Year: 2022

Today Diane E. Samson and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover for SHADOW OF DEATH, the first book in her new YA Fantasy
companion series which releases October 27, 2022! Check out the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!

 

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About the Book

Title: SHADOW OF DEATH (A Gems of Fire Companion Novel)

Author: Diane E. Samson

Pub. Date: October 27, 2022

Publisher: Diane E. Samson

Formats: Paperback, eBook

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A homeless prince, a grueling mission, an unlikely hope

 

When unspeakable tragedy strikes Prince Jack’s family, he’s
left with one desire: vengeance. Now living in exile and serving a foreign
king, Jack perfects his talent with the sword. He’s sent to the desert for spy
and assassin training, dreaming of the day he’ll use these skills to drive a
dagger into Ingvar’s heart.

 

Jack plunges into his training and finds a new family of
sorts, whose morally gray members rid the city of vile criminals. But as the
desert Lord Anwar readies for battle, allegiances shatter, blood runs in the
streets, and the shadow of death looms near. During a last effort to complete
his seemingly impossible mission, Jack chances upon a slave girl with a
Northern accent and eyes so familiar that he makes a hasty vow.

 

He always thought he’d defeat his nightmares by becoming one.
Could that nightmare fade into a new dream? And could that strange slave girl
be at the heart of it all?

 

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Teaser:

“There’s no shame in asking for help when you need it.”
Helita was silent a long time. When she next spoke, her voice was full of
tears. “You don’t speak like a killer.”
Jack grunted. Like she knew what a killer sounded like.

 

 

About Diane:

Diane E. Samson grew up on acreage
just north of Kansas City, Missouri, with horses and dogs in the backyard. She
later pursued her love of words and earned a degree in magazine journalism from
the University of Missouri-Columbia. After graduation she worked as a reporter,
managing editor, freelance writer and in public relations. After moving around
the country, she’s recently returned to the Kansas City area where she lives
with her husband, children and golden retriever.

She’s written fiction off and on
her whole life. Gems of Fire is her first series about a girl traveling a
journey of self-discovery in a world of powerful gems, supernatural forces,
epic battles and of course, handsome heroes.

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I am so excited that SHADOW MATE by Alexis Calder is available now and that I get to share the news!

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About The Book:

Title: SHADOW MATE (Shadow Wolves #1)

Author: Alexis Calder

Pub. Date: September 20, 2022

Publisher: Alexis Calder

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 214

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My father traded his life for mine.
And now I’m bound to an enemy.

I finally carved out a life for myself with minimal interaction with my abusive
father. He might be the alpha, but he hates me enough to leave me alone as long
as I don’t make him look bad.

Until he decides to challenge another alpha and offer my life in exchange for
his. Now, I’m life bound to an enemy and I’m trapped in a strange pack.

Despite my attempts to keep my distance from my captor, I find myself drawn to
him. But as we get closer, things get more dangerous.

There’s so much more to this than it seems and I’ve ended up right in the
middle. One wrong step and it’s my life on the line. If I can’t get free of
this, I’m going to end up dead and I’ll be taking my captor with me.

Shadow Mate is a full-length paranormal romance. 17+ for dark content,
steamy scenes, and language. This is book one in a trilogy and is not a
standalone. Mind the cliff.

 

 

Shadow Mate

By Alexis Calder

Chapter 1

Morgan

 

Water seeped from under the locked door and I pounded again.
“Open it now or I’m tearing it down.”

The unmistakable sounds of sex mixed with the running water
of the faucet seemed to be masking the sounds of my pounding and my screams. My
little bar didn’t need any other issues. I already had enough to repair as it
was. A flooded bathroom destroyed by a pair of shifters trying to get it on was
not in the budget.

Shaking with rage, I stomped away from the bathroom, my shoes
slipping on the aging wood floor. “Free beer for whoever can get my bathroom
door open with the least amount of damage.”

Several patrons looked up at me and Kenny Jones was the first
to stand. His girlfriend grabbed his sleeve and yanked him back to his stool.
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed.

“Come on. One of you has to be willing to tear it down.” I
glanced around the space. All the bar stools were full and several groups were
gathered around the wobbly tables to my right. Shifters had good hearing, so I
knew the rock music on the jukebox wasn’t the reason I was being ignored.

Nobody in this town gave a shit about anybody else. That was
just the way things were. And usually, it suited me just fine. But today I had
a couple of shifters about the flood my entire bar.

Stella’s wasn’t much. If I was being honest, it was more of a hallway than an
actual bar. It would never pass a health inspection in human city, and the only
reason I had patrons in the first place was because I didn’t water down the
booze like my competition. But that wasn’t enough to earn me loyalty. I
groaned. This was what I got for avoiding most pack gatherings. I wasn’t seen
as one of them. Even if I’d kept them in drinks for the last five years.

“I can knock it down for you, Morgan, but it’ll be messy,”
Charles, one of my regulars said.

“Same, sweetheart. I’d probably knock out most of the drywall
around the door,” Manny, another regular added.

Some of my tension eased. At least I had a few shifters who
were in my corner. “Thanks, guys. I’ll come get you if I can’t get it off.”

Gritting my teeth I marched toward the bar. There had to be a
way to do this that wouldn’t cost me all my repair savings. I grabbed a
screwdriver from the cabinet under the cash register.

“Want me to give it a try?” Jasmine asked.

I shook my head. Jasmine was a witch so she didn’t have the
brute strength the shifters possessed. I was worried she’d try and end up
hurting herself and I couldn’t afford for her to go down, either. Jasmine
worked for a room. I knew I should pay her, but I was barely making enough to
keep the bar running. Plus, she was my best friend. I couldn’t ask her to do
this when it was possible whoever was in there would attack anyone who tried to
open the door. “Thanks but someone needs to stay out here and monitor all these
deadbeats.”

“I’ll help. But I’m going to need something in return,”
Stewart Mackenzie slurred.

