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Sunset by Garon Whited

Title: Sunset
Series: Nightlord Series #1
Author: Garon Whited
Genre: Fantasy
Release Date: September 15, 2014


Sunset brought a hangover, a beautiful woman, and the thirst for… blood? Eric didn’t ask to be a vampire. In fact, he didn’t even believe in them. Then he meets a beautiful woman, wakes up with a hangover, and bites his tongue with his own fangs. Which pretty much settles the question. Now he’s trying to hold down his day job while learning the rules of the Undead — the most important being that bloodthirsty urges and predatory instincts are a real bitch. Upside; Eric has the beautiful Sasha to teach him the ropes, including the magic he’ll need to survive. Downside; it turns out being a vampire is the least of his problems. When Sasha is killed, Eric is thrust into an alternate world in his quest to avenge her death. There he becomes a Nightlord, fights a dragon with the help of his magical steed, Bronze, and upchucks a sword named Firebrand. But things get really interesting when Eric finally finds Tobias, head of the Church of Light. Soon Eric finds himself at the center of an epic battle at the literal edge of the world in a fight to keep a terrible darkness at bay.







I ignored the susurrus of voices, dashed up the avenue between the ruined monuments, and took the broad stairs before the door in three skipping jumps. The door itself was a carefully-balanced block of stone. It stood about eight feet tall and was perhaps twice that in width. Opening it required it to pivot around the center, its balance. Judging by the scrapes along the dusty portico, Tobias had found it no trouble at all. I, however, shoved on each side of the block in turn without result. Maybe he locked it.

I backed off, got a running start, and jumped. I kicked it with both feet, as high up as I could manage. Something snapped in the wall as I hit the door. I came to a sudden halt, thudding into the stone like a cannonball, then fell heavily to the dusty floor. I rolled to my feet awkwardly—Firebrand can be an annoyingly large chunk of metal—and was in time to watch the whole block of stone finish a slow, majestic topple inward. It landed flat with an echoing, tomb-door thud and sent up a huge cloud of white dust.

I was over that stone and past the cloud in an instant, dashing down a long tunnel before the echoes had finished. Directly ahead, far distant, I could see Tobias out in the open air. I came out of the mouth of the tunnel like the bullet from a gun.

The plaza was large. Two football games and a cricket match could have been held concurrently in that space—complete with spectators. The tunnel I exited was at the floor level of a grandly-curving amphitheater facing Tobias. All of this was scoured from rock and worn by years of use. The floor was also natural stone, cut only to smooth it down and level it. There was no roof at all.

Perhaps a quarter-mile away, the radius of the half-circle, Tobias had his back to me. Shada was lying naked on a slab of rock just beyond him. And beyond her…

The world ended.

I once wondered about the nature of the world I’m in. Is it round? Is it flat? Does it go around the Sun or vice versa?

The world is flat. Sure, it may be round—like a coin. But it has an edge, very real, and sharply defined. I know. I’ve seen it. At least that explained why my compass never found north.

Beyond that edge exists a gulf of yawning blackness, speckled here and there by the distant stars—or are they stars? I don’t know what they are. Maybe they’re just lights on the inside of a great sphere of crystal, or holes in that sphere to an even greater space that happens to be better illuminated. Maybe the stars are really angels with flaming swords and glowing halos.

Maybe they really are distant suns… but I doubt it.

Right up near the edge live the Things. I recognized a few from having seen them before. The rubbery monstrosity from the lab in Baret, along with the multi-tentacled creature that tried to eat me outside the gata camp. They had a bunch of brothers with them, along with a whole lot of more distant relations. There were hundreds, no, thousands of the Things in every shape and size imaginable—and many I wouldn’t choose to imagine without serious drugs. They seemed to have no gravity out there. They weren’t a flat crowd, but a wall, extending up and to the sides, as though they were all pressing against a barrier of glass, trying to get in. They were clustered most thickly near Tobias, thinner out away from him. All of them were fairly frothing at the mouth to pour from the outer darkness onto the stone floor of the world. They chattered and chittered, hissed and clacked and moaned. Their sounds were muted, as though there really was a barrier, but there was nothing to be seen holding them at bay.

Tobias was chanting. He had some tools in his hands—I couldn’t tell quite what, but one seemed to be a knife.


Sunset
Shadows
Orb
Nightfall
Void
Mobius
Fugue



Garon Whited was born in Wichita, Kansas in 1969 or 1970; the original birth certificate is suspiciously unavailable and other records do not agree. After following his parents around the South for several years, he finally caught up to them and settled somewhere in Texarkana.

