JULIE NICHOLLS – AUTHORSDB FIRST, #1 AUTHOR 2016

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***Trigger warning:  The following excerpt contains material that may be distubing for some readers.  If depictions of domestic abuse upset you, this may not be the story for you.

 

Captivated By The Winter King: Chapter One:

Rain poured from the sky making a steady drumming sound against the car. Kate listened as the patter of the raindrops harmonized with the swish-swish of the windshield wipers as they fought a valiant battle to keep the glass clear enough to see through. The white noise the combination made was a perfect accompaniment to the static that filled her mind. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might be in shock and she pondered that possibility in a desultory manner.

 

The air outside was hot and humid, but Kate had turned the air conditioning in the car up all the way, causing everything to feel cool and clammy. She shivered. It wasn’t even the honest chill of winter, but instead a sticky, moist dankness that seemed to settle into her bones yet still left her skin and throat dry. But she was grateful that the junker of a car at least had a functioning air conditioner. Kate hated hot weather.

 

She had never wanted to leave the northeast to spend the winter in Florida. That was Erik’s idea. Predictably, her mother had agreed with him and pressured Kate into making the trip. Agatha Graham was always in favor of anything that might move Kate and Erik closer to matrimony.

 

Tears filled Kate’s pale gray eyes as she thought about her now ex-fiance. He was a beautiful man, who seemed to have been painted in shades of gold. Even at thirty-seven, his hair remained a lovely dark blonde. His hairline started just a few inches above his eyebrows and showed no signs of thinning. He wore his short tresses slicked back in a shiny business-appropriate style that created the illusion that he wore a golden helmet. A large man, with a powerful build, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his frame. At six foot two, his height topped even her own impressive five feet eleven inches. His eyes were a warm chocolate brown, but it had been quite some time since she had seen him look at her with anything but coldness in them.

 

For years, she had tried to make things work between them. Not because she loved him or thought he loved her, but because her mother was so determined to see them together. She could hear Agatha’s voice in her head even now. “Smile, dear, and think about how comfortable your life will be with him. He’s a good provider, and will give you a position in society. A woman can put up with a lot to gain that.”

 

Fighting back both the moisture in her eyes and the echoes of her mother’s words, Kate tried to figure out where she should go and what she was going to do for money. She would be okay for a while, her Nana had left her an inheritance when she died and Kate had kept that money safe in a bank account that Erik didn’t know about. But it wouldn’t be long before she would need to find a job, and she had no idea how to go about doing that.

 

Her mother had pushed Kate at Erik since just after she graduated from high school. Kate had managed to evade her mother’s matchmaking efforts long enough to start college, but by the time she finished her Junior year the combined pressure from Erik and Agatha had convinced her to drop out of school and focus her attention on pleasing her fiance. Not that she had ever succeeded in making him happy. So, Kate never started her Senior year and had failed to earn a degree.

 

With no degree or work experience, she was at a loss as to how to find a job that would pay enough for her to live on. Going back to school might be an option, but she had no idea how to find out if any of the classes she had already completed could be used in a new program or how long it might take to finish a degree. Kate knew her situation wasn’t unique, lots of women had been abused by their husbands or boyfriends, and most didn’t have a safety net like what her Nana left her. But she had never before realized how dependent she was on Erik and her mother.

 

At thirty-two years old, Kate had never lived on her own. She had never needed to find an apartment, arrange for utility services, find or hold a job, or do any of the other things most adults took for granted. Even during her brief stint in college, she had stayed close to home and lived first with her mother, and then with Erik. One of her ex-fiance’s favorite things to berate her with was her utter uselessness. And, to her shame, she couldn’t argue with him.

 

Oh, she had done charity work, served on various committees for different organizations, and decorated and kept the homes that Erik had provided for them. In short, she had spent her time doing all the things women who belonged to rich, important men did. But, as her ex-fiance was fond of pointing out to her, none of that was worth a whole lot.

 

In all honesty, her biggest accomplishment in life was knowing how to shop. Even her mother, ever ready to aid her only daughter with well-directed criticism, admitted that Kate always had impeccable taste and an infallible eye for aesthetics. In spite of her impossible figure, and the frizzy, orange-red hair that defied hair dye and styling products, Kate always looked well-groomed and elegant. With an uncanny nose for classic style and timeless beauty, Kate could make even flea market finds fashionable. It was that saving grace that had allowed her to decorate a man like Erik’s arm for the last twelve years.

 

But a talent for shopping, dressing, and decorating wouldn’t put money in the bank or food on her table. At least, she couldn’t see how it would, and she didn’t have anyone to turn to for advice. Her mother wasn’t an option. Agatha had made it clear on more than one occasion that if Kate didn’t make things work with Erik, she would wash her hands of her.

 

It had been the older woman’s life-long goal to improve her position within society, and to secure one for her daughter, and she had long ago decided that marrying Kate to Erik was the way to do it. After all, Erik’s family connections were beyond reproach, coming as he did from old money. And the man himself was a successful, respected attorney who was a partner in a large, prestigious law firm. He was exactly what Agatha had been training Kate to attract and marry from the time the girl was a toddler.

 

Her mother meant well, Kate knew that, and she did what she did out of love. But sometimes her words cut deeper than any knife could reach. Kate was never pretty enough, demure enough, or feminine enough to please her mother. She had always been tall and slender for her age, and when she hit puberty things had only gotten worse. Taller than all the girls and most of the boys in her age group, Kate had been gawky and socially awkward as a teenager. Her mother would mock her, calling her beanpole and Olive Oil when she became frustrated with her daughter’s angular frame. Agatha was forever trying to get Kate to pad her clothing and had even tried to convince her daughter to have surgery to enhance her figure. But it was Kate’s height that was the final straw that caused her mother to give up changing her appearance as an impossible task.

 

Agatha considered Kate’s looks mannish and beyond redemption, so instead she channeled her energy into molding her daughter’s behavior. She insisted her only child’s education focus on art, music, and deportment; and refused to allow Kate to study subjects like math or science, except the bare minimum required by law. As a result, Kate’s skill at balancing a checkbook was far below her ability to arrange form and color to produce a final product that was pleasing to the eye.

 

No, her mother would not be at all sympathetic to Kate’s plight, and could not be counted upon to provide assistance. As for friends, Kate had them once, but somehow they all seemed to drift away over the years. She knew why that was, and it was her own fault for allowing it. Erik had always been jealous of Kate’s time. He worked long hours under stressful conditions and expected her to always be available to cater to his needs when he wanted her. That made keeping in touch with friends almost impossible.

