The Sphere is an ultimate weapon to destroy a world and requires the sacrifice of ten magical kids. Nine are missing and novice fae, Sophie, is the tenth.
Seventeen-year-old Sophie Emerson struggles to keep her clairvoyance a secret. Seeing the future belongs to the Dark Ones. But when Sophie’s visions display
the nine missing kids from the village and place herself in the middle of it all, she has a choice to make. Reveal her secret and suffer the consequences or end up being the missing segment of a weapon that will bring forth the apocalypse.
About the Author
KD Peters loves the fantasy genre and is a young adult at heart. She dabbles in crossover genres with fantasy as one of her favorites. Mythical creatures like phoenixes and shape-shifting griffins are, among others, she created herself in The Sphere of Spirit. She’ll release her debut novel in the Legacy born series in 2022. If you want to know more about KD Peters, visit her website at kdpeters.com where you can follow her on her social media accounts.
BLURBIf you asked who Reid Hurst truly is, then I’m sure you’d get different contradictory opinions.Is he just another cocky jock or is he the well-mannered son of a prestigious senator?Is he the second half of Pembroke High’s newest golden couple, or is he the son of a murderer?He’s all of the above, I’m afraid.But to me, he’s so much more than that.I know Reid, the real Reid, even if the world only knows these facets of him.He’s the secret love I’ve hidden away from everyone we know—friend and foe alike.But while the restless boy I have given my heart to battles his demons, I have monsters of my own threatening to bang down my door and swallow me whole.Sooner or later, they’ll catch me.It’s only a matter of time.The only thing that remains to be seen is who will inflict the most pain on my soul.My monsters or his.This is a secret-lovers contemporary romance, full-length novel.Recommended 18+ due to mature language, sensitive content and adult situations.Add to your Goodreads TBR➜https://bit.ly/Restless-GRPREORDER LINKAmazon Universal: books2read.com/The-Privileged-RestlessABOUT IVY FOXLover of books, coffee, and chocolate ice cream!Ivy lives a blessed life, surrounded by her two most important men—her husband, and son, and the fictional characters in her head that can’t seem to shut up.Books and romance are her passion.A strong believer in happy endings and that love will always prevail in the end.Both in life and in fiction.CONNECT WITH IVY FOXInstagram | Facebook | Facebook Reader Group | Website | Newsletter | Twitter | BookBub | Goodreads | TikTok | Pinterest
This is no ordinary love story; this is what happens after the book closes and the author writes ‘happily ever after’.
Romeo: Once upon a time, I had it all. A job I loved, a house I adored, and my high school sweetheart by my side. Then cancer came and took it all away. My wife, Penelope, disappeared into the night. She wanted me to move on and find love again; she said I was too young to spend my life mourning her loss. I missed her anyway, and I spent years searching for her. Until the day came that she showed up at my store.
Penelope: They said my chances of surviving the cancer were slim, so I left in the dead of night. In all the years that I was gone, I hoped that Romeo would find a new Juliet. But now my mom is sick with the same disease I had and I have to return to Westbrook. I thought I would get in and get out without being noticed, but then Romeo shows up at my front door. We’re both different, but the fire is still there. It just needs to be rekindled…
No Ordinary Love Story is a steamy, romantic love story about second chances. Romeo spent years waiting for his wife to return. He made friends and joined the Devil’s Dawn Motorcycle Club; a group of leather-clad lotharios who helped bring him back to life. And now that Penelope is back, he’ll make sure he never lets her go again.
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Seeing Aria so defeated and deflated killed me inside. If no one else, she was the one that needed to have hope. I held my hand out for her and she took it, helping herself to her feet, and as I led her into the kitchen, I pulled out a chair for her at the table.
“Sit. You need some food,” I said.
She sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “Shouldn’t you be out there searching with the guys?”
I rummaged around in the fridge. “Once we eat, yes.”
“How can you think about your stomach at a time like this? I’m not even hungry.”