Garon attended Texarkana College, the University of Fayetteville, and Texas A&M. While he was in college, he studied physics, math, robotics, religion, philosophy, psychology, and of course, girls. Sadly, his grades were excellent in all but one of those categories.. He is presently single.

When he’s not “vomiting words onto the page and then going back to clean it up”, Garon is a fan of Dungeons & Dragons and has been playing since he started 5th grade, with a box of paper booklets. He’s also a fan of running games when he has the time. Garon loves to read, usually science fiction and fantasy. His favorite authors include Robert Heinlein, Roger Zelazny, Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Steven Brust, Spider Robinson, David Drake and E.E. “Doc” Smith. Garon has a particularly soft spot for Tolkien; his first copy of “The Lord of the Rings” fell apart because he was too young to take proper care of it — he read it to death.

Garon Whited has written novels and various short stories and shows no signs of stopping. Having fought zombie dolphins, quasi-corporeal spirits, and brain-sucking mole rats, he is uniquely qualified to write fantastic fiction. His first book, “Nightlord: Sunset,” features a human physics teacher who is turned into a vampire against his will and proceeds to go on fantastical adventures.



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Blood & Bones: Ozzy by Jeanne St. James

Title: Blood & Bones: Ozzy
Series: Blood Fury MC #9
Author: Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary/MC Romance
Release Date: September 4, 2021






‘𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙩. 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧.’ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Review from The Overflowing Bookcase


They call him The Great Oz, but for Ozzy, sometimes life isn’t so great…

Over twenty years ago, at seventeen, the Blood Fury’s colors were inked onto Ozzy’s back.
But when the club imploded, he was one of the few who survived.
Throughout his life, the Original has made mistakes.
Too many to count.
Most didn’t matter.
Until the last one.
The one he regrets.
The one that left a mark.
Once he realized he screwed up, it was too late.
Now his urge to hit the road is strong, to go back to being a nomad tempting.
Recent events proved he never should’ve come back since being a rolling stone’s in his blood.
Because back then, he’d only joined the Blood Fury for one reason and one reason only…
Revenge.
Now, once again, nothing’s holding him in Manning Grove any longer.
Until someone tied to his past appears.
She makes him reevaluate his life choices, in both the past and for the future.
However, will he learn from his latest mistake, or is he destined to make the same one all over again?
Or will his choice be made for him once the truth is revealed?

Note: Blood & Bones: Ozzy is the ninth book in the Blood Fury MC series. As always, this book has no cheating, no cliffhanger, and has an HEA. It’s best to read this series in order. It’s also highly recommended to read Crash: A Dirty Angels MC/Blood Fury MC Crossover before Ozzy’s story.

 



 





JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today and international bestselling romance author who loves writing about strong women and alpha males. She was only thirteen when she first started writing. Her first published piece was an erotic short story in Playgirl magazine. She then went on to publish her first romance novel in 2009. She is now an author of over fifty contemporary romances. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages, including interracial. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a free sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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The Sweet Spot by Gwen Parks

Title: The Sweet Spot
Series: Sometimes Love Book #1
Author: Gwen Parks
Genre: Contemporary/Small Town Romance
Release Date: June 24, 2021



 





Morgan


“Beautiful,” I whisper into the crisp mid evening air. A gentle chill wraps around us and I tug the blanket tighter around us, snuggling close to Michael. For the past two weeks, we’ve been dedicating more time toward each other. With his career as an artist gaining more momentum and my catering services taking off since the success of launching at his art show, we’ve been non-stop busy. We’ve learned from experience if we don’t stop to take time for ourselves and our relationship, it’s very easy to get swept up in the grandeur of success and insecurities. Aside from that, we also like connecting with each other; stopping to assess and reflect on each other’s needs.


It’s just us. Him and I.


No outside influences.


We stopped for a quick lunch at his mom’s, left Rufus there for the weekend, and we hit the road to travel back to where it started. On our cliff. Where we discovered the beauty of new love. The familiar tunes of our love story play softly around us in sync with nature as they welcome us back. “The scenery gets better every time we come back. If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it myself,” I continue with a feather soft whisper, afraid to break the spell with my voice raised a decibel higher.


His arms wind around me tighter as he tucks his chin on my shoulder, and his gentle breath blows through the whisps of my hair. “I don’t think it’s the sight, it’s more the company. I wouldn’t have enjoyed this as much with anyone else. You are the magic that makes this entire experience mystical.” He presses a soft, lingering kiss on the nape of my neck that makes my entire being hum. “You, and only you.”


