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Jumping Ship

Jumping Ship – An Excerpt

“When the pursuit of love trumps obligations.”

*1975*

New York, USA

Pearl & Edward Riley

The Rileys hurriedly left a Sunday afternoon rendition of Pippin at the Imperial Theatre, on the third of June nineteen seventy-five. Edward didn’t typically enjoy spending his weekends out, much less in the rugged Times Square area, except for the sake of love. Pearl’s thirty-fifth birthday had just passed, and tenderly Edward sacrificed his sanity for an outing with his depressed wife. The two force-smiled and allowed instincts to be their guide. The crowd was lively; this somewhat prompted a reaction from the married couple. And even still, Edward had to admit that the show was good. Pearl didn’t think much of it because she couldn’t truly appreciate her spouse’s efforts.

Inside of the theatre, viewers were thrilled to be a part of the lively Broadway production. Edward and Pearl followed along, attempting to mimic, as though reality didn’t escort them into the forty-fifth street playhouse. But it was a blatant farce. Anyone could tell that their enjoyment was a fallacy. Laughter was too intense and too deep, even forced most of the time. Still the Rileys convinced themselves that they were okay, although silent pleas cascaded from robotic actions.

But now, after the show, fears and doubts reappeared. It was a difficult march from playtime; still it was one that needed to be made. Edward gazed down at Pearl, avoiding direct eye contact as much as possible. Around them, everyone scurried through. Soon it would be dark. But the Rileys carried tons of concealed baggage, so their movements were slightly slower.

Edward and Pearl had been together for seventeen years, and married for fifteen. Long enough to know how to appease each other. Yet long enough to know not to appease each other. From a mere reach of five-five, Pearl would glance up into her husband’s familiar eyes. His were usually a gentle shade of hazel. On this day however, slight aggravation caused his iris to flood with deep storm clouds. At times it was quite difficult to see them―truly see them beyond the thin, deceptive double layers of his featherweight spectacles. Especially when she needed to see him. He was several inches over six feet, and looked down to the top of his wife’s featherweight, golden blond tresses. He wanted to avoid her smoky, gray pupils at all costs. They were a sad type of shade, with hues of regret and loneliness. Hadn’t always been. Now they were. So he pecked her soft, delicately lined forehead. And nuzzled against her colorless cheeks. With all of his might, he did what he could to reject the eye-to-eye exchange so many desperately needed. It was easiest for him, in order to protect his sanity. Edward’s ultimate focus was on Pearl’s happiness, and his ability to appease his delicate wife. And he knew how to appease her all right.

They had very little to discuss, because although he’d given into her wants from time to time, her ultimate desire had not yet been fulfilled. The couple sighed in one accord as if rehearsed, and quickly clutched tighter together.

“I want a child, Ed,” she confessed. This was not a secret statement, yet she desired to treat it as such.

Trembling lips almost disappeared beneath her bite. The shine of a peach-colored blush faded almost completely from thin cheekbones. Lengthy lashes fluttered several times. Tears lingered on the brim of her lids. A stampede of sensation trampled up and down her spine. Her arms then welcomed a similar sentiment. A temporary dip in temperature played on her senses, or perhaps her mind. She shook wildly. It was the battle to calm her nerves that stunned her so.

“I know dear,” he cleared his throat, as an outbreath threatened his wife’s delicate nature. They were quite close already, but still he drew her even closer. He was constantly caught between understanding and irritation, fully conscious of the limitations between need and want. Choosing the easiest route, the sympathetic husband’s palms moved up and down his woeful wife’s arms. Her frame was petite-five, and could easily be swallowed up in his embrace. Thin summer sleeves crumbled beneath the touch. His fingers could completely lap her upper biceps. The comfort was enough to distill her qualms, at least for the time being. She allowed her shoulders to slump forward and over, resting against her stocky mate.

Edward and Pearl proceeded forward, getting lost in an environment that was quite unfamiliar to either. Their direction was off, if not for the fact that it was pretty much impossible to get lost in this area. Still, their march was steady and quiet.

After the show, most everyone rushed out of the theatre and far from the area. There weren’t many couples seeking the enjoyment of a Times Square outing. Not then at least. There was talk of renovation. Plans were being made to revamp the region to greatness. Looking around, it was hard to picture prominence in the midst of sin. Eye shadow drenched, red-plastered orifices, and high-haired fashion appeared to be the norm. Trash and perversion were the billboards for immorality’s appeal. The Rileys were clearly out of their element. This was not Long Island.

