“There was a beginning once. A beginning that started with being sold to a monster I fell for.There was an ending once. An ending that came cloaked in bloodshed and fury.”Eleanor Grace is a simple mortal who has the power to topple a god. She captured his heart, fed him a different future, and fought for a fantasy that wasn’t make-believe but destiny.Sully Sinclair is a man masquerading as a monster. He let down his shields and allowed a goddess to show him a simpler path. However, neither of them could predict the war that was coming, nor the toll it would take.A fated romance.A fight that will finish in tears.The age-old battle of good versus evil.
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Pepper Winters is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today International Bestseller. With a catalogue of over twenty titles, she’s hit the bestselling lists over thirty times. She loves romance, star-crossed lovers, and the forbidden taboo. She strives to write a story that makes the reader crave what they shouldn’t, and delivers tales with complex plots and unforgettable characters.After chasing her dreams to become a full-time writer, Pepper has earned recognition with awards for best Dark Romance, best BDSM Series, and best Hero. She’s an #1 iBooks bestseller, along with #1 in Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, and Erotica Thriller. She’s also honoured to wear the IndieReader Badge for being a Top 10 Indie Bestseller.After releasing two books with Grand Central, Hachette (Ruin & Rule and Sin & Suffer) Pepper is a Hybrid Author of both Traditional and Self-published work.Represented by Trident Media, her books have garnered foreign interest and are currently being translated into numerous languages, including already released titles in Italian, French, Hebrew, German, and Turkish. Audio Books for her entire back-list will be available soon.
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Cover designer: Sharon Lipman from Fantasia Cover Designs
Editors: Michelle Dunbar, Anna Proofing, and Black Cat Edits
Nobody expects to stare death in the face, only to find out their entire life is a lie.
When marketing executive Becky is saved from near-death by Salco, she is taken to Tsinia, a magical world filled with peaceful people who are trying to forget their land is on the brink of destruction.
Becky discovers that her arrival is no accident and that she is Thya, the heir to the enchanting land. As if that isn’t enough, she learns that an Oracle prophesied that she will save the gentle Tsinians from slavery and domination by Darthorn, the Warlord of Senx.
The Tsinian council and her kinsmen are certain that a union between Darthorn’s son, Kovon, and Thya will create peace between the two lands. However, Darthorn has plans for Tsinia, as does Kovon for Thya.
Her future has been written, and, if she is to save Tsinia, she must marry Kovon, but Thya gives her heart to another – a love that is both forbidden and dangerous.
Illusional Reality is a story about hope, courage, love, and sacrifice.
The cool air refreshed her, and she was soon wide awake. Alkazar brought a seat out from the room and asked her to sit.
“As I was trying to convey to you, the gift you possess is named Flite. You have the ability to move objects with your mind. All Ganties possess this gift, and tis my pleasured duty to tutor you in the employment of your talents. To move an object, you are required to reach the Owto, a place between conscious and unconscious.”
“Sort of like a trance?”
“Similar to a hypnotic state,” he answered. “You ought to be aware of things around you and pay attention to conversations, yet you need to be able to detach yourself from reality so you can concentrate on what you desire. It is rather like splitting your mind in two.”
Alkazar laughed. “It can be. It depends on how receptive you are. Let us attempt?”
“Sure, what have I got to lose?”
“Start by relaxing your body. Close your mind and relax in the chair; feel your body loosen. When you think you cannot go further, push your body deeper.” He saw Thya push herself back into the chair. “Employ only your thoughts. Do not employ your physical being.” Thya relaxed once again. “Better. Melt into the chair. Become one with the wood. Breathe deeply. Inhale through your nose, and exhale through your mouth. That’s it. Keep breathing deeper. Good. You ought to feel as though you are drifting.” Thya nodded slightly. “I require you to imagine space as you understand it to be: be darkness all around you, apart from the stars and planets surrounding your view. You are alone,
moving through space, drifting. Detach your mind and focus on the darkness – on the silence. Concentrate, Thya.” He paused for a moment. “The stars and planets are fading, and there is naught but utter darkness. Still, you move through the blackness.”
Thya was coming to the crucial part. Alkazar moved closer. He lifted one of her eyelids and saw her pupil was stationary and her breathing steady. Both were good signs. Just for a moment, he felt the urge to lean in and kiss her but pushed the thought aside. He scolded himself. He was supposed to be teaching her how to concentrate yet struggled with his own.
“Continue moving through the darkness,” he continued. “Soon, you will come to a suspended door. Tis grey in colour. When you arrive, grasp the handle until I instruct you to –”
“I sight the door,” Thya called out.