I lifted a brow. “I’m not giving you a blowjob.”

“Suit yourself.” Stewart shrugged and took a drink of his
beer. “But you’d get a lot more response if you sweetened the pot by shaking
those hips around.”

I set the screwdriver down, then leaned across the bar and
yanked his mug away from him.

“Hey!”

“You will not disrespect me in my own bar,” I said.
“Apologize. Now.”

“I was just teasing you,” he said with what was probably
supposed to be a flirty smile.

I glared at him, holding his beer captive. “You apologize of
you can start drinking at Lou’s for the rest of your miserable existence.”

His upper lip twitched and he wrinkled his nose. Lou’s was
even worse than my place and everyone knew he used the cheap stuff mixed with
water. Sometimes his drinks were even made with questionable moonshine. You
never knew what you’d get there. The only shifters who drank at Lou’s were
those who were too old-fashioned to support a female business or too broke to
afford even my low prices. As far as I was concerned, Stewart could go join
them.

“Sorry, Morgan,” he said quietly.

I put my hand to my ear. “What was that?”

“I said, I’m sorry,” he was louder this time.

I wrinkled my brow and acted as if I was straining to hear
him.

He let out an exasperated huff. “Sorry, Morgan.” He shouted
this time and half the patrons turned and laughed.

His expression darkened and I lowered my hand from my ear, a
smug smile of satisfaction on my lips. I passed his beer back to him. “Don’t do
it again.”

He grumbled something under his breath but grabbed the beer
from me, avoiding making eye-contact.

I’d grown up surrounded by the most powerful males in the
pack and I had to learn at far too young an age that if I didn’t stand up for
myself, they’d take things too far. Unfortunately, too many bad things happened
to me before I learned that lesson. I refused to ever be that scared, abused
little girl again.

“Well done,” Jasmine said in my ear.

I nodded in response, then picked back up the screwdriver and
stormed toward the bathroom.

I had started out as a much nicer proprietor. But years of
getting hit on, and even some rather dangerous situations where I could have
been seriously hurt or worse, I learned it was easier to be the cold hearted
bitch then play sweet. It was the only thing these shifters responded to.

It didn’t take long for me to remove the doorknob so I could
push open the bathroom door. Water gushed out and the door only opened so wide
because someone’s naked ass was blocking it.

Rage bubbled up. I recognized that ass. Of course, of all the
shifters to walk in on having sex in the bathroom at my bar. “Gods
dammit, Owen. Can’t you keep your penis to yourself ever?” I shoved him aside
so I could turn off the faucet.

Owen growled then spun to face me, his eyes widening when he
realized who had interrupted him. I didn’t even bother to mask the anger in my
expression.

“In my bar, Owen? You could have done this anywhere else and
you do it here?”

“I thought you said you two broke up.”

I winced at the grating sound of Suzanne’s voice. Of course
it was Suzanne Carter. Because my luck and my distrust of men really couldn’t
get any worse.

“We are broken up,” Owen said. “So you have no right to be
mad at me, Morgan.”

“Out. Now.” I was seething. My face hot, my hands balled into
fists. It was one thing to flood my bathroom, it was another to fuck my
childhood bully a week after we decided to take a break.

“Fuck, Morgan. Aren’t you at least a little jealous?” Owen
stood naked in all his six-five, muscled glory.

When he’d asked me out, I’d been flattered. He was the most
desirable single male in the pack. I turned him down several times before
finally giving in and going on a date. Somehow, that obligatory date had turned
into six months of bad sex and half-assed attempts at an actual relationship.

I’d tried so hard to play along. So hard to fall into step
with the pack’s expectations. I’d even gone off my tonic for a month and shifted
during the full moon with the rest of the pack.

But it wasn’t right. None of it felt right. It never did.

Last week, I told him I was done. It didn’t feel right to
keep faking things with him. He’d begged me to reconsider. Told me he loved me,
which scared the shit out of me. Sex with him wasn’t great, but at least he’d
never hurt me. Well, not physically.

When I’d hesitated, he suggested a break for a month to see
if we missed each other. Reluctantly, I’d agreed.

I should have seen this coming. But I had started to wonder
if maybe he was one of the good ones. Secretly, that was probably why I’d
risked not taking my tonic for a month. If there was a bond between us, it
would have surfaced in that time. It didn’t show. We weren’t mates, but I had
wondered if being with him would be better than being alone.

I was wrong.

“I thought this might get a rise out of you,” he said. “Show
you what you’re missing out on.”

Suzanne scoffed and picked a sopping wet dress off the floor.
“Don’t call me, Owen.” She tugged the soaked garment over her head, then shoved
past him without looking at me once.

“That was your plan?” I said. “Flood my bar and have sex with
the girl who made high school a living hell for me? To make me jealous?”

He was even more stupid than I thought. I regretted every
single time I ever fucked him.

“You have to know what a mistake you made,” he said. “Every
female in this pack wants me. You walk away from now and there are no second
chances.”

I rolled my eyes then turned away from him. I was so done. He
was the one who begged for a break instead of a break-up. He made the
decision so much easier. “You better clean up my bathroom or I’m filing a
formal complaint with the alpha.”

“Oh, yes, run to daddy,” he said.

Without turning around, I flipped him off, then went back to
the bar. I didn’t owe him an explanation. He, and every other member of this
pack, knew my dad might be the alpha, but I was his least favorite shifter. In
fact, I think the only time he might have tolerated me was the one time I’d
shown up to run on the full moon with Owen in tow.

My dad would be more upset about this breakup than I was.
Now, my relationship history was limited, but I’m guessing the person in the
actual relationship should be more upset than their parents. But maybe that’s
just wishful thinking.

A few catcalls and whistles sounded in my wake but they
weren’t for me. I moved aside and Owen walked past me, fully naked, toward the
door.

“Looking good, man,” someone called.

“You forgot your pants,” another added.

“I’m available if she’s not going to keep her claws in you,”
a female voice added.