On just about even single corner, projections of hell flashed from makeshift storefronts and entertainment ready displays onto concrete paving. Women in platform, neon pumps rushed in and out of sturdy brick buildings. Some for work and others for play. Teeny-tiny, sequenced tops, skirts and dresses bedazzled all. Even if it were not ones desires, eyes would drift. Very little was left to the imagination. Bold men slapped at exposed female skin; while, the shady male character slithered around corners to find way to their dirty paradise. Prestige was not associated with the region; however, a push would eventually reform the area. Its present state was iffy; those who knew better were cautious enough to not overextend their welcome.

As the Rileys walked on in a daze a rather tiny young woman rushed towards them. The stranger appeared to be very young. And very beautiful. The culprit knocked into Pearl, but didn’t say a word otherwise. The petite offender halted in front of Pearl. Lingering. The women locked eyes and exchanged friendly, nonverbal apologies. An unspoken pact encircled the two. And for the first time this day, Pearl’s lips intuitively curved up. There was no explanation to this sudden phenomenon. The other raised her head. She didn’t fatigue as before. Calmness flooded their zone. A mere two-second exchange altered time. There was a disbursement of knowledge that neither understood. Full hazel pupils connected with Pearl’s own stormy ones. Speckles of green bedazzled the younger woman’s eyes further. The illusory draft no longer bothered Pearl. No longer tormented her logic that is. In fact, the evening was fairly warm and stifling, yet the younger one was draped in a cheap, brown tweed jacket. Not a single button was unmated beneath a rather disproportioned bump. The sleeves swarmed bony wrists. One arm remained inside and the other held up something seemingly significant from the outside. She shifted, bucking forward vaguely.

The spell broke.

“S-S-Sor-ry,” she finally managed in an unfamiliar dialect. A reddish brown strand of hair drifted down to an eyebrow, caressing her upper cheekbone and ultimately tickling at her staunch chin. The length of the lock was shiny, the tip quite frazzled.

“Are you okay, dear?” Pearl questioned. While her personal weakness was overbearing, she felt an extension of support towards the stranger.

The guest unsealed her mouth to reply, but a breathtaking young man stepped near. Her lips lapped shut. She focused in on his enticing face and softened further. His exotic features were enhanced with deep blue eyes, floating inside an outer rim of thick black. Pupils shone to a greater degree against a fabulous blue button down shirt. His lips lowered to his equally appealing companion. Edward and Pearl stared at the couple, almost fancifully. Why… They could not decipher. Each in his and her own right appealed to the opposite sex.

The younger man’s gaze shifted across the street, then back again. A slightly noticeable vein jolted alongside his jawline. His Adam’s apple rose and dipped. He whispered into his girl’s ear. Her head propelled left, and then right. Yet the awkward frame beneath the dated covering she wore remained stationary. She held on tight to whatever it was. Lines appeared across her forehead. She aged instantly, as her arms tightened against an apparent load. Their rendezvous ended.

Without remark, the younger pair moved ahead in the very same direction that the older couple headed. Moving forward, the striking woman snapped back her neck. She gave a friendly smile, before turning away once more. The peculiar duo disappeared. The Rileys dismissed the chance meeting.

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Edward and Pearl Riley found Sakkara’s bundle in the most illusive of places―amongst a pile of trash. Their destination was carelessly determined by senseless reasoning. Neither cared to exist for the moment, though both knew that darkness would soon swallow up the fading sunlight. They had crossed over onto a rather scandalously designed block. A series of XXX stores promising a good time, en route to the Port Authority Terminal, tempted them. Dirt cheap, miniature peep show signs called to hopefuls from corner to corner. The closer they drifted, the greater the pull of its patrons. Big hair walked around in their faces. Pearl was certainly out of her element. She was too simple for this exaggerated lifestyle. From time to time, the glitz and glamour would tone down, giving way to hopeless addicts and unsuccessful prostitutes. The exchange bothered few, as shabbily attired men and women even floated in and out of hell’s mini-playground, along with seducing vibes. Some tunes were loud. Some were slight. Some were utterly lewd.

Every once in a while, and quite out of the ordinary, a religious fanatic would wave a sign of redemption. They were in fact, few and far between. Grungy tresses, white t-shirts, and bell-bottom jeans were common garb for this bunch. Quite the opposites to this community’s norm. These out of place supporters tried to counter the unscrupulous effects of nineteen-seventies Times Square.

And the Rileys only pulled back into each other and prepared to shake off the memory of the latest hellhole, when Pearl came to a sudden halt. Edward tried to gently tug at her arm.