“Continue to grasp the handle. When I command you to unlock it, I want you to open your eyes. Are you prepared?”
“I am,” she answered.
Thya opened her eyes, blinked twice, and then smiled at him. “So, how did I do?”
Alkazar wasn’t surprised she did not reach the Owto; they rarely did on their first arrival at the door. However, he was surprised by how far she had gone.
“Very good. Only you have to concentrate harder. Relate to me, what colour was the door?”
“Umm… a light grey with black marks.”
“You have done well. We will discontinue for the moment. You ought to rest, as you will be tired. I will request that Pertius does not announce himself.”
“Thanks, Alkazar. I do not think I can take any of his talk of doom and gloom.”
Alkazar laughed. “Pertius has much to instruct you about your legacy, the past, and of your future. It does not have to be as doomed as you remark. I am confident that once you have conversed you will find a sudden interest to learn all.”
“If you state so,” she replied casually.
“Rest if you can. However, I declare that after our session your mind will be wandering.” He turned to leave, pausing at the door. “Understand this, Thya. If you ever require me as a friend or as a tutor, you have only to summon and I will attend you. This I vow. For the present, farewell.” He bowed then left.
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“With most books, you have to back up a page or two. That is something I NEVER had to do with this one! It is well written and captures the imagination, guiding you into the new land and language with such easy grace that you hardly are aware of it.”
“This is a unique story filled with intrigue, deception and danger. As you read along so much unfolds.”
“The detailed descriptions let me see the magical land of Tsinia, with it’s tree-top dwellings and it’s friendly and peaceful inhabitants. Senx, the home of her ‘intended’, Kovon and his father, Darthorn, is a much darker and gloomier place.”
“Karina sets up some great and compelling characters. Thya, Alkazar, Omad, Kazer, Kovon, Siren are all intriguing for their own reasons. We love them, we hate them. I’ll let you make your own opinions. This truly is a fantastical world with magical gifts, a reluctant princess, an angry warlord and oracles, and contains lots of espionage, treachery, suspense with a bit of romance thrown in.”
“What a delightfully touching love story! Our author entwined our world with a fantasy one with action, magic and of course, love.”
Karina Kantas was born in the Midlands, UK, and has lived on the island of Corfu for twenty-seven years.
Karina Kantas is an award-winning, prolific author of thirteen titles, including the Outlaw books—the gritty MC thriller series—and the exciting YA fantasy duology,
She also writes short stories, and, when her imagination is working overtime, thought-provoking, dark flash fiction.
There are many layers to Karina’s writing style and voice, as you will see in her flash fiction collection, Heads & Tales. In Undressed, she opens up to her fans, giving them another glimpse into her warped mind.
Karina writes in the genres of fantasy, MC romance, young adult. sci-fi, horror, thrillers and comedy, romance, paranormal romance, dystopian, and erotica.
When she’s not working on her new books, she helps her clients by offering affordable Author Services five days week.
Titles To Date
***The OUTLAW series*** – MC thrillers In Times of Violence Huntress Lawless Justice Road Rage
***Collections*** Heads & Tales – mixed genres UNDRESSED – poetry, prose, short fiction mixed genres A Flash of Horror
In Times of Violence Young Adult Edition – MC romance Stone Cold – YA supernatural thriller Toxic – dystopian erotica
***Illusional Reality duology*** Illusional Reality – YA romantic fantasy The Quest/fantasy – YA paranormal romance
***WIP*** Broken Chains (Mafia Romance) currently on Wattpad
Sixteen-year-old Luxor Everstone had the idyllic life-wealthy, popular and beautiful. Until in a fit of rage, she almost killed her best friend. And herself.
Waking up from a coma she senses everything is different. She is different. A darkness lingers deep inside laced with rage, further fuelled by a faceless man who haunts her.
Exiled to a sleepy town for a new start and to attend a juvenile rehabilitation centre, all she wants is a clean slate. Except the universe has other plans as crimson eyed people reeking of sulphur throw her life into peril at every turn.
Encountering Hunter is a surprise in more ways than one. Enigmatic and antagonistic, against her will a strong electric connection draws her to him. But Hunter’s curious nature and innate ability to know Luxor’s thoughts keep her on edge, so does his offer of helping her uncover the lies.
Torn between attraction and her instincts to flee, will she put herself at risk for answers?
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Penina learns something about her parentage that threatens to extinguish her white-hot romance with her boss–once neurosurgeon Jake Sparrow, now billionaire Asher Nathaniel Christmas. But Asher refuses to embrace a future without Penina in it; after all, she’s the reason he had reclaimed his name in the first place. Yet trouble lurks around every corner, threatening to separate them at every turn.
