Friday, August 7, 2020

Protect Forever by Amanda Lee Dixon



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Not much changes in Peak Valley, and Clint likes it that way, as long as everyone leaves him the hell alone. But when the mysterious Dawn drifts into town and needs help with her car, he finds himself getting too involved. As Dawn starts to open up, he wonders if there is more to her than she is telling him.
Forced to change her identity and move halfway across the country to Peak Valley, Kansas, Dawn has a plan to escape her troubled past. Only her carefully laid plan gets derailed when the town recluse Clint Colson comes to her rescue. As Clint pushes his way into her closed off world, she knows she can’t keep her secret for long or risk everything.
And will she survive what comes to Peak Valley when her past finally catches up with her?
Protect Forever is the first novel in the Peak Valley Forever Series.


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“Do I owe you… for your help?”
If I thought he was scary before, I saw a
glimpse of something nightmares are made of flash across his face.
“Like dinner?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. He looks angry.
“Yeah,” I reply just above a whisper.
“I don’t know what kind of guy you think I am, but I won’t twist your arm to have dinner with me.”
My stomach drops at his words.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“But you thought it,” he retorts, tucking the
rag back into his pocket, and with one long stride he is standing right in front of me. I have to tilt my head back to see his strong jaw as it clenches.
My heart begins to pound, and I’m at a loss for words. I never was good with them.
“You aren’t the first to think the worst and, you won’t be the last.”

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Romance Author. Professional Pen Thief. Coffee Addict. Obsessive Reader.
Amanda lives in the weather crazed Midwest where they experience hot summers and cold winters. She believes spring and fall are a beautiful made up fantasy. Amanda shares her life with her wonderful husband who despite her begging and pleading won’t grow his beard out. She has three teenagers, two girls and a boy, and two mouthy malamutes, that always keep her on her toes, and never stop eating.

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Thursday, August 6, 2020

The trouble with quarterbacks by R.S. Grey

R.S. Grey’s next standalone rom-com, The Trouble With Quarterbacks, is coming August 6th! Check it out and order yours today!

About The Trouble WIth Quarterbacks

CANDACE: KAT & YASMINE! DO NOT DALLY! Come straight home after work. Kat, don’t take the long route from the subway station just so you can pass by Cute Hot Dog Guy. This is important! I’ve had THE BEST DAY. You won’t believe it. There I was in my preschool classroom, washing a bit of poo out of some soggy trousers, when this absolute babe came to collect his nephew from my class. Truthfully, I thought I’d blacked out for a moment when I first saw him. He was a proper hunk with glorious brown hair, quite tall, and he had these arms. Are muscly arms supposed to turn me on? I’m panting just thinking about them. Anyway, he told me he’s a professional foosball player. At least, I think that’s what he said. The tots can get quite loud near pick-up time. YASMINE: Foosball? What are you on about? Have you gone mad? KAT: Oh sod off. So what if I like to have a good look at Hot Dog Guy’s arse on my trek home after a hard day’s work? It’s called self-care. CANDACE: Kat, you’re hopeless. Yasmine, yes—foosball! I suppose it’s a big thing over here in the States? We must investigate and learn everything we can. By the way, he’s called Logan. Logan + Candace. I think that sounds quite nice! I can hear the wedding bells now. Dum dum da-dum. YASMINE: Oh good grief. I suppose we can do some snooping when I get home. I’ll grab wine on my way. KAT: I’ll grab hot dogs. THE TROUBLE WITH QUARTERBACKS is a hilarious romance about unlikely love found between a British preschool teacher and the professional quarterback who sweeps her off her feet.

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About R.S. Grey:

R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels. She lives in Texas with her husband and daughter, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at

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Monday, August 3, 2020

A spectacle of Souls by: Jessica Julien

I am so excited that A SPECTACLE OF SOULS by Jessica Julien is available now and that I get to share the news!

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

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon GC & a copy of the eBook courtesy of Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.

About The Book:
Title: A SPECTACLE OF SOULS (Circus of the Stolen Book 1)
Author: Jessica Julien
Pub. Date: July 7, 2020
Publisher: Bleeding Ink Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 268

Caitlyn always thought she was just your average small-town waitress, but she’s anything but average. Suffering from frequent headaches and vivid daydreams, her oddities mask a secret hidden deep within her mind—one that could defeat even the cleverest of psychics.