“Let’s go. It’ll be dark soon,” his warning was detached. He examined his surrounding rather keenly.

“No, Ed,” she unhooked from his grip, drifting into a pitch-black alleyway.

“What’s wrong, Pearl?” He shifted from leg to leg, eagerly peeking around once more. Slender, low-labored fingers pulled through the length of wispy, premature graying.

There was no purpose to Pearl’s inquest, not really. She was baited, and could not survive unless she followed through. Although kitten heels slushed across unimaginable textures, tones, and hues of the most inscrutable debris, she refused to falter. The concrete ground comprised of old newspaper and dark, plastic trash bags. Sullied gray rags that were once white, unscrupulously decorated the plot. There was no telling how long any of these had been living the alley life. Common sense fled. She didn’t care. Before long, she was searching through a bundled up pile of old newsprint articles and slimy trash bags dripping with grime. Edward drew closer to his wife, and was still able to remain at a distance. His head dipped as he headed further into the alleyway. There was no movement and very little human sound. His hips shifted right, then left. Nothing. His waist swayed as he looked from whence they came. Nothing. No one else was concerned with his spouse’s diversion.

And Pearl… Pearl only continued digging through the eyesore, and dashing through her madness. Shuffling and scorning. At some point she would need to be fumigated. Later on. Down the road. But now. Right now, the stench was tolerable. Unsound reasoning sent her heart on this illogical expedition. She did not know what she would find. She was uncertain about the look, feel, scent, or sound… A sound?

And then… there it was.

Suddenly a slight, gentle sobbing lifted from the mounds and began to trail in the air. The more Pearl tossed aside, the louder the tone. Late spring’s ardor had finally reached out to her dwindling soul.

“Whaaa,” just lightly, filled the shaded space. “Whaaa… Whaaa… WHAAA!”

Janice Ross- This Author’s Bio:

Janice Ross was born in Guyana, South America and migrated to the USA in 1980. Although her citizenship certificate now reads the United States of America, she considers herself a citizen of the world. Sure she has not physically been around the world and back, she’s travelled in her mind and dreams.

Janice is an author. She enjoys writing about social issues and personal experiences. Her latest release, Jumping Ship is a dedication to her country of birth and an introductory novella to the Island Hopping Series – due out in 2014. It’s poised to be a colorful and emotional experience of life, love and family.

Janice enjoys reading. And is drawn to stories with distinct characters that she can love or hate – characters she can form alliances with or characters that she can swear off and despise. She is also weak for a good cultural tale, preferably in the form of historical fiction – whether present day or in the past. Janice loves to be taken off guard by clever language and settings.

Janice is also a devout supporter and promoter of other authors through social media. She hosts a weekly show, Cultural Cocktails, on the largest social radio network, Blog Talk Radio.

Her book link at AMAZON is thru her author page @ http://www.amazon.com/Janice-Ross/e/B00AMP2Z4C/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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Hello Everyone!

Hello IWA! It’s a pleasure to be a part of your group. My name is Karyn and I am the author of Spark, the first book in The Hellfire Trilogy, a story set in a post-apocalyptic earth in the midst of an ongoing angel/demon war with mankind caught in the middle. I could probably rant on forever about my book, but I’ll save that for the promos. This is supposed to be an introduction to me, not my book! So getting back to myself, I am a Class of 2013 graduate of UC Irvine and I have a Bachelor’s in anthropology. I speak, read, and write French, though not as well as I’d like—but according to my French-Canadian friend, my fluency level is better than some of the native speakers he knows in Montreal, so that’s encouraging. Anyway, I seem to have gotten onto a bit of a tangent. Expect this to happen quite often. My brain is weird enough that it makes logical connections between topics and suddenly I end up on tangents of tangents of tangents—oh look, I just did it again. See what I mean?

Moving right along, I should say that other than writing, I also love reading. But lately I’ve found myself so busy I can’t even sit still for a few hours to get a few chapters in on whatever book I’m trying to read. You see, I also have two dogs, my adorable fur babies, and they demand a lot of attention. Nikki, my German Shepherd mix, she always wants to play. If I sit still for a long time I usually end up with toys on my lap, or sometimes her head. Jamie, my purebred German Shepherd, he just wants to get some love from his favorite human. So needless to say, between those two, I’ve hardly got a moment to spare. It’s a miracle I get anything written at all!