Penina knows, if she’s smart, she’ll stay far away from Dr. Jake Sparrow—if that’s even his real name.
About Z.L. Arkadie
Z.L. has been writing romance full-time since 2011, which has allowed her to amass quite a catalog of romance novels. She loves what she does, and as she’s evolved, so have her stories. Now, she’s focused on writing brooding, boss billionaire heroes, and the smart, plucky heroines they can’t live without. She has always loved writing great, intense heroes that readers can’t help but fall in love with.
You can get in touch with her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
As they journey into the land of the Jini, Ihva grapples with her divinely-appointed role and Jasper struggles to resolve the fearful nature of his existence. With things at home deteriorating and Gant on the brink of war, Ihva presents a solution, and Jasper must decide how far he’s willing to go to see his purpose through.
With the world upending and their feelings dividing them, can Ihva and Jasper find a way to reconcile their differences to overcome the Shadow’s conquest?
About the Author
Lauren C. Sergeant, author of the Children of the Glaring Dawn series, adventures through life as a wife, mother, author, and assistant property manager. Having dabbled in over a dozen languages and taken more than a handful of international trips, she expresses her fascination with people in the novels she writes. The relationships of her characters with each other and with themselves draw readers into her keen attentiveness to what it means to be human. She spins epic tales of love, humor, and struggle, but in the end, she is just another individual on this quest called life.
Heaven Hill Plantation, upriver from Georgetown, South Carolina, 1807: Sixteen-year-old Alexandra Degambia is the daughter of a wealthy African American planter and a social-climbing mother who can pass for white. Balancing on the tightrope between girlhood and the complicated adult world of Low-Country society is a treacherous undertaking.
Alexandra is a tenacious heroine who’s easy to root for, and the author elegantly articulates her precarious position between white and black society. Overall,
this novel explores issues of equality and personal freedom in thought-provoking ways.
Sharp writing, an original plot, and a strong female protagonist make for an engrossing read.
This tale of desperation, injustice and courage is a much needed addition to our grasp of our nation’s history. A 5-star reading experience. Highly recommend!”
Laura Taylor – 6-Time Romantic Times Award Winner
Alexandra longs to impress Monsieur. She imagines dancing with him before bedazzled spectators. She panics. He’s an accomplished dancer. What if the orchestra does play a waltz? She’ll make a fool of herself.
“I guess I could go down and dance for a little while,” Alexandra says, rising from the porch swing.
Before the young women reach the bottom of the stairs, they see a stranger wearing the sheriff’s badge galloping toward them from the back road. Three of his deputies ride hard on his heels.
Callie leans close to Alexandra. “Let’s duck behind the snowball bush before they see us,” she says. She sets the quilt on the porch swing and hides the Dancing Masters behind the geranium planter.
But the men are coming too fast. The girls are only half way down the stairs when the men rein their lathered horses to a stop.
The new sheriff, who wears a top hat too small for his head, points at Alexandra.
“Girl! Git me some water.”
Alexandra edges toward Callie and reaches to take her hand. Callie moves away. Cold sweat drenches Alexandra.
“You deaf? Git me some water. Now!” The stocky man’s eyes graze over Alexandra’s body. He clucks his tongue and turns to Callie, “You’re too old to be dressing your slaves in your own clothes like they was dolls. I recommend you burn that fine dress to avoid being tainted by the sins of Hamm.”
“These are my clothes!” says Alexandra.
The sheriff and his deputies laugh.
“Tell him, Callie! These clothes are mine.”
“You let your girl speak to you in that tone?” The sheriff asks.
“I’m not her girl!”
Alexandra plants her feet. Callie backs toward the door.
“Callie! Tell him.”
Callie edges into the house and eases the door shut. Alexandra faces the sheriff. “My daddy will want a word with you,” Alexandra says, her fire rising.
When she sees a vein on the sheriff’s neck pump the venom that makes men crazy, the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She sighs with relief when Tante Isabelle glides out the back door like a cool breeze. Mother follows, arms akimbo, lips pressed tight.
“Where’s Sheriff Adams?” asks Tante Isabelle in her blue-velvet voice.
“Heart attack. He’ll recover more than likely, but he won’t be back to work for a long time, if ever. Traveling judge deputized me. I’m following up on a slave who escaped from the Georgetown jail. You seen a big, black buck with a crooked nose and a little finger missing on his left hand?”
“I haven’t made the acquaintance of such a man,” says Tante Isabelle. “How are Mary and Margaret getting along?”
“Who?” asks the sheriff.