I turn my head back to look into his eyes. The same eyes that once held all the promises in them now holds all our truths. All our secrets. Most importantly, all his love. His eyes linger on my lips as he lowers his to mine, effectively quieting my thoughts. I sigh into the kiss as he maneuvers me down onto the blanket beneath us. My arms circle around his neck as the remaining sunlight reflects on the band from the promise ring he gave me, casting a soft glow I smile, remembering the night in question, as my heart begins to gallop in my chest. He follows my line of vision and catches my hand in his only to press it on his chest, directly on his heart. His other hand cradles my head, his eyes meet mine.


No words are needed.


The silent message we deliver one another is expressed clearly. This love is ours and once in a lifetime. He resumes his kisses on my lips as His soft lips travels down toward my neck. My eyes close, reveling in the feel of his smooth lips upon my skin. My senses heighten as a moan escapes my lips. My back arches slightly off the ground as my legs open to allow him to settle in between them. He pushes my shirt up slightly, exposing my lower tummy to him and his advances. “I can’t wait until you have our kid in here.” He presses another kiss there with a twinkle in his eye. We’re not pregnant yet, but we have discussed it on many occasions.


He wants a daughter with my smile, and I want a boy with his eyes. The same eyes that can talk me down from my mental storms. We have big plans before any family outside of Rufus is created. We want a joint business that can house both of what we love. I’ll teach how to bake simple pastries and he’ll take over and help people paint beautiful images while they munch on what they baked. Everything that they create will be entirely from the heart. It will be called Expressions.


Between the baby idea and our own collective businesses, we have our hands full as is. It doesn’t stop us from dreaming of someday. Nothing ever will. I glance down at him, my smile blooming on my face. “He’ll have the best father to look up to. Someone who can teach him how to treat girls and help do home projects with.”


“She’ll have an amazing mother who she can bake with and have identical patches of on her face, matching her mom’s. It’ll make an adorable duo.” He emphasizes the gender, dead set on having a girl. His fixation on having a little girl is adorable and endearing.


“Oh yeah?” I giggle as my hand latches onto his and he draws himself up over me. “Humor me for a second,” I feel myself smirk, “what if it’s a boy first? Or we have all boys?” I ask.


His eyes smolder, taking me in, the way only he can. Like it doesn’t matter how long or how much he looks at me, he’ll always find me beautiful. “It wouldn’t matter. You will still be the best mother to all my children,” he declares.


My cheeks pink and I tug him a little closer to me. How did I find myself so lucky to have someone who thinks the world of me? And to think I almost gave him up. He smirks, like he’s privy to my thoughts and nuzzles me. “You’ll never get rid of me.” His lips descend onto mine and I open my lips and let him in. After an intense make out session, we slowly come back to Earth and catch our breathe. “Let’s take a walk.” He tugs my hand, pulling me up.  His arm finds its way around my neck, and I snuggle into his side.


We walk in companionable silence, enjoying each other’s company. I hear our feet squish in the ground from the muddy trail since it rained the day before. Something like mud would have stopped me from going on a hike before, but now I’m hiking without a care through mud and no doubts flitting through my mind. It’s not an overnight feat but more of a work in progress. My eyes seek out Michael as I laugh in my head at my own musings, only to find him already staring back at me with a secret look, a hint of amusement dancing in his hazel orbs.


“What?” I laugh, and my blush deepens.


“I have an idea.” His voice drawls with a rough growl and I feel my lady bits tighten in response.


***


“Hold still.” His eye squints, and he tilts his head to the side. His tongue peeks out the corner of his lips in concentration with a slight pull of his brow. My body shakes slightly as a gentle breeze blows around me, tossing my hair. If summer wasn’t around the corner the weather would be unbearable for me barely being covered. I desperately want to pull the blanket tighter around me, but the raise of his brows holds me captive.


He adjusts the lens on his camera, his eyes switching back and forth to the camera and to me. A lock of hair shifts in front of his face, but it doesn’t deter his attention. “Are you almost done?” I pout. The blanket is the only thing covering me, seeing as how he wanted me to pose Titanic style in front of the waterfall.


“Almost,” he draws out the word, while the corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile. He takes two more steps back. His head lifts from his camera and directs his gaze at me, the intensity of it making me blush. “You remember the time when we tried to sneak a quickie in at my mom’s house and Rufus almost ratted us out?” he asks randomly.


My brows wrinkle in confusion. “Yeah,” I answer hesitantly, wondering where he’s going with this.