But somehow I manage it nonetheless. My other interests, completely non-dog related, include playing video games like Kingdom Hearts, titles from the Final Fantasy franchise, Portal, Warframe, TERA, and sometimes even Guild Wars 2. The majority of my games are online, so you might catch me playing sometime. In which case, feel free to say hello or ask “Why aren’t you writing?” because every now and then I could use a good nudge (or kick) of motivation to get back to work.

I also enjoy music. Right now my current favorites are Imagine Dragons, 30 Seconds to Mars, and The Civil Wars along with my long-time favorites, Blue October, Incubus, Muse, and many others. I’d say my musical tastes are fairly eclectic, since my range of preferred music genres spans from Classical to Indie Rock and even a little bit of Metal. About the only genres of music I don’t really like are hip hop, R&B, and rap, with a few rare exceptions. I’m not too picky really.

Along with video games, music, and books, just like any normal person, I’m also a fan of many different shows on TV. In fact I have the CW’s Supernatural to thank for helping lay part of the foundation for Spark and the other two novels in the trilogy. I am a huge fan of Doctor Who, which is yet another show that has partially influenced yet another book I’m in the process of writing about aliens. Other shows I watch and love include The Vampire Diaries, Warehouse 13, Paranormal Witness, Covert Affairs, and so many others that the full list would be ridiculously long.

I know there’s a lot more about me to be said, but my heat-fogged brain can’t seem to come up with anything else. No doubt the hot weather has done something terrible to my brain cells. But in any event, if you’ve made it this far through my introduction, congratulations! My ranting hasn’t put you to sleep yet! Thank you very much for staying awake long enough to read to the end. I shall conclude this very long introduction by saying that I look forward to meeting everyone and getting to know you all and hopefully you all feel the same about me (provided I haven’t already scared you off with my eccentricity). It’s such an honor to be a part of the group and I look forward to working with everyone at IWA. Thank you for having me.

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Worst Week Ever – New Adult New Release

Worst Week Ever

by Liza O’Connor

New Adult Humorous Contemporary coming July 15th

 

Excerpt

Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the thump of a body against the limo’s hood.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have insisted Sam take a shortcut,” Trent muttered beneath his breath.
She groaned softly. If her boss questioned his actions, then matters must look grim outside. She tensed even further, expecting to hear multiple bodies slam into the car.
Sam braked hard, turned right, and resumed driving a billion miles an hour. If not for the seat belts, she and Trent would’ve sailed into the front seat, and then plastered against the door. To secure her further, Trent protectively placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his warm chest.
She focused on the thumping of his heart. It beat once to three of hers. God, how can he be so calm?
Determined to match his bravery, she tried to raise her head, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Just a little longer, I hope. Sam, when do we depart this third world country?”
“Two more blocks, sir.”
“Thank God. You’ve terrified poor Carrie to death.”
Instantly, the limo’s speed dropped.
She turned her head sideways so Sam might be able to hear her words. “Your driving doesn’t frighten me, Sam, the neighborhood does.”
As if on cue, a round of three loud pops sounded, followed by three thunks into her side door. She squeaked like a mouse at the first thunk. By the third, her body shivered in fear.
Trent’s arms tightened around her as the limo picked up speed again. “We’re okay,” he assured her, then his lips pressed against her temple. His calm certainty silenced her tremors.
Having successfully soothed her, he released his outrage upon Sam. “Why the hell did you drive us through here?”
Sam calmly replied as he drove the car at a billion miles and hours, taking corners at deadly speeds. “I warned you the locals might not welcome us.”
“Someone just shot at us?” Trent yelled.
Sam’s nonchalant reply sounded almost surreal. “I’m sure they didn’t mean for you to take it personally, sir.”

Liza O’Connor
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Until Darkness Comes – Interview and Excerpt

What do you hope readers take with them after reading one of your stories?

I hope that my characters become so real to them that they find themselves thinking about them for days after the book is finished. I want them to be as sad as I am that the book has ended and excited to read the next one. J

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

There are a few messages in my Redemption Series that I hope come through strong. First, true love often requires sacrifice. Second, we all make mistakes. Third, it’s never too late for second chances.

 How long have you been a writer?

I’ve always enjoyed writing and did quite a bit of it in college. After that, I needed and outlet for my creativity, so I picked up writing again. I’ve been doing it now full-time for the past three years.

How much time did it take from writing your first book to having it published?

It took me a year to find the right home for Until Darkness Comes. During that time, I probably rewrote it six times. When the offer came through to contract with 5PP, I also had another offer for the book. It was very flattering because so much of this industry is rejection. You really have to have perseverance and thick skin in this business.