“Sheriff Adam’s wife and daughter.”
“Don’t know ’em.”
“Y’all are new to the Georgetown area, aren’t you?”
“Surely, you’ve heard of Heaven Hill, the oldest plantation on the Santee,” continues Tante Isabelle.
“Yes, Ma’am,” says the sheriff.
Alexandra can tell he’s lying from the way he shifts in his saddle and looks to his men to provide him with the correct answer.
“Well then, I am pleased to present the mistress of that famous plantation, Miss Josephine Degambia.” Mother curls her lips into her Mona Lisa smile and nods.
The sheriff tips his hat.
“And her daughter, my niece, Alexandra Degambia,” Tante Isabelle continues.
The sheriff’s eyes bulge as Alexandra forces herself to curtsey.
“Carolina Gold, the most sought-after rice in the world, is shipped all over the world from Heaven Hill, but I’m sure you knew that, Sheriff. Where’d y’all say you’re from?” Tante Isabelle doesn’t wait for his answer. “Now, if all y’all are still thirsty, you and your men are welcome to use the well in back of the blacksmith’s shop. The water’s fresh and sweet, sure to cool you down on a hot day like this. When you’re done, be so kind as to show yourselves to the main road.”
The sheriff turns his horse and kicks it to a canter. When he and his deputies are specks on the horizon, Callie slips onto the porch from the back door followed by her mother. “Shall we stroll in the maze garden?” Callie asks Alexandra.
About the Author
Dorothea Hubble Bonneau is an award-winning novelist, produced playwright and optioned screenwriter. Inspired by a quest for justice, her work is informed by her love of family, nature, and the literary arts.
Dorothea is a member of Author’s Guild, Women in Film, Squaw Valley Community of Writers, Aspen Summer Words Alumni, and Historical Writers of America.
today, I never had to fake anything with Wyatt Westland—owner of a demon
cat and my high school sweetheart-turned-nemesis-turned-billionaire tech
genius. But I wouldn’t be here by his side right now if I could’ve found him a
I swore I’d never let myself get involved with Wyatt again after he broke my
heart all those years ago, but he moved in next door with his adorable
daughter. And the sexy single dad vibe he has going on began to thaw my inner
ice queen—the one I perfected just for him.
eccentric boss asked me to find Wyatt a date to his ex-wife’s wedding. My boss
even put a cherry on top of a huge bonus, and I couldn’t resist. Of course, not
a single one of the heiresses I set Wyatt up with worked. I’m convinced he ruined each date on purpose, leaving me with no
choice but to step up and stand in as his date myself.
How hard can it be to fake it for just one day, even if every moment reminds me
of all the ways I fell for him the first time?
It with the Frenemy is a second chance, lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers reunion
romance with a matchmaking mom determined to make the heroine marry for money
(love is optional), a billionaire single-dad hero who was the heroine’s first
love, a cat that wants to be a queen, a dog that loves what the cat brings
every morning, and a wild party with certain very inappropriately named treats
from Japan. Love a book with lots of laughter and heart? Then grab Faking It with the Frenemy today!
I hop out of bed. The stupid alarm didn’t go off! No time to figure out
why; I need to get ready for work, pronto!
I take the fastest shower in history, then wrap my hair in a turban so
the towel can absorb the water. Not for the first time, I thank my stars that I
won the genetic hair jackpot. It doesn’t go poufy or frizzy. Just stays nice
and sleek without needing to be blow-dried. Another huge towel wrapped around
me, I trot to the kitchen to grab my vitamin C serum from the fridge. I put it
on every morning and night. Looking my best is part of my new identity, and
that means taking care of my skin, among other things.
Just as I finish patting the serum onto my face and put the bottle back
in the fridge, the door to my apartment unlocks. Adrenaline spikes, making my
I dismiss the possibility as soon as it pops into my head. Who breaks
into a place this early? It’s barely seven in the morning. Criminals would be
doing it at night or when people are at work. Not to mention the apartment
complex has a locked entry that requires you to have a key or be buzzed in.
It’s probably just Evie, my absentee roommate. She somehow got finagled
into a Vegas marriage, but plans to move back in as soon as she manages to
divorce her crazy boss-cum-husband. Hopefully she isn’t here for moral support,
because I don’t have time to lend a shoulder right now.
The door opens, and a man in a black T-shirt and jeans walks in. A
baseball cap is pressed low on his head, covering most of his face.
Oh God! It is a burglar!
Cold fear pounds through my heart. I freeze, clutching the towel in my
fist as lurid crime headlines flash through my head.
Home Burglary Gone
Wrong: Secretary Slaughtered.