“I thought for sure, my mother was going to walk around the corner and wonder what all the fuss was about and open the door.” He shakes his head as his neck pinks, lost in the memory. “I was this close from my orgasm, and you were shaking with laughter from the absurdity of it all. And every movement intensified my pleasure.” He chuckles and it sends an electrical current to me and right down to my nether regions. I squeeze my legs together in an attempt to hold off on my arousal. Any complaints about the weather is forgotten, my body is heated from being in heat like a horny cat. He clears his throat, bringing himself back from whatever memory he had. “Anyway, all I could think about as I was close to the edge was that this goddamn dog was the biggest cock block to ever exist, with the worst timing.  Also, I was not going out like some chump who couldn’t hold off and wait for his girl to finish and get off because you were laughing. I mean, come on,” he scoffs with a playful roll of his eyes. “But there I was in that same position and not only two minutes later, my mother comes by to see what the fuss was just as I come, letting myself go.”


 I burst out laughing, throwing my head back, remembering the moment. I had no idea why he was so awkward the rest of the day. His mom had gotten on him about eye contact when speaking to her. But every time he tried he was red as a tomato. “Oh my god, you knew she was on the other side of the door and you still came?” I lose myself in a fit of uncontrollable giggles.


“Precisely. Needless to say, I could not wait to finally get home. Dinner was excruciating.” He shakes his head good naturedly, with a soft smile.  He waits for my laughter to subside and beckons me over with a crook of his fingers. “Come look,” he instructs me.


I must have lost focus and not noticed he had already taken the picture. My body bursts with anticipation to see how the picture turned out. I pad over to him, excitedly and hover over his shoulder. My breath catches at how I look. I have a slight blush and my hair flows around me from the wind whipping my hair. You can tell that I was laughing hard but my smile is soft around the edges and my eyes crinkle from merriment. I’m clutching the blanket around me, but not too tightly. It makes me look confident where I don’t care if it falls down or not.


“This is how you looked to me when I first saw you. You had griped about having frosting all over you and a tear-stricken face. But this right here, this is how I really saw you…”  he explains.


This is the best thing he could have ever given me. To allow me to see myself through his eyes. My throat clogs with unreleased emotion, and my heart flutters wildly in my chest, reminding me all over again why I love this man so much.  “There’s was a vulnerability about you that captivated me, and I couldn’t get it out of my head. It struck me how beautiful you were, and you didn’t even notice. I wanted to capture that same vulnerability but in a different way. Now, you see. You’re…” he catches my eyes and swipes a tear that travels down my face.


“Beautiful,” I whisper, finishing his sentence.


I’m beautiful, I think once more before connecting my lips to his. And so is our love.


 


The End.



Michael

I’ve always known what I wanted in life, and never shied from an opportunity, especially with my art. Nothing can stop me.
When Morgan comes along, the shy girl with the most expressive eyes, I’m certain she’s it for me. I know she has doubts about us, but I’m going to do whatever it takes to show her I’m all in.
When Morgan lets her insecurities get the best of her, she gives up on us, saying it’s not forever. I’m left with no choice but to let her work through her feelings. I just hope she comes back to me; I couldn’t stand to lose her forever.

Morgan

I’ve always had doubts. About everything, but mostly myself.
Growing up, I was never the girl boys fought over. I’m not ugly, but I’m no showstopper. So, when I catch my boyfriend cheating on me, my self-esteem takes a nose dive and reinforces what I’ve been thinking on the inside—there’s nothing special about me.
When Michael takes an interest in me—with the help of his beautiful dog—I’m wary. My ego is bruised, and I’m not ready to fully trust. He goes out of his way to prove what’s between us is real, but I can’t get past the hurdles in our way.
What if all I do is bring him down?
So, I do the only thing I know how, I run. I can only hope it’s not too late for us when I figure things out.





Gwen Parks is a literary aficionado. She went from writing poems and songs to taking the jump to novels. She loves writing common tropes with a different angle. The Sometimes Love is her pride and joy and what led her to break out into becoming an independent author. Inspired by her favorite authors, her work can be described as unique and engaging. She loves to say she is a reader first and a writer second.

She lives in Maryland at the moment, with the dream of moving to Georgia one day. In her downtime when she’s not immersed in a book or writing her next venture, she can be found playing with her three dogs that brings light into her life. She graduated from college and loves the turn of events to where it has brought her today. She is currently happy having her pick of book boyfriends for the time being and mending her book hangovers.



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The Casella Cousins Series by Kathryn Shay

Titles: Hayley ~ Seth ~ Finn ~ Alessia ~ Gideon ~ Ronan
Series: The Casella Cousins
Author: Kathryn Shay
Genre: Contemporary Romance




She drives him crazy in court. He’s the most irritating, self-absorbed defense attorney she’s ever met. What happens when a couple like this goes from enemies to lovers in one moonlit night on his boat?
Assistant District Attorney Hayley Casella wants to tear her hair out whenever she has to argue against her nemesis, Paul Covington, in court. She’s battled the white-collar defense attorney for a year and their appearances together are only getting more emotional and tinged with sexual tension.
Hot shot attorney Paul Covington is not letting DA Casella ruin his chances of becoming a partner in the prestigious law firm he joined last year. She’s a looker and smart as hell, but he’s as determined to show her up as she’s determined to put him down.
This heartfelt legal drama is backdropped by the glamor of New York City galas, restaurants and boat trips on the ocean. Will Haley and Paul be able navigate the murky waters of competing careers and baggage from their childhoods to make a life together?