When a mysterious circus arrives in town, Caitlyn is immediately drawn to it. While visiting the hypnotic show, she meets a seer who warns her of a gruesome future and urges her to stay away. But soon, Caitlyn finds herself ensnared in the show and the Ringmaster himself.

Recognizing Caitlyn’s powers for what they are, and believing they are the ones he has been searching for, the Ringmaster is determined to claim them as his own. Trapped within the circus and the Ringmaster’s devious grip, Caitlyn realizes that to escape the seer’s foretold fate, her only choice is to fight. Banding together with Bevier, an imprisoned psychic, Meg, an eccentric seamstress, and Daniel, a handsome magician, Caitlyn falls into the Psychic Realm to thwart the Ringmaster and stop the show before they succumb to his control and are trapped forever in his spectacle of souls.

Sitting against the velvety pillow, Caitlyn saw they had a perfect view of the stage. They were close enough that she could practically reach out and grasp whoever walked on to perform, yet far enough away to feel as though she couldn’t. It was an odd feeling of being close, far, high, and low it made her head spin with the gentle beat of music surrounding her.

The boy handed them each a glass from his tray. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” Caitlyn said, taking hers and handing one to Vanessa.

“I’ll be back shortly if you need anything else,” he said, giving Vanessa a wink.

“And so it begins!” Vanessa held her glass to cheers with Caitlyn.

Tapping her glass to Vanessa’s, Caitlyn laughed, drinking her shot. The deep crimson liquid tasted like ripe cherries—not tart like the ones used in pies, but the juicy and deep ones that leave behind stains on your fingers.

All the lights flashed twice, the music rose in volume, and the Ringmaster, dressed in a blood red suit, walked onto the stage. Cheers rang from the audience as he bowed multiple times, his arms outstretched toward the crowd.

“Welcome, welcome,” he began. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming back tonight for our show. We hope you brought your appetite, for tonight we have a thrilling routine that will surely delight, and leave you feeling anything but uptight.” He paused as the audience tittered. Caitlyn smiled at the continuous bad rhymes.

“So, relax. Enjoy! And drink up!” The Ringmaster shouted.

The baby-faced boy, Ian, returned, his hand outstretched with two larger glasses filled with amber liquid. One by one, the audience raised their glasses to the stage. Caitlyn and Vanessa mimicked their spirit.

“Tonight, we fill our night with fire and magic!” The Ringmaster clapped and immediately every light snapped off leaving them in utter darkness. Caitlyn felt her body tense as a sudden fear tickled the back of her skull. She had never been afraid of the dark before but her hand shook, and she found herself searching for a ping of light—anything to give her a sense of grounding as she felt herself drowning in blackness. An image began to form within her vision but a gong rang out pulling her back to the show. With a whispering whoosh, all their raised glasses caught fire creating small torches that lit the arena like fireflies.

Caitlyn let out her breath and blinked away the hazy image. She gasped as the stage began to burn in thick flames; yet, no heat cast itself into the audience.

A wave of awe rushed through the arena and out of the dancing flames came two figures, both slender and tall, moving with the blaze. Drifting back toward their escape, the flames rolled flat, lashing out at the dancers who now stood center.

Wearing nothing but tight leather bikini bottoms that glistened in the firelight, a female figure stood. Glitter dotted her body, covering her nipples enough to be censored, and her long obsidian hair pulled tight against her angelic face. As she moved, the braid twisted around her body like a snake. Her arms, laced with gold bracelets, moved gracefully with the flames while her bare feet padded against the flame ridden stage. She flipped, tumbled, and spun around, while fire danced up and down her body, licking at any exposed skin.

In perfect unison, her male partner—lathered in oil and wearing shorts that left nothing to the imagination—cartwheeled and carried her from one end of the stage to the next. As he lifted her into the air—throwing her high above the stage—his slick skin tightened and contracted, allowing the audience to swoon at his perfectly toned body that even Hercules would be envious of. Flames danced up and down his body, wrapping themselves around his bald head, and obeyed his every command.
Still holding their smoldering drinks, Caitlyn felt that the glass itself was not actually getting warmer. She slid her finger through the flame, feeling it’s cool burn.