 

Of course, that suited him just fine; he’d never liked any of her friends anyway. He preferred that she spend her time at home, taking care of their apartment and making sure everything was kept the way he liked it. It had always been his argument that he was devoted to her, and so he should be enough to satisfy all her needs.

 

To prove his commitment, he had proposed to her in lavish style a few years into their relationship; even though they had been living together for several years. She would never forget their engagement; it had warmed her many times when the realities of their life together left her cold. On her twenty-fifth birthday, he had surprised her with a date of fairytale splendor. The evening began with him picking her up from their apartment in a horse-drawn carriage and taking her to the fanciest restaurant in town. There, he ordered Dom Perignon and beluga caviar, followed by filet mignon, grilled white asparagus, and a delicate potato mousse. He spent the entire time making her feel as if she were the only person in his universe.

 

They had talked for hours, and he had complimented her both on her looks and on her opinions. She had never felt as beautiful, articulate, or special as she did on that night. After dessert, he pulled a black velvet box out of his coat pocket and got down on one knee before her. Every eye in the restaurant was on them as he explained how much he loved and cherished her and that it was his greatest wish that she would allow him the privilege of doing so for the rest of their lives. Then he had opened the box and revealed a flawless, emerald-cut diamond ring. He had slipped the jewelry onto the ring finger of her left hand as she sat before him speechless. The stone had covered her entire digit to the first knuckle.

 

The people in the ritzy establishment had applauded and even whistled as she forced her stunned muscles to work and nodded her head in an affirmative answer to his question. He stood, pulling her up with him, and gave her the most tender and passionate kiss she had ever experienced. They rode home together in the back of a luxurious limousine, necking and carrying on like two teenagers on their way home from the prom. When they had arrived at their apartment building, he actually carried her through the front door and into the elevator.

 

That night he made love to her as if she were the most precious thing on earth. She actually achieved orgasm, something she had never done with him before or since. When she awoke, she was convinced she had found the Prince Charming she would spend the rest of her life with. After he had left for work that morning, she called her mother and told her all about it. Agatha, of course, had been ecstatic and had pushed for a quick wedding date. But after seven years, one had never materialized.

 

After that one magical night, Erik had gone back to treating her as he always had. Except that over time his barbs got a little sharper and his demeanor a little chillier. There always seemed to be some condition she needed to meet before he would agree to set a wedding date. No matter what she did, it was never good enough. She was never good enough.

 

She had bowed to his pressure and followed her mother’s advice for years, and things just kept getting worse and worse. With her friends long-gone, it had been easy for him to convince her to give up her charity endeavors one after another. After all, if she wanted to be his wife, she would need to keep her schedule open so that she would be available to meet his needs. Anytime she left their apartment, she would first need to gain approval from him for the errand and give him a precise timetable for when she would return. This was, of course, so that he would know where to reach her if he needed her.

 

Then there was sex. She grimaced just thinking about it. Sex was always to be available to Erik upon demand. If she even thought about refusing or making an excuse, he would treat her coldly for days afterward and threaten to find someone else to meet his needs. It might have been bearable had she enjoyed sex with him, but after the night of their proposal he had never gone to any trouble to see to her pleasure. As a result, sex became a chore, something she needed to endure long enough for him to slake his lust on her body. Even that might not have been so bad if he had just wanted a convenient hole to pump himself into, but he began insisting on things that she didn’t want to do.

 

It started with him getting rougher and rougher with her. If she cried out in pain, it just excited him and spurred him to hurt her more. She was afraid to find out what would happen if she complained or told him to stop. But when he suggested asking another woman to join them, she had put her foot down and refused. The result had terrified her.

 

That was the first time she had told him “no” in a long time. A look of maniacal fury had filled his eyes, and he flew across the room to grab her. The first blow had surprised her, but she saw it when he drew his fist back to punch her again. She had tried to raise her arms to protect herself but, for all her height, Erik was much stronger than her. He spent several minutes pummeling her, and when he let her go she fell at his feet like a rag doll, sobbing out her fear and horror.

 

He had stood there looking at her for a few minutes, and then stormed from the room and out of the apartment. After a while, she had collected herself and made her painful way home to her mother. Agatha had taken one look at the bruises that covered her daughter’s face and made an immediate trip to the nearest high-end department store. She returned with half the store’s inventory of foundation and cover-up cosmetics and proceeded to instruct Kate on how to conceal the evidence of the beating.  The remaining cosmetics were gifted to Kate in case they should be needed to cover any future beatings her fiance administered. Not once had her mother entertained the suggestion that Kate should leave Erik. Her social ambitions unaffected, Agatha had insisted her daughter return to her abuser immediately.

 

Hurt and not knowing what else to do, Kate had complied and returned to the apartment she shared with Erik. She never asked her mother for help again. Erik had been waiting for her when she arrived home. He met her with a gorgeous bouquet of roses, an expensive diamond tennis bracelet, and a sincere-sounding apology. Begging her forgiveness, he vowed he would never lay a hand on her in anger again.

 

Kate knew that wasn’t true. She had seen the after-school specials and knew that people who abused their partners didn’t stop unless they participated in serious therapy. And even that was no guarantee. Not that she would dare suggest that Erik see a shrink, she could imagine his reaction and it sent chills down her spine. But she had nowhere else to go. Not believing him, but feeling that she had no choice, Kate had forgiven him. Of course, that was only the first of many beatings.

 

For a while afterward, Erik had treated her better. He seemed to make an effort to restrain his temper and had acted as though her happiness mattered to him. Things were good, for a while, and she almost convinced herself that she was wrong. For a while, she thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be the exception. That he truly was sorry and would never hit her again. For a while.

 

But it wasn’t all that long before she said something that again made him angry. Just like all the textbooks said, a cycle of him beating her and then apologizing and promising not to do it again repeated over and over. Each iteration of the cycle had a shorter cooling-off period, the beatings coming with greater frequency. Each time he blamed stress and pressure from work, and each time she forgave him because she didn’t know what else to do.

 

In fact, one of the reasons for their trip to Florida had been so that he would have the opportunity to relax and feel less stressed out. He had told her he needed a vacation, and that the snow and dark skies of the northeast winter made him feel anxious and depressed. Some time off and fun in the sun was all he needed, he insisted, to recharge and get a better handle on his temper.

 

They had been in Florida for a little over a month, and he had beaten her three times. She had achieved an almost academic detachment, and found it interesting that his apologies had changed. In the past, when he apologized he had taken the blame and promised to change. Now, he was blaming her and suggesting ways for her to change. She became pretty sure it wouldn’t be long before he killed her and had found it quite difficult to muster up any concern over the matter. Until the last beating.

