Moonflower – Review + Giveaway!

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I’ll be reviewing this next month so I’m super excited to spread the word on the new Angela J. Townsend novel, “Moonflower”!

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Title:  Moonflower

Author:  Angela J. Townsend

Published:  March 31st, 2014 by Clean Teen Publishing

Page Count:  238

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance Horror

Content Warning:  Graphic violence

Recommended Age:  17+

Natasha remembers little from her Russian childhood, other than the lingering nightmares of her mother’s tragic death. So when someone close to her hands her a one-way ticket to Russia, along with the deed to her family farm, and then is brutally murdered, she has little confidence about what awaits her in that distant land.
With doubt and uncertainty, Natasha has no choice but to leave her life in America for an unknown future. Once overseas, the terrifying facts as to why she was really summoned home come to light.
Fact one: Monsters do exist.
Fact two: The only thing keeping those monsters out of the world is an ancient mural hidden below her family’s farm.
Fact three: The mural that keeps the evil out of the world is falling apart.
The final fact: It’s up to Natasha to restore it and save the world from a horror unlike anything seen before.
Luckily, Natasha isn’t alone in her mission. Three Russian Knights are tasked with protecting her from the demons as she restores the mural. And leading the Knights is the handsome and strong Anatoly, who seems to be everything Natasha could hope for in a man. Unfortunately, there is one huge problem. Her Knights are forbidden from having relationships with the artists they protect, and Anatoly is a hardcore rule follower. But rules cannot stop the way she feels.
When a horrifying demon breaches the barrier and pulls Anatoly inside the mural, Natasha can’t help but charge, once again, into the unknown—this time to save the man she secretly loves. Now on the demons’ turf, she risks her own life to free the very one who is supposed to be protecting her. Little does she realize that if she should fail, it could mean the destruction of the very last barrier shielding mankind. Will Anatoly refuse Natasha’s help? Or will he finally realize, when love is at stake, the rules will be broken. 
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Genre Rating
  So I usually do a genre rating, but here’s the thing: Did you see that list?! It’s considered a YA Paranormal Romance Horror. So I made some deductions. I’m a horror fan, I read a lot of it so here’s my conclusion. There were horrific moments but nothing that made my heart seize or actually horrify me. I was more fascinated, to be honest. Soooo: Horror. YA I’ve never counted as a genre, it’s more of an outline leading to genres. So, YA.
Romance and Paranormal seem to like to hold hands and this isn’t a 100% romance though there’s still a good helping for you romance fans. Romance. There’s quite a bit of intrigue and ghost-like phenomenons.  So Paranormal it is! That was long winded, eh?
I’ve been seeing Angela J. Townsend everywhere lately. There’s been interviews, guest posts and I’ve seen at least three books milling about the internet. The woman’s a machine! So I had to sample one. Here’s my impression:
Natasha, is a strong independent character who unfortunately relies a lot upon Anatoly to save her from falling. She is a horrible klutz, haha. I really liked that we were exported into another country, Russia. Say it with a rolling R and it has more flare, no?
Alright, back to the story. Natasha dwells on her heritage, much like most of us have when we were teenagers. She is a foster child in a rather unfortunate situation though that doesn’t seem to bother her. She makes the best of what she has and rarely strives beyond that as I’m sure she believes she isn’t worthy of it. Though she’s a rather quiet character you can certainly relate to her thinking.
The story moves from America to Russia, a very distinct culture shift but one that Natasha seems comfortable with. Russia was home for her.
An interesting part was her role in returning home and how everything came together for her.
My only problem would be the occasional lack of trust toward the reader. There was a lot of repetition when it came to certain characters when making her point about them.
Shoving that aside, I have to say that the book delivered on imagination, the love-interest, and the mystery surrounding Natasha’s heritage.
ConclusionFour-Five Overall
I enjoyed the Russian lore and some of the culture that was injected into the story. We were transported to a place most of us haven’t been. The imagery were fantastic, I was seeing the monsters clearly in my mind. Also, I really liked how Natasha’s paint brush would be her sword and the theme surrounded that idea: Our passions in life could be our salvation. :)
Angela-TownsendAngela Townsend was born in the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Missoula, Montana. As a child, Angela grew up listening to stories told by her grandparents, ancient tales and legends of faraway places. Influenced by her Irish and Scottish heritage, Angela became an avid research historian, specializing in Celtic mythology. Her gift for storytelling finally led her to a full time career in historical research and writing. A writer in local community circulations, Angela is also a published genealogical and historical resource writer who has taught numerous research seminars. Currently, Angela divides her time between writing, playing Celtic music on her fiddle, and Irish dancing.
Angela’s first novel, Amarok, was published through Spencer Hill Press in 2012. She later went on to sign with Clean Teen Publishing in 2013 and currently has two novels published through them: Angus MacBain and the Island of Sleeping Kings and River of Bones. Her third novel, Moonflower is scheduled for release in March 2014.
Angela resides on a ranch, in rural Northwestern Montana, with her two children Levi and Grant.
Where to Find:  Amazon Author Page  | Facebook  | Twitter  | GoodReads  | Blog
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The Time Traveler’s Boyfriend – Review