What other careers have you had?

Well, I was a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon at Mayo Hospital, but, ultimately, I’ve found that writing is my true calling. J

 Do you write under more than one name?

I only write as Melynda Price.

 

An excerpt from her premier novel Until Darkness Comes –  Redemption Series

Olivia took a brave step closer to Liam and cupped the side of his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “Then who are you? Surely you can tell me that. And don’t you dare lie to me, because I know you’re not normal. I’ve never met anyone like you before. Normal guys don’t act like you. Normal guys don’t look like you, and if they do, they’re usually more like…”

“More like what?” His eyebrow arched curiously.

“More like Max, I guess.”

“Well, I can promise you that I am nothing like Max. More like the exact opposite, to tell you the truth.”

“Why do you hate him so much? At first, I thought it was because he was my boyfriend, and that you were just jealous or something. But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“There’s a darkness in him, Olivia. Can’t you feel it?”

“I’m not sure how I feel when I’m with Max anymore. I used to feel…carefree—wild and reckless, you know? But lately, I’m starting to just feel…afraid. Like I’m walking on a tightrope and I’m about ready to fall.”

“I’ll catch you,” he whispered, slowly trailing his fingers down the side of her neck.

Her pulse beat erratically beneath his touch; she opened her mouth to say something, but stopped. Instead, she moistened her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. His heated gaze fell to her lips and she felt Liam’s resolve snap. A wave of desire blasted into her and a soft groan of defeat rumbled in his chest as he lowered his head, capturing her lips in a tender embrace. His kiss tore through her like fire. What started out as tentative and sweet, quickly escalated to urgent and demanding as a rush of adrenaline flooded her veins. She melted into his arms, her lips fitting perfectly against his, like she was made just for him.

He tasted exactly like he smelled—faintly of cloves, delicious. She parted her lips, aching for more and instinctively he responded to her request as if she’d spoken it. Drawing the kiss deeper, his tongue brushed against hers. The more he kissed her, the hungrier she became, fueling an insatiable fire deep in her core.

Olivia wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She’d never felt more starved and yet completely satisfied as she did at that very moment. He tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, as if he couldn’t get close enough. Her feet left the ground as he molded her to his lean, powerful body.

Time momentarily ceased. She had no idea how long they stood there in each other’s arms as the floor of the boat rocked beneath his feet. The captain’s voice crackled over the speaker, announcing the end of their tour. A reluctant groan escaped Liam’s lips as he broke their kiss and slowly released her. Olivia stumbled when her feet touched ground and his hand shot out to steady her…

You can find her book here: Melynda Price

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New Release Excerpt

This summer will bring the launch of a new young adult post-apocalyptic series, beginning with

WINDMILLS:

This is the story of Lin Kwan, a young Chinese girl who finds herself caught in the middle of world-changing events after a terrorist attack wipes out much of the Caucasian population of the world.

But more than this, it’s a story of survival. Kwan’s voyage to a decimated America, accompanied by her sensei Li Zhong, is traumatic, and surely would tear the heart from a lesser soul. The world she finds in San Francisco isn’t any better, but she’s determined to complete the task her father has set for her.

In San Francisco, she finds nurse’s aide Valery Paz, a Latina teen who’s survived the virus that killed her whole family, and who now works on the black market caring for patients who can’t come to the hospitals.

She also meets Xi San, a young Chinese man who’s taken on the task of guarding the Pacific Heights neighborhood in which Kwan comes to live. The streets are lawless, patrolled by roving gangs, and San, believing he has nothing else to live for, puts his life on the line every night keeping safe those who struggle to remain alive.

But the gangs aren’t the only menace to peace and peace of mind, as San discovers. A man known only as Gabriel preaches his message of hate and white supremacy, backed up by the evidence of the terror attack.

Kwan has her own problems, as a Chinese spy tracks her to the United States, determined to stop her from giving her father the medicines she’s brought all the way from China–even if it means killing them both.

WINDMILLS is the first of a trilogy from Zumaya Publications, and will be released in June.