Don’t miss all The Casella Cousins Books: Hayley, Seth, Finn, Alessia, Gideon and Ronan from the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Kathryn Shay.



He took her for granted in their young life together but now he wants her back. She’s having none of his pleas for a second chance, not after he broke her heart in a million different ways.
Legal Aid Attorney Seth Casella is a truly good guy. Or so everybody thinks. But he’s got a darker side, one that surfaced when he repeatedly betrayed his former girlfriend, Julianne. He tells her he’s changed, but she doesn’t buy it.
Music therapist Julianne Ford is sick of being the forgiving, good girl next door. Not only does she reject Seth’s overtures—again!—but she’s taking her own walk on the wild side now, and she likes it. Most of the world sees them as defenders of the poor and neglected, and they are, but together they just can’t get it right.
A heart-breaking legal aid case for Seth and the challenge of helping her dysfunctional students using her beloved music backdrop complicate their search for the way back to each other and a reunion that will last forever.

Don’t miss all The Casella Cousins Books: Hayley, Seth, Finn, Alessia, Gideon and Ronan from the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Kathryn Shay.


He prefers older, sophisticated women who know what they want. Or at least he did, until he begins to see his assistant in a different light.

But she’s done with her stupid crush on her boss. Done, done, done!

Finn Casella was always the shy, reticent one in the midst of the lively, outgoing Casella cousins. When he was young, he liked books and writing more than he liked people. Now a successful independent bookstore owner in the heart of New York City, he’s settling into his life and wants to get back to his unfinished novel.

Millie Morrison worked her way through a college degree in literature and a Masters’ Degree in business by supporting herself with her job in the bookstore. She’s generous and sensitive to her friends and customers. But each overture to her boss has been met with cool professionalism. Well, she’s overcome harder things in her life than unrequited love.

Can these two people, with more in common than they realize, forge something new out of his emotional baggage and her starry-eyed optimism? Some interesting plot twists will keep you guessing and rooting for them to make it—together.

Don’t miss all The Casella Cousins Books: Hayley, Seth, Finn, Alessia, Gideon and Ronan from the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Kathryn Shay.


She married the love of her life at nineteen—and then he died.

He knows he’s not somebody she should get involved with. But he can’t seem to leave her alone.

Alessia Casella Benatti had her happily-ever-after and now at thirty-four, is only interested in finishing up college and taking care of her three rambunctious boys. But when she enrolls at City College for her courses, she meets Dylan Davidson and finds him interesting, smart and, well, flirtatious. Which makes her start thinking again about love. And sex. Both in short supply.

Dylan Davidson hates what he’s come to do at City College. Sure, it’s a boy dream to flirt with every available girl on campus. Nobody would guess that big, tough Dashing Davidson wants a woman in his life, one who’s all grown up and not concerned with her looks or the color of her nail polish. But his uh-oh alarm goes off when Ali Benatti befriends him. She doesn’t fit into the job he’s here to do, and not only will he break her heart, but he’ll jeopardize a very important mission.

Don’t miss all The Casella Cousins Books: Hayley, Seth, Finn, Alessia, Gideon and Ronan from the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Kathryn Shay.


So, crucify him for it. He doesn’t like working with women in the harsh world of police law enforcement.

She sees herself as tough as any man. Then she becomes his boss.

Hidden Cove Police Officer Gideon Casella is a hard man. A divorce three years ago still has him grumpy and out of sorts. But he’s a top cop, which is why he thinks he’ll get the promotion to sergeant that’s being announced soon.

Anabelle Sanders is on her way up the law enforcement ladder right to the commissioner’s office. But she’ll settle for one step at a time, even if she does have to walk all over Gideon Casella’s ego and his barely-concealed chauvinistic attitude. Man, she’s been dealing with men like him all her life.

It comes as a shock to Gideon that the brass gives the position to Sanders, a tough-as-nails female in the department. When he’s assigned to work on a special task force with her—under her—he’s furious at the department, at her, and at life in general.

Will these two hardened-by-life cops be able to find a soulmate in each other?

Don’t miss all The Casella Cousins Books: Hayley, Seth, Finn, Alessia, Gideon and Ronan from the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Kathryn Shay.



