided. Unease pushed at the dream state surrounding her. Why was she on the floor?


Her unease strengthened. “Siren. You’ve bespelled me.”


A deprecating smile softened the woman’s face. “A small amount siren, a small amount seer, but only enough to be of use on occasion. Nothing compared to you and your sisters.” Her gaze sharpened and bore into Nadia’s. “Remember this, dear cousin. Even the weakest can overtake the strongest if they are cunning. Beware treachery from those you don’t consider a threat.”


Nadia frowned through the haze holding her captive. “I knew—” she struggled to keep hold of her thoughts “—something off about you.”


“Your instincts will serve you well as the first Sankta Hogo-sha,” Jasara said softly. She smoothed a pale hand over Nadia’s brow. “Don’t be too long.”


Nadia lifted her eyebrows as Jasara’s words slowly cut through the haze in her mind. “What is Sankta…” her voice faded as the haze thickened.


“It is time for the Sankta Hogo-sha to make themselves known. The gates must be opened. I’m sorry, mia sarko kuraga, but this is the only way. Come find him or all will be lost.”


She knew she should question Jasara’s words, but the haze tightened until unconsciousness swallowed her.

 

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sabrina-a-fishSabrina A. Fish lives in Oklahoma with her husband, son, and two cats, where she owns a trophy company and collects names for her novels from lists of award’s recipients. She loves all things chocolate and her husband is sweet enough to never let the candy dish near her computer become empty.

She loves and advocates being involved in the local writing community, and is President for the 2018 Oklahoma Writers’ Federation, Inc (OWFI).

She is an annual featured speaker at The Rose State Writing Conference and has been a panelist at Wizard World Comic Con.

Born and raised in Oklahoma, she considers the three years she spent in a Texas high school to be a short trip down the rabbit hole that ended at graduation. She returned to Oklahoma where she received her Bachelor’s degree in Political Science from the University of Oklahoma. BOOMER SOONER.

When she isn’t writing & promoting her novels or running her company, she can be found reading, scrapbooking, or spending quality time with her family.

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The Wild Rose Press – The Wild Rose Press has been publishing electronic and print titles of fiction for more than nine years. Our titles span the sub-genre spectrum from sweet to sensually erotic romance in all lengths to mainstream and womens fiction.

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The Keeper Set by Samantha Jacobey

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Series: Summer Spirit Novellas Series
Author: Samantha Jacobey
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

 

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No one EVER had a summer romance like this.

When Charlie visited another plane parallel to our own, he discovered that Summer Angels and Dark Angels battle over the fate of man. Faced with choices no one should ever have to make, his adventure has been fraught with twists and turns, with life and death hanging in the balance. His guardian, Clarisse, is the half that makes him whole, but sinister forces conspire to do more than simply keep them apart.

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No one EVER had a summer romance like this.

When Charlie visited another plane parallel to our own, he discovered that Summer Angels and Dark Angels battle over the fate of man. Faced with choices no one should ever have to make, his adventure has been fraught with twists and turns, with life and death hanging in the balance. His guardian, Clarisse, is the half that makes him whole, but sinister forces conspire to do more than simply keep them apart.

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Charlie must find the truth and his inner strength for any hope of freeing Clarisse and ending the battle… (New Adult)

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Smamntha JacobeyAnyone who knows me could tell you, I am a friendly kind of person, never met a stranger and take up conversations any where at any time. I work hard, and my mind never seems to shut down, as I wake up often in the middle of the night with ideas pouring out and demanding to be dealt with. Of course that means much of my books were written in the middle of the night.

I grew up and still live in the great state of Texas where everything is bigger, where we have warm weather and a central location. I love my state, my town, and my family, which includes my four sons, my significant other, and many friends as well.

I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the books that are currently available and hope you will enjoy reading them just as much. And of course, there will be many more stories to come.

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Heart of Time by Sky MacKinnon

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 Title: Heart of Time
Series: Ruined Heart, Book 1
Author: Sky MacKinnon
Genre: Fantasy, Lesbian Romance

 

front cover_400x600For Eona, manipulating time is second nature. It gives her an edge in her dramatic circus performances, but it also separates her from the other artists in her troupe. She has always known that her unique kind of magic could make her a target, but she couldn’t have prepared for being kidnapped, manipulated and imprisoned by a megalomaniac sorcerer.
In order to figure out what he wants from her, she needs to explore her own magic, the bond she feels with a mythical creature, and the feelings she has for a certain beautiful elven woman.

There are about twenty illustrations in the book, drawn by artists from all over the world.