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Excerpt: Xi San patrolled Laguna Street, body tense, as always anticipating trouble, scanning the shadows with nervous energy for…shadows?
Another long night for a self-appointed keeper of the peace.
He studied the Bay from his favorite spot on Telegraph Hill. He’d admired San Francisco since the moment he and his parents had arrived from China five years before the Second Holocaust.The fog rolling in at night under the Golden Gate Bridge always made him catch his breath.
This was also where his father had shared the news of Qian’s suicide. He’d never forget the brilliant glow as the setting sun turned the tall bridge a fierce red-orange. In traditional Chinese lore, red was the color of happiness and good fortune; for him, Fate had decreed it the color of fear, guilt and lost love.
A cry of pain, followed by sounds of a scuffle, drew him abruptly back to the present. He set off at a run, rounding a corner to find a dozen Seajays circling in on someone small but stocky and armed with a knife.
“Hai!”
Several of the attackers turned to confront the intruder who dared interfere with gang business. Sudden movement inside the circle left two others on the ground clutching their groins. The cornered boy shoved through the new-made gap in the circle and plunged toward San.
He stuck out an arm to catch the boy and was rewarded with a frontal kick to the chest. Reflex made him his assailant and slam him against the brick wall beside him, pinning him with his own body. He then realized two things—first, the body he held was much smaller than it looked, and second, that “he” was female.
“That’s our kill, man.”
Movement in the corner of his eye reminded him the gang awaited him. They were not pleased he’d stolen their prey.
Holding the girl in place, he leaned into the glow from the streetlight, revealing his face.
That stopped them.
“The Enforcer!” one of them yelled. Angry murmurs continued, but the Seajays remained frozen, none daring to come closer.
San didn’t move, keeping his face impassive. He’d never taken on this many Seajays at once. He didn’t want to try it now. Especially with a girl to protect.
“Move on,” he said. “It’s after curfew, and you know it.”
“Fuck you, man,” one bold boy shouted, but under San’s cold stare, the gang members reluctantly took up their injured comrades and stole away, tossing obscenities over their shoulders like grenades.
His attention focused on the gang, he nearly lost his hold on the girl when she twisted.
“Let me go!”
“Can’t do that. Not while the bangers are on the street.” He adjusted his grip, holding on to her wrist instead of the bulky coat. “Come on.”
She kicked at him. “I’ll cut your throat before you get anything from me.” Her soft voice had a jaded edge, her English accented. Not long off the boat, then.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to help? Look, my apartment’s a couple blocks away. You’ll be safe there till the Seajays move on.”
She continued frustrated protests, but he ignored her. Keeping a firm grip on her, he half-dragged her around the corner and down the block.
When they arrived, San checked the crates he’d piled across the entrance steps; no one had moved them. He pulled her up the stairs, studying the baby powder he’d sprinkled as he left, seeing nothing but a cat’s prints. He opened the unnumbered door and tossed her inside, just avoiding another of her kicks.
“You’re welcome,” he snapped, locking the door behind them.
Bio: Lyndi Alexander dreamed for many years of being a spaceship captain, but settled instead for inspired excursions into fictional places with fascinating companions from her imagination that she likes to share with others. She has been a published writer for over thirty years, including seven years as a reporter and editor at a newspaper in Homestead, Florida. Her list of publications is eclectic, from science fiction to romance to horror, from tech reporting to television reviews. Lyndi is married to an absent-minded computer geek. Together, they have a dozen computers, seven children and a full house in northwestern Pennsylvania.

Links–http://lyndialexander.wordpress.com for now.I’ll post actual linkies when it’s released.

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Excerpt Faire Eve

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The undeniably talented Catherine Stovall has been kind enough to share an excerpt with her incredible new release. I will tell you this from opening the first pages, it draws you in and doesn’t let you go, even as an adult reader. The tale is woven spectacularly. The characters are lively and relatable, and this author is one to know. Enjoy the excerpt from the incredible new release, and then purchase the book. You won’t be disappointed.

