Monday, May 2, 2016

Happy Book Birthday~ the Patient Wolf by Karen Hodges Miller!






The Patient Wolf

Wicked Urban Fantasy
Book One

Karen Hodges Miller

Genre: paranormal romance

Publisher: Can’t Put it Down Books

Date of Publication: May 2, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-9972024-2-7

Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 42,225

Cover Artist: Genevieve Cosdon

Book Description:

The small town of Rivelou is hiding secrets, and they are about to claw their way to the surface.

Ana Dugan used to enjoy her nighttime walks through her quaint college town, but all of that changes when a handsome stranger rescues her from an attack. She’s not sure who she should be more afraid of the four legged beast who attacked her or the two legged one who saved her. She narrowly escapes, but soon learns that others weren’t so lucky.

When another man enters her life claiming he’s there to protect her she’s not sure who she should trust, the wolf or the hunter.



The Patient Wolf Chapter 1

Ana breathed in the early autumn air as she headed away from the university
and onto the darker streets of the neighboring suburb. It was an older
neighborhood, built in the 1920’s when the town of Rivelou had begun to spread
from its central location on the river across the railroad tracks to the north.
This particular section of the town had been built for the railroad workers,
with tiny shotgun houses lined up on even tinier lawns.
As Ana crossed Roosevelt Avenue and headed into her own
neighborhood, the streetlights ended and the sidewalk became lighted only by an
occasional porch light or walk light. She loved walking home from her night
classes at this time of the year. The air, while it could not yet be called
crisp, had lost its summer sultriness, a welcome change from the blistering
heat of a Midwest summer.
And these walks home after her night classes were one of the
few times during her week when she could be truly alone. No bosses, no
teachers, not even Sophie chattering away in her ear. She’d been a mom long
enough not to feel guilty at enjoying a a little time alone without her child.
Her thirteen-year-old daughter was the light of her life, but that didn’t mean
she couldn’t enjoy a little time by herself, too.
As she headed down Harlan Street, farther from the more
heavily trafficked avenue, the street became even darker. It was too soon for
most of the leaves to have fallen, they were just beginning to turn red on this
last week in September and they were so thick on the trees that they hid the
full moon. Part of the charm of the old neighborhood was the beautiful, large old
maples and oaks, but their roots also tore up the sidewalks. Ana tripped on one
of those cracks, and shook her head in disgust. How could she always trip in
the same spot, night after night? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t memorized the bad
spots in the sidewalk after years of walking this way.
She smiled; only one more year of classes and, with luck,
she wouldn’t be taking this same walk anymore. She would have her teaching
degree, be able to quit her job as an admin at the university, and start a new
life with her daughter, maybe somewhere else. She would enjoy teaching,
preferably high school, but she’d take whatever grade she could get to start.
Sophie would miss her friends; they would both miss their family. They’d come
back a lot to visit. She was sure of that—her family, particularly her
grandfather, would certainly insist on it. But it would be nice to start over.
Of course, Jonathan, her ex, would probably object if she moved even to the
next county. The one good thing she could say for the man was he always
fulfilled his obligations to their daughter, even if it was only because he
thought about running for political office someday and didn’t want to ruin his
reputation with the other lawyers and judges in Rivelou.
She shook her head as if to change the direction her
daydreams had taken her and sidestepped another large crack in the sidewalk.
She wasn’t going to let thoughts of Jonathan ruin a lovely evening. Maybe after
Sophie was in bed she’d have a chance to get outside again and enjoy the full moon
and beautiful weather. She wouldn’t indulge herself in a run; she couldn’t
leave Sophie alone, but some time out in her backyard to appreciate the full
moon would be good.
She stopped and looked around, working to regain her
pleasure in the evening, when she heard a low growl nearby.
A dog? No one on this block had a dog big enough to make
that sort of sound. That growl had definitely come from something larger than
Mrs. Ahearn’s yappy little Pomeranian. She began to walk more quickly. Only a
half block until she turned onto Sycamore, then another half block until she
arrived at her own home.
The growl came again. She tucked her purse more securely on
her left shoulder, her computer bag on her right, and doubled her pace. There
were no lights on at any of the houses on that part of the block, and of
course, the moon took that moment to hide behind a cloud. She took a deep
breath and tried to walk at a steady pace. She wouldn’t run, even though she
could hear the animal behind her as she rounded the corner. She breathed a sigh
of relief when she saw her own porch light on, as well as that of her
neighbors, Joe and Lindsey, who kept Sophie evenings when Ana had class. Only a
few more steps to safety.
She was almost in front of her own door when she heard the rush
of paws with nails clicking on the sidewalk. With a howl, the animal knocked
her down.
She held her computer case in front of her face, “Take a
bite of that, you nasty beast,” she said, pushing the case at its huge, dark
head. It was all teeth and glowing eyes as it stood over her, growling. “What
do you want?” she shouted.
Though it had her on the ground, it didn’t make a move, just
stood gazing at her. Somehow she sensed if she did move, it would strike. She
had to do something. She drew a deep breath and prepared to scream when she
heard someone running up behind her.
“Hey, you, get back! Get back!” She turned her head and saw
a man come running toward her and the slobbering animal. The man grabbed a
stick from the ground and waved it at the animal as he rushed forward. “Back!
Get back, you ugly beast!” he shouted again, striking the creature who turned,
snarling at him. They stared intently at each other for a moment when the dog
finally dodged the stick and lunged to take a bite out of the man.
The man got in a couple of good blows before the dog
suddenly grabbed the stick, tugged at it, and knocked the man to the ground.
Ana decided it was time to take action. She fumbled through her purse as the
dog leaned back on its haunches preparing to strike. Just before he lunged on
the fallen man Ana found her can of mace and hit the dog in the face with the
noxious spray. With howl of pain, it ran into the darkness.
Several more porch lights suddenly popped on to light the
night, and the street was filled with neighbors coming to check on the unusual
commotion.
“Are you all right?” her rescuer, still gasping and out of
breath, asked. “It didn’t bite you, did it?” He made his way to his feet and
held his hand out to her.
“No, no. I’m fine,” Ana replied as she was suddenly bowled
over by an armful of an anxious thirteen-year-old. “Mom, mom, are you okay?”
Sophie asked.
“What happened?” her neighbor, Joe, questioned her at the
same moment.
“It was a dog. A huge one. I’ve never seen it before. This
man chased it away,” she said, turning to the man who was wiping his face with
a handkerchief and coughing.
“I think you were the one who chased it away. Wish you’d had
a little better aim with the mace, but under the circumstances I don’t think I
can complain,” he said between coughs.
“Hey, are you okay?” Joe asked, looking the man over. “You’d
better come in and let us take a look at you. My wife’s a nurse. She can check
you out. Just a whiff of that stuff can be torture on the eyes.”
“No, I’m fine, I’ll …” he protested, but Ana cut him off.
“I insist. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have been bitten by
that animal.”
“I think we’d better make a police report,” Joe said as they
headed for his house. “Joe Lessing,” he added, holding out his hand to the
stranger. “And this is our neighbor, Ana Dugan, and her daughter, Sophie.”
“Good to meet you. Chris Spier,” the man said, shaking hands
with Joe as they reached the porch. At the top of the steps he turned to Ana,
where, under the porch light, she got her first real look at her rescuer.
He was just shy of six feet, with the build of teddy bear,
the kind you’d like to give a big hug and take to bed with you, Ana thought,
then inwardly blushed. Where had that thought come from? She didn’t have time
for men. It wasn’t that he was soft, or fat, she added, mentally adjusting her
initial teddy bear image. He was muscular, and he had a kind face, soft brown
eyes, shaggy light brown hair and beard, both of which needed a trim. There was
something about his worn khakis and wrinkled plaid flannel shirt that said he
wasn’t used to being cared for.
“I’m so sorry if I hurt you,” Ana said, taking his hand.
Chris held onto it until Joe said, “Come on in. You need to wash off that
mace.”