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“A peryton! Of all the magical beasts there are, this is the most elusive, the most mythical of them all! I didn’t think they existed! There are a few legends and tales, conflicting and inconsistent, yet they tell of a beast combining the physical features of a stag and a bird. Never did I think that this bird might be an elvedritsch!”
Lassadar’s voice was full of awe and wonder. Inside, I agreed with him. The little thing was astonishing.
At the sound of Lassadar’s voice, he opened his big eyes and looked up at us. First, he turned his head to the man opposite of me, then he shook his head slightly and turned to me. The huge brown eyes looked straight at me. I stared back. I saw an intelligence waiting behind those watery pupils. This peryton was not simply a beast like any other. It was more than that, though I could not say what brought me to that conclusion.
His look was firm and steady, and when I cautiously smiled at him, he inclined his head.
Hello.
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Aspen walked away quietly. When he was almost out of the room I called to him. I know what you did.
And what was that?
You didn’t just help the three repair my heart. You gave me a part of yourself. I paused. I don’t even know what to say. You don’t know me and still… thank you.
He looked at me with held back emotion.
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SkyeSkye MacKinnon is a bestselling author who tells stories about science for a living – but at night she writes fiction, mainly fantasy. When she’s not writing, she’s out and about with her camera, or spends time with mythical creatures and the odd vampire living in her kindle. Usually, there’s tea and cake involved.
She lives in Scotland with her two overly spoilt house rabbits and a few hundred self-obsessed characters constantly asking her to tell their stories. One day she will. Promise.

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Diomere’s Exile by Sabrina A. Fish

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Title: Diomere’s Exile
Author: Sabrina A. Fish
Series: The Gate Keeper Chronicles Book 1
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: September 29, 2017

An exiled woman seeking redemption,
and the man who distracts her from finding it.

 
diomeres-exileFive Gates. Five Sisters. Five Very Different Men.

Once there were two worlds connected by five magical gates. Then the Gate Keepers closed the gates and disappeared. The Gate Keepers have returned.

Nadia de Quinones was exiled when her nephew, the crown-prince was abducted on her watch. She’ll let nothing stand in the way of her redemption, not even discovering her heartbonded and a connection to an ancient magical gate.

Lord Gregor Cyrene is sworn to protect his country’s royal heirs. After the youngest prince’s life is threatened, Gregor sets out to discover who is responsible and suspects the answer lies with Nadia.

When fate forces their competing goals to align, neither are prepared for the irresistible attraction between them. Can they see beyond their pasts and a millennia old hate between their people? Or will they continue to distrust, allowing those plotting against them to win?

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Playing her part, she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him through her lashes. “Pardon, m’lord. I didn’t mean to mistake you for a running path.”

His low, husky voice caressed her ears, its softness belying strength and control rather than weakness. “If all runners were as beautiful as you, I’d be willing to be the path more often.”

She barely kept from rolling her eyes. Expose a little cleavage or the hint of a curvy figure and men were all the same, the sight of a woman’s face being totally unnecessary to judge beauty. Even had she not been wearing the mask, she knew there was nothing beautiful about her. Too tall and mouthy, she preferred dressing like a Diomerean nobleman rather than the noblewoman she was. Never mind the scar that bisected the left side of her face.

“Thank you, m’lord,” she said, tone dry. She smiled and batted her lashes up at him.

His low chuckle sent a shiver down her spine as he leaned toward her until his breath tickled her ear. “Acting the coy miss isn’t one of your gifts,” he said, his lips grazing her ear, causing an arrow of desire to arc through her body.

She leaned up on her toes, their cheeks only a breath apart, and whispered back. “Insincere flattery is obviously one of yours.”

She caressed his chest, unable to resist the swell of muscle under her palms as she pulled away, chin lifted. Striking amber irises circled in a black outer ring and thick black lashes peeked from the eyes of the mask. Her mind went blank as desire rolled through her, taking her breath. A ripple rolled through the power inside her, like this man had reached in and touched a finger to the still surface of her a’mi. Her smile slipped. You’re acting like Father. Her stomach flipped, threatening to eject her morning meal. She jerked her hands from his chest as if she’d been burned.

He trapped her gaze in his. “Is it not said that flattery makes friends and truth makes enemies?”

Nadia scowled and shoved her a’mi deep.

“Then I’d rather be enemies.”
She stepped back and held her hand out in the traditional greeting of her people, rather than the shoulder clasping Thunoans used. His smoldering gaze held a challenge as he slid his palm against hers. His thumb caressed the back of her hand, making her shiver, before he finally pulled his hand back toward his chest, the parchment she’d slipped him tucked between his fingers. The greeting ended with their palms over their hearts. Nadia ignored the heat pooling in her stomach. “The gods keep you, m’lord.”