Excerpt Faire Eve by Catherine Stovall

A demon stood directly in front of Eldon. Its long snout and beady eyes glowered at him from the dark. A long cloak covered most of its body and the hood hid its short spiky ears. Two hands protruded from the sleeves, each finger the size of a corncob and tipped with a razor sharp claw. The Astaroth demon resembled the human’s idea of a werewolf with short ears and no tail. Incredibly quick in both mind and body, despite its huge size, the Astaroth was capable of ripping Eldon in half.
Eve stood at the mouth of the alley behind her mother, watching. The demon lurched toward Eldon and a rush of warm air flowed out of the alley. Eve gasped in both fear and wonder. Two large wings sprang from Eldon’s back. They were nothing like what Eve had imagined a fairy’s wings to be. In the cartoons, fairy wings looked similar to a butterfly and always shimmered as if made from gold dust.
    Eldon’s wings looked tattered but beautiful. The copper colored silk gleamed with turquoise, red, and yellow. A deep ebony color covered the tips and they shivered in the chill of the air as if they contained a life of their own. His wings were dark, lovely, and the perfect match for him.
Reaching for his sword, Eldon realized too late, he was unarmed. A long clawed hand shot out, leaving an oozing wound down his right arm before he could spin out of reach. Stumbling a little, Eldon distanced himself from the brick wall enough to extend his wings. With one gentle swoosh; he rose several feet off the ground. His wings pulled back behind him and he descended the distance in a rush. A satisfying crunch followed as his left foot planted against the demon’s snarling face. The Astaroth turned on him, barely dazed by the blow, and two others appeared at its flanks.
    Something silver flashed in the night, followed by a loud crack. The first demon’s head split open with a sickening plop, making Eldon think of bubbling mud. Aibell screamed at Eldon to move out of the way, as she sent another star hurdling toward the second demon. As the creature opened its mouth to roar, the weapon stuck in the exposed cavity. The thing fell to the ground growling, snapping, and choking. Its long talons dug into the hairy flesh of its own throat in an effort to dislodge the small metal throwing star.
    Aibell tossed Eldon what looked like a long piece of golden wire and he caught it as the third and final demon attacked. The monster was on him before he could position the garrote or lift himself out of the way. Its fangs dug into his shoulder as he fought against the demon’s massive build. Slinging its head back and forth like a pit bull with a rope toy, the Astaroth flung Eldon’s body from side to side. His beautiful wings smashed against the wall and the violent lunges caused them to rip and tear against the harsh brick.
The world began to fade to black. He was losing consciousness as the demon’s poison flooded his system. He felt his wings retract, beaten and bloody, they were of no use to him. Fairies’ wings were the most vulnerable part of their bodies. They freed themselves during battle but once rendered useless, they folded back inside the flesh to heal. In a final attempt to free himself from the powerful jaws holding him, Eldon gripped the garrote tightly in his free hand and flicked it towards the creature like a whip.
    The end wrapped around the Astaroth’s long snout twice and Eldon yanked with all the strength he had left. The enchanted metal of the garrote began to burn and the wire sunk deeper into the demons flesh. The monster released Eldon and began to tear the wire off its muzzle. Eldon fell to the hard pavement and frantically kicked his legs, trying to distance himself from the beast. The wire would not keep it distracted long and his wounds were too severe for him to be able to fight it unarmed.
Aibell’s scream echoed off the brick walls as she ran to him, unable to watch from the sidelines any longer. Her white gossamer wings sprang out behind her. The neon lights barely caught the silver streaks through the sheer chitinous layers. A Valkyrie priestess in training, she could throw the stars or use the garrote but little else. Her self-defense skills were limited. Her preparation focused on the basics because, once she became a priestess, living and dead soldiers would surround her at all times. Despite her frail size and her non-existent battle skills, Aibell ran at the demon.

~oOo~


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New Release: Matchmakers by Bernadette Marie

Matchmakers

 

 

Cellist Sophia Burkhalter thought ten years in Europe performing with an exclusive ensemble would have made it clear that she wasn’t a candidate for her grandmother’s matchmaking. After all, she’d walked away from the man she loved, leaving him back home in Kansas City.

David Kendal had fallen in love with Sophia, a match orchestrated by her grandmother and his aunt. However, the unexpected appearance of the daughter he never knew he had—and Sophia’s sudden, subsequent departure for Europe—thrust him into the role of single father.

Carissa Kendal has only ever wanted the best for her father. It doesn’t take long for her to realize that the very woman who broke her father’s heart might be the one to make them a real family.

Can Carissa and the women who originally played matchmaker to the duo convince them that love is worth a second try? Or will careers and past mistakes tear them apart forever before they have a chance to reconcile?

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New Release: A SMALL DEGREE OF HOPE

A SMALL DEGREE OF HOPE —

Even the smallest degree of hope can spark love.
Against her wealthy father’s demands, and the usual blockades of a male dominated profession, Kylie Sanderson proves worthy of her position as lead investigator of planet Andan’s Scientific and Investigative Research Taskforce. Someone is killing Andan’s women in an attempt to mutate them into reptiles. Kylie makes it her mission to discover who’s behind the murders and prevent more grotesque deaths.

Shapeshifting lizard Griff comes to Andan to stop his brethren from mutating other planets’ women into mindless breeding stock. Overcoming Kylie’s suspicious and defensive nature proves difficult, but he must in order to help the SIRT team thwart his planet’s scientists.