He guided Chris into a small, warm living room and back to a
kitchen where Sophie was animatedly, if with little accuracy, describing the
incident to Joe’s wife and daughter.


My Review

I simply enjoyed this one! It's kinda short but it was still pretty great! So we have Ana, a single mom, who works at a university where she's also trying to graduate. She wants to teach. She works in the history department with her hilarious friend Monica! She lives next to Joe and Lindsey who watch her daughter Sophie every night for her to go to class. And her grandfather is basically the town hero who runs things lol. Now for the good parts! Who's the werewolf that attacks Ana! 

So Ana is attacked by a rogue wolf, then saved by the new neighbor Chris (suspect), then wooed by the new professor Alex (suspect), and told by her grandfather that she's gunna have to step up her game. I won't give everything away. I liked the mystery. The suspense, and the intrigue. I also loved the romance! I'll tell you a secret... One of those is a werewolf for sure, the rest you have to figure out. On top of family drama, Soohie's dad and new step mom are having their own family life, so even though Soohie is a great daughter, Ana feels left out for what she always wanted and never got. So when two men try dating her, she's flustered and suspicious, and also pissed that her grandparents like to meddle! I loved grandma Ida :) giggle she reminds me of those southern belle ladies! But cooler! So now, I can't tell you anything without telling you who did what to whom, I'll tell you I loved this book and I'm hoping the author continue with another!! :) 5 PAWS! 