“Whoa!” She smiled at Vanessa who attempted the same feat.

“Raise your glasses,” the flaming woman yelled in a heavy Italian accent, “and toast to the fire god.”

Saluti,” the man shouted as a gong bellowed.

Saluti!” The audience answered, drinking their fire.

Caitlyn burst with energy as the chilled liquid coated her throat like a menthol cough drop. Her entire body shivered and without thinking, she shouted “another” as Ian passed. Handing her two more shots, she toasted Vanessa and downed another liquid cold fire that left a numbness in her mouth, but a fire in her belly.

The dancers entertained them with flaming swords and blazing hula hoops. They manipulated fire, transforming it into snake-like creatures that struck out at the audience making them gasp for more. They danced together, as if competing for their lives among the flames and grasped the other in places that made Caitlyn blush, blowing flames instead of kisses onto their bodies. Just as the Ringmaster had said, it was turning from chaotic to slightly erotic, and yet, Caitlyn couldn’t look away.

As the stage began to dim leaving an ember-like glow, the dancers allowed a single flame to envelop them. It clung to their bodies and receded, leaving only the female dancer behind who now appeared wearing a tiny red sequined top hat and leotard with a severe neckline. She curtsied to the audience as a thick rope fell from the ceiling which she pulled gently. Nothing happened.

Motioning that she had an idea, she pointed at a man sitting directly in front of her. Waving him up, he climbed onto the stage attempting to avoid any lingering flames.

With her thin arms, she positioned his hands on the rope, motioning for him to tug. He jerked it once, and still, nothing happened. The fire dancer made a sad face, and the audience booed.

“You’re going to have to do better than that!” She patted him on the back. “Come on everyone, cheer him on!”

Caitlyn and Vanessa screamed with those around them, giving him all the encouragement he needed and watched as he put all his weight into it. Suddenly, an echoing rip rang through the audience and the cord fell. In a slow motion blur, the ceiling began to catch fire and spread quickly, leaving behind the twinkling night sky, filled with shooting stars.

A hush fell over the crowd, if from terror or wonderment, the reason was unclear.

What Caitlyn thought were shooting stars, were actually falling ash that drifted down to the audience. A piece landed on her arm. It was cool, like a drop of rain, and left behind a shimmering hue on her skin as she brushed it off.

A moment later, the sky began to concave toward the stage like a rush of water being freed from a blockage. The falling stars turned into fireballs, colliding with the ground while the audience sat in their glow, gasping and holding their breath and as the final flame reached the platform and died out, a murmur started in the audience.

“What just happened?” Vanessa asked, turning toward Caitlyn, her face speckled with stardust.

“I think—” Caitlyn began but stopped as the stage began to shift.

The glitter vibrated and lifted, rippling out from the center like a rock being thrown into a serene pond.
Everyone tittered in anticipation, their seats vibrating with the commotion before them. Vanessa gripped Caitlyn’s hand as the stage exploded, covering everyone in stardust.

After a second of silence, the audience erupted in laughter as it fell like fresh snow, tickling their skin.
Rising from the remaining ashes, like a newborn Phoenix, Daniel proudly stood center stage. His bedazzled suit threw speckled light off him like a disco ball, bouncing from side to side. Removing his top hat, he bowed to the audience. They clapped, standing in ovation at the magic before them.

“Thank you! Thank you all for being here tonight for this magical delight.”

Everyone chuckled. Caitlyn felt herself blush as Daniel made eye contact with her, his smile pulling into a wide stage grin.

“What you just witnessed was nothing more than hypnotic magic as you are all under my control.” He stopped as the crowd gasped then replaced his top hat. “With the clap of my hands, everything you thought you saw will vanish,” he said, lowering his voice. Daniel lifted his hands and clapped.
Caitlyn blinked as if waking from a dream, and realized that they all sat in the original, stardust-less arena. No flames coated the stage, nothing glistened in the moonlight above them, and the big top had not exploded into the night—everything sat untouched.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Caitlyn said, clapping loudly along with the audience.
Vanessa smiled back. “I can’t believe it! It felt so real.”