“Asha’s blessing on you, lady.”

She told herself she clenched her fist because the greeting demanded it, not to hold on to the feel of his skin against hers.

 

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sabrina-a-fishSabrina A. Fish lives in Oklahoma with her husband, son, and two cats, where she owns a trophy company and collects names for her novels from lists of award’s recipients. She loves all things chocolate and her husband is sweet enough to never let the candy dish near her computer become empty.

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The Wild Rose Press – The Wild Rose Press has been publishing electronic and print titles of fiction for more than nine years. Our titles span the sub-genre spectrum from sweet to sensually erotic romance in all lengths to mainstream and womens fiction.

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The Spellsinger Series by Amy Sumida

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Series: The Spellsinger
Author:  Amy Sumida
Genre: Fantasy Romance

 

The Last Lullaby

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LastLullaby_395x600Beneath your world lies another, a world of magic, monsters, and immortals. I am the rarest of these; a spellsinger, able to weave music into magic. With the right words, and for the right price, I can do anything. Now a fairy duke has come to hire me, promising me a fortune in exchange for one man’s life. But this man is a king, one of the most powerful Shining Ones in existence. I could kill him with a song or things could go horribly wrong. Hopefully, this job isn’t my last lullaby.

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Sirens are some of the most dangerous denizens of the Beneath. So when they start going missing, it’s assumed that a supremely powerful being is behind the disappearances. But who and why? As Elaria struggles to find answers to the siren situation, even more questions arise. Questions like: what kind of magic did the witch relic leave within her? And: what should she do about the three men who have become so important to her? One is her past, one: her present, and the third wants nothing more than to be her future. Can she find the solution in time to save her family? Or will love turn her symphony sour?

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91VnFJZsNVL._UX250_Amy Sumida is the Internationally Acclaimed author of the Award-Winning Godhunter Series, the fantasy paranormal Twilight Court Series, the Beyond the Godhunter Series, the music-oriented paranormal Spellsinger Series, and several short stories. Her books have been translated into several languages, have made it to the top sellers list on Amazon numerous times, and the first book in her Spellsinger Series won a publishing contract with Kindle Press.

She was born and raised in Hawaii, and brings her unique island perspective to all of her books. She doesn’t believe in using pen names, saving the fiction for her stories. She’s known for her kick-ass heroines who always have a witty comeback handy, and her strong, supporting male characters who manage to be sensitive and alpha all at once.

All she’s ever wanted to do, since she was a little girl, was to write novels. To be able to do so for a living is a blessing which she wakes up thankful for every day. Beyond her books, she enjoys collecting toys, to keep herself young, and cats, to keep herself loved.

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The Jane Harvest by A Nicky Hjort

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Title: The Jane Harvest
Series: The City Book 1
Author: A Nicky Hjort
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On another planet two hundred years in the future, twenty-one-year-old Isla Jane struggles helplessly to figure out who she is and what her world really means. Marked with a forbidden tattoo of the rising sun, she is a natural champion of humanity and a gifted warrior in Heats– lavish battles fought in the conjoined minds of the participants for the morbid amusement of the masses.

Despite Isla’s desire to fade into the background, she emerges as an obvious leader of her people when the senseless assassination of a youth forces her to face the truth. Her volatile world, disguised by its elaborate battles and constant mayhem, is a prison without bars and a coffin, the lid already half-closed, that they must escape.

But when she vows to find a way to bring her people back home, Isla will have to deconstruct consciousness and the very nature of the space time continuum to unravel good from evil, truth from lies, and survival from true love.

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A. Nicky HjortA. Nicky Hjort is originally from Arlington, Texas- the second of five siblings, all of whom have strong creative talents. She currently lives in coastal central California where she practices medicine as an Ob/GYN. In between being a lovingly devoted mother and delivering babies, she writes stories that cross multiple genre lines- from Sci Fi to high fantasy, but all of her stories have thriller and strong romantic components. And for her clever reader, all of her manuscripts are subtly connected to each other, with their purpose to explore all facets of Love and Light. She likes to say that her stories write themselves, and in the process, often write her, or at least the next version of her hoping to emerge. A lover of all the arts, A. Nicky Hjort hopes her stories might inspire you to find your inner creative genius.

As for her heroes- they are as varied and eclectic as her choice of narrative genres, but when pushed to list her favorite influences, she would say James Patterson, Barbara Kingsolver, Patricia Cornwell, Dean Koonntz, Gene Roddenberry, Shel Silverstein, Suzanne Collins, and Walt Disney.
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