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Publisher: Dev Love Press (February 2, 2014)

Claudia’s geeky boyfriend Adam has just invented a time machine.

No, really—he has.  She doesn’t believe it either until Adam provides her with definitive proof that he does, in fact, have a functioning time travel device sitting in the living room of his Manhattan brownstone.

But instead of getting ready to accept the Nobel Prize, Adam has very different plans for his groundbreaking invention.  He wants Claudia to use the machine to travel back in time and stop the accident that landed him in a wheelchair over a decade ago, and prevent the trajectory of events that he believes ruined his life.

When Claudia reluctantly agrees to become the first human time traveler, she knows she’s making a big gamble.  If she succeeds, she could have the happy ending with commitment-phobic Adam that she’s always dreamed of.  But if she fails, it could mean the end of the universe as she knows it.

“Costa’s wild imagination and keen writing style will keep readers on their toes as they breeze through this book which is quite an emotional roller-coaster ride and guaranteed to produce giggles and possibly a tear.” -Jaime A. Geraldi, The Romantic Times

Read the first chapter HERE.

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This is not the type of book I’d normally pick up but I want to expand my reading material. I wanted to explore new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where…yeah, they did time travel too. That was relevant to this review, right? Weeeelllllll…

We are introduced to Claudia, our main character, who has a tendency to ramble about her relationship and how she really wants to marry her noncommittal boyfriend. There were a few moments I was ready to snap on this woman. She had a way of presenting herself to be the pretty ditz. She is a school teacher who seems to like her children, unless they read slow. Then she mentally ridicules them, which kind of outlines her sometimes (not always) shallow personality.

But when she goes back in time on her own, her aggravating attributes begin to lift. Once in the past, she meets her younger self and becomes…annoyed. Whoohoo! I’m not the only one who sees it! Though in all honesty if I met my younger self I guarantee we wouldn’t be best buds either. At this point, I found myself rooting for Claudia. I actually wanted her to achieve her goals.

Claudia tries to correct a bitter past and with ample determination, which I admired, and a lot of heart. I almost hate to give this comparison, but here goes: Imagine if Penny and Leonard from “Big Bang Theory” met ten years later than they did. You may have something similar (with a few differences) to Claudia and Adam.


Three-Five Overall

I admit, I enjoyed how everything came full circle and the author didn’t dive too deep into the paradoxes that can often come with time travel. This book was a fun trip into a “what if” universe rather than a scientific theory or having too much butterfly effect. I’d recommend this to women looking for an easy, enjoyable read.

About the Author

anniefixedAnnabelle Costa is a teacher who writes in her free time.  She enjoys the wounded hero genre, involving male love interests with physical disabilities, who don’t follow the typical Hollywood perception of sexy.

Arms of Anu (YA) + Giveaway!




Sequel to the award-winning “Arrow of the Mist” is the latest by Christina Mercer: “Arms of Anu”

arms-of-anuArms of Anu by Christina Mercer
(Arrow of the Mist #2)
Publication date: March 13th 2013
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult


Folows Award-Winning Preteen/Teen Fantasy ARROW OF THE MIST


Blood of body, blood of soul,
Entwined for life, then unfolds;
If blood still runs when magic binds,
Soul is never too far to find.