“Thank you. Thank you!” Daniel bowed. “Now, if you could all reach into your pocket and pull out what’s in there. Oh, no. You don’t have a pocket?” He pointed to a woman who wore a slinky blue dress.

“Well, reach down in front there,” he said, motioning for her to reach between her breasts. “See if—Oh, see, there it is!” He laughed. “Everyone please, pull out the card and raise them high.”

Caitlyn reached into her shorts pocket and felt a thin piece of cardboard. Pulling it out, she saw she held the two of hearts and lifted it high into the air.

“Alright, great! Now, keep your arms up if you hold a card higher than a four.”

Caitlyn lowered her hand and saw confusion cross Daniel’s face. His eyes had been on her, waiting to see what she would do. Vanessa sat at the edge of her seat, her arm up straight.

“Now, keep your arm up if you have a card in the spade family.”

Half of the hands fell.

“Okay,” he said rubbing his hands together. “We are getting there.”

The audience chattered with laughter.

“Keep them up if you have a card of spades that is higher than an eight.”

Only a dozen hands remained taut—one of which was Vanessa’s.

“Higher than a ten.”

Another four or five hands fell. Caitlyn looked wide-eyed at Vanessa who bounced at the edge of her seat.

“Higher than a queen?”

Two hands remained.

“But not an Ace.”

One hand lowered.

“We have a winner!”

The audience clapped.

“Please, come down to the stage, the lovely lady with the King of Spades!”

Vanessa screamed with joy as she jumped to her feet. “Oh my goodness! That’s me! I never win anything.” She squeezed Caitlyn’s arm before bounding down to the stage.

About Jessica:

Born in the picturesque state of Washington, Jessica Julien is the marketing director of a boutique publishing company, a stay at home mom, wife, and wanderluster. When not drafting marketing plans or doing laundry, she spends her time writing young adult and new adult novels focused on the paranormal and supernatural inspired by her love of all things dark and twisty. With her vivacious imagination, witty personality, and ability to bring sarcasm to a new level Jessica creates unique worlds and characters that readers can't help but hate to love and love to hate.

In her free time, Jessica can be found enjoying a cup of dark roasted coffee while snuggling under a blanket with a good book. When the weather is right she hops in the car with her husband, son, and dogs to road trip across the country where she delights in eating red vines, drinking iced lattes, and singing loudly in the passenger seat.

P.S She loves pumpkins, her dogs, the rain, eating food, being snarky, and staying away from all people if possible...but she won’t tell you that because her bio is already TOO LONG so find her on social media to learn more...

P.S.S Jessica Julien loves coffee so much she mentioned it twice, it does not mean she has a problem. She can stop anytime she wants (*whispers) she doesn’t want to!

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Friday, May 8, 2020

The right to remain silent by: Anya Summers

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Anya Summers will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

The Right To Remain Silent

He never expects to find her there…

Officer Quinten Blackthorne is working undercover to bring the Rudnikov Mob Empire to its knees. He never expects to find his best friend’s baby sister, Becca, in the center of a powder keg situation at the infamous mobster’s home. With her life on the line, he does the only thing he can think of to save her – he pretends that she’s his fiancée, who knows nothing of his clandestine activities with the criminal enterprise, and stands as her stalwart protector.

Forced into marriage…

But Quinten never expects the mob boss to force them into marriage at gunpoint as a test of loyalty. Not to mention, the idea of her belonging to him isn’t unappealing, nor is he as averse to the prospect as he lets on. Becca, with her sweet curves and take no prisoners attitude, fascinates him, stirs him, and leaves him craving her submission. Yet his past is fraught with broken dreams and death, so he uses his friendship with her brother as a shield against his yearning to claim her as his own.

Resistance is futile…

However, circumstances soon compel Becca and Quinten to become the most unlikely allies in a deadly game of deception. Now they must depend on one another for survival. As they race to unlock the keys to breaking the case, will Quinten be able to maintain his hands-off policy with Becca? Or will he surrender to the earth-shattering passion and turn their marriage of convenience into the real deal?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy friends to lovers romance contains elements of power exchange. While it’s the third in the Crescent City Kings series, it can be enjoyed independently.