“He’s all yours,” I said.

Laughter filled the small space.

Owen growled and his body rippled as he doubled over. His
transition was impressive. Graceful and fluid. The kind of shifting abilities
that any shifter would kill to possess. I’d only shifted a few times, but it
was always painful and forced. As if my body was rebelling against the action.

Gods damn show off.

More whistles and a few cheers. Someone opened the door and
the huge gray wolf bolted out of the dingy bar.

My shoulders sagged in relief. I shouldn’t have caved when he
countered my break-up, but it was officially over now. Until that moment, I
hadn’t realized how tense I’d been with the unresolved issue of our
relationship. I really needed to stick to my no dating shifters policy.

Not that there was much of a choice here. Aside from our pack
of wolf shifters, there was a nearby witch coven. The nearest major city was
hours away and mostly occupied by humans and I wasn’t that desperate to
get away. As much as I sometimes hated it here, Copper Springs was home.

The patrons were back to their drinks and Jasmine was working
fast to keep everyone topped off. As long as their drinks were full, they
weren’t going to even remember any of this. I wish I could say it was unusual,
but there was always something going on here. Typically, it was a brawl, but it
wasn’t even the first couple I had to throw out of the bathroom. With only one
bathroom, if anyone was in there too long I heard about it.

I ducked behind the bar and checked on the status of the
bottles of booze and the kegs. We probably had enough for the rest of the
night.

“That was interesting,” Jasmine said as she pushed through
the swinging door separating the bar from the patrons.

“I’m only mad at myself for not breaking it off sooner. All
the red flags were there,” I said.

“Don’t blame yourself. We all know what he looks like naked.
I’m guilty of making those mistakes too. I mean, sometimes you just need to
work off some shit in the bedroom, right?” She rimmed a glass with a lime then
set it in the plate of salt.

“He wasn’t even that good in bed,” I admitted.

She turned the glass over and scooped ice into it. “Sorry to
hear that, girl. But at least he was pretty.”

I shrugged, trying to give myself at least that. He really
was and I’d been completely blinded by it. There was no way I’d make that
mistake again. “Yeah, he was.”

“You good out here?” I asked. “I’m going to try to get the
bathroom cleaned up.”

“I’ll happily keep pouring drinks if it keeps me from
cleaning out the bathroom,” she said.

“I guess this is why they pay me the big bucks,” I teased.

She laughed as she filled the glass with a generous pour of
tequila. “I’m not sure this dump is worth it.”

“It’s absolutely not worth it,” I agreed. “But it’s home.”

She finished making the margarita and lifted it in a salute
as she sidestepped me to leave. “To home.”

I had to smile at that. This bar was run-down and probably a
public health hazard. I kept the glasses clean and used decent booze, but the
floors squeaked, the walls were soft in places, and it was a miracle the roof
hadn’t caved in on us.

Sandwiched between a laundromat and a liquor store, I was
limited on what I could do with the space, but I did my best. More than once
I’d been offered a decent sum to sell it to one of the shops on either side,
but I always declined.

This bar was all I had left of my mom. It was my only
inheritance and it kept me from being dependent on my father. If not for the
tiny apartments upstairs, I might not bother with the work it took to keep it
running. But in a pack where unmarried females were supposed to remain under
their father’s care, the independence of this place was worth more than all the
money in the world. Besides, I was able to offer assistance to Jasmine as well.
I couldn’t help everyone who was down on their luck, but Stella’s Bar kept the
two of us from a much worse fate.

Growing up in the alpha’s house wasn’t easy. Things got worse
after my mom died. But my dad was all about appearances. Having a daughter who
ran a successful business made him look good. Even if he was disappointed that
I hadn’t settled down, he could tell people it was because I was waiting for my
mate. He’d proudly crow about how I had such high standards that I’d rather die
alone than settle. As if it was some kind of measure of his worth. Imagine how
it would change if my mate showed up and was a complete loser.

Little did he know, I’d never have to find my mate. Thanks to
the tonic Jasmine made me every month, I didn’t shift, which meant I didn’t go
into heat and give off the scent that would attract my mate. After watching my
dad abuse my mom, his mate, her whole life, I refused to follow in her
footsteps.

This bar, shitty as it was, was my sanctuary. Which I had to
remind myself over and over as I pushed water toward the drain with a squeegee.
I couldn’t afford to hire anyone, but this was far better than the alternative.

About Alexis:

Alexis Calder writes sassy heroines
and sexy heroes with a sprinkle of sarcasm. She lives in the Rockies and drinks
far too much coffee and just the right amount of wine.

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I am so excited that KINGDOM OF BROKEN IRON by Mallory McCartney is available now and that I get to share the news!

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About the book:

Title: KINGDOM OF BROKEN IRON (Black Dawn #3)

Author: Mallory McCartney

Pub. Date: April 21, 2020

Publisher: MM Books

Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook

Pages: 350

Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, TBD, Bookshop.org

“Together they will rise.”

Something sinister is sweeping across Kiero, and war threatens to rip apart the remains of Black Dawn Rebellion.

Distraught by the decisions she made while in the Draken Mountains with Adair, Emory Fae, Queen of Kiero, is hiding a deadly secret, and now, Emory is seeking aid from Marquis Maher, King of the Shattered
Isles, in the looming war.

With Brokk by her side, they search for answers and aid from the Shattered Isles, a country that has remained protected from Adair’s wrath across the Black Sea. While there, Emory will learn the weight of what it means to be Queen, but what will she sacrifice to save the ones she loves?

Since the Academy fell and the Black Dawn rebellion scattered, Brokk Foster’s past and the truth about his lineage has come to light. Brokk and his newly found immortal fey warriors are skeptical of Marquis and his terms to a new alliance. Being torn between love and Brokk’s loyalty to the rebellion, he will have to decide whether to remain true to his cause or follow a destiny he never wanted.

Together, can Emory and Brokk make an alliance in time to return to Kiero and aid the rebels?