About the Author:

Karen Hodges Miller’s fascination with werewolves, vampires, witches, ghosts, and all things supernatural began with the childhood classics. She gobbled up everything from The Haunting of Hill House to the Narnia series, from Dracula to Rebecca. As a writer, however, she stuck to non-fiction; working as a newspaper and magazine reporter and editor and in 2004 opening her own publishing company.

She has written several books for authors on the subject of writing and publishing. The Patient Wolf is her first fiction novel and of course, it features a very sexy werewolf.





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The Part That Doesn't Burn by Sam Poling!


The Part That Doesn’t Burn
Goetia Series
Book One
Sam Poling

Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Date of Publication: March 23rd, 2016
ISBN: 9781310401916
ASIN: B01BW0Q2Y4
Number of pages: 319
Word Count: 97,000
Cover Artist: Cora Graphics

Book Description: 
 In an overpopulated city-state where technology and magic are forbidden by the corrupt church, young witch, Mirabel Fairfax, plots the creation of a deadly plague to cull the burdensome rabble. 
That is, until she falls in love with the very alchemist she has been deceiving. 
Now, with soul-hungry geists flooding the city, the church scrambling for their prey, and her own mind at war with itself, Mirabel must decide what she's fighting for before she loses everything to the evils of Autumnfall. 
  
Excerpt: 
Mirabel waited in the darkness.  Each passing second made it exponentially less likely the power would return.
“Mirabel? Did we lose power?” Felix’s voice quivered in the darkness.
“It should return momentarily.”
They waited. Mirabel could practically feel Felix’s demeanor evaporating.
“M-Mirabel?” 
“Unbelievable, the singular time I am protecting company on the geistlines, a train dies. We are not coal powered. We are coming to a stop. Perhaps your pessimism rang true. Sour fortune must have followed you from Haugen. We need to leave.”
“L-leave? As in, leave the train, and go out there?”
“Felix, without power the only thing stopping a geist from swooping in here and taking your face off is nothing. One hundred percent nothing. Essentially, we already have the cons of being outside, along with the narrow space of being inside. Not a survivable combination.”
Without hesitation Felix took to gathering his tools, and corralling them into his bags.
“No time for that.”
She tugged him out of their room and through the train car. One side of the car featured the cabins. Asleep and unaware, no one else left their rooms. Windows with their blinds drawn and a faint cyan shimmering through adorned the other side.
“They’re lining both sides of the tracks. How long do we have?” said Felix.
“Geist behavior is a constant mystery, even to me, but eventually some will strike. Even those with eternity run out of patience.”
They reached the door to the next car and Mirabel mashed on the panel. Nothing. No power, no doors. She tried the manual handle, but it wouldn’t budge. If only Miss Perfect-Priestess were here, then the door wouldn’t be able to fly open fast enough.
“Oh bother,” she said.
“Door haunted too?”
“Handle denies me. Seems rusted, and I wonder if they automatically power lock.”
She could barely make out Felix’s nervous wince. “I wouldn’t expect that, Mirabel. Emergency situations would turn fatalities.”
“That is not happening with us.” She put her weight on the lever. It didn’t amount to much, and the lever knew it.
“Let me try.”
Felix consisted of average build and height, if not a tad lanky. Certainly not the strong type. Petite Mirabel stood quite small, a whole head shorter, also not the strong type, but she expected she could generate more strength. The alchemist didn’t have the mind for it.
“Felix, darling, put your hands here.” She directed his hands next to hers. “Press down on three, yes?”
Violet light washed over the handle they gripped before she got to “one.” She didn’t have to turn around to know its source. It traveled up her arms and across the door. If another passenger had opened a blind, the light source wouldn’t be nearing them.
“Three-three-three,” she shouted.
Felix threw down on the handle alongside her. Perhaps he did have the mind for it when terrified. With a shriek the lever punched into the open position, and the partners threw their hands into the crevice at the door’s left.
“Get the blasted thing open. Pull, Felix, do not look back.”
She made a mistake. Everyone looks back when instructed not to. He turned his neck and got an eyeful of something that forced a spate foul language. Such words didn’t suit him. Pulling with whatever force her slender arms could muster, she joined his blunder and looked over her shoulder.
A geist, two-thirds down the corridor, drifted closer. Its face partially lifted from its head, hanging a few inches from where it belonged. The glowing wisp mimicked the body it used to have, but poorly. The translucent skin melted and slid ever downward. She knew the face would contort any moment: the precursor to assault. And it had the gut-wrenching violet hue. Of all the geists to enter first, it had to be a damned giftgeist. She had no hope of generating enough magic to destroy it before it reached them.
The broken door started to grind open. She fit her thin body part way into the opening. Her heels dug into the carpet and her back braced against the door’s narrow edge, with her hands pressing against the wall. “Felix, pull.”
The geist twisted into a monster far fiercer than before; its face warped into elongated grief and its jaw stretched to the side to give a dry, raspy howl. Passengers meandering into the hall heard it. They slung their own screams and ran the opposite way. The worst decision during a geistline incident: running toward the rear of the train. They wouldn’t live long.
She reached above her head and flicked her fingers. “You want electricity, you fromping door? H-have some.” More white flashes fluttered between her fingers with each flick. “Come on, I had this spell mastered yesterday.”
“Mirabel? Mirabel,” yelped Felix. “It’s-it’s coming.”
“Simmer. I am focusing.”
“Focus faster!”
With a final flick, current rushed from the witch’s fingertips up into the door mechanisms. She had no idea what it accomplished, but the lights around the immediate vicinity flashed, including the door panel. Her left hand dropped and swatted it. The door grinded opened halfway before its lights died again. Halfway gave them more than enough space. The partners darted through into the next car. Glancing back, Mirabel saw the geist stop and turn to its side. Another passenger had peeked out of their cabin an arm’s length from the specter. It shot from Mirabel’s view before the rattled cries of a man and woman reached her ears.
Felix stopped as abruptly as the geist had. “It’s attacking someone.”
“Keep moving.”
“Mirabel, you’ve got to do something, there are three cars full of people back there.”
“And we are the only valuable ones.”