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Quinten beg someone? Yeah, right.

She imagined even the Hell’s Angels motorcycle gang moved out of Quinten’s way when he approached. In front of the entire crime entourage, he snarled, “What the fuck are you doing here, Becca?”

Rudnikov glanced between them, speculative interest and suspicion in his dead gaze. “You two know each other, Quinten?”

Quinten grabbed her hand and squeezed her fingers. Hard. Like he was trying to pass along a meaning that she still didn’t understand—mainly because her entire day had taken on a weird damn Twilight Zone bent, with danger and betrayal filtering in through every crack. Quinten, with her hand still gripped in his much larger one, turned to Rudnikov and said, “Yes, we do know each other. She’s my fiancée, sir. She doesn’t know that I work for you.”

At the pressure on her hand, and Quinten’s declaration, Becca stared at Quinten like he had gone mad. Fiancée? What the hell? What was the man playing at?

“Is that a fact? I don’t see a ring on her hand,” Rudnikov replied, his face an inscrutable mask.

That was it. They were dead. Her story would end, here, now, holding Quinten’s hand. On the bright side, Becca thought, she wouldn’t die alone. Tension oozed in the room. She’d frozen and even forgot to breathe. The guards had their hands in position against their firearms. Becca prayed she wouldn’t pass out or pee in her pants in terror.

“That’s because she’s miffed with me. We had a fight the other night and she took it off. But she loves me.” Quinten stared down at her from his six foot plus height, his cognac gaze imparting a play along message while he pretended to be a man besotted.

Becca didn’t understand—any of it. Not why Sasha had betrayed her trust, or whether Quinten was a dirty cop and only coming to her rescue because he was friends with her brother, or whether the mob boss intended to let her walk out of his house alive.

“Is this true, Miss O’Malley?” Rudnikov asked like he was daring her to dispute Quinten’s outlandish claim.

Pain shot up her arm from her hand as Quinten squeezed. Becca tried to keep her expression serene. Doubt shrouded Rudnikov’s hard glare. Better to have the crime boss believe she was with Quinten than alone and at his mercy. With a silent prayer, she tossed her lot in with the devil she knew. “It’s true, Mister Rudnikov. I’m engaged to the big lug—for now, at least.”

“And why just for now?” Rudnikov’s stare made her want to squirm. But she held it together—barely. Staring Rudnikov in his eyes the color of mahogany, Becca knew what it was like to stare evil in the face. The man would have no qualms about ending her life, right here, right now. The bastard wouldn’t even flinch at the blood spilled in his ornate sitting room.

“Because the blasted man keeps dragging his heels. Any time I try to set a date, he gives me the runaround. He’s the one who proposed and made me all insane with wanting the whole fairytale wedding deal. It’s almost like he doesn’t want to marry me, and I took the ring off until he’s willing to set a date. And why didn’t you tell me about all this, sweetie?” She glanced at Quinten and found approval there.

Rudnikov chuckled and said in a deprecating manner, “Because business is the providence of men, Miss O’Malley… and to show that there are no hard feelings, I will help you young lovebirds out. I can’t have one of my men breaking a vow with my newest business associate, now can I? You’ll marry. Tonight, in fact. Robbie, call Father Vincent. Ask him to be here within the hour to perform a marriage ceremony.”

“But, but… I don’t think—” Becca sputtered. Marry Quinten? Was Rudnikov serious?

Quinten’s hold on her hand tightened even more. She wondered if she would have any bones left before the night was over, or if they would crack into jagged pieces. Quinten protested, “Sir, that’s a generous offer. But she wants a big church wedding and I don’t—”

Rudnikov waved him off. “Nonsense. It will happen tonight. You can always do the fancy wedding later.”

Becca opened her mouth to refuse but shut it again at Rudnikov’s piercing glare. In the game of chicken, he had called their bluff and was waiting to strike. Becca moved closer to Quinten, choosing her side.