In ARMS OF ANU, Lia and Kelven battle through a land of tyrants, war and magic.
Can Lia escape the foes who ensnare her?
Will Kelven’s love withstand the darkness taking root inside Lia?
Is freedom too high a crown to reach, or will they forever remain in the hollows?

Where to Find:  Goodreads  |  |  |  Barnes & Noble


For those interested, here’s a little about the first book, “Arrows of the Mist”:


51uCMTKfSUL._SL500_Terror strikes the Celtic inspired kingdom of Nemetona when barbed roots breach the veil of a forbidden land and poison woodsmen, including 15-year-old Lia’s beloved father. Lia and three others embark on a quest to the forbidden land of Brume to gather ingredients for the cure. But after her elder kinsman is attacked and poisoned, she and her cousin, Wynn, are forced to finish the quest on their own.


Lia relies on her powerful herbal wisdom and the memorized pages of her late grandmother’s Grimoire for guidance through a land of soul-hungry shades, trickster creatures, and uncovered truths about the origin of Brume and her family’s unexpected ties to it. The deeper they trek into the land, the stronger Lia’s untapped gift as a tree mage unfolds. When she discovers the enchanted root’s maker, it forces her to question everything about who she is and what is her destiny. Ultimately she must make a terrible choice: keep fighting to save her father and the people of the lands or join with the power behind the deadly roots to help nature start anew.

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Lia Griene folded birch-white arms against her chest. Wynn stood beside her with his wrists and ankles shackled in chains. Lia winced at the fresh blood seeping from her cousin’s wounds. She might have just enough knitbone sewn in the hem of her cloak to set a poultice on them after they returned to the cart.

If we return.

Royal Sage Conall eyed them, his mouth dripping with jellied pork and wine. “I see your tempers have calmed since leaving Rockberg this morning. Amazing how rebels quiet under lock and key.”

Lia tried to calm the loathing that brewed like bitter nightshade within her. She’d rather fight bog goblins for a thousand years than spend another minute before Nemetona’s nobility. But she held her composure. They still had a fortnight of travel to the royal city of Anu and she’d prefer to face the king with her tongue attached. She met the sage’s glare with silence.

He responded with a snort and continued to stuff his face with greasy meat. His brother, Royal Sage Lorne, cleared his throat and spat in a wrinkled cloth he kept gripped in his hand. He resembled Conall in crimson attire alone. Where Sage Conall was fat like the swine he feasted upon, Sage Lorne was akin to rotting leather over bone. He peered at Lia and Wynn from black hollows set too deep for the candlelight to reach.


Kelven jabbed at the red embers of the cook fire, their glow barely cutting through the hazy night. The stench of Anu pressed against him like a decaying hide. He and several of his Northern comrades had woven themselves through the city that day, searching for a way across the bridge and inside the castle walls. Somewhere inside, Lia and Wynn awaited their fate.

“Lia.” Her name slipped through his lips. She was spirited like a wild filly, recklessly loyal to her family, and impossibly skilled in herb crafts. And she had fascinated him from the moment he met her several years ago at Wynn’s.
He gazed up at the castle, the cold towers shrouded in darkness and fog. His insides tugged with the same guilt he’d struggled with ever since the royal sages had arrived in Rockberg. Lia’s father, Dylan, and Wynn’s father, Finn, had reassured him he’d done the right thing by fleeing to the hills with the Grimoire, Wynn’s enchanted shield, and the remaining bottles of Brume’s elixir. Kelven knew that hiding the precious items served a vital purpose, but an unshakable shame lingered in his heart for leaving his friends to face the royal sages without him. He should have been there, standing alongside them, offering whatever support he could.

About the Author

ChristinaChristina Mercer is an award-winning author of fiction for children and young adults. She placed in the Semi-Finals of the Amazon Breakout Novel Award Contest, won an Honorable Mention in the 21st Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards, and took Writer’s Best in Show at the SCBWI CA North/Central Regional Conference. She resides in Northern California enjoying life with her husband, two sons, four dogs and about 100,000 honeybees. For more about her and her writing visit her Web Site.