 My review 
This was a fun mix of witches, alchemy, and some possible apocalyptic moments. Lol. With a darker feels and some great suspense and mystery following, this is a really intriguing read. I liked Mirabel. And I loved the world building! Think of it like this, no more technology and magic is forbidden. We've gone backwards. Well we have in this story. It's got such a cool noir feel to it. And to top it off, the churches are in charge now, not the government. It's definitely creative what the author did here. Mirabel and Felix need to make the changes happen to save not just themselves but a lot of others. 
I liked the characters but the world building and the plot surrounding that is what held my attention. It's different and I love that!! :) the writing style is well done as well! With that said, 4.5 PAWS!! 


  
 Author interview 
First, tell me a little about your book J….
THE PART THAT DOESN’T BURN is a story with a unique setting with geists, horrors, illegal old-world tech, and corrupt churches of homicidal fanatics. Every character is damaged and seemingly hopeless. Our main protagonist begins the novel with sinister designs. It is dark fantasy, through and through. It is a novel about the ultimate test of goodness, an experiment to see if a simple seed of kindness can survive when surrounded by darkness.
Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
I remember that at a very young age (early grade school) my father could explain things beautifully with words when he wrote them out. Soon I noticed that I could as well, seemingly better than most. Throughout my childhood it made me arrogant at times: winning writing competitions (essays or create fiction) was a “given.” Now, as an adult, I look back at myself and frown at my arrogance. My family may have some sort of genetic left-brain boon to writing, but the only way to grow in the art is to be humble and honest with yourself. There is always more to learn. We are always ignorant of something. That knowledge alone has renewed my interest in writing.
What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
My characters inspired me. I initially created them in roleplay sessions and short stories, and they evolved to a point where they demanded a novel.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life? 
Not at all, they are entirely fictional.
How do you choose when/which characters die in your books? 
I set the stage for the story, build the world, and flesh out the characters and kick them on their way. It “feels” like they take the story from there, my hand just writes as I envision what happens. Sometimes a character runs into a dead end, perhaps set by the other characters. And then they die. This may be an oversimplification: of course I have end goals in mind while I’m building my characters initially, however it doesn’t always go as planned. I write as much to discover as much as I do to express.
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book? 
I would not change any of the content in the story of my novel. It was as good as I could make it. I would not have sought publication yet had I believed otherwise.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Aside from finding the time between my other obligations? World-building is always a challenge for me because I’m terrifying I won’t come up with something original enough, or too original, or too similar to another novel. My fear chains me in world-building, but my characters see me through it. I never seem to have any trouble with them, at least.