 

The two of them were staying in a small cottage on the beach. Erik loved the sand and the surf, and the sun just gave his golden skin a little darker tone. Kate had the delicate, fair complexion that matched her fiery red hair, and her skin turned a shade to rival her tresses when she spent any time in the sun.

 

Kate had stayed behind while Erik went out to give his new boogie board a try. Her refusal to come and cheer him on had annoyed him, and she had thought it might be a good idea to do something to mitigate his anger. It occurred to her that if she made him his favorite dinner of scallops and linguini he might be appeased enough to let her lack of enthusiasm for sun worshiping go.

 

Leaving him a note about where she was going, just in case it took longer than she thought it would, Kate hurried to the market. She figured a quick trip to get the supplies she would need for such a meal, and she might, with luck, be back before he realized she had left. But she hadn’t accounted for southern Florida traffic.

 

By the time she returned, he had been waiting for her for quite some time. As she entered the kitchen to put the groceries away, she noted the stiff, still way he sat in the living room. The television was on and he appeared to be watching some kind of sports game, but his jaw was clenched tight and a tick had started at the corner of his left eye. She knew she was in trouble, but had forged ahead with making the meal. Maybe the smell of the food cooking would help him calm down.

 

With the garlic, scallions, and mushrooms sizzling in a skillet with butter and olive oil, she set a pot of water to boil for the pasta. The scallops themselves would cook in almost no time, and the pasta was fresh and would take only a couple of minutes. If she timed it perfectly, everything would be done at just about the same time, and would be piping hot and delicious when she served it to him.

 

Just as she laid the scallops in the pan, he had come up behind her. She jumped when she turned to find him there, but quickly looked away from the icy rage in his eyes. “I’m making your favorite tonight,” she had mumbled. “Scallops and linguini in a cream and butter sauce. If you go sit down, it should be ready in just a few minutes and I’ll bring it to you.”

 

He had moved closer, caging her against the counter with his body, and she shrank into herself and refused to meet his gaze. He raised one hand and held it, trembling, by her face. As if he intended to cup her cheek. But she knew better.

 

“Where were you, Kate?” he asked, his voice shaking with suppressed fury. “You weren’t here when I got back. I thought you weren’t feeling well enough to go out?”

 

“I-I-I,” she stuttered. Swallowing, she forced herself to form coherent words. “I wanted to surprise you. I thought you would like it if I made your favorite dinner.”

 

“You know how upset it makes me when I don’t know where you are, Kate. You know I worry when I don’t know how to find you.” The volume of his voice increased with each sentence. “You know you’re supposed to ask me before you go anywhere.” He was almost yelling.

 

Gulping, Kate pointed to where the note still sat on the counter. “I left you a note. I just wanted to do something special for you.”

 

In two strides, he went to snatch the note off of the counter and was back, forcing her to huddle against the counter. He crushed the paper in his fist. “You’re so fucking stupid, Kate! I don’t want a fucking note telling me where you are! I want you to have the fucking guts to tell me yourself!” he screamed into her face.

 

She had grimaced at the insult and the crude language. “I know, Erik, I’m sorry,” she said, trying to pacify him. “I’ll try to do better.” A weak smile flashed across her face and she pointed at the pan that was still on the stove. “I need to turn the scallops over now, or they’ll burn. You don’t want your lovely dinner to burn. Why don’t you go sit down and let me bring you something nice to eat?” she pleaded.

 

With a roar, he had flung the hot pan and boiling water across the room. Kate had screamed and tried to duck around him to run, but he had grabbed her and slung her to the floor. He kicked her in the ribs. “You stupid, fucking, cunt!” he screamed as he dragged her up and threw her against a wall.

 

Her head had bounced off of the wall when she hit it, and she had seen stars. She watched as his fist descended, and she had thought that he was finally going to do it. That this was the time when he would finally kill her. She didn’t remember much after that until she woke up.

 

It was unusual for him to knock her out when he beat her. In general, he preferred when she was aware and terrified. As a result, she was a bit disoriented when she came to. She hadn’t moved at first; she had only lain there on the floor and listened. Her whole body throbbed in a symphony of pain. She had breathed through her mouth, trying not to whimper, desperate to remain still and silent.

 

But Erik wasn’t there. As she continued to strain her ears for any hint as to his location and mood, she became aware of a rushing sound. It took her a while, but she finally figured out it was just the sound of her own blood moving through her head. It was so quiet and still, that’s all there was to hear.

 

Kate had realized that she had an opportunity, and she needed to take it. For some reason, this beating had shaken loose the apathy that had possessed her for years. She had believed that she was going to die and had realized that she didn’t want to. For the first time since the horrible nightmare began, she felt the reality of the threat Erik posed to her and she was terrified. She wasn’t ready to die yet! With a new resolve, she forced herself to get up off of the floor. It involved a lot of pain and suppressed cries but, determined, she made it to her feet.

 

She went to the bathroom and washed the blood from her face. Her features were distorted where the contusions Erik had inflicted were already swelling. She decided just to let the wounds show. She felt broken inside, it seemed appropriate for her appearance to match. Moving to the bedroom, she had dug a large suitcase out of the back of the closet.

 

For years, Kate had kept this suitcase packed, and she took it with her whenever she and Erik traveled. She had never opened it before, and he had never asked her about it. A fact for which she was grateful. In the suitcase were all the clothes she still had from before she moved in with Erik. Ever since she and Erik had started living together, he had paid for all her expenses, including her clothing. But the clothes in the suitcase were hers. She supposed, on some level, she must have been planning this for a long time.

 

One of the things that Erik liked to threaten her with anytime he thought she might leave, was that if she took any of the things he bought for her, he would have her arrested on charges of theft. With his connections in the legal community, she had little doubt he could follow through on his threat. But the contents of the suitcase hadn’t been bought by him.

 

She had removed her torn, bloody clothing, and changed into some of the clothes that were in the suitcase. For the first time, she was glad she hadn’t gained any weight since college. Her preference for classic, timeless garments also stood her in good stead. In spite of the fact that the clothing in the suitcase was over a decade old, it fit her perfectly and wouldn’t stand out if she wore it in public.

 

After removing the engagement ring she had worn for seven years, she had left it on the top of the bureau in the bedroom. Then she gathered up a few other personal items that hadn’t been purchased by Erik and called a cab. When the taxi arrived, she had the driver take her to an ATM where she withdrew $500 of the money that her Nana had left for her. It wasn’t much to start a life on, but it was too late for the banks to be open and the ATM had a limit. She figured it would be enough to pay for the cab and rent a car so she could get as far away from Erik as possible.