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Reflection of the Gods + Giveaway



YEA! Canadian content! Also, I’m a sucker for urban fantasies. The title offers a real mystery. I hope you check out the synopsis, book trailer and excerpt below!


Title: Reflection of the Gods

Author: Lisa Llamrei

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Newly divorced Das MacDermott longs for a fresh start. As he packs up and prepares to move out of the city, he spots a young woman being held at gunpoint by three men. Despite being outnumbered and unarmed, Das does his best to intervene. Once liberated, the victim seems oddly ungrateful, but on an apparent whim decides to join Das in his new life in rural Ontario. Aislinn, as she is called, returns the favour; with her encouragement and support, his start-up photography business takes off, and more importantly, Das is saved from loneliness and self-doubt.

Das, however, is never quite able to fully dismiss the contrary aspects of Aislinn’s nature, and is strictly forbidden from asking about Aislinn’s past. All seems too good to be true, and indeed it is. Aislinn’s unusual talents and odd behaviour, unbeknownst to Das, come from her demigod status. Aislinn is half-Sidhe, daughter of Fionvarra, Ireland’s fairy king, and a human woman. Sidhe wars have so disrupted the mortal world that Aislinn has joined with other immortals in an effort to permanently separate it from Tir N’a Nog, the fairy realm.

Born in ancient Ireland, Aislinn spends millennia as the plaything of the cruel and narcissistic gods. The pain of being neither human nor Sidhe is offset by her relationship to the Fir Bolg, another race of fair folk who take pity on her lonely state; and the refuge she takes in being Das’s lover and protector. As Das comes to accept the possibility that Aislinn belongs to a supernatural world, he discovers that the two worlds are set to collide in a way that may mean the destruction of all humanity.

Where to Find:  Alchera Press  |  |  |  Kobo  |  Goodreads

Book Trailer:

(Usually the Book Trailer doesn’t have to be a link and just shows up but for some reason, after 30 minutes of fiddling, I gave up and I apologize. I have seen it though and it’s REALLY good! I hope you take a peak after you’ve read the excerpt below. Or you can just come back after. I can wait. :) )



The hands shook me again. I opened my eyes and looked straight into those of the young girl. She wore a long, white dress, her black hair falling in tousled waves past her shoulders to her hips. She seemed to radiate light. My first thought was that we were both dead and I’d made it to heaven after all. Maybe you get points for stupidity in the service of others.

Seeing her up close, it was clear I had underestimated her age by several years. Though small, she was clearly a young woman—closer to eighteen than fourteen, possibly even older. Her dress was sheer, showing every curve of her body. My immediate visceral reaction was not something I expected to feel in heaven. Then the throbbing in my head returned, equally unexpected. As my senses cleared, I noted the scent of garbage mixed with car exhaust. I heard horns honking in the distance and shouts from the street. So, not dead, then. When I tried to sit up, pain in my head forced me back down.

With uncanny strength, the girl pulled me to a sitting position and looked me square in the eye. She squatted on her heels. Any glow I thought I had seen disappeared. Her face muscles tensed, her mouth drew tight. I couldn’t quite read the emotion, but I didn’t get the impression she was concerned for my well-being.

You’re alive.” My voice sounded thin. “I heard a shot. I thought …”

He missed,” she said. “And you ought not to have interfered.”

Ought not … who talks like that? “Those guys were going to kill you.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “I was in no danger. I was fully in control until you happened by. Do your police officers not tell you never to antagonize an armed intruder?” She sighed. “If it had been anyone other than me, you would be dead right now. You really ought to take more care.” She stood and turned to leave.

I stood up as well, stretching my arms and legs to test my muscles. “At least I know enough to be grateful when someone helps me out.”

She turned back to look at me. “Grateful? You expect gratitude for what you have done?” She shook her head and threw her hands up in the air. “In-credible,” she said as she walked away down the alley.

About the Author

Lisa LlamreiLisa Llamrei was born and raised in the Toronto area. She studied languages at York University. At various times, she has been an actor, professional belly dancer, holistic nutritionist, and entrepreneur. She currently lives north of Toronto with her family. Reflection of the Gods is her first novel.

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Crossing Forbidden Lines + Giveaway



See below for an excerpt as well as your chance to win a $50 Amazon Giftcard or .PDF copies of books from the Guardian Series.


GS2Title: Crossing Forbidden Lines

Author: J.W. Baccaro

Genre: Dark Wizard / Coming of Age Fantasy

Synopsis: The Elemental Crystals were originally created to protect the earth. However, Abaddon the Demon Lord plans to use them to transform the earth into a realm of haunting darkness and witchery, forever. In Guiding The Blue Flame, a young but powerful Nasharin Warrior, Darshun Luthais is drawn to one of these magical crystals of immense power. He learns he’s the fulfillment of the two thousand year old Prophecy of the Guardian. The Wizard Olchemy informs him that he is the protector and guardian the earth has been waiting for.

With Darshun’s ability to sense the Elemental Crystals, Olchemy devises a plan to obtain them. Accompanied by a small group of companions the hunt is on, in hopes to retrieve the long lost crystals before the Demon Lord claims them. During the journey, Darshun encounters Aurora, the sole survivor of a now extinct people. He falls in love for the first time, and now resents the so-called Guardian of the Prophecy role.

Due to Darshun’s naïve spirit he’s caught off guard by Nayland, a mysterious dark warrior who confronts him about his abandonment of the quest. He reveals that he too, is a Nasharin warrior, though far exceeding Darshun in skill and power. Darshun’s father, Mirabel saves him from death at the hands of Nayland.

Outmatched and in bewilderment from the attack, a fire awakens in Darshun. He plans on reaching his father’s level of power with a journey to Shajin Island, where Nasharin Warriors train. He’ll be gone for only one day in Earth realm time, but due to the magic of the rigorous island, it will be seven long years for him. Entering the mystical realm of Shajin, he eagerly awaits its life threatening challenges.

In Crossing Forbidden Lines, Darshun faces a solemn heartbreaking betrayal by the woman he loves and is left dying from a hideous torture inflicted by the Queen’s guards. He is healed by a female Elf, Kelarin who he calls his angel.

Feeling his power to be tripled, he battles Queen Talvenya’s son and slays him. Thus, earning the Queen’s undying vow of revenge. Afterward, he faces the Demon Lord in a fierce battle which nearly kills him once again. After a mysterious Elder nurses him back to health, he returns to his father, Mirabel to help defeat the massive army of the Demon Lord.

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Excerpt from Chapter Three of CROSSING FORBIDDEN LINES

The sun rose as Mirabel and Seth sat around a fire, fellowshipping about past times and listening to the war drums of the approaching Barbarians, no more than two hours away. The drums were a low tuned, powerful beat. Dark sounding, intended to drive fear in their enemies. Sometimes the drumming would stop, replaced by a long silence, only to start again with the same repetitive beat.

It’s been a hundred years since I’ve seen a Barbarian,” Seth said, sipping his mug of coffee. “Many memories of that war have risen in my mind old friend. There is no doubt you remember those days also.”

Of course.” Mirabel nodded. “That is when my journey alone began.”

Seth knew what he meant; he spoke about his wife and son. Ever since their deaths, he’d carried an overwhelming sadness with him wherever he went. The pain never truly gone, the loneliness never ceasing. At times it seemed difficult to bear. Mirabel loved them more than anything and always blamed himself for what happened. “Brother,” Seth began, in a most soothing, comforting tone, “I know how it feels to lose someone. The pain of loss cuts deep. True I never married, choosing celibacy for this life instead, but I did lose my dear mother—the only one I’ve ever been close to in those days. She cared for me, taught me, inspired me to love. Wonderful she was but she’s now gone from this realm. There’s nothing I can do to bring her back. Neither would she want me to, or especially dwell in disparity. I know this is difficult to hear, but you have to stop blaming yourself for what happened. It wasn’t your fault. Viliah and Asiel wouldn’t want you to carry this guilt. Neither does Abidan. Please, let it go.”

I know that my friend, I know,” Mirabel answered, casting a dim smile and then finished the rest of his coffee. “You have been by my side through toils and snares, times of goodness and eras of darkness, never asking for anything in return. A true friend you are indeed, always ready and willing to help another in need. You say these Barbarians remind you of the war? You know what I am reminded of by them, strangely? The times before the war, before even my family, times of you and I, when we used to journey hundreds—thousands of miles across the land searching for Milandrith Metal. Seeking out new territories, looking for possible Wizards still in existence. The wind in our hair, the smell of the woodlands, the adventures over the mountains…remember?”

I would say I’ve grown senile if I’d forgotten those days. Wonderful times they were indeed. We bonded quickly, you and I after our duel in the Martial Arts Tournament that is, ha!”

Heh heh, yeah, a duel I barely won. That, next to probably Olchemy in his days of youth, was the toughest battle I ever fought.”

You have gotten a lot stronger since then. There comes a time though, when one physically reaches his maximum of strength. I think I have reached mine. For I care not to progress my skills any longer, just my spirituality.”

Sometimes that is the best path. If I could give up fighting forever in exchange for a world of eternal peace, where there’d be no need to improve the speed of one’s punch, the accuracy of a throwing dagger, the stamina of the body or the fancifulness of the sword, I would. And I think Darshun would too. As skill hungry as he is, the boy has never accepted the only certainty among this realm, the process of death. He cannot even harm an insect, not unless provoked—and sometimes not even then!”

Seth laughed. “An unusual soul indeed. Hey, speaking of Darshun, he should be on his way back.”

Mirabel nodded, for there was no question whether or not Darshun survived Shajin Island.

Do you think he reached Ascension?”

If Marsainn and myself reached it, I am positive the Guardian of earth has reached it also.” He smiled, perhaps thinking about his adopted son, how he always made Mirabel laugh, and was good company to be around, kind-hearted, warm. Just how he hoped Asiel would have turned out.

You really love Darshun don’t you?” Seth asked, reading his face.

With all my heart.”

I do too. And I believe he was not only born to save this world, but also as a gift to you from Abidan. A son to love.”

Mirabel’s blue eyes glistened beautifully in the firelight, and Seth could have sworn the extravagant shine was a reflection of tears. “My friend, of all the battles we fought and survived together.” Mirabel grasped Seth’s hand. “May today prove to be another victory, so we might continue our fellowship in elder years?”

They both sensed an incredible power moving fast approaching from the west. It wasn’t like the power of a transformed Nasharin, giving off such enormous amounts of energy, but an inner power of great change, great achievement even Mirabel couldn’t fathom.

Mirabel—is that—?”

Aye.” A huge smile radiated on his face. “He has returned.”

The wind shifted and they looked to the sky and saw the golden eagle gliding down toward them, the morning rays of sunlight reflecting off his gorgeous gold-brown feathers. In a slow descent he landed and Darshun slid off his back, making a light thump onto the ground. “Thank you, good friend.” Darshun patted his head.

The eagle nodded, glanced over to Seth for a moment—the Nasharin exchanging a look of gratitude—and then flew away.

Darshun looked very different. His honey brown hair had grown longer, reaching the tail of his back. His natural build and muscles increased in size. But overall, the change in his face, the look in his amber-speckled steel blue eyes; he seemed so confident, fearless. “Father, Uncle Seth, it is good to see you two again,” Darshun greeted them both with a long hug. They needed to remember for Darshun it had been seven years since he stood in the presence of them.

I hope you’re hungry lad,” Seth prompted.

His fearless look instantly vanished in exchange for an excited expression. “Oh, am I!”

Seth already prepared him breakfast: fresh elk sausage cooked with a few pepper-like spices that naturally grew in the area, giving the meal extra kick .Also, including fried potatoes and of course a large mug of hot coffee.

Darshun gulped the food down in seconds then started on the coffee.

Same old appetite,” Seth noted with a chuckle.

There’s not much to eat at Shajin Island. In fact, I haven’t had a meal this good since—well, since I left! That was seven years ago to me. I was expecting the world to be different, being gone for so long.”

Twelve hours for us lad.” Seth shook his head.

I know. To fathom that is difficult.”

The drums of the Barbarians started again, echoing across the plains and through the woodland. This time they were louder.