About the Author:
Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Dungeon Fantasy Club Series

Her Highland Master, Book 1
To Master and Defend, Book 2
Two Doms for Kara, Book 3
His Driven Domme, Book 4
Her Country Master, Book 5
Love Me, Master Me, Book 6
Submit To Me, Book 7
Her Wired Dom, Book 8

Pleasure Island Series

Her Master & Commander, Book 1 Island-Book-ebook/dp/B06Y5SVVB9/
Her Music Masters, Book 2
Their Shy Submissive, Book 3
Her Lawful Master, Book 4
Her Rockstar Dom, Book 5
Duets & Dominance, Book 6
Her Undercover Dom, Book 7
Ménage In Paradise, Book 8
Her Rodeo Masters, Book 9

Cuffs & Spurs Series

His Scandalous Love, Book 1
His Unexpected Love, Book 2
His Wicked Love, Book 3
His Untamed Love, Book 4
His Tempting Love, Book 5
His Seductive Love, Book 6
His Secret Love, Book 7
His Cherished Love, Book 8

The Alcyran Chronicles

Taken by the Beast, Book 1
Claimed by the Beast, Book 2
Loved by the Beast, Book 3
Seduced by the Beast, Book 4 – Coming Soon
Chosen by the Beast, Book 5 – Coming Soon

Crescent City Kings

Lone Survivor, Book 1
Far Reaching Consequences, Book 2
The Right To Remain Silent, Book 3
Bound To Protect, Book 4 – Coming Soon
Self Sacrifice, Book 5 – Coming Soon
Never Surrender, Book 6 – Coming Soon
Oath & Indenture, Book 7 – Coming Soon

Boxed Sets

The Dungeon Fantasy Club
The Pleasure Island Collection
The Cuffs & Spurs Collection

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Friday, May 1, 2020

Escucha means listen by: Talia Aikens-Nuñez

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Talia Aikens-Nunez will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Take a journey through the world — just listening. Escucha Means Listen helps children discover sounds around them in both English and Spanish. A beautiful picture book with lyrical prose and delightful illustrations, from lawn mowing to the splish-splashing of rain puddles.

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Buzz. Buzz. Qué oyes? (What do you hear?)
Las abejas (The bees) circling the flowers.

Woosh. Woosh. What do you hear?
El viento (The wind) is whistling by.

Shh. Shh. Qué oyes? (What do you hear?)
Las hojas (The leaves) are dancing on the trees.

About the Author:
Talia Aikens-Nuñez wanted to be a meteorologist, a politician and a lawyer. She never thought she would be an author. It was the birth of her daughter that caused her to start writing. Raising a bilingual child inspired Talia to write multicultural children’s books.

Talia’s family loves nature so much that she and her husband vowed that they willalways try to live close to water. She and her family live in Connecticut with a little pond.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Carson of Venus by: Matt Betts

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Enter to win a physical copy of the paperback of Carson of Venus: The Edge of All Worlds (continental US only). Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Carson of Venus is back in the first novel of groundbreaking Edgar Rice Burroughs Universe series!

When a mysterious enemy attacks his adopted nation of Korva, Earthman Carson Napier discovers his own arrival on Venus years ago may have unknowingly triggered the strike. The invaders' trail of death and destruction leads Carson and his beloved princess Duare headlong into battle against a seemingly invincible, primordial race. But that is not Carson's only challenge, for an uncanny phenomenon has entangled him with two strange individuals from beyond spacetime. Will Carson be able to solve the mysteries of his past and the enigmatic visitors before the entire planet descends into chaos?

Also includes the bonus novelette "Pellucidar: Dark of the Sun" by Christopher Paul Carey, introducing Victory Harben, the ERB Universe's newest heroine:

The very principle of physics behind the Gridley Wave has mysteriously failed, cutting off all communication between the hollow world of Pellucidar and the outer crust, and now inventor Jason Gridley must seek help from his brilliant young protégé, Victory Harben. Together they recover timeworn records from deep in the ruins of a dead Mahar city, hoping to use knowledge of Pellucidar's former reptilian overlords to jumpstart the Gridley Wave. But when their experiment goes terribly wrong, Jason and Victory suddenly find themselves drawn into the inscrutable machinations of an ancient evil.


A century before the term "crossover" became a buzzword in popular culture, Edgar Rice Burroughs created the first expansive, fully cohesive literary universe. Coