Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 23, 2018
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design and Photography
Every person has a story to tell. Some may be sweet with a happily ever after, but there are others that end in tragedy. Mine has yet to be finished.
My name is Elizabeth Kingston and this is where my story begins.
I never thought my life could be so perfect. I have an amazing job owning my own bakery, and a wonderful husband who I love and who loves me back. Never once did I have to worry about anything, at least, not until the texts started coming in. They always begin the same way … numbers that spell my nickname when read upside down.
It’s someone from my past, only they won’t to tell me who they are, but that by talking to them, I’ll figure it out. It’s a game I refuse to play. Unfortunately, I’m left with no choice when things begin to take a dangerous turn.
His name is Anonymous and there’s only one thing he wants … ME.
About The Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write, but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, the Society X series, the Circle of Justice series, and her standalone novels It Must’ve Been the Mistletoe and Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
The Blood Curse
by Annette Marie
Publication date: March 30th 2018
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy
When Clio conned her way into the Underworld to steal magic from the notorious spell weavers of Chrysalis, she thought she was helping protect her homeland.
Instead, she exposed Lyre's most calamitous spell, and now her half-brother Bastian plans to wield it against the powerful Ra family. Clio and Lyre have to stop him before he can unleash it, but Bastian isn't their only adversary.
Chrysalis wants the shadow weave—and they want Lyre dead. And this time, they aren’t trusting mercenaries to get the job done. Lyre's father is coming for him, and no magic can defeat the most lethal weaver in the three realms.
From the scorching deserts of Ra to the darkest corner of the Underworld, Clio and Lyre must chase the shadow weave as both the hunters and the hunted. To make it out alive, they'll need magic more devious and dangerous than either of them alone possesses, and if they fail, the realms will pay the price.
Excerpt From The Blood Curse
They came to the door of the ladies’ club and Ash reached for the handle. Before he could touch it, the door flew open and Lyre fell out, still dressed in the white waiter “uniform” and his arms full of his clothes and weapons. Shouts burst from the building’s interior.
“There you are!” Lyre blurted, wild-eyed. “Time to go.”
“What happened?” Ash barked.
Clio was still gawking when Lyre launched down the alley, leaving her and Ash to rush after him.
“Some women react poorly to rejection,” Lyre explained breathlessly. “Especially when they’ve paid a lot of money to not be rejected.”
“You blew your cover by rejecting her?” Ash snapped. They fled down several alleys before Lyre skidded to a stop and whirled on Ash, still clutching his belongings.
“I’ll dress up in stupid costumes,” the incubus snarled with unexpected temper, “and I’ll pretend to be a paid whore, and I’ll even let a crucial informant pinch and paw at me.” He thrust an accusatory finger at Ash. “But I will not allow that nasty old hag’s tongue anywhere near me, not even to save the damn world!”
Ash blinked. Scowling blackly, Lyre shoved his armload at Ash, then pulled a dagger from the pile and cut his leather-
strap top off. “Next time, you can do the nasty stuff and I’ll kill people.”
Ash blinked again, seemingly at a loss for words. Lyre continued to mutter angrily as he dragged the pants off and redressed in his black outfit. Clio stood a few steps away, her hand pressed over her mouth to hide her smile. Even with most of his face covered, Ash looked off-balance for the first time she could remember, a wrinkle between his dark eyebrows.
“Was she that disgusting?” he ventured, sounding a lot less like a hardened mercenary than usual. He normally seemed years older than Clio, but she was pretty sure he was actually a little younger.
“Worse,” Lyre growled. “Whatever you’re imagining as ‘disgusting,’ make it about ten times more revolting.”
The draconian winced as though he had pictured it, and the mental image had hurt. “I never saw her myself.”
Lyre slung his quiver over his shoulder and buckled it. “Be glad you didn’t.” His anger faded and he smirked. “It’s fine, Ash. Hardly the most scarring thing I’ve ever done. And”—his smile sharpened predatorily—“the banshee was a goldmine of information.”
“Good.” Ash straightened, all business again. “Then it’s time for phase two of the plan.”
About the Author
Annette Marie is the author of the Amazon best-selling Steel & Stone series, which includes Goodreads Choice Award nominee Yield the Night, and fantasy trilogy Red Winter. Her first love is fantasy, but fast-paced adventures and tantalizing forbidden romances are her guilty pleasures. She lives in the frozen winter wasteland of Alberta, Canada (okay, it's not quite that bad) with her comparatively sensible husband and their furry minion of darkness—sorry, cat— Caesar. When not writing, she can be found elbow-deep in one art project or another while blissfully ignoring all adult responsibilities.
by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
(Circuit Fae #2)
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: March 27th 2018
Genres: LGBTQ+, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Syl’s a princess of the fair Fae.
Her girlfriend Rouen is a princess of the dark Fae.
Mortal enemies. Girlfriends.
Relationship status: It's Complicated
All introverted geek girl Syl Skye wants is to get close to her girlfriend. But when you can kill with a simple touch, a normal date night’s not really in the cards. As it happens, Syl is also a sleeper-princess of the fair Fae. Last year after a freak accident, her power Awakened, granting her white flame to purify the darkness.
Rouen Rivoche is that darkness—a dark Fae princess whose power to bewitch mortals is as terrifying as the violet lightning she controls. Rouen is Syl’s total opposite. Her mortal enemy.
She’s also Syl’s beloved girlfriend.
And even though they joined forces to defeat the evil Circuit Fae who harnessed the killing magic in technology to take over the school…that was so last year.
Now, Syl’s touch could mean Rouen’s death. Her increasing power is spiraling out of control, threatening to burn down everything she and Rouen have built together.
Their lives, their love, their very world..
In this scene from Rouen’s POV, Syl’s bee taken into OverHill, the land of the fair Fae, against her will by Prince Aldebaran, who forced her to put his torc (his ring) on.
Sunlight sears into me—pure sunlight from OverHill—and I stagger away from it, all my dark Fae instincts instantly hitting critical mass. I cloak myself in shadows, shielding myself against the killing heat and brightness. Already, my skin is starting to smoke. Still, I draw the line at hiding behind my bike. No way.
If something fair Fae is coming into this alleyway, I’ll meet it head-on.
Especially if it’s Aldebaran.
Shielding my watering eyes, I face it, steeling myself.
A silhouette appears in the brightness. I clench my fists, ready to beat Syl’s location out of Prince Fancy, ready to beat him for daring to take her in the first place.
The figure staggers and then stumbles, falling unceremoniously into the alley. I see a flash of grey eyes, a cascade of red curls--
“Syl!” I go to her, scoop her into my arms. The sunlight washes over me, the sting instant, then amping up to a burning, searing pain across my body. With a growl, I pull us both back into the shadows.
Syl is almost limp in my arms, her grey eyes open and dazed.
Ancestors, she’s been faestruck! I brush the hair from her face and pat her cheek lightly, hoping to break the spell. Her left hand feels hot as it brushes my thigh, but I pay it no mind. Of course she’s hot. She just came out of OverHill.
No, not came out. Tore out.
I try not to panic at that thought of Faerie bleeding, try not to let my mind go wild. What did Aldebaran do to her? “Syl…Syl…” I shake her gently, cradling her.
You should have been there to protect her, Roue.
“R-Rouen?” She blinks, her eyes clear, and then she throws her arms around me and pulls me close, trembling.
I’ll kill him. Murder lairs in my heart, but she’s my first concern. I wrap my arms around her, allowing us a long moment before pulling away. “Did he hurt you? Syl?”
“No… Yes… He…” She shakes her head, bites her lip, her eyes filling with tears.
I’ll kill him twice.
I can feel her, hot from Summer, her power right at the surface. I can’t risk touching her again. “It’s okay. Whatever happened, I’m here now.”
Sunlight flares into the alleyway again.
“He’s coming.” Syl’s face is stamped with hurt and fury.
“Oh, he is, is he?” I stand up. “Good. I can’t wait.”
She gets up, turns her back on the sunlit portal, and meets my gaze. “Rouen.”
Okay, all this calling me by my real name is starting to freak me out, but I don’t show it. I need to be strong for her. “I’m here.”
“He…” She holds her left hand up.
That’s when I see it. Aldebaran’s ring. No, his torc. On my girl’s hand.
In the mortal realm, the torc is just a ring. But in Faerie, it’s a sign. It marks his ownership of her, that she will eventually soul-bond with him.
And somehow, he tricked her into putting it on.
A low growl rumbles from my throat. “That dirty…” A torc binds two Fae. He won’t be able to control her with it, not like with a Contract, but she’s tied to him.
He’ll know where she is at every moment. He’ll be able to track her, stalk her…and other Fae? They’re supposed to recognize the torc as his claim on her.
Never. Rage sweeps over me so fast it leaves me shaking. Before, I was just going to kill him. Now? I’m going to eviscerate him. Slowly.
Once I get that damned torc off her.
About the Author
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance--where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.
She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she's clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.
She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.
GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.
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