Who designed the cover? And do you help with them? 
Cora at Cora Graphics. I helped by explaining some characters and themes, and helped narrow down the samples to the best choices.
Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?
I learned a lot about how far damaged people are willing to go for redemption.
If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose? 
My characters suffered a great deal and live in a dark world. I’m unsure I’d want to be any of them! But if I have to choose, it would be Grasp, the servant haunt.


About the Author: 

Sam Poling has been writing fantasy and science fiction for the thrill of it his entire life, from short stories to screenplays. His love for each of the subgenres led to dedication to writing genre-skirting fiction with all the elements that make up the human condition. He holds a strong enthusiasm for medical studies and currently works as a medical assistant in a large clinic while taking classing for nursing. He also serves on a health and safety committee, including disaster preparedness and infection control. His interest in epidemiology and medical science tends to spill over into his writing endeavors.

Author’s site: www.samuelpoling.com


Twitter: @SamuelPoling





Sunday, May 1, 2016

Chapter Reveal for Karma by Nadine Nightingale!

Today we’re having an chapter reveal for Karma by Nadine Nightingale! I am so excited to share this fantastic new paranormal romance!

Karma Chapter Reveal

Title: Karma

Author: Nadine Nightingale

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Day Date: May 4th

Karma Cover

About Karma:

People call me all sorts of names—bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite...Satan’s bride. I could blame the fact I’m a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I’m infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy.

Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I’m not—righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I’m a witch and tried to kill me.

Eighteen months later, he’s back in my life and we have a deal; I’ll help him save his brother and he’ll disappear from my life for good. But karma can be a real bitch…



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An electric hum charges the chilly air. The ghostly light of a bulb flickers. Seconds later, I gaze into Baphomet’s onyx eyes. He lingers over a naked couple chained to his harpy feet, guarding them like a sphinx, imprisoning them like a warden.

“Oh my freakin’ gosh! Is that...Is that the devil?” Redhead screams. The look on her high-school-queen- bee face is priceless.

I take a deep breath. “Yes,” I say, swallowing the laughter that crawls up my throat. “It’s the devil.”

Redhead presses a palm against her chest. “Sweet baby Jesus. Does that mean I’m...I’m going to hell?” Her otherwise brown aura, indicating self-absorption, is gray. In other words, she’s petrified.

The chick is obviously not the sharpest tool in the shed, and I doubt hell recruits stupid cheerleaders. I fake a smile and wave her question off. “Nah, don’t worry. In the tarot, the devil represents desire and passion.” I point to the card deck. “Draw another one.”

Her delicate fingers fly over the cards, and she pulls the sixth major arcana card out of the pile. The lovers.

Redhead’s sapphire eyes gleam. “I know what that means. He loves me, right?”

The devil and the lovers? That’s as bad as a relationship can get. When her fingers accidently brush mine, I get a glimpse of how bad it’ll be.

****

The fluorescent lights of the ER blinded Redhead. Closing her eyes, she reminded herself this was her fault. She should have never asked him about the other girl. She’d gotten a taste of his temper before and knew better than to challenge him. But that damn jealousy had gotten the best of her.

“Can you hear me?” the doctor asked, worried.

She wanted to answer, wanted to tell him she was fine, but she could hardly breathe. It felt like the air hit an invisible wall inside her bleeding nose. Parting her bruised lips, she gasped for oxygen, but the taste of sanitizer made her sick.

“Miss Rosewood, can you hear me?” The doctor’s rich voice hammered through her brain.

She swallowed the pins and needles in her throat. “Yes.”

“How did this happen?”Every muscle in her body tensed. “I...I...fell.”

****

I shake the brutal vision off. Every fortune-teller with a conscience would tell Redhead to stay the hell away from this guy. The thing is, if I tell her the truth, she’ll accuse me of lying, and being called a liar is the doom of a clairvoyant. Luckily, I don’t have a conscience.

“You guys are star-crossed lovers.”

“Really?” she squeaks, like the dumb cheerleader she is.

“Yeah, course. Even Romeo and Juliet would envy you guys.” If she doesn’t hear the sarcasm in my voice, she totally deserves someone who’ll beat the crap out of her. Besides, the whole Romeo and Juliet reference should put her on high alert. Yeah, I know, people think of them as the ultimate couple. But did they actually read the play? Let’s summarize their fate: first Romeo wants Rosalind. Why? Because she’s a nun, and guys dig things they can’t have. Then Juliet, another forbidden fruit, comes along. Unfortunately, she’s dumb enough to fall for his shit, and bada bing, bada boom, they both end up dead. Some call that romantic. I prefer stupid.

Her aura radiates fifty shades of red. Making an educated guess, I’d say she didn’t get the hint. Hey, at least I tried.

Pleased, she pulls a hundred-dollar bill from her bag and puts it on the table. “You’re amazing.”

“I know,” I reply flatly before shoving the money in my black lace bra. “Now get out and send the next one in.”

The chick doesn’t even mind my rudeness. “Thanks. Thank you so much.” She sounds like a broken record, and I breathe a sigh of relief when the door slams shut behind her.

Waiting for my next client, I gather the cards. The foulness of the air bugs me a little. I hate rundown motel rooms, but they add to the mystery, and in my business, it’s all about being mysterious. Harpers Ferry is my third stop in the last two weeks. Small town folk are good clients. They hunger for the perfect house, perfect husband, perfect kids. If they could, they’d even try to breed the perfect dog. No need to say this makes me perfectly sick. But beggars can’t be choosers, and all I need is another five hundred bucks, and then I can kiss my old life goodbye.

A faint knock, then the door swings open. My next client is a middle-aged woman accompanied by her daughter. What kind of a mother drags her kid to a fortune-teller? I straighten and wave them over. The little girl is about ten, but she still sucks her thumb.

“Are you a witch?” the blonde angel asks, precariously.

I totally prefer the term Wise Independent Tremendously Charismatic Human, but before I get a chance to clarify, her mother interferes. “They said you could help us.”

They? Who the heck are they? And did she just say help them? Who the hell does she think I am, Mother Theresa? “You want to know if your daughter will become the next Miss America, am I right?” A little sarcasm never hurts.

The woman steps closer. The flames of the black candles shed light on her wrinkled face. “Please kill my husband,” she says, throwing a bundle of hundreds on the table. My guess is about ten thousand dollars.

“Lady, I’m a fortune-teller, not an assassin,” I say, never taking my eyes off the money.

“You’re a witch.”
I cock a brow. “Still not an assassin.”
“He hurts her,” she whispers, pointing to the kid.
I know he does. I’d sensed her heartache the

moment they walked in. I might tell lies for a living, but I tend to see the truth when no one else does. The aura of the little girl is a dark, muddy gray, evidence of a broken soul.

“Call the cops and get a divorce.”

The woman pushes the little girl in my lap. “Please, I’m begging you. Help her.”

Hazel eyes, clouded with misery and sorrow, look right through me. That son of a bitch robbed her of her innocence and left her drowning in self-hatred. Shivers run down my spine. Shit. I have no intention of bearing witness to the bastard’s barbaric crime. It’s a real shame visions don’t ask for permission.

****

She stared at the gleaming stars on her ceiling. Her mother had put them there to keep the darkness at bay, but it didn’t work. The room was gloomy. She knew the monster would come for her. It would look like her dad, but that was just a disguise. Her real dad would never do such things to her. He loved her. She thought of the puppy he’d once bought for her and the places he had taken her. A monster could never be so kind.

The creaking of the wooden door stopped her heart. She pulled the blanket over her head and started to count.

One, two, three. The blanket pulled back. Four, five six.A wet kiss. Seven, eight, nine.“I love you, princess.”

****

I push the fragile body of the girl away. Her pain. Her destiny. I don’t give a shit about any of it. “Take your money and get the hell outta here.”

The woman’s jaw drops. “But—”
I hold my hand up. “Out! Now.”
The little girl’s gaze drops to her pink ballerina

flats. Her disappointment floats through the dark room, leaving traces of hate and sadness in the air.
“You said she’d make him stop,” she says as her

mother hauls her to the door.
Don’t. This is none of your business. Let them go. Shit!I heave a sigh. “Wait.”
They spin around. Hope flickers across the

mother’s face. The woman makes me sick. How dare she call herself a mother? She knows what her husband is up to. Why on earth did she never try to stop him? I remind myself this isn’t about her. It’s about the little girl.

“What’s your name?” I ask the kid.
“Jamie,” she replies, voice weak and broken.
I wave her over. When she doesn’t move, her

mother grabs her by the wrist and pulls her toward me. Ruthless bitch. Can’t she see her daughter is terrified?

Mother of the Year is probably expecting me to cast a spell or torment a voodoo doll. Yeah, you kinda get the wrong idea about magic when you’ve watched too many Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes. But real magic doesn’t come cheap. I wonder if the ruthless bitch is ready to pay the price.

I pull Jamie’s rigid body closer and put my forefinger on her third eye. The kid is already damaged beyond repair, but what I’m about to do will kill a piece of her soul forever.

“Close your eyes, Jamie.”





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Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.

Her love for writing started in the sixth grade where she annoyed her classmates with a short story featuring Sailor Moon characters, a cemetery, and creepy ghosts. Yes, she’s always been addicted to the dark side. Nadine writes paranormal romance. Her debut novel “Karma” the first book in her paranormal romance series Drag.Me.To.Hell. is published by the Wild Rose Press and will be out in May 2016. She has a serious girl crush on her protagonist Amanda Bishop.

Nadine has a BA in Comparative Religions and studied Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.





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Title: Trial By Charm
Series: The Charmed Trial Series
Genre: Young Adult Greek-Inspired Urban Fantasy

Synopsis:
Seventeen-year-old Julia Wright doesn’t understand her friends’ obsession with boys. She proudly maintains her composure no matter who is in her presence – though some annoying and rude boys still manage to grate her last nerve. Then she is blackmailed into being the manager of the men’s swim team, and finds herself face to face with the worst of them all.

Team Captain Vander Thelxinoe is the typical self-assured jock. He has the ability to change people’s minds at will, only his charms don’t work on Julia. Now he’s anxious to figure out why, and the closer he tries to get, the more desperate she is to stay away – especially when he somehow awakens a side of her she never knew existed.

Their unexpected friendship puts Julia in the middle of a quest she doesn’t quite understand. As her familiar world begins to unravel around her, Julia must partner with the one person who knows how to push her buttons – and, in doing so, discovers the unbelievable truth about who she really is.

Can Julia and Vander survive the trial set before them, or will they face the extreme consequences of failure?

Author: Jolene Buchheit
Biography:
As a substitute teacher, Jolene spends her days in high school classrooms harvesting material for her Young Adult novels. She also uses it as an outlet for fangirling by showing upcoming book-to-movie trailers at the end of class, or discussing vital issues like whether Katniss should have picked Gale or Peeta.

She is committed to helping Special Education teenagers become independent adults and helping them find a way to focus on the positive especially when life gets hard. At home, Jolene loves to cuddle with her husband, two kids, and three cats—sometimes all at once—while reading Young Adult books or repeatedly watching movies based on them.