Nyx Astire, new clan leader to the raiders in the Risco Desert, has lost everything. With no word on if the town of Pentharrow has survived under Azarius Walsh’s command, Nyx tries to rally the Dust Clan and prepare them to ally with any remaining members of the Black Dawn Rebellion. But tradition and her past throws Nyx into a dynamic ruling. Will she do anything to ensure Kiero’s survival from her new point of power?

Kingdom of Broken Iron is the third installment in the bestselling Black Dawn series. Can friendship, love, and fellowship defy an enemy Kiero has never seen before?

Grab the first 2 books in the series now!

 

 

QUEEN TO ASHES

 

Excerpt:

CHAPTER ONE

DECLAN

Dipping
his index finger in the spattering of ruby blood on the throne’s arm, Declan
licked it off the  tip of his finger. Eyes closing, the Dark King could
hear the previous man’s screams, and that fear  was still laced in his
blood. Each prisoner that was brought to him amused him with their will to live
and to fight back.  

As
if they ever had a chance.  

The
throne of bones he sat in was cool beneath him. Declan uncrossed and crossed
his legs,  glaring at the guards that were his puppets. Consuming souls
was intoxicating and usually made his  life extremely easy in what he
hoped to accomplish. 

No
one could stop him. 

Adair
Stratton had been conditioned as his vessel for years by the Oilean and with
the Book of  Old’s magic in the boy. 

After
years of meddling and consuming dark energy and magic in Daer, like his father,
Declan was not a man anymore. He was raw power and rage; he was destruction.
But only in a vessel who  could contain him. The only other power that
could sustain him would be a naithe warrior from  Nehmai. But that city
had died long ago, along with its elitist mentality. Without it, his essence
was a  whisper, a shadow. 

He
chewed his lower lip, and annoyance flickered at the years of planning to prove
to himself  and to his father’s memory that Declan had been more than
what his father had said: A disappointment of a son and a waste of ability.

“Another,”
he said in a lazy drawl. 

What
weak man could eat the souls of people? Could steal their magic? Pushing the
thoughts  down, Declan steeled himself against the whispers of his dead
father in his mind. He, Declan, would  destroy Kiero until it was nothing
more than a dying star, blinking out of existence. Oh, how he would  enjoy
watching it burn so brightly. 

The
guards swiftly complied, entities of his dark magic bowing to his every will,
every command.  Their silver eyes were empty of emotion; they had no
recognition of the world around them. These  vessels were for his
practical uses and nothing more. 

Drumming
his fingers, he heard the screams coming down the hallway. The guards brought
in  the man, bloodied, sweating, frantic.  

Declan
stood, the Oilean materializing beside him, bowing in one motion. 

“Our
King.” Their voices were quiet purrs.  

Flicking
his gaze to them, he demanded, “If you have nothing new to report, you have one
second  to get out of my sight.” 

“Emory
Fae and Brokk Foster have seemingly . . . disappeared from Kiero.”

“Then
I suggest you look harder.” Declan walked across the smooth black marble toward
the next prisoner. The man paled, whispering intangible sentences while shaking
his head. It only made  the experience that much more pleasurable.  

The
rank tang of fear clogged Declan’s senses. Stroking the man’s face, Declan
cooed, “Now,  what’s your ability?” 

No
words came out of the man’s mouth, only choking hiccups. 

Declan
tutted. “Why must everything be a surprise?” 

Declan’s
hand connected with the man’s wrist, and the surge of raw ability filled every
crevice of  his new body. It expanded into him, easing his weakness,
sating his hunger. He sighed in pleasure and  dropped the man—now nothing
more than a corpse—blood trickling from his mouth.  

Rolling
his shoulders, Declan addressed the guards nonchalantly. “Dispose of the body
with the  rest.” Fire sprang to his fingertips, the silver flames
mesmerizing. “By far, one of my favorites,” he  mused, more to himself.

Bringing
his attention back to the assassins, Declan situated himself on his throne once
again,  inspecting his fingernails. “Now, I suggest that if you can’t find
them, you get creative. Draw them  out. Set the whole world on fire if you
must. Just get Emory Fae and Brokk Foster back. I will be  ready,
but I need what the girl stole from me.” 

The
key.  

His
heart.  

Part
of the dark power that Adair had running through his veins.  

The
sisters bowed their heads, saying nothing.  

“It
is all worthless unless we get her back. I’m fragmented, broken. The power of
the Book of  Old has always been the key to my plan. But the power must be
whole. This strength is only temporary.  In a few hours’ time, I
will be nothing more than smoke and ash again.” 

“Understood,
our King.” 

He
sized them up, silver fire dancing along his forearms. “I suggest you fix your
mistakes.” Bowing lowly once more, they disappeared in a plume of smoke.  

Cracking
his neck, Declan sized up the cavernous room and its unnecessary luxury. He
would  make fine work of Kiero. His army would sweep over the land,
upturning every hidden rock and secret  that lay underneath. He began to
pace, fire crackling from his hands as it licked up his skin. Staring at  the
embers drifting to the ground, he fantasized about how exactly he would welcome
the queen and  prince back to his kingdom.  

His
head tilted back, and he stared up at the open ceiling. The serenade of screams
floated up to  him from far below; the humans he hadn’t drained yet
awaited their fate. Fear was such an effective  weapon, and it was
spreading as his presence became more known. 

Declan
held on to the fact that until he was at full strength, he would savor watching
each prisoner  be brought up to him. He would experience ecstasy while
feeding off their abilities. He would soon drain this world like he did
Daer. 

 

About
Mallory:

Mallory McCartney currently lives in Sarnia, Ontario
with her husband, their two dachshunds Link and Leonard and two sphynx cats
Luna and Legolas.

When she isn’t working on her next novel or reading, she can be found
daydreaming about fantasy worlds and hiking.

Other favorite pastimes involve reorganizing perpetually overflowing
bookshelves and seeking out new coffee and dessert shops.

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About The Book

Title: OPPA TOUR GUIDE: SEOUL: Book One, Oppa Tours Series

Author: Marilyn Jeulin

Pub. Date: August 23, 2022

Publisher: Marilyn Jeulin

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A fallen K-pop Idol, Jeong Won-Shik, has worked hard to reach the top of his career. However, a one-night stand in a bar’s bathroom stall and an accusation of sexual misconduct turn his world
upside down.

After everyone in the industry disavows him, Won-Shik takes up a job as a Tour Guide. The company, headed by the twin sister of a fellow Idol, has the potential to either allow him to make his comeback or dig a giant grave for his career.

Adelaide Guzman is an American working for a talent agency in London. She’s been assigned an Oppa Tour Guide, who will distract her from the reason she’s in Seoul, her ex-boyfriend’s
wedding.

When the upbeat and optimistic

Adelaide meets the down-on-his-luck, Won-Shik, sparks fly. No matter how much they ignore their growing feelings, Won-Shik and Adelaide inevitably fall for each other.

Can their relationship survive public scrutiny, or will Won-Shik’s comeback wreck their hearts?

This book has a HEA.

 

Excerpt:

“It’s okay.” He said, though, it didn’t sound like
it was. “Sarah Noona said that you want to do unconventional things. Like
the museums but also things the locals do?” he asked, leading the way
through the parking lot.

“I don’t get to travel too often, so when I do, I’d
rather have the local experience rather than what the organized tours do.”
She nodded, crossing the road with him. “So, are you a trainee?” She
asked.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked when they stopped on
the other side of the road.

“Sarah said she was working with trainees?” She
looked at him, unsure, as he removed the sunglasses and walked forward.

“I’m not a trainee.” 

“Oh,” Adelaide bit her lip, following him through
the maze of cars, wondering which idol he was. Sarah also mentioned working
with some idols who weren’t doing any variety shows or dramas.

“I have a degree and a master’s in Korean History.”
He explained as they reached a rather large van.

“Oh, wow,” Adelaide said, clearly impressed.

“And I take it you also like history, according to the
briefing.”

“I love history, but I’ve not been able to study much
Korean history, but I’ve read a few books. I’ve always been fascinated by the
Three Kingdoms, but I think it’s time to learn more about Modern Seoul and
South Korea.” She said as he opened the back of the van to put the
suitcases in. “Let me help you.”

“No, I’ll do this; just go and sit down; the door’s
open,” Won-Shik replied as Adelaide took a step back and nodded. She
grabbed her cellphone to text Sarah and let her know she had found her Tour
Guide without problems, then texted her parents so they knew she’d survived the
eleven-hour flight from London.

Once Won-Shik sat behind the wheel, he removed the beanie and
the mask. It was then that Adelaide knew. If it’d been possible, she would have
kicked her ass for failing to recognize her own BoS bias. Jeong Won-Shik. And
there he was, sitting behind the wheel, one-sixth of the fantastic Boys of
Summer.

Cringe.

And she asked veteran K-Pop Idol Jeong Won-Shik if he was a
trainee.  What next, Adelaide? Are you
going to ask Albert Einstein if he understands Common Core Math? She
swallowed hard, placing her hands on her face.

 

 

About Marilyn Jeulin:

Born in the
Wild West and raised in a tropical paradise, Marilyn has always thirsted for a
good story and adventure. She’s a massive fan of Anne Rice, Stephen King, and
GRR Martin. And when she’s not reading, she’s an avid gamer.

She currently lives in Central Florida with the Frenchman and their two
children in a house that looks relatively normal until things go bump in the
night.

She also writes Young Adult Paranormal stories under the name, Marilyn
Almodovar.

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Today Grayson Avery and Rockstar Book Tours are
revealing the cover for LOVE & AGITA, a Rom Com which releases September 30,
2022! Check out the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!

 

On to the reveal!

About The Book:
Title: LOVE & AGITA

Author: Grayson Avery

Pub. Date: September 30, 2022

Publisher: Farcical Press

Formats:  Paperback, eBook

Pages: 312

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“The Hating Game meets My Big Fat Greek Wedding!”

You think you have a crazy family? Meet Leo Donati, a great guy from a wacky New York Italian family, who is expected to live his life a certain way. There are a few family rules etched in stone that he has done his best to follow:

1. Attend Sunday family dinner. It’s at 2:00. Nobody knows why.
2. Love your mother.
3. Never tell Nonna you’re full. Unless you have a death wish.
4. Marry Italian.
5. Family comes first. Always. Friends come and go, but family is
forever.

The only problem? He’s not living his best life. Not even close. Single,
lonely, and spending way too much time at the gym burning sexual energy and
ungodly amounts of pasta, Leo hopes his life will change when his father hands
over the family business. If only things were that simple. A takeover offer on
the business puts Leo on the war path against a strikingly sexy, but overly
competitive Jewish woman who is seemingly intent on ruining his life. At least
that’s how Leo sees it.

As tension rises and Italian tempers flare, Leo wonders if perhaps hate isn’t
the most accurate word for how he feels about his new nemesis. But it could
never work. Yeah, the pizza bagel exists, but real-life cultural divides are
more complicated than that, aren’t they?

Humor abounds as corporations and cultures collide. Leo tries to thwart the
takeover, find love and happiness, while also trying to avoid being bludgeoned
to death by his Nonna’s wooden spoon.

Love & Agita is a laugh-out loud, romantic comedy that has it all: twists,
turns, emotional depth, sparkling chemistry and hilarious banter that flies off
the page.

 

Excerpt:

1

Family is like lasagna. At least my family is. Pasta. Meat.
Sauce. Cheese. All ingredients have their own unique characteristics, a role to
play, and interact differently with each other. My parents are the pasta, firm
enough to set boundaries, but can soften under some heat. My siblings are the
meat. You’ll understand when you meet them. Nonna is the sauce, adding a little
spice and sometimes making things go down a little smoother. And I’m pretty
much the cheese in my family, tasty with a little bite, keeping the rest of it
together.

Done well, lasagna is a wonderful recipe. All I can tell you
is that my family is not always done well…Lasagna is easy to assemble, but
under too much heat, things get messy. And the heat was about to get turned up.
We’re not talking normal, run-of-the- mill 350 degrees. The oven was about to go nuclear and the
cheese that holds everything together was about to be stretched to its limits.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. Let me introduce
myself. My name is Leo Donati, although my mother calls me Leonardo when she’s
angry. Thwacks from a wooden spoon and an unleashing of Italian curses usually
accompany the wrath. Even at thirty years old, the damn things still sting
like, well, like a mother… It’s because her forearms are like bricks, built by
millions of revolutions stirring the marinara sauce.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, my family’s Italian. And
if you’re gonna hang with us, you should know our rules. We only have a few,
but they’re not to be broken unless you want to become acquainted with the
aforementioned spoon.

1. You must attend Sunday family dinner. It’s at 2:00. Nobody
knows why.

2. You love your mother.

3. You never tell Nonna you’re full. Unless you have a death
wish.

4. You marry Italian.

5. Family comes first. Always. Friends come and go, but
family is forever.

These rules are etched in stone. There’s also an unwritten
rule that states women have to have half of their wardrobe in animal print. I
don’t necessarily agree with that one, but the rest are legit, and I live by
them every day. Or tried to. I was single with not a whole lotta luck in the
lady department, despite my rugged handsomeness and world-class charm.
Surprising, I know.

There’s one more thing to know about my family before you
meet them. As wacky as they are, I love them more than anything. They’re fun,
loud, exciting, albeit slightly embarrassing, but I couldn’t imagine being
anywhere else when I’m with them. Most of the time, I love being a part of the
Donati family. Being a part of something bigger than myself. Having people I
can count on. Most of them. Some of them. Well, my mother and grandmother. And
Pop when we’re not clashing at work.

We own a print shop or actually, a bunch of them. Donati
Printing. My grandfather started the business, then gave it to my father, who
has run it for the last twenty-two years, and I’m eagerly awaiting my turn at
the helm. I’m only thirty and I’ve been in the business almost twenty years
myself. I started way back when child labor was an acceptable practice. I was
what they call a Printer’s Devil, doing just about everything: changing ink and
paper, stacking boxes, collating projects, and even making local deliveries on my
Mongoose bike. Now, I’m the Vice President, in charge of the operations of
seven shops spread across Long Island.

It’s probably best to start this story on the Friday morning
before I got our October financials. It’s what really turned up the heat on
said lasagna. After a client meeting with The Hampton’s magazine that I hosted
at our eastern facility in Riverhead, I headed into our first shop and de facto
headquarters in Huntington at about noon. The acidic smell from the print
facility grappled with Rebecca’s sweet-smelling perfume. Rebecca worked the
front and was one of the few non-Donatis employed at HQ, not because I ran out
of cousins, but because we needed people to actually work. Most of our
employees were some sort of relation and saw their paychecks as more of an
allowance than for services rendered.

Rebecca looked up when I entered. “Hey, boss.” She was about
six inches shorter than me at about 5’6” and thin, with oversized red glasses.
She wore a vintage ‘I love 80s hairbands’ t-shirt with tight jeans and her
brown hair in a ponytail. She was cute, but more in a sisterly kind of way. I
actually liked her more than my own sister most of the time.

“How’s it going in here?” Rebecca huffed. “Frankie’s late on the Grappolo job. Again.
Claims the machine is slow. But it’s only ‘slow’ for him,” she said, heavy on
the air quotes.

I nodded. “I’ll look at the machine and have a chat with
him.”

“None of them listen to me,” she admitted, slumping into her
chair.

“Join the club,” I said, laughing.

The door burst open behind me. My mother’s voice boomed
through seemingly half the town, “I’m here!”

My beautiful mother enjoys making a good entrance. The first
thing I always notice about her is her thick, wavy black hair and blue eyes.
And the halo floating above her head on most days. Always dressed to the nines.
That day, she wore black pants with a white blouse covered by a white apron
that tried, but couldn’t hide a shiny gold belt. Her black high heels were a
size below circus stilts and her earrings of linked crosses dangled to her
shoulders like small weathervanes.

“Give me a kiss,” she said, admiring my handsomeness, and
then engulfing me in a hug.

I did as I was told.

She pinched my cheek and said, “Such a handsome boy. Is it
wrong of me to say since you look like me? It’s a wonder you’re not married
already.”

I groaned, wondering if she just broke the record on how
quickly she brought up my lack of a life partner. “Please, not today, Ma. Why
are you still wearing your apron?”

My mother pulled Rebecca in for a hug. “Your father likes his
veal nice and hot. I took it straight from the oven.”

“You cook in this?” Rebecca asked, admiring her blouse.

“When you find the one you love, you want to take care of
them and be wanted by them. Plus, I have to save my animal print for when I’m
feeling frisky.”

I threw up in my mouth and then managed to say, “Tell him to
put it in the microwave. You’re gonna kill yourself running around in those
shoes. And me with your T.M.I.”

My mother nodded to me as she spoke to Rebecca. “He used to
try on my shoes when he was a kid. And my bras.”

Rebecca laughed while I said, “Thank you for that, mother.
Always so helpful.”

“I want to take care of your father. Someday you’ll have a
wife who cooks for you like I do for your father. The key to an Italian man’s
heart is through his stomach.”

“I don’t need to know that, Ma. I need to know the key to a
woman’s heart.”

Rebecca said, “It’s through his tongue.”

My mother chuckled. “She’s not wrong. Your father, well, he’s
not the best down there, but—”

“Ma, please. Geez, can we talk about something else? Let’s
get Dad his veal before it gets cold.”

She headed toward the door, key fob in the air. “Help me get
the food.”

My mother didn’t cook for us every day. It was Fat Friday. At
least that’s what I called it. My mother brought lunch for the entire crew
every Friday. Trays and trays of salad, pasta, and something parmigiana-ed. It
didn’t matter what it was. Throw some breading, sauce, and cheese on it and it
was amazing.

We stepped outside into the crisp November air, a blue sky
overhead, and made our way toward her black Cadillac parked illegally in front
of the building.

“So, how’s Natalia?” my mother asked, popping the trunk. Her
halo faded.

I was too annoyed to enjoy the marvelous scent of my mother’s
sauce emanating from the trunk. I answered in a huff, “Ma, I told you we’re not
together. We’re just not compatible.” I prayed to Saint Monica, the Patron
Saint of Patience, who is also pretty much out of patience with the rest of my
family.

“I thought you were going to propose?”

I grunted as I picked up a box of four tin catering trays.
Even though I’m in great shape, she cooked for a small army. “I was absolutely
not going to propose to her. I don’t love her. We broke up months ago. You know
this.”

“I’m waiting for you to realize you made a mistake.” She held
the door for me as we returned and then lovingly slapped the back of my head.

I held back a growl. “I won’t settle just because you want me
to get married. I haven’t found the right person. I want to love and live my
life fully. Do you want me to get divorced?”

My mother led me into the break room, waving my concern away.
“We don’t get divorced. We make excuses that the church will accept for
annulment. Don’t worry, you’ll meet the perfect Italian girl. I just know it,”
she said with a twinkle in her eye.

I navigated two large tables and plopped the food on the
counter beside the tiled sink.

I turned to my mother to see a dartboard with my face on it,
the likely doings of my brother, Benny (Benito), and cousin, Frankie. “Can we
talk about something else? What’s going on in your life?”

“Oh, don’t get me started. Your father ate some of Nonna’s
mustache removal concoction. Again.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you just buy the Nair stuff in a
tube or bottle? Why does Nonna have to cook it on the stove? You know he can’t
resist what you both cook.”

“It’s more potent. After an Italian woman turns forty…we grow
hair in places…just forget about it.”

I threw up in my mouth and began opening the containers while
my mother grabbed the plates and silverware from the cabinets.

“So, what happened with Natalia again? She’s pretty and
sweet, and from a good family.”

I sighed and waited for my anger to subside before answering.

“Ma, I think we need to take you to the doctor to get your memory checked.
We’ve been over this. Twice just this morning. I don’t love her. She doesn’t
love me. I want to feel more than physical attraction to a nice person. I want
to find a love where you just know you have to be with that person forever.

Where you’re just…drunk in love with that person.”

“Your father farts the alphabet in his sleep. Is that
intoxicating love for you or what?”

I slapped some salad onto my plate. “Seriously, Ma. Where you
would do anything for that person, anything just to be with that person.”

“Your Papa was like that. He used to stare at Nonna’s
meatballs, hearts in his eyes. You know, the ones stuffed with gabagool. With a
little ricotta on top.”

“I’m serious.”

My mother removed her apron and tossed it across a chair.

“Okay. Okay. And Natalia doesn’t do that for you?”

“With Natalia, there’s no gabagool. No ricotta. Yeah, she’s
got the meat, but I want it all. We both agreed we weren’t right for each
other. I promise you, I want nothing more than to have kids and get married.”

“Not in that order,” she said firmly.

I laughed. “I didn’t list them in order. Ma, I gotta go.

Thanks for lunch. I can’t eat with the family today. I need to prep for a
meeting with Pop.”

“Make sure he respects your ideas. You’re such a smart boy.
You’ll be running this place one day. I’ll see you on Sunday, my love.”

 

I filled the rest of my plate with veal and a little
linguini, kissed my mother goodbye, and headed back out front to Rebecca like a
salmon swimming upstream, slipping around and between the salivating lunch
crowd.

“Becs, can you bring me October’s numbers before you grab
lunch? I gotta prep for my meeting with Pop.”

She held a stack of papers up. “Not sure you want to see
these.”

“That bad, huh?”

She just scrunched up her nose as a response and handed them
over. At least she didn’t fake hurl.

“Why are they so bad?” Rebecca asked.

“PremaPrint is discounting heavily. We lost two accounts.”

“We gotta do something.”

I nodded. “That’s what my meeting with my father is about. We
have to get with the times and start advertising online.”

“Good luck with that.”

I headed into my office and pored over the numbers while I
ate. Nonna would’ve been upset with how little I ate, but the numbers were that
nauseating. I couldn’t remember the last month they were that bad. The silver
lining was that at least it gave me ammo to help me shift my father’s thinking,
and I was gonna need a lot of firepower.

One thing you have to know about my father is that he’s old
school. There’s a certain way to do things and you don’t change them. Even if
the business is getting pummeled, apparently. He is a tough man to get to know
and to get through to.

But I had to stand up to him. I promised myself I would. It
was time he allowed our business to enter the next generation. Our new reality.
Printing was a tough business. Consolidation going on all around us. Rising
paper costs. Geographic borders widening. And that was before the family drama.

Just before the meeting, I slipped into the bathroom,
splashed some water on my face, and stared at myself in the mirror. “It’s my
time. Be strong. You’re a smart boy.” I rolled my eyes, and tried to shake my
mother’s voice from my head.

A voice echoed from the stall behind me, “You got this, bro!”

I nearly crapped in my pants. “Jesus, Benny. Why are you
always in here?” Meet meatball number one, my brother, Benito.

“I have irritable bowels.”

“You’re allergic to hard work is what it is.” I shook my head
as I left.

“Good luck, bro! You got this!”

Just as I was heading into the meeting, my phone rang. It was
meatball number two, my sister Gianna.

“Yo, sis.”

“Can you watch the kids tonight? Sal and I want to go out.”

“Hello, to you, too. Can’t tonight. I’m going out.”

“Please? We never get to. I already have reservations at
Alberto’s.”

“You always go out. And Mom’s on my case again about getting
married.”

“So, go out tomorrow night. Please? I’m begging. I need a
break. You love the kids, don’t you?” She went straight for my jugular. I adore
my nieces and nephew.

“Of course. More than you. Like your kids are Alberto’s and
you’re Olive Garden.”

She whined a drawn out, “Pleeeease?”

I huffed and let out a retaliated, “Fiiiine.”

“Thanks, big bro. You’re the best.”

“Mm, hmm.” I stuffed my phone into my pocket with another
huff and whispered, “Just livin’ my best life. Can’t even stand up to my
sister.”

I took a few minutes for myself outside, psyching myself up.

I headed back in at 2:00 and smacked myself in the face. I gotta do this.
For my future. For the family’s future.

 

 

About Grayson Avery:

Grayson Avery is a romantic comedy author of The Sweet Water
Circle, published by the humor-focused imprint, Farcical Press. 

Writing is Grayson’s passion. For so many people, reading is
a chore or something they don’t even do, so he tries to write stories that
transform that experience for them. His focus is on creating fast-paced and
laugh-out-loud (like real LOLs, not the fake texting kind) romantic comedies
and adventures to contend with so many competing forms of entertainment. It’s
his mission to be better than Real Housewives…is that even possible? 

Grayson is also an entrepreneur, a baseball coach, husband,
and father. He would like to one day bury the hatchet with his arch nemesis,
Bradley Cooper, on a Maury-Povich-themed episode of Between Two
Ferns, write a screenplay with Tina Fey, and hit the USA Today and NY
Times Bestseller’s lists with massive amounts of inappropriate humor. Buy a
book, will ya?

While he claims he is the most handsome author writing in the
rom com genre, more pictures exist of the Loch Ness Monster and Big Foot than
of Grayson. He also claims he is often mistaken for Tom Cruise’s cousin and has
been featured barechested on more than a dozen naughty novels. Independent fact
checkers hired by Grayson have verified said claims. 

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I am so excited that ASK THE GIRL by Kim Bartosch is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.

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About the Book

Title: ASK THE GIRL

Author: Kim Bartosch

Pub. Date: September 6, 2022

Publisher: Woodhall Press

Formats: Paperback, eBook, Audiobook

Pages: 110

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Nobody believes sixteen-year-old Lila Sadler, who was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

Nobody believes that Lila’s sister Rose is possessed by the ghost of Katy Watkins. As Rose’s health worsens each day, the only way to save her is to uncover the awful truth of Katy’s death so many years ago.

And nobody knows what happened to Katy on October 31, 1925.

Not even Katy. Unaware that she was murdered, Katy has wandered for a hundred years in complete ignorance, until the day she meets Rose and Lila.

Together Lila, Rose, and Katy must confront their demons to escape this hell. But will they be able to escape? Can they forgive the
unforgivable?

 

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I am so excited that WRASSLE CASTLE BOOK 3: PUT A LYD ON IT! by Paul Tobin, Colleen Coover, & Galaad (Illustrator) is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.

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About The Book:

Title: WRASSLE CASTLE BOOK 3: PUT A LYD ON IT!

Author: Paul Tobin, Colleen Coover, Rebecca Horner (Colorist), Galaad (Illustrator), AndWorld Design

Pub. Date: September 6, 2022

Publisher: Wonderbound

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 96

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It’s the end! And it’s time for Lydia to step into the ring for a slam-to-the-mat finish
… something that she has trained for her entire life. For fans of The
Nameless City, Lumberjanes, and She-Ra!

THE FINAL SHOWDOWN IS HERE! IT’S THE CHAMPIONSHIP: FOR FREEDOM (HER BROTHER’S)
and GLORY (HER OWN)!

Lydia Riverthane readies herself for the finals of the Wrassle Castle tournament, hoping to win her brother’s freedom and get back his good name. But Lydia and her diverse group of friends, Chelsea, Nyle, and Dee, discover that the plot against the Riverthane family goes deeper than any of them thought. Lydia will have to dig deep and unlock the secrets behind her own wrassling if she wants to have any hope of saving her home and family.   

Book 3 of the three-book original graphic novel series.

“A rock ’em sock ’em hum-dandy knock-out of a graphic novel!”
Shannon Watters, Co-Creator of “Lumberjanes”

 

Excerpts:

 

 

 

 

About Paul Tobin:

 

Paul Tobin is the New York Times best-selling author of
the Plants vs. Zombies graphic novels, as well as a wide range
of other titles for all ages of readers. Paul wrote extensively for Angry
Birds, and for Marvel’s all-ages “Adventure” line, and
teamed with artist Benjamin Dewey on the Eisner-nominated I Was The Cat graphic
novel, and with his Plants vs. Zombies artist Ron Chan for
their recently released Earth Boy graphic novel. Along with
his wife, artist Colleen Coover, Paul is the creator of the multiple
Eisner-Award-winning Bandette comics featuring the antics of
the world’s best—and most charming—thief. Paul and Colleen also teamed up on
their Banana Sunday graphic novel, and now as the writing team
on Wrassle Castle. Paul lives in Portland, Oregon, where he
feels that it rains frequently enough, but not hard enough.

 

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About Colleen Coover:

 

Colleen Coover is a comic book storyteller and illustrator
living in Portland, Oregon. With writer Paul Tobin, she is the co-creator of
the comics Banana Sunday and Bandette. Colleen and Paul are the co-writers of
Wonderbound’s new series Wrassle Castle, drawn by the artist Galaad. When she
is not making comics or creating illustrations for a variety of clients,
Colleen spends her time spinning yarn, knitting sweaters, and eating ice cream.
She is a member of Helioscope, a collective of Portland-based creators. colleencoover.net

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About Galaad:

Galaad is a
French comic book artist and a former freelance illustrator, animator, concept
artist, and storyboard artist for the entertainment industry – specifically for
video games and animation.

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