 

The driver kept throwing furtive looks in the rear view mirror at the bruises that decorated her face, but he didn’t say anything as he drove her to the car rental agency. The only such business in town that was still open at that late hour had a limited selection of available vehicles. In fact, there was only one, and there was little doubt as to why that particular car had yet to be rented out.

 

The gentleman who waited on her apologized for the lack of quality and offered to at least have their service mechanic go over the car when he arrived in the morning. Kate had informed him that she was in a hurry and would take whatever they had. Casting a quick glance at the wounds on her face before letting his eyes slide away, the man hadn’t argued.

 

Which was how, she reflected, she had come to be driving in the pouring rain, on a deserted country road, at night, by herself. She had been afraid to take any of the main interstate highways. Not knowing where Erik had gone or when he might return, she didn’t know how much time she had before he realized she was gone. Once he did, it seemed likely he would use his connections in law enforcement to have her detained. She didn’t want to risk being found.

 

Before leaving town, she had stopped at an all-night convenience store to fill up the car’s gas tank and buy some portable food and beverages. She had also purchased a map and found the road she was currently on. In theory, it would take her all the way to Georgia. It seemed like a serviceable enough road. Her only real problem with it was that the storm and the lack of streetlights resulted in a stygian effect that created the surreal illusion that she was the only person in the world.

 

It was funny because she had felt that way for quite some time, but it took a drive through the dark to make her realize it. Oh, Kate had read all the books. She knew the psychological theories behind domestic abuse. She knew that being able to isolate their victims was one of the key elements that abusers depended on. The texts always made it seem so cut and dried, with clean lines and clear edges, something easily defined, identified, and avoided. But the reality wasn’t that simple.

 

The advice was always the same: leave. But it wasn’t that easy to just pick up and leave one’s whole life behind; to have nowhere to go and no idea how to get started with a plan. Even now, Kate didn’t have a clue where she was heading. The only thought in her head when she had left was to get away. But get away to where? At the moment, all she knew was that she was heading north. She wanted to see the snow; she was tired of hot, sticky weather.

 

But she knew she couldn’t go home to the apartment she had shared with Erik. She couldn’t even risk going back to the same town. She didn’t want him to find her. Seeking help from her mother was also out of the question. So she had followed the advice that all the experts gave to domestic abuse victims, she had left. But she had nowhere to go.

 

There were supposed to be agencies that would help women who were fleeing from abusers, but where were they? How did one go about making contact with such an agency? Who would she even ask? She couldn’t go to the police. If she did, Erik would use that to track her down.

 

There had been many times when Kate had listened to other women sneer that they would never allow a man to hit them. That if any man ever tried, they would leave. That any woman who put up with such behavior was a fool. She might be a fool, she had certainly been told she was often enough, but Kate also knew it wasn’t that simple. Being beaten for so many years had been terrible; it had been awful to always be afraid and have to tiptoe around Erik’s moods. But at least it was the devil she knew. Now she was faced with the fear of the unknown.

 

Even with all that, Kate knew she was lucky. She had the money Nana had left her and she didn’t have any children. She couldn’t even imagine trying to make this trip with kids in tow. Women who managed to escape domestic abuse with their children were amazing, and true heroes. She had no idea how they did it. That kind of strength was beyond her.

 

The thoughts running around and around her head were driving her crazy. It was like having a rat in her brain that was gnawing to get out, and she couldn’t bear to be alone with them anymore. She reached a trembling hand out to turn on the radio, hoping for something soft and soothing. Feeling lost in the darkness, she needed a message of hope.

 

Instead, the station the radio was tuned to was playing something loud and jarring. Dangerous sounding. She couldn’t take it, and looked away from the road to change the channel. As she fiddled with the radio trying to find music that would help calm her, she kept flicking her eyes up to keep track of where she was going.

 

Suddenly, a cat appeared in the cone of illumination thrown out by the headlights. Kate had barely a second to register the half-drowned animal’s presence before slamming on the brakes and praying that the car would stop in time. As she skidded across the wet road, one of the car’s rear tires blew and she lost control. The vehicle careened off the edge of the pavement, and down an embankment into a patch of forest along the side of the road. Kate fought for control and tried to steer enough to avoid the trees, but the momentum of the car and gravity carried her deeper and deeper into the woods.

 

An enormous tree loomed large right in front of her, and Kate knew she would never avoid it. She threw her arms up over her face to protect her head and braced herself for the impact and the sound of shattering glass and shearing metal. It never came. Instead, the light from the headlights seemed to be swallowed up into a well of darkness, and the car started spinning. As the vehicle spiraled faster and faster, it made Kate dizzy and disoriented her even more. Pressure built in her head, and just when she thought her eyes were going to explode out of their sockets, her world seemed to shatter and everything went dark.

 

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Darkness and Dragons (Tal’Avern Chronicles Book 2)

Synopsis

The world of Tal’Avern is in turmoil. In the northern part of the Province, an open rebellion has raged for more than two years against Queen Salia, which began shortly after she assumed the throne. To the west, in the lands of Mar’Druk, the dwarves stay isolated within their mountain cities, wanting nothing to do with the problems that plague their once-close allie
s. And to the south, in the hot and desolate lands known as the Ashlands, something stirs and looks to the north with desires of war and conquest.

Old friends will reunite, and new companions newdarknesscoverwill join their cause as a harsh winter sets in. Time is growing short. When spring arrives, the Second Great War is certain to begin. The dwarves will need allies if they hope to survive, while Salia faces threats on two sides. Even the shadow realm falls under attack.

A darkness is coming, and with it – dragons

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Through Trials and Towers (Tal’Avern Chronicles Book 3)

  Synopsis

As the harsh winter ends, Tal’Avern is on the brink of war. The great wall that stretched across the southern border of the Province has been destroyed and is engulfed in flames, but the fires won’t burn for long. When they go out, the waiting hordes of goblins and Slaath will sweep up from the Ashlands and into the Province unchallenged. In the lands of Mar’Druk, the dwarves will be facing a relentless foe against the combined might of the united clans of orcs. trials_towers_cover

What chance does the world have against such odds? What hope is there against armies who are led by a god that is bent on conquering the world? Against dragons that can’t be killed, who bring death and destruction with their very breath?

Varik, Chaz, Camila, and Wrinn begin their search for the lost towers of Zanimarith, where they hope to find the answers to defeating Visanith, while Jenna, Rhogar, and Esmara head off in search of a way to fight back against the dragons.

If they fail, Tal’Avern will fall to the darkness that is poised to sweep north and engulf the entire world. The stage is set. The war is about to begin. And everyone has a part to play in it.

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The Exiled (The Exiled Trilogy Book 1)

Synopsis

David’s ordinary life takes a drastic turn when he finds out that he holds the key to a struggle that has been going on fonewexiledcover2r ages. Hunted by one side, sworn to be protected by the other, David discovers that the fate of humanity itself rests upon him, and that the world he has always known is not what it seems. The veil that hides the truth is lifted, showing him what hides behind it.

The game has begun.

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The Exiled: Continuation (The Exiled Trilogy Book 2)

 Synopsis

The veil that shrouds the world is lifted again when David and Celeste are thrust once more into a struggle to save humanity. This time it is their daughter, Kaly, who is the target in a game they thought that they had won. As she discovers who she really is, Kaly finds that she has no choice but to play her part in the game.
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Old friends will reunite, and new friends will be made. Bonds will be made, and others severed. Secrets will be revealed. Deceptions will take place. Horrors and nightmares will come to life.

The game has not ended. This is simply it’s Continuation.

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The Exiled: Infinity (The Exiled Trilogy Book 3)

Synopsis

The veil that has shrouded the world is torn away in this, the final book of the Exiled trilogy. As humanity faces the threat of extinction against a relentless foe who has planned everything so meticulously that there seems to be no chance to succeed, a desperate struggle for the survival of all humanity begins. exiled3cover2

Kaly’s search for answers begins a journey that will test her beyond anything she has ever imagined, while Cody takes a journey of his own to try and discover a way to stop the threat.

Humanity’s very survival rests upon finding a way to stop a foe that is unstoppable. Conflicts will take place. Sacrifices must be made. Old friends and enemies will meet once more. One way or the other, it will be an ending that will last for Infinity.

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MISTRAL DAWN AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT

Mistral Dawn Author Spotlight & Giveaway

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Mistral Dawn

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Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who currently lives in the SE US.  She moves around quite a bit, and has lived on both US coasts, but somehow never in the middle.  When she isn’t writing fantasy, romance novels or impersonating a graduate student, she rescues cats and kittens out of her home.  Please spay or neuter your pets!


Taken By The Huntsman by Mistral DawnTakenbytheHuntsman Amazon

Series: Book #1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publication Date: September 9, 2014

 

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Discarded and ignored by those around her for most of her life, Cassie is a lonely human woman struggling to find her place in the world and meaning in her life. Cadeyrn is the Erlking, the leader of the Wild Hunt, a hundreds of thousands of years old Fae who has always known his purpose. He has spent his entire long existence tracking the criminals of Fairie and punishing them for their crimes.
While hunting for the murderer of a child who has escaped to Earth Cadeyrn comes across Cassie and realizes that she is the one that the great mother goddess has designated as his soul mate. He kidnaps her and takes her to his fortress in Fairie to protect her from his many enemies. He knows she will be angry and that he’ll have to work to earn her trust, but he finds his task to be even more challenging than he had thought it would be due to Cassie’s difficulty in opening her heart.
Will Cadeyrn be able to convince Cassie that the bond between them is real and earn her love?

Bound By The Summer Prince by Mistral Dawn

Series: Book #2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publication Date: September 9, 2014

 

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The Summer Court is in an uproar. The king has just been executed for unpardonable crimes, and the queen is prostrate with grief over his loss. This leaves the Summer kingdom bereft of true leadership; a problem which is compounded by the fact that the laws of Fairie require balance to be maintained by having a male and a female ruler for both Season Courts at all times. Uaine, the Summer prince, is the only one who can put things right, but he is without a mate. Knowing that he must take a bride quickly, for the sake of his people, even though he is struggling with his own feelings of pain and anger over his father’s treachery, he goes for a walk in a forest near the palace to try to clear his head and determine how best to choose a female to rule beside him.BoundByTheSummerPrince Amazon2
While walking Uaine discovers a human female running loose in Fairie, which is against the most basic tenets of Fae law. Furious at one more problem he must deal with, he takes her prisoner and locks her in the dungeon; only to discover later that she is his soul-mate. The magical bond between them means they are meant to be together forever, but humans can’t feel the magic of Fairie. Will Uaine be able to win her heart and convince her that she can trust him to keep her safe from all the dangers of Fairie…including himself?
Roni is a human con woman and petty thief. Having run afoul of the local crime syndicate in the city where she is staying, she finds herself running for her life. Trouble is no stranger to her, but when she falls through a hole in a wall and finds herself in a world with carnivorous trees and rocks that eat people she realizes she may have found more of it than she can deal with. Rescued/arrested by the prince of the Summer Court, it doesn’t take long for her to formulate a plan to use him to get herself home. Unfortunately for her, she soon finds that her heart, which she had thought long ago turned to stone, has begun to feel the love she has been playing at. Will she be able to overcome a lifetime of caution and allow herself to follow her heart? Can a criminal love a cop?

 

Excerpt from Bound By The Summer Prince:

Roni lay with her head pillowed on Uaine’s shoulder, and his arm around her.  Just the feel of his body next to hers was enough to bring carnal images to her mind.  Tilting her head up, she looked at him and gave him a wicked smile.

Laughing at the mischief in her expression, Uaine said, “And just what might you be thinking?”

“Would you like me to show you?”

“Hmmmm…I don’t know.  That’s quite a look of deviltry in your eyes.”

“Ha! Coward! You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”

“Ah, how could any male refuse such a challenge?” He smiled. “Do your worst, my love.”

Sitting up, Roni pulled her shirt over her head and wiggled out of her pants.  Wearing only her lacy bra and panties, she got up onto her knees and put her hands on her hips, looking at the prince appraisingly.

Uaine just lay back, with his arms crossed behind his head, and cocked an eyebrow at her.

Grinning, she grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head, so it covered his face.

He started to sit up. “Hey!”

She put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down. “Uh, uh, uh! Stay where you are.”

When he had subsided, Roni kissed his exposed neck, and down to his collarbone. Uaine’s breathing deepened, as she slowly made her way down to his chest.  Running her fingers lightly over his body, she traced the outlines of his muscles.

Gently plucking at his nipples with her fingers, she kissed her way down his chest to suck the right one between her lips.  While her right hand played with his left nipple, her left hand slowly trailed down to cup him through his pants.  He bucked into her hand, and moaned as she began to caress him.