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Excerpt 1
The school looks different with no lights on, no cars in the parking lot, and no other people around. Much like an amusement park in winter, it feels desolate and a bit sad. We park on a side street in the neighborhood behind the school so we don’t draw attention to ourselves and walk stealthily up to the gym’s entrance. Lissy holds the exterior door’s key up in her fist. Before she places it in the lock, she looks into my eyes. I nod, and then she turns to Taylor for the same look of affirmation.
She slides the key in the lock and opens the door. Our bodies are pressed tightly to the wall as we soundlessly tiptoe down the hall. With the way my heart is pounding in my chest, I swear people can hear it from a mile away. We make it past the gym, and can see the door to the women’s locker room a few yards in front of us, when I hear voices.
“Toss it here!” a male voice whispers, and I can’t tell where it is coming from.
We rush the remaining few feet to the locker room door, open it, and file in. Then we all jockey for position to look out the window in the door to see if we can find whom the voice belongs to, as well as to whom he was speaking. After a few minutes of craning our necks to try to catch a glimpse of the culprits, we hear a low rumble of laughter coming from behind the privacy wall. My heart starts to beat wildly and my palms start to sweat at the thought of being caught, maybe even arrested.
I knew this was a bad idea.
We turn around to find it’s not security or any off-duty teacher, but the ab models in the flesh: Wesley and Vander, co-captains of the men’s swim team, standing there in black sweats and hoodies. They don’t look as surprised to see us in here as we are to see them. It’s obvious that Vander is the one who spoke because his hands are empty, and Wesley’s are hidden behind his back.
“What are you doing here?” we all ask at the same time, like some Scooby-Doo cartoon moment.
No one offers an answer. Wesley’s dad is a science teacher in the building, and my heart sinks when I realize they might actually have permission to be here. But before it dips too low, it occurs to me that nobody would give these boys permission to be in the women’s locker room. A grin breaks out across my face at the sudden realization.
“I think you should explain why you are in the ladies’ room before we say anything.”
Lissy looks at me, and seeing my determination gives her the confidence to put her hands on her hips and add, “Yeah, boys, what do you think you’re doing in here?”
“Aww, aren’t you ladies happy to see me or are you just in shock because my being here makes all of your dreams come true?” Vander must really think he’s something special. I mean seriously, could he be any more full of himself? The sly grin on his face reeks of smugness, and when he offers what I assume is supposed to be a playful wink, it makes my skin crawl. But one look at my girls, and I can see why he seems so confident: they are nodding, smiling, and—Santa, save me—they are even batting their eyelashes!
The whole scene makes me roll my eyes. “I think I’d rather see the dentist for a root canal, but I will ask you one more time before I lose my shit and call security. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”
“The way I see it,” Vander starts in a low hiss-like whisper that sounds like a growl, running his hands through his straight, dark hair to sweep it out of his face. He tilts his head down, the move revealing a blue-eyed pendant around his neck, and peers at us from the top of his eyes. “None of us are supposed to be here. But we’ve got what we came here for, and we can leave now without you remembering that you even saw us.”
Taylor and Lissy both nod at him as if they are stuck in some weird trance, but I am above agreeing with doing whatever he says. Who does he think he is?
“What the hell are you talking about, Vander? Why would I forget I saw you here?” I ignore the shocked look on his face and turn to his partner in crime. “And what the hell are you hiding behind your back, Wesley?”
As if on auto-pilot, he starts to move his hands and I lean in for a better view.
“Don’t show her, Wes!” Vander shouts, but it’s too late. I’ve already seen the red, lacy bra, laying in his hands like an offering to me. I recognize it instantly as belonging to Maddie Tucker, the captain of our swim team.
“What do you think you’re going to do with that?” I reach for it, sure that whatever they plan to do will not be anything good.
Vander grabs it before I can, puts it behind his back, and locks his gaze with mine again. In the strange whisper he used before, he says, “You never saw anything. You never saw me, you never saw Wesley, and you certainly never saw Madeline’s bra.”
“I sure as hell did see you and Wesley with your paws all over Maddie’s bra! And if you don’t stop with that creepy growly voice shit, I’m going to kick you in the balls so hard, you will taste the scum on the bottom of my shoe!”
Vander’s blue-green eyes are now as wide as I have ever seen them. He seems thoroughly thrown off by my threat. I turn to see why the girls aren’t backing me up here, but they are both sitting on a bench with their heads together, whispering and giggling. This is no time to act so ridiculous! What are they thinking?
Vander reaches up, pushes Wesley’s dreadlocks out of the way, and covers his ears for him. Wesley’s dark eyes show confusion, but Vander nods at him reassuringly. Then Vander starts to sing, “Goodnight, ladies, goodnight, ladies—” like a scene straight out of a musical.
My first thought during this is that they must have been eavesdropping on us at Taylor’s house when we made plans to come here and somehow overheard my desire to break out in song. That is a totally ridiculous notion, though, so I let it go. My second thought is concerning how my knees are giving out from beneath me, and I am about to go down—hard. My eyelids get so heavy I have to blink and I struggle to open my eyes again, as my body starts to tip over. Suddenly, Vander stops singing, lets go of Wesley’s ears, and grabs me before he lays me down on the floor.
The tile feels cold and refreshing against my cheek. The floor of the locker room gives me a vantage point I’ve never seen before—how lovely everything looks from down here. The lockers are getting blurry and dancing around a bit.
Vander’s spinning face comes into my view. “You look tired, Julia.”
“Yeah, I’m just going to take a little nap.”
His smirk is the last thing I see before my eyes flutter closed.

My review 

Well wow!!! I totally loved this story of Julia and Vander. It's such a fantastic play with Greek mythology and I absolutely will not spoil this. I kept trying to think of what Vander was supernaturally speaking and I didn't know until a few good chapters in. Seriously though, that mystery was fun figuring it out. I loved that Julia complimented Vander while still being able to be herself and have her BFF time. No need to be the damsel in distress. She pretty much is a bad ass on her own. And I loved that it was more hate at first sight than love. The relationship that bloomed between Julia and Vander was much more realistic because of this. I also seriously enjoyed her two besties and Wealey, Vander's right hand man. They add a great deal of fun to the story. And I know I'm speaking vaguely about everything but I'm trying to figure out how to say what I want to say without spoiling. 

The quest part definitely had me going. I loved that in the end it was something that everyone should have but so many know or understand. And the writing is FANTASIC!! I loved every second of the one and I can't wait to see who is going to pop in for book two! Oh yes I'm definitely going to grab book two because this is just too good not to! So if you love a good realistic ya fantasy with some excellent twists on Greek mythology, seriously grab this one! It definitely was worth it and not at all like anything I've read in a while!! 5 SLIPPERY PAWS!!