Assaults His Ex.
Female Body Found,
Panic spikes. I have no weapon!
I take a fraction of a second to take stock of my situation. Can’t run
back to the bedroom—the kitchen’s in a nook and the fridge is closer to the
door. The scum’s going to get me—he has a straight path to grab me if I make a
move back to the bedroom. What can I use as a weapon? A knife? I don’t know how
to throw it right, so that’d be like handing it over. Jut slash at him? What if
he knocks it out of my hand and uses it against me? Besides, a kitchen isn’t
the best place to fight. I have a gas stove, and every action-flick kitchen
fight ends with a gas explosion.
But there’s a dirty wine glass in the sink. Yes! I grab it and hurl it at the invader with a scream.
“Shit!” he says, flinching and raising an arm in reflexive defense.
To my shock and irritation, the glass doesn’t even hit him. It flies low
and shatters on the wooden floor at his feet.
Damn it! It was my best chance at hurting the asshole, and I blew it!
Should I just go for a knife anyway? I really wish I had a gun! Or a nice,
large, intruder-fending-off boyfriend like Jo was saying yesterday.
“What the hell?” he demands.
Did he just say what the hell, like he’s
shocked and upset?
Wait, what? “How do
you know…” Finally he looks up, and I see the still-gorgeous blue eyes and sexy
mouth. The broad forehead and lean jaw line. Recognition hits me like a cast
iron skillet in the face. “Wyatt? What are you doing here?” I
demand, my terror turning into outrage.
“I live here.”
“No, you don’t! This is my apartment.”
“No!” I cut him off before he can make any excuses or weird explanations.
He’ll probably say something asinine, like how he won this place on a bet, too.
My phone is charging on the small table by the couch. I’m calling the
cops and getting this crazy bastard arrested. Getting a wedding date will be
the least of his worries. Hopefully he’ll resist, so the cops will have a
reason to rough him up. I’m not asking for blood—just some good, solid punches.
Maybe a broken jaw.
Gritting my teeth, I come around the kitchen counter fast. Wyatt’s eyes
widen—ha! Bet he wasn’t expecting that!—and he starts toward me.
Oh, crap! I leap for
the phone, in my best grand jeté style,
but he catches me with my toes still a few inches above the floor. His arms
squeeze so tight that the air gets forced out of my lungs like ketchup from a
Oh my God. He’s going to crush me until I pop.
“Let…me…go,” I wheeze, squirming and kicking, refusing to die like this.
But the muscles I’m straining against feel like bunched piano wire, and I
make about as much progress against Wyatt as I would against a piece of heavy
construction equipment. This close, he smells like fresh pine soap and laundry
detergent, plus a hint of mint toothpaste on his breath. I should’ve taken up
karate instead of ballet. Then I could’ve broken his nose and legs by now, and
been inhaling the scent of his blood instead.
“Will you stop?” he says. “You’re about to cut your feet up.” He moves,
and there’s a definite crunching noise from the floor.
The wine glass.
Wyatt carries me toward the sofa. “Damn it, Kim. The superintendent gave
me the key to this place. I’m moving in today.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy,
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and
adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been
bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura
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always been her shelter in the storm.”
The boys in
SEALs have all offered to slay my dragon—or in my case, my stalker.
they get it through their thick, stubborn heads that I can
take care of myself?
I’m no damsel!
if the real villain in this story is me?
Now the one
person I’ve never been able to resist has appointed himself as my protector.
know what’s more at risk—my life or my heart.
DIRTY is an interconnected stand-alone of the BTU Alumni squad with scenes
steamy enough to inspire this romance writing Covenette. This laugh out loud
rom-com features a cast of characters who don’t know how to stay in their lane,
a heroine who refuses to be a damsel, and a hero determined to prove he can
deliver one hell of a happily ever after.
Alley Ciz is an indie author of Contemporary/New Adult,
Rom-Com, Sports Romances.
She’s a stay at home mom to 3 amazing and crazy mini royals, a 95lb
lab, and let’s face it on some days her hubby is her 4th kid… But to be fair
she totally loves him a lot.
When she’s not corralling her crazy mini royals she can be
found writing the stories the voices in her head tell her. Caffeine is a staple
in her daily diet since she does most of her writing late at night when
the rest of her house is asleep, usually with her trusty dog Buke (short
for Beukeboom reluctantly named after a NY Ranger even though she’s a NJ Devils
fan all the way. Is it any surprise she writes sports romances?
Pizza and mac-n-cheese are major food groups and she is a proud
Potterhead and superhero buff.
She is a complete romance junkie and can always be found reading or
listening to a book.