It’s almost time.” Seth looked uneasy.

What is that?” Darshun asked.

The war drums of the Barbarians,” Mirabel explained. “A tactic they use to install fear in their enemies. Beware of them my son. Before they charge into battle they take a secret drink that changes their natural state. Their energy dramatically increases and they feel an uncontrollable desire to kill. That is why they are also known as Bezerkers. The most ancient of tribes they are, and fight in the most brutal of ways. Merciless. Unforgiving.”

Let them come!” Darshun growled. “I promise you not one will survive this day.”

Mirabel and Seth never heard him say such a thing before, regarding an enemy. It wasn’t so much his words, but tone— filled with justice and perhaps a bit of a frenzy rage. He’d definitely changed.

About the Author


Me_and_AlexJ.W.Baccaro is the author of the Guardian Series. In his free time he enjoys literature—fiction and non-fiction, playing electric guitar in the heavy metal band Rigor Hill, Consciousness and NDE studies, and thinking how to intertwine his thoughts about the world’s myths, legends and distinct truths into his novels. He lives in upstate NY with his wife Melissa, his son Alexander, his two German Shepherds and his three cats.

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The Uncovering (Urban Fantasy)






TheUncovering smallerTitle: The Uncovering

Author: Jes Young

Genre: Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy

“Tab Bennett is normal — unusually, excessively normal. Her job as a bank teller is safe and secure, her grandfather finally let her move out of the house (at least to the cottage at the end of the driveway), and her fiancé fiercely guards her chastity, whether she wants him to or not.

It’s something of a shock, then, when Tab learns that she is the elvish queen of the fabled kingdom of the Inbetween. Also shocking is the appearance of the staggeringly confident and gorgeous elvish warrior who claims to be Tab’s true betrothed. Even amidst a steamy love triangle, Tab must tell friend from foe in an unknown world of danger, deceit, magic, and sex.

The first in the Underneath and Inbetween trilogy, The Uncovering sparkles with wit and unadulterated fun.”

Where to Find (PRINT):  MP Publishing  |  |  |  Barnes & Noble  |  Chapters/Indigo  | Powell’s  |  Indiebound

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While my sister Rivers was dying, I was planting crocus bulbs in my front yard.

While she was fighting for life, I was thinking about how pretty the purple and yellow flowers would look poking up through the snow when the spring came. While she was gasping for air, I was singing along with the radio to some stupid Top Forty song I’d be embarrassed to admit I knew. I was tired and achy. I saw the dirt under my nails and then I knew. There was dirt under her nails too.

I could see her struggling in a small dark place. I could feel her panic as the air ran out. Her fingernails snagged and broke on rocks and roots as she clawed at the soil settling above her.

The earth closed in all around until there was no light and no air and no sound. There was nothing but the quiet, airy emptiness you hear inside a seashell.

Rivers was gone and I was kneeling in the cold, wet grass with a pounding headache and a bloody knee. The vision ended as abruptly as it had begun.

Some black birds lifted from their roost in the trees just as Francis came running from the other side of the house.

What is it? Are you hurt?” he yelled as he ran toward me. “Are you hurt?”

I struggled to my feet, took one lurching step, and passed out before I hit the dirt.

* * * * *

It was dark and quiet when I woke up.

I didn’t have to lift my head or open my eyes to know where I was. I recognized the lumps in the cushions and the smell of the afghan draped over me. I heard the comforting rumble of men’s voices in a nearby room and knew that I was home, safe and cared for on the couch in the downstairs sitting room at Witchwood Manor. The tapping of a size twelve work boot against the floor told me that my fiancé Robbin was there waiting for me to wake up, watching over me until I did. For the first time ever I found his restless, relentless tap, tap, tapping comforting. It told my heart what to do. Beat, beat, beat, it said. It reminded my lungs to fill and empty and fill again.

He was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. He was leaning against the doorframe, still in his work clothes, looking angry and sad and, of course, beautiful. He just couldn’t help that—even when tragedy really called for him to be less sensational-looking. He was tall and muscular with a strong chin and a soft, sweet mouth. His eyes were the color of the ocean on a sunny day and his short hair was a sandy blond. I sighed, wishing I were waking up with him under happier circumstances.