I pulled shit out of the fridge and slapped it onto the kitchen counter. “Can’t save someone on an empty stomach, I always say.”
“Idiot,” she murmured.
I ignored the quip and put sandwiches together. “You know she’s going to be okay, right?”
“I don’t know anything right now,” she said breathlessly.
“Well, she’s going to be. Your sister is strong. She’s always got her wits about her. She’s more capable than a lot of women out there, and the Devil’s Rage aren’t going to know what to do with that.”
“I get what you’re trying to do, and you can stop.”
I slid a plate of food in front of her. “You mean giving you hope so that you don’t drag the rest of us down your rabbit holes?”
“Angel,” Reaper said flatly. “Seriously?”
Aria’s angry gaze snapped up to mine. “I hated you back in high school, and I hate you now.”
I placed a bottle of water in front of her. “And that’s fine, you can hate me all you want. But the best way to help Nadia right now is to stuff down whatever you’re feeling so that you can be productive with us. We need all hands on deck, and that includes yours.”
She slumped into her seat. “It sucks when you guys are right.”
I chuckled as I sat across the table from her. “Now, eat. Get out whatever emotions you need to get out with me. Say whatever it is you need to say. But when we’re done eating? We get to work. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said as she reached for her water bottle. “I got it.”
And as we sat there eating in relative silence, I watched as mindless tears dripped down Aria’s cheeks.
“We’re going to find her,” I said.
Her eyes flickered up to mine. “I know we are.”
“We’re going to find her alive.”
And when she swallowed hard, I knew I had hit the nail on the head.
“I sure hope you’re right about that, Angel,” she said softly.
I had to be right. Because if anything happened to Nadia, I would kill them all.
Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
Long the Dayis
the tale of two strangers—Niall Donovan, a poor immigrant from
Ireland, and Frederick Philips, a rich ne’er-do-well from New York’s
Upper East Side—who discover they look so similar they could be
twins. Frederick, desperate to avoid a lecture from his father,
bribes Niall to switch places for the evening. Niall finds there’s
more to the story than Frederick let on, and is dragged through the
turbulence created by World War I, the Spanish Flu, and social
upheaval, and into the corrupt belly of Manhattan on the cusp of
Niall and Frederick hurtle through the next twenty-four hours, will
either get what they bargained for?
met Frederick’s eyes in the mirror and froze. They had the same
brown hair, the same prominent jawline, and the same flushed cheeks.
Niall’s eyebrow deflated, and, with a gasp, the cloud burst.
You’re me fetch, me own ghost!” Niall said. “Judas, I hope the
old stories aren’t true, or I’m gonna die, here in this bleedin’
My parents will hear,” Frederick hissed, and he pushed Niall back
into the kitchen. “Stop being so dramatic! You’re not going to
die, at least not here. Believe me now?”
gotta be headin’ on,” Niall blurted. He snatched the tongs from
the floor and hurried to the back door.
Frederick called as Niall stepped through the doorway. Niall didn’t
wait. Frederick hopped over the puddle and ran into the alley. Niall
bounded into the wagon seat. “Wait a minute. I’m not a ghost, or
a fitch, or whatever you called me. My name’s Frederick Philips,
and I live here. Ask anyone on this block if it’s true, and they’ll
tell you. Some of them might curse when you mention me, but they’ll
tell you I live here.”
snapped the reins. The wagon jolted forward.
leaped in front of the horse and held up his hands.
Niall yelled. The wagon lurched to a stop. “You’re really actin’
the fool, Freddy Boy! Now get outta the lane or I’ll be spittin’
yer name with all yer neighbors!”
need your help, Niall,” Frederick said, and he looked at the back
Niall said, and moved to flick the reins again.
Frederick yelled, and held his hands up like willpower alone would
immobilize the horse.
would you like to earn some money?”
a job, as you can see,” Niall said, and again lifted the reins.
said it’s temporary,” Frederick said. He looked at the back door
again. “I’ll pay you fifty dollars. That’s twice what you make
in a week, and I only need you for the next day.”
hands stopped, his mouth opened, but, after a moment, he shook his
the way, Freddy,” Niall said.
Just wait!” Frederick said. Frederick’s eyes flicked to the
windows on the second and third floors. “Fine, three hundred. I’ll
give you three hundred dollars, but you have to get out of that cart
blinked several times. His lips parted and his jaw sagged. His
expression—one of disbelief and disgust—warred with his body,
which seemed to have its own opinion. He set the reins aside and
stepped down from the wagon.
do ya need from me, that you’ll pay so much?” Niall asked,
standing next to the horse.
need you to take my place for a bit,” Frederick said.
ya coddin’ me?” Niall asked. He looked Frederick over like he had
know what that means,” Frederick said, “but I’ll pay you three
hundred dollars to switch clothes with me, sit at that table in there
until my parents come down, and listen to my father’s lecture.
They’ll send you to my room, which is at the very top of the stairs
on the fifth floor at the back of the house—”
pointed at the uppermost window, which had a small balcony, then
started unbuttoning his shirt and walked inside.
will say you can’t have dinner. Mother will feel bad and leave some
outside the bedroom door before they go to their party. My older
sister moved out a month ago, so you’ll have the place to yourself.
You sleep in my bed and stay in my room until tomorrow morning. I’ll
climb the drainpipe before sunrise and we swap back. I’m the
prince, you’re the pauper, see? It’ll be duck soup.”
Reed lives in Boise, Idaho with his wife and four children. He was a
software engineer and executive for fifteen years before he began his
writing career. When not working, he enjoys spending time with family
and friends, volunteering at his church, fly fishing, and agreeing to
his wife’s requests to take selfies in front of libraries.
Question: What inspired
you to write However Long the Day?
Justin Reed: In
May 2020, cooped up in my office because of COVID, I was in a writing
funk. I had written a novel I wasn’t happy with and lacked
motivation to finish the second draft. I craved a diversion, a way to
clear my head. I woke up one day with an idea. I polled my Instagram
followers for story prompts, with a promise I would write something
to entertain them during lockdown. One of the prompts—An alien and
a boy switch places, like the Parent Trap
but with aliens—sparked something inside me. I discovered, after
4,000 words, I had written a first chapter rather than a complete
story. The contrarian inside me tried to wriggle out of the creative
box into which these prompts put me. For this story, I played with
the definition and historical usage of the word alien. Thus was born
Niall—an Irish immigrant (an alien, in the parlance of the day)
newly arrived in 1918 New York City—and Frederick—a rich
ne’er-do-well from Manhattan’s Upper East Side.
Question: Did you
always want to be a writer?
Justin Reed: Writing
is actually my second career, with the first being software
engineering. English, specifically Creative Writing, was my first
field of study at university. After some introspection about my
goals, I switched to Computer Science and pursued a career in
programming. Despite that change, I never abandoned the dream of
writing. I wrote on and off during my programming career, but nothing
of substance. During my first career, my wife and I established a
plan by which I could return to writing on a full-time basis. In
2019, after fifteen years of technology, we were able to execute the
final part of the plan. I left a comfortable job with benefits to
venture into the wild, unforgiving world of authorhood.
Question: What do you
want readers to take away from However
Long the Day?
Justin Reed: The
conflict between selfishness and selflessness. What do we get when we
give? What do we lose when we take? Our focus/goals determine our
outcomes. Sometimes we lie to ourselves about our
goals/ambitions/efforts. It takes work to overcome our past, but it’s
possible. Also, turning a dream into reality requires work,
sacrifice, and planning, but it’s never too late. I sacrificed my
dream of writing for a long time to ensure I could support my family.
My family has sacrificed things we could have purchased, and instead
chose more economical options so we could save for the time we could
chase a dream. Our purposes are manifested in our actions.
Question: How would you
describe your author “voice” or style? What about your writing
Justin Reed: I
would say sparse is probably the best term for the narrative style I
used in this book. Sparse on description. Sparse on historical
explanation. Sparse on internal monologue. The book is moved along by
dialogue and action. While taking prompts from my Instagram
followers, I used each story as a way to experiment with new writing
techniques. I wrote sans outline for the first draft and discovered
the plot as I went. In truth, I discovered a plot, of which only
fragments remained beyond the first draft. What I really discovered
were the characters. I came to understand them, to anticipate their
reactions to various situations, to nestle them into alleys, parlors,
stoops, and hidden passages. The novel blossomed from there.
Question: Who or what
inspired the characters of Niall and Frederick?
Justin Reed: Midway
through the first draft, another inspiration for Niall and Frederick
emerged: Justin Reed. I found myself pouring one part of me into the
young immigrant, and another part of me into the young ne’er-do-well.
There are parts of me that don’t share the same ambitions, and are
thus in frequent conflict. This flowed onto the page and saturated
the main characters and their actions. The more I wrote, the more I
realized their conflict was my internal conflict. I had to write the
whole novel before I could see it clearly. I think that there is a
version of Niall Donovan and Frederick Philips inside all of us,
pushing and pulling and working for what they want.
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Caught in the fallout of a rare disease, and members of opposing packs, Zander and Marrok’s future as fated mates hangs in the balance.
Alexander Kingston wasn’t destined to lead the East Territory pack, but fate had other ideas. Becoming the next Alpha in his dead brother’s place and managing his father’s expectations is a challenge, one that’s only getting harder with time. When his father, the Alpha is reluctant to accept outside assistance when one of their own is afflicted with a deadly blood disorder, Zander must take a stand against his father or lose another pack member to The Slow Death.
Marrok Blain is part of the North Territory pack. With his unique knowledge of The Slow Death, the debilitating progressive disorder that slowly kills with every shift, he offers help, knowing he’ll be met with resistance from his friend’s pack. What he doesn’t expect is the overwhelming pull to the stubborn yet undeniably gorgeous son of the East Territory Alpha.
Four packs coexisting with rising tensions, and a genetic disorder that reminds them of the common thread that connects them all. Zander and Marrok are the key to an uneasy alliance, or all the packs will suffer. Especially Zander, who discovers he’s got one more deadly fight to face. #ReluctantAlpha#FatedMates#Shifters#MMParanormalRomance#EnemiesToLovers
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They say to never meet your heroes… but what’s the rule on falling in love with them?
Raven Winters has been infatuated with Nicholas Potter since the day she tacked his poster to her bedroom wall. So, when she discovered the famous drummer was her college roommate’s cousin, it seemed the stars had aligned.
Their attraction was instant, and their chemistry explosive. Unfortunately, Nick wasn’t ready to abandon his rock star lifestyle.
Over the years, she’s become his best friend—with benefits—and favorite source of telephonic relief when the groupies backstage weren’t quite what he was looking for. Those late-night drunken calls kept her holding onto hope.
Well, all that patience is about to pay off—why else would he invite her to join him on tour, if not to finally confess his feelings?
Too bad, the universe has other plans. It looks like drummer boy’s reckless lifestyle has finally caught up to him—and Raven’s the one stuck toting the diaper bag.
“Please don’t do this,” I beg, ripping my hands through my hair. “Don’t act like any of this is okay, because it’s not.”
“What would you have me do instead?” she asks, stilling my hands with her own. “Rage? Scream?” She snorts. “Cry?”
“If that’s what you feel you need to do.”
She shakes her head, rolling her glistening eyes. “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme of a reaction for a friend to have when her bestie learns he’s just become a daddy?”
Heather M. Orgeron is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. She married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and her life has been a fairytale ever since. She’s the queen of her castle, reigning over five sons and one bossy little princess who has made it her mission in life to steal her Momma’s throne. When she’s not writing, you will find her hidden beneath mounds of laundry and piles of dirty dishes or locked in her tower (aka the bathroom) soaking in the tub with a good book. She’s always been an avid reader and has recently discovered a love for cultivating romantic stories of her own.