Ronan Casella left home at eighteen. He could never tolerate his mother, and he was sorry to abandon his beloved sister and brother. But he couldn’t stay there any longer after his father died and after Ronan’s girlfriend was involved in a fatal car crash. He heads to Hollywood where he becomes a television and movie star. After ten years, he disappears from that job, too.

The mystery as to what’s happened to Ronan in the intervening decade is revealed in The Casella Cousins Book 6.

Don’t miss all The Casella Cousins Books: Hayley, Seth, Finn, Alessia, Gideon and Ronan from the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Kathryn Shay.





A NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, Kathryn Shay has been a lifelong writer and teacher. She has written dozens of self-published original romance titles, print books with the Berkley Publishing Group and Harlequin Enterprises and mainstream women’s fiction with Bold Strokes Books. She has won many awards for her work: five RT Book Reviews awards, the Bookseller’s Best Award, Foreword Magazine’s Book of the Year and several “Starred Reviews.” One of her firefighter books hit #20 on the NEW YORK TIMES list. Her novels have been serialized in COSMOPOLITAN magazine and featured in USA TODAY, THE WALL STREET JOURNAL and PEOPLE magazine. There are over ten million copies of her books in print and downloaded online. Reviewers have called her work “emotional and heart-wrenching.”


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The Libertalia Trilogy by Mel Lewis

Series: The Libertalia Trilogy
Author: Mel Lewis
Genre: Juvenile Fiction > Action & Advanture







Libertalia – Lost Fortunes
Published: May 31, 2019


Best friends, Karabo and Isla are drawn into age-old family feuds and ancient legends when the mysterious William joins the school at half term. Karabo finds herself drawn into a plot that involves not only William, but also Isla’s long-time crush Mzi Khumalo – Dayeton College’s dream head boy.

As ancient battles reveal themselves in a smoke-filled sangoma hut, Karabo and Isla are on a mission to interpret the messages of the ancestors, and uncover why William and Mzi’s families are pitted against each other, as they navigating their way through rugby derbies, holidays, the end of year school dance and exams. 

Libertalia is a melting pot of pirate dreams, African legend and mystery that takes four very different young people on a journey of friendship and adventure.




Libertalia – Quest for Land
Published: November 18, 2019



The intrigue continues – The usually upbeat Karabo is miserable, she has a broken arm and heart. Luckily the ancestors have chosen her to interpret another mystery. This time it will lead her to her William’s mother – Jessabelle. Who in turn will lead Karabo on a trail to Madagascar. But things aren’t that simple or straightforward. Karabo must learn to accept her calling as a sangoma, her mother’s interference, Isla’s advice, and William’s odd version of friendship. Will Karabo and her friends find Edward English and the stolen treasure? Will William reveal his true colours? And will Isla be able to win the heart of the enigmatic Mzi? The second book in the series, Libertalia – Quest for Land – will answer all these questions and more.




Libertalia – The end of an era
Published: August 31, 2020


Filled with unexpected twists and turns, this final book in the Libertalia series takes readers on a journey that begins in two very different locations.

Bound to his father (and his empire building in Madagascar), William must work out how to avenge earlier family betrayals without being found out!

In the Easter Cape, South Africa, Karabo and Isla are in their final school year at Dayeton College. Dealing with changing friendship and uncertainty about their futures, Karabo must decide on her future, and will William be able to right the wrongs of the past?

As the teens become young adults, Libertalia – The End of an Era never fails to delight with its entertaining blend of heartache, friendship and of course…treasure.




Melina Lewis is a Strategic Marketing and Communications specialist by day and writer by night. Her first book “After you died…” is a fictional novel set in the seaside town of Fish Hoek, Cape Town, where she resides. Melina’s career began in health sciences but quickly leap frogged to something more fun, namely advertising. She has been working on creative copy one liners for over 15 years, and has amassed enough marketing knowledge to contribute towards several chapters of various Marketing Textbooks for South African colleges. Melina now consults to various businesses and writes short stories, tween-YA novels and is working on more adult fiction.



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The Life and Times of Clyde Kennard by Derek R. King

Title: The Life and Times of Clyde Kennard
Author: Derek R. King
Genre: US Civil Rights, African American, Black History
Release Date: October 13, 2018
In 1955, Clyde Kennard, a decorated army veteran, was forced to cut short the final year of his studies at the University of Chicago and return home to Mississippi due to family circumstances, where Kennard made the decision to complete his education. Yet still on the eve of the civil rights movement in America, Kennard’s decision would be one of the first serious attempts to integrate any public school at the college level in the state.
The Life and Times of Clyde Kennard tells the true story of Chicago University student Clyde Kennard’s efforts to complete his further education in his home state of Mississippi at Mississippi Southern College (now the University of Southern Mississippi) against the backdrop of the institutionalized social order of the times and the prevailing winds of change attempting to blow that social order away.
Author Derek R. King shares his extensive research into Kennard’s life, and he touches on the key events that shaped those times and the impact of the events on people involved on both sides of what was an extremely heated and emotive debate.
In the end, Clyde Kennard would take a nonconfrontational route to change, and as James Meredith’s admission to the University of Mississippi became more widely known at the time, Kennard became the forgotten man. But his story is an uplifting and inspiring story of perseverance, hardship, and committed determination to right wrongs, and it is a testament to the enduring legacy of the civil rights movement and its challenge to the status quo of injustice.
“Clyde Kennard’s story is one that should be told far and wide and given its rightful place alongside all other well-renowned heroes of the civil rights movement. Derek R. King has made a significant contribution to literature indeed.” – Literary Titan.
“I approached Derek King’s book on my client Clyde Kennard with scepticism. Could a white Scottish man be entrusted with the story of an unsung hero of the Mississippi Civil Rights Movement? Yes, King’s book is a revelation. Read it. Learn. Never forget.” Professor Steven A Drizin Clinical Professor of Law at the Northwestern University Pritzker School of Law in Chicago
“This book is a real page turner; it tells the story of one man’s efforts to enrol at college and the twists and turns that happened to him on the way and beyond.” Lilymay Amazon Reviewer
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Return to Mississippi
Abandoning his degree course prematurely at the University of Chicago, as well as leaving the relative peace and security of Chicago to run the family farm in a segregated and volatile Mississippi, could not have been easy for Clyde. He remained determined to ensure this break from the routine of his studies was as short as possible and to avoid his previous years of study counting for naught. He hoped and planned to complete his degree course once the farm business was back on track, but Mississippi was a state in the grip of civil resistance and unrest with a determination to preserve segregation.
After returning to Eatonville, and still with his mother’s Baptist upbringing influence, he joined the Mary Magdalene Baptist Church in Hattiesburg, codirected their youth choir, and started the first Bible class for young people, becoming a Sunday school teacher in the process.
As a young girl, Gloria Peck was in Clyde’s Sunday school class and later remembered that he “taught his students with a firm but gentle hand, planning Christmas plays and delivering fruit baskets to every child in the area on the holidays.” 2 Viola Grant, who also worked with the youth choir, recalled that even his fellow church volunteers thought he was a bit of a “goody-goody.” 3 She added that in an effort to “corrupt” Clyde, a group of friends took him to the Embassy Club in Palmers Crossing. Although they knew Clyde did not drink, they ordered a bottle of wine and poured him a glass. But when they left at the end of the night, “that glass of wine was still there,” she said. “He was just a different sort of person.”
Clyde became good friends with his neighbor, the barrel-chested fifty-three-year-old Vernon Dahmer Sr., whose farm was only two miles from Clyde’s. Dahmer was an NAACP activist, and Clyde joined the NAACP, serving as president of the local NAACP Youth Council founded by Dahmer, who also acted as an adviser. It was through this involvement that Clyde met Medgar Evers, the NAACP’s field secretary in Mississippi, who traveled to Hattiesburg to assist in setting up an NAACP youth chapter. This was when Evers first became aware of Clyde’s NAACP youth work. There were many parallels between these two men. They were the same age, they’d grown up in rural farming families, they were World War II army veterans who had pursued further education on their return to the United States through the GI Bill, and neither was intimidated by white segregationists. 
Clyde also attended statewide NAACP meetings in Jackson, and as the pair’s relationship grew, Medgar developed an enormous respect for Clyde. “Clyde was like a brother to him,” recalled Joyce Ladner. 
Clyde mentored both Joyce and Dorie Ladner, fifteen-year-old sisters who were both members of the youth council and pupils at Earl Travillion High School. Clyde tutored Joyce in English and history, and on one occasion, he helped her write a speech on the Thirteenth, Fourteenth, and Fifteenth Amendments of the United States Constitution. She recalled that Clyde “took his time” with Joyce and her sister, adding that “he was very patient.” 6 She graduated valedictorian of her high school, while her sister. Dorie graduated salutatorian. 
Clyde was serving on the Eatonville school board when the authorities decided to consolidate the Palmers Crossing and Eatonville Negro schools. He was incensed that the 125 black students from Eatonville had to travel eleven miles to attend classes at Palmers Crossing. To make matters worse, the Eatonville Negro students passed the all-white Eatonville school enroute to Palmers Crossing.
He joined others in circulating a petition to have the Eatonville schoolchildren attend the closest school, the all-white Eatonville school. Predictably, their petition was unsuccessful. In the segregationist world of Mississippi in 1955, regardless of the United States Supreme Court’s Brown decision, the public education system continued under the “separate but
equal” banner.
 After settling back in the Eatonville community, Clyde began to develop and expand the family farm, taking a loan to buy a plot of land in Eatonville and purchasing three thousand hens to start a chicken farm. In June, to supplement the farm’s income and earn additional funds to repay the loan, Clyde set up business as a “small gardening and handyman service,” purchasing “1 push mower, 4 power mowers, 1 wheel barrow and numerous assortment of gardening tools,” as well as a pickup truck a few months later. 
With a second source of income and the family farm set up to work in a way that would allow him to continue his studies, Clyde turned his attention to completing his degree course. Similar to the Eatonville school pupils, the nearest Negro college for Clyde was around ninety miles
away, at Jackson State College in Jackson; however, the nearest all-white college, Mississippi Southern College (MSC) in Hattiesburg, was only about five miles from the farm and around a fifteen-minute drive. With his commitments to his mother and the farm, Jackson State College, at ninety or so miles away, was not a practical option, as he wanted to finish his education close to home. To allow him to both complete his degree and run the farm, MSC was the obvious choice.
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Mississippi Southern College (MSC) was approaching its fiftieth anniversary, and construction of a new library facility, at a cost of $855,000 to accommodate two hundred thousand volumes, had just been completed. 
At the time MSC was described by journalist Ronald A. Hollander as “white-columned, red bricked, broad walked and ivied, with lily pond and kissing bridge.” 9 MSC at the time was essentially a liberal arts school, and the intention of its alumni was its eventual status as a university.
The college marching band; the cheerleaders, named the Dixie Darlings; and the football and basketball teams were all white. The mascot was “Old Nat,” who rode on a horse called Son of Dixie. Old Nat took his name from former Confederate cavalry general Nathan Bedford Forrest,
who had tormented Union troops during the Civil War with lightning raids and from whom Forrest County itself took its name.
Social life at MSC was typical for the time, revolving around sports events and bus trips downtown to see the latest movies, but with curfew at 9:00 p.m. for freshmen girls. 
As with all public education in segregationist Mississippi, MSC was entirely dependent on the state for its funding; its president, William David McCain, was responsible to the state-appointed Board of Trustees of Institutions of Higher Learning; and by definition, MSC’s entire student
body of around 4,200 were white.
McCain, a former army general and “hardcore segregationist,” became the college’s president on August 18, 1955, promising to keep the campus “dusty or muddy with construction.” This driving ambition reflected the alumni’s desire to secure university status and for MSC to join the state’s other flagship schools, Ole Miss and Mississippi State University. The last thing McCain wanted under his presidency was adverse publicity from an integration attempt. Any question of threatening the whites-only tradition would adversely affect the pursuit of university status.
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Clyde believed that common sense would prevail despite the political climate in Mississippi in the wake of the Brown decision and that integration would be achieved. He decided to enroll at MSC to complete his degree course while at the same time running the family farm. Unlike
Medgar Evers’s petitioners, Clyde’s enrollment was not motivated by the NAACP but simply his own desire to complete his degree course. “Clyde just wanted to finish school,” recalled Dorie Ladner. “He wasn’t trying to make a political statement.” 
While not motivated by the NAACP, as a member of its Forrest County chapter, he had discussed his intention to enroll with them. Far from any discouragement, local president J. C. Fairley and fellow member Joseph Otis actively encouraged Clyde to apply for admission. 
Derek R. King, is a poet, musician and published author. He lives in Scotland, enjoys the great outdoors, good malt whisky, art (particularly art nouveau, deco, impressionism, surrealist and contemporary periods) and photography.
You might spot him on a hill somewhere with his camera fist pumping and quietly muttering “Yes!” to himself if he captures a great image.
His poetry, which covers diverse topics, has been variously described as “emotive”, “raw”, “powerful” and “fun”, a collection of his work is being compiled.
His main work to date has been the award winning non-fiction Civil Rights era book, “The Life And Times Of Clyde Kennard”, which tells the true story of one man’s attempt to go to college in those challenging times.
Derek has written several short stories one of which, “Defying Convention“, is included in the recently published “Winter Chills” collection of short stories, which received a five-star review from literary Titan and their Gold book award this month.
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Tori still tasted as sweet as honey, and the feel of her lush, warm curves pressed against me again…pure heaven. The serenity and peace I’d lost so long ago were now shining light in every crevice of the dark and empty spaces inside me. Drinking down her kitten-soft mewls as she restlessly writhed against me, I felt as if I was finally home.
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