When Kylie is abducted and becomes the first human to survive the transformation, it’s up to Griff to rescue her so SIRT can restore her human form. On the run and desperate to unravel the mysteries of Kylie’s past to solve the crimes of their present, can she and Griff forge a future for themselves?

CONTENT WARNING: Language, Violence, Sex

From Lyrical Press–coming June 3, 2013!

Excerpt:(this is the opening page:)

The officer guarding the half-lit, reeking alley behind Restaurant Row directed Agent Kylie Sanderson into the shadows behind him. “Your partner’s already down there. And, it’s two of them, ma’am.”
Kylie, wearing designer alpaskin boots, picked her way through the mud and discarded piles of food. Her mother, who found these things so important, must have finagled six months just to get her hands on this pair. She’d hate her daughter wearing them in stinking garbage. The thought made Kylie smile.
Her smile faded as she approached the heavy black dumpster. Behind it, her partner puked the contents of his stomach. Based on the history of this case, though, his indiscretion was likely not entirely due to his rookie status.
It was bad, then. But they always were.
Steeling herself, she climbed up on the plastic fruit crate in front of the dumpster and looked inside. The odor rising from the mélange of trash, rotted meat and spoiled dairy products sickened her, too, but not as much as the two women’s bodies on top did. Or at least what used to be women.
Holding one hand over her mouth and nose, Kylie shone her flashlight on the pile. The bodies were similar to the six others who’d turned up in the last few months in different areas of Muraco. Each dead woman was naked, and horribly mutated. Their flesh and organs had transformed by varying degree into green, scaly reptiles. Others had lost arms or legs to the change, their bones elongated, their hands narrow with nails turned into hard claws. This was the first one whose face was gone.
Blank yellow eyes stared, her nose and mouth distorted into a pointy chunk of mottled green hide. Fangs protruded from under the desiccated lips.
Yeah, this one was bad.
Kylie stepped off the box, never so glad she’d skipped lunch for a drink with an old friend.
Bio: Lyndi Alexander dreamed for many years of being a spaceship captain, but settled instead for inspired excursions into fictional places with fascinating companions from her imagination that she likes to share with others. She has been a published writer for over thirty years, including seven years as a reporter and editor at a newspaper in Homestead, Florida. Her list of publications is eclectic, from science fiction to romance to horror, from tech reporting to television reviews. Lyndi is married to an absent-minded computer geek. Together, they have a dozen computers, seven children and a full house in northwestern Pennsylvania.

If you’d like to contact Lyndi, you can reach her here: lyndialexander at gmail dot com. or Lyrical Press at http://lyricalpress.com/a-small-degree-of-hope-by-lyndi-alexander/
Links: http://lyndialexander.wordpress.com

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New Release by 5 Prince Books: Stutter Creek

Ann Swann has created another magnificent title for readers to engage! Stutter Creek is captivating people from the first page forward. Take a moment to learn why –

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Blurb: She went looking for an old flame and found a serial killer instead.

When Beth lost her father to cancer and her husband to another woman, she didn’t know where to turn.  So she retreated to the family cabin at Stutter Creek.  Some of the best times of her life were spent at that cabin.  That’s where she met her first crush, a boy named John.  But that was many years ago . . . could he possibly still be around?  Or would she find something sinister instead?

Romance readers will want to take a moment and pick up the book today! http://www.5princebooks.com/buy.html

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A bit about Ms Swann:
Ann Swann is the author of All For Love, a contemporary love story published by 5 Prince Publishing.  She is the author of Stevie-girl and the Phantom Pilot, and Stevie-girl and the Phantom Student, tales of the supernatural.  She has also written numerous award winning short stories.  She lives in West Texas with her husband and their rescue pets.  She loves libraries and book stores and owns two different e-readers just for fun.  Her to-be-read list has taken on a life of its own.  She calls it Herman.

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The Heir – from the Portal series

I’ve been slack on here, but sometimes life just takes over and the internet gets shoved to one side. I moved house, lost my internet connection for several weeks and was swamped in packing, moving and then unpacking. Oh, and finding schools, doctors, banks, shops, all those little essentials that need to be sorted out.

Somehow, in amongst all that, I managed to find the time and space to finish a new short story, which was just released.

The Heir.

The Heir - from the Portal seriesHeavily pregnant, her magic waning, and the life of her unborn child threatened by her consort, Lilith flees her home to seek the aid of her sister. Heather has been in hiding and only Lilith knows where she is or how to reach her.

Heather holds the healing magic that Lilith needs and Heather lives in the one place where Lilith’s unborn child might be safe. Continue reading

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