About the Author

Jes Young Author PhotoJes Young holds a BFA in creative writing from Emerson College.  She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal romance because, in spite of a complete lack of supporting evidence, Jes still believes in fairy tales, happy endings, and true love.

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Wolf Legend (Urban Fantasy)



Is it weird that I want to know more about Florence Witkop than what is written in her author’s blurb?

The woman probably has amazing stories to tell, fiction and otherwise.  


Title: Wolf Legend

Author: Florence Witkop

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Jane, who dislikes wolves because they kill livestock, takes Buck Portman, wolf researcher and wildlife professor at the nearby college to an island for a week to seek out the huge wolves legend says have been seen in the area. She’s skeptical until a huge wolf runs through their camp… and mentally connects with Jane. Both woman and wolf are startled by their mental connection. The wolf invites Jane to follow so they can sort out what’s between them. Jane takes off after the wolf in the dark, followed by the confused professor. She follows the wolf through a cave and into another world, one populated by larger-than-life, dangerous animals, including the wolves of the legend. Her mental connection to the alpha she-wolf is all that saves their lives in that dangerous place. Days later, when they return to their world, at the request of the alpha wolf they take her wolf pup with a broken leg so it can be healed. Problem is that wild wolves are not allowed as pets in our world so the professor must technically care for the wolf with Jane’s help. But he has reservations. The huge dire wolf pup is in the wrong world. As it grows, will it remain a pet or become a dangerous predator? As the attraction between Jane and the professor grows, so do the problems inherent in having a huge prehistoric wolf in today’s world. 

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I ran straight into the night. Buck followed, pausing only long enough to grab a flashlight. “I knew it! I knew it! There are wolves on the island. And did you see the size of it? It’s huge. It’s a behemoth!” He waved the flashlight like a wand until he stumbled. Then he came back to earth and lighted the way. Pointed it towards the ground ahead. Then at me. “There are no tracks.” Accused me of something, only he didn’t know what. I was, after all, going somewhere. Where? “We can’t know where it went. You can’t know.”

“I know.”

He caught up to me. “How?” He looked around. At the blackness that had enveloped us the instant we left the faint reflected light of the lakeshore. In that forest, the dark was complete. Suffocating. Disorienting. “I can’t see a thing.”

I tried to come up with a rational explanation, something that would reassure him. I failed, there was no rational explanation for what I was doing. I wasn’t following a sound or a track. Rather I was following a thought. It lingered in the embrace of the trees the way scents do, curling like smoke through air, ready to evaporate or change direction at the first whiff of a breeze, but, also like smoke, it was knowable, identifiable, and easy to follow if I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t hesitate. So I simply said, “It went this way.” Then I turned in the direction the wolf had gone and ran into the night.


About the Author

authorFlorence’s stories begin as simple tales of contemporary life, often in small towns or the wilderness she knows so well. Where they go from there is what makes them special. There is always a strong sense of place. Sometimes they cross genres and contain paranormal, sci/fi, or fantasy elements. There is usually a romance and there are always characters her readers like and would enjoy having as friends.

Most of all, there is a story because what Florence does best is tell stories. Well plotted stories that carry the characters towards a logical conclusion that always includes a happy ending.  Stories that shine light on the human condition while they celebrate the world we live in.  Stories that her readers relate to and remember long after the reading is over.

She writes about people who are as normal as apple pie (most of them, anyway) who unexpectedly find themselves in the middle of situations ranging from the heartwarming through the difficult and all the way to the horrendous. But Florence’s characters choose to act instead of running away. In the process, they survive, thrive, overcome whatever obstacles large or small are thrown in front of them, and while they are at it, they find time to fall in love.

Florence was born in the city and has lived in the suburbs, small towns, the country and the wilderness area of northern Minnesota, where she still lives with her husband and a cowardly cat named Smoke.

At various times in her writing career she’s been a confession writer, a copywriter, a ghost writer and an editor. She writes short stories, novellas and novels.  Her work has been categorized as romance, science-fiction, fantasy, mainstream and eco-fiction, to name a few genres that it fits so beautifully into.