Intrigue In The Summer Court by Mistral Dawn

Series: Book #3
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publication Date: February 25, 2014

 

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Jillian knows something bad is going to happen! She has been a loyal adviser to the throne and friend of the queen, Briallen, for thousands of years, and now Roni and Uaine’s wedding and coronation are to take place in just a couple days. The Summer Court will have a new king and queen, who, it is hoped, can repair the damage and heal the schism the late king created.Intrigue In The Summer Court Cover
But Jillian can’t shake the feeling that trouble is brewing. Many of the Summer nobles aren’t happy about the changes that are taking place in the Summer Court, and many of the other Fae just aren’t too sure about having a human on the throne…even if she has been blessed by the goddess. When Angelica, the leader of the Pixies, comes to her with news of a plot to murder the prince and princess, Jillian’s suspicions are confirmed. Will the two of them be able to unravel this conspiracy in time to save the royal couple? Or will prejudice prevail, and the hope for peace in Fairie be lost forever?

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MEET KAREN M MCFARLAND-ANOTHER ‘AWESOME AUTHOR’

Hey peeps!!

I know you are going to love this author as her subject matter is extremely popular…Vampires. I met Karen after she contacted me to re vamp (snort) all her covers… and I was very pleased to be given that job! I am now friends with this lovely lady, and look forwards to getting my grubby mits on her books!

Song of the Vampire: Buy

Blurb:

In 1989, Quinn Forrester was a successful rock star living a dream with a wife, a baby daughter and a hit record. Little did he know that was all about to end the night he met Giselle, the mysterious vampire who would change his world forever. Eighteen yesong of the vamp fb sizears later, a chance meeting with Nadia, the daughter he abandoned as a baby the night he was turned, shakes his lonely, tormented world. Quinn and Nadia reconnect and bond, but Nadia’s fate is sealed. Saved by Quinn’s
blood, they guide each other through the dark world they have become a part of. As they help each other battle their demons, shocking lies, secrets and deceptions are revealed culminating in the discovery of the truth about the night Quinn was turned.

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Blurb:

New Orleans – an enchanted city filled with legends and folklore of Voodoo, vampires, and ghosts. Tucked away in the heart of the French Quarter is a secret vampire bar masked as the coolest music club on Bourbon Street owned by the hottest vampire, Quinn Forrester. Welcome to VAMPYR. Quinn and his vampire lover, under a bourbon street moon FB sizeGiselle, seem to have the perfect romance, but their relationship is put to the test when a beautiful mortal woman from his past and an adorable country singer, who has just arrived from Nashville with her own connection to Quinn, enter his world. While Quinn battles his past that has suddenly come back to haunt him, Giselle must decide if love is enough to save their turbulent relationship.

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Blurb:

Randi Brooks is back in town, and she only has eyes for one hot ageless vampire, Quinn Forrester. Quinn has his hands full as the owner of all three vampire bars in New Orleansmasquerage FB size and hires the attractive young mortal as his personal assistant. As Quinn and Randi grow closer, the successful entrepreneur also must deal with his unique blended household:
a vampire daughter, a mortal daughter who sees dead people, a spiritually connected vampire ex-girlfriend who is her mentor, and a deceased ex-wife that just won’t stay dead. Is his mansion big enough?

You can also get all three books in one in a paperback

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Author Info:

M. McFarland made her way into this world in Nashville, Tennessee and spent most of her childhood on the Florida beaches before making her way to the Big Easy. Facebook correct sizeImmediately falling in love with the city’s unique cultural flavors, she calls it home. Voodoo, vampires, ghosts, and haunted houses are a
ll a part of its ambiance and have been her inspiration as well as her fascination with New Orleans’ colorful history. She has a passion for photography and loves capturing the unusual. Aside from roaming the French Quarter researching her next book, she enjoys reading, music, art and spending time with family and friends. As long as there’s a cup of coffee and a glass of dry red wine in her day, life is good. Her secret ambition: to play the wicked witch of the west in “The Wizard of Oz” someday.

 

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MEET KAREN M MCFARLAND-ANOTHER ‘AWESOME AUTHOR’

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Hey peeps!!

I know you are going to love this author as her subject matter is extremely popular…Vampires. I met Karen after she contacted me to re vamp (snort) all her covers… and I was very pleased to be given that job! I am now friends with this lovely lady, and look forwards to getting my grubby mits on her books!

Song of the Vampire: Buy

Blurb:

In 1989, Quinn Forrester was a successful rock star living a dream with a wife, a baby daughter and a hit record. Little did he know that was all about to end the night he met Giselle, the mysterious vampire who would change his world forever. Eighteen yesong of the vamp fb sizears later, a chance meeting with Nadia, the daughter he abandoned as a baby the night he was turned, shakes his lonely, tormented world. Quinn and Nadia reconnect and bond, but Nadia’s fate is sealed. Saved by Quinn’s
blood, they guide each other through the dark world they have become a part of. As they help each other battle their demons, shocking lies, secrets and deceptions are revealed culminating in the discovery of the truth about the night Quinn was turned.

Under a Bourbon Street Moon: BUY

Blurb:

New Orleans – an enchanted city filled with legends and folklore of Voodoo, vampires, and ghosts. Tucked away in the heart of the French Quarter is a secret vampire bar masked as the coolest music club on Bourbon Street owned by the hottest vampire, Quinn Forrester. Welcome to VAMPYR. Quinn and his vampire lover, under a bourbon street moon FB sizeGiselle, seem to have the perfect romance, but their relationship is put to the test when a beautiful mortal woman from his past and an adorable country singer, who has just arrived from Nashville with her own connection to Quinn, enter his world. While Quinn battles his past that has suddenly come back to haunt him, Giselle must decide if love is enough to save their turbulent relationship.

Masquerade: BUY

Blurb:

Randi Brooks is back in town, and she only has eyes for one hot ageless vampire, Quinn Forrester. Quinn has his hands full as the owner of all three vampire bars in New Orleansmasquerage FB size and hires the attractive young mortal as his personal assistant. As Quinn and Randi grow closer, the successful entrepreneur also must deal with his unique blended household:
a vampire daughter, a mortal daughter who sees dead people, a spiritually connected vampire ex-girlfriend who is her mentor, and a deceased ex-wife that just won’t stay dead. Is his mansion big enough?

You can also get all three books in one in a paperback

BUYfront ebook FB size

Author Info:

M. McFarland made her way into this world in Nashville, Tennessee and spent most of her childhood on the Florida beaches before making her way to the Big Easy. Facebook correct sizeImmediately falling in love with the city’s unique cultural flavors, she calls it home. Voodoo, vampires, ghosts, and haunted houses are a
ll a part of its ambiance and have been her inspiration as well as her fascination with New Orleans’ colorful history. She has a passion for photography and loves capturing the unusual. Aside from roaming the French Quarter researching her next book, she enjoys reading, music, art and spending time with family and friends. As long as there’s a cup of coffee and a glass of dry red wine in her day, life is good. Her secret ambition: to play the wicked witch of the west in “The Wizard of Oz” someday.

 

WebsiteAmazon, TwitterFacebook,  Goodreads 

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CHILLING AND UNNERVING – NEW EBOOK RELEASE

Yes, that is the headline for this latest ebook release from Barbara Chioffi. I swear I don’t know this lady… where the hell does she dig up this stuff up? …no pun intended! *snort*

Halloween Trickery is a 99c ebook which contains three stories, all with a twist, and they are excellent.

Silk, Thirsty and Prey all make you think the story is going in one direction but then it throws you…which is fabulous!!!

Sneaky peek!!

Silk: halloween small fb

Feeling hands moving aside her clothing, she attempted to resist, but it was futile. Barely able to raise her arms, she had no choice but to give in. Duncan fastened her hands, one at a time, to the top corners of the bed, then, after disrobing her completely, he did the same with her feet below. Panic began to set in, but Duncan kissed away her fear.

Thirsty:

As I concluded, my one thought was fear that I gave away too much. Her expression, however, denoted only sympathy, and sighing with relief, I knew my secret was safe. She seemed to understand, not condemning me for my actions, actually giving them credence. I plied her with more wine, noting the fuzziness of her speech. The time was drawing near.

Prey:

Fastening her arms over her head, he left her facing forward on her knees at the foot of the bed, noticing how her perfect skin glowed in the candlelight. He took a thin crop from the chest, and began running it over her body, observing how her breathing increased, and entering the spirit of the evening, he began to snap it against her, enjoying the moans that emanated from her mouth. Stopping only momentarily, he pushed her forward, indicating that she was to stay still as he removed his clothing. Hearing her soft mewling only added to his pleasure, and he spent very little time preparing her, instead satisfying himself again and again.

 

Trust me….these stories are AWESOME!!!

 

HEATHER R BLAIR JOINS THE ‘AWESOME AUTHORS’ PAGE!!

Hey Peeps,

I have to introduce you to another fabulous indie author, Heather Blair. She has written quite a few books, I know, I’ve done the covers for a few of them… and you will not be disappointed in her writing skills. So, here are her links, check her out!

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Ten years ago Miles Rousseau and Kelsey Daeger met in Paris—what passed between them there has haunted them both ever since.

When Miles starts looking into a series of gruesome vamp murders that strike close to his heart, his only option is to reach out to Phoenix, Inc.—a foundation for gifted paras—and Kelsey, a pysch-para with the rare ability to track and spy on vampires undetected. He has first-hand knowledge of her skill—bephoenix rising-full size officialFB Sizecause he was her first target.

Kelsey does
n’t know what to think when Miles shows up in her office. Suddenly, the redemption she had long given up on seems tantalizingly within reach….

But Miles isn’t all that is reaching out from the ashes of Kelsey’s past, what their investigation reveals may destroy them both….

If they don’t destroy each other first.

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Jules Gentry didn’t ask to be a vampire, but what’s done is done.

That’s what he tries to tell himself. But how do you face becoming that which you have always loathed?

Jules is back home in Chicago, but nothing is the same. He’s running his company, Phoenix Inc., for the first time without his long-time best friend and business partner. Kelsey Daegar is still in Paris with her lover, Miles Rosseau, the vampire who turned them both on a horrifying night when everything fell apart for Jules.

Phoenix Incorporated has always grounded him. The foundation supports and enpowers the gifted para community, giving them a positive outlet for their myriad psychic powers. Kelsey was the face of Phoenix, while Jules stayed in the background, by his own choice. Now, even phoenix fallen finalFB SIZEPhoenix can’t help him find his center. Being shoved into the limelight while still trying to come to grips with what he has become is tearing him apart.
Clarissa Styles is a vampire an
d she loves it. The immortality, the power, the lifestyle. She loves it all. There was a time when things were very different, but Rissa likes to keep the past in the past. That was then, this is now.

And her now is Chicago, a city she is finding delicious in so many ways. Especially when he walks into the blues lounge where she is singing. Jules intrigues her. Who is this big tantalizing man so at war with himself?

Rissa’s lush voice soothes Jules in a way nothing else can. The woman herself irritates the hell out of him, but he can’t stay away from her. That’s when things get dangerous. For both of them.

The leader of Rissa’s vicious old coven comes to the Windy City, bringing with him a maelstrom of blood and death and terror, along with secrets from both their pasts. Can Jules and Rissa face it together…

Or will they rip each other apart in the flames?

This book contains explicit sensuality, violence and some language. Not suitable for those under 18.

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Ireland.

The misty green land of ‘Lacey’ Solace Ryan’s secret dreams. Lately, those dreams have taken on a dark and tantalizing twist. But that won’t stop her from finally going there herself. What–and who–she finds there will change her life, or end it entirely.

Ronan Fitzpatrick is a man both blessed and cursed. Blessed with a loving and close-knit family and cursed with a burden no man should have to bear. For centuries out of mind, Ronan has been faoladh, the werewolf. The only dark warrior of Lugh the Long Hand, Ronan fights on the side of light, b12071524_10205615827610609_148717339_nut lives with a darkness threatening to swallow him whole. Only his family keeps him from crossing over and he would do anything to protect them.

Anything.

When his dreams show him an American woman, a woman who can shift the balance within him and in doing so, destroy everything he holds dear, Ronan knows what he must do. Even if it means killing an innocent, he won’t hesitate.

He mustn’t, or everything he knows will transform…

like SMOKE IN MOONLIGHT

A book seeped in Celtic and pagan mythology, teeming with shifters, demons, gods and even a vampire, SMOKE IN MOONLIGHT will rip open your imagination to the possibility of other worlds, worlds that will continue to be explored in BLOOD in FIRE and LIGHTNING in SEA.

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Aidan O’Neill is dangerous. No, make that deadly. A vampire prince who turned his back on his throne, enraging his king and marking himself for death.

Again.

The only thing Aidan dreams about anymore is seeing the sun again. After all, it has been over 1100 years. When his best friend stumbles across a secret potion than can grant his wish, Aidan can’t resist stealing it. What happens after may change the world forever.

Heather Kantos is a world-famous model who hides a darkness deep inside her, a darkness she fights every day. A darkne12071451_10205615827530607_168880229_nss she shares with no one.

Until him.

When Aidan and Heather come together, a volatile chain of events begin that will take them all the way from Istanbul to Ireland, from his past to her future, from darkness to light and back again. Can two people who have sworn off love make their way to each other despite a vicious demon bent on revenge, a bloodthirsty psychopath who would do anything to fullfill his greatest wish and an obsessive goddess of death who can’t let go of the man she has loved for more than a millenium?

Or could it be that the fear in their own hearts will be the greatest enemy in the end?

Aidan and Heather will only get one shot, before it all just burns away like….

BLOOD IN FIRE

This book contains a high level of sensuality,some language, and graphic violence, including scenes of torture that might disturb some readers.

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J C BRENNAN JOINS THE ‘AWESOME AUTHORS’ PAGE!

Hey peeps!

Please welcome the very lovely J C Brennan. This lady loves to help other indie authors and posts the links to their books in her own. Which I think is rather splendid.

So, let’s find out a little bit about Janet and what she writes.

This book has been in the making for some time. I started by just writing poems when I was younger. The thought of writing a novel was always on my mind but I was not sure if I could actually write a full novel. When I decided that I was going to give it a shot the words just began to flow and before I knew it this wonderful story emerged. The second one, now in the editing process was the same. My greatest hope for this first novel is that people enjoy the story and can get lost in it for a moment.

About me, well I grew up in a small village in Michigan call Skidway Lake. The small town live was a fantastic way to grow up but I always wanted more. My life was a difficult one and being a single mother most of my life made me61BJDScDjuL._UX250_ realize that will power is a person’s greatest friend.

I found my calling in the arts at Central Michigan University but with the birth of my son I could not pursue that adventure. I currently hold three degrees and live in Arizona were I have found a beauty that is without compare. I have struggled most of my life to get where I am and know that there are more battles yet to face. However, with will, strength, and the love of my family and friends ​I know I can accomplish anything.

A FINE LINE : The Beginning

When you are a soldier, the thought of getting back to your family, without being surrounded by a pine box, is what keeps you going. This line of thinking was no different for William T. Healthaway, a Union soldier fighting in the battle of Pickett’s Mill. However, William would find out living through this battle would only throw him into a whirlwind of an abnormal variety of hell. He had no way of knowing a more sinister war awaiting him when and if he did return home. The war awaiting his homecoming was a war that had been raging for hundreds of years; a war that would lead him into a world he had never known or believed existed. After his commitment to a battle of freedom, William is vaulted into a merciless coldblooded war of the ancients. He is plunged into a world of mystery filled with intrigue, deception, death, temptation, and powers. However, with every miraculous power revealed comes with sinister evil. He finds himself in a world that takes him beyond any reality he once had known.

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A FINE LINE : The Ancients Part 1

William Healthaway’s family has proven to be quite resilient. Surviving an unprovoked attack by the Damned and defeating the evil warrior Tetron, however, hasn’t guaranteed a happy ending for the family. Still reeling from the loss of his children and plagued by nightmarish images from the Civil War, William must overcome his grief in order to unify his family and prepare them for the impending revenge, certain to be meted out by the Damned. Unexpected peril presents itself in the form of hate and prejudice from an unlikely source—the townspeople the Crew have live lived among for much of their lives. Rumors of witchcraft, unprovoked attacks and an unfortunate reveal of the powers the family struggles to keep hidden threaten to drive the Crew from their home, just when they crave stability and peace the most. Despite all of the upheaval in their lives, the members of the Crew press on, facing the challenges to come with fortitude, tenacity and a profound love for one another. Dark days lie ahead, ones that will challenge William and his family’s sanity and make them question whether life is even worth living anymore. In the face of unspeakable tragedy, will the Crew rebound so they can seize the opportunity, unexpectedly lain before them, to learn of their ancient lineage and convoluted history? Does the appearance of a mysterious, but alluring, stranger spell disaster and death…or can she provide the answers the Crew have sought for so long to find the source of their mysterious powers? Even if the pieces to the puzzle all fall into place, will William’s family be able to stave off the Damned and prevent the decimation of the family they hold so dear? A Fine Line: The Ancients Part I is the second novel in the series, continuing the story begun in A Fine Line: The Beginning. Follow the further adventures of the Crew as they face down the demonic wolves of the Damned and the destruction delivered in their wake. Celebrate with the family at Christmas and at a wedding…or two, and watch the world transform around them as they observe history from the standstill vantage point of an immortal race. The story of the Healthaways and their ever-growing, ever-changing family is a grand saga which begs to be enjoyed by readers who love sweeping historical drama, grand romance and enchanting fantasy.

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A FINE LINE : The Ancients Part 2

War is coming… Is William’s family ready? The mysterious appearance of a young girl—brutalized and half dead—has thrown the Crew into a heightened state of disquiet. Aurora and her evil pack of Damned have declared war, and William now wonders if, somehow, the seemingly-innocent girl may be employed in some way as a dangerous weapon in the coming battle. Once she has recovered from her injuries, the girl’s lost memories A Fine Line the Ancients (Part II) Posterpresent a new puzzle the Crew desperately needs to piece together if they are to gain any advantage over their cruel enemies. The revelation of an ancient relic may deliver the critical aid the Crew so direly requires. Its newly-discovered power enables William to delve into the strange girl’s memories, but will the answers be too horrifying for the Crew to accept? Along with the newfound strength found in this lost treasure comes a treacherous caveat, and William must decide if all of the gains gifted to his family are worth the precarious risks it demands. After a gruesome discovery in the woods surrounding their home, the Crew are left with another rose among the thorns. But, true to form, Aurora comes to tear that flower away from the vine and claim an advantage for herself. During the family’s valiant efforts to stop her, Brimmount is critically injured, leaving him with a handicap the rest of the family fear he may not be able to overcome. Caroline, William’s wife, fears her own growing powers, brought to fruition by the duplicitous relic. One of the family members remains missing…and yet another is discovered by happenstance. Can the Crew turn disadvantage to advantage in time to thwart Aurora’s intent to, literally, tear the family to pieces? Will yet another unexpected, but fortunate, homecoming prove enough to turn the tide in the bloody war, the outcome of which will spell the very fate of the human race, as well as that of the ancients? A Fine Line: The Ancients Part II is the continuing story in the A Fine Line series. This third book chronicling the story of William Healthaway and his family—the descendants of an ancient race possessed of powers they are only just learning to control. Fans of historical high drama, with traces of fantasy thrown into the mix, will enjoy this sweeping saga of romance, war, family, death and the supernatural. Enter a world where no one is safe from the wicked clutches of the Damned. Where love, laughter, family and all that is held dear wavers on the knife-edge between life and our eternal slumber. Read now to discover who will survive Aurora’s unrelenting wrath. Start reading the free sample provided above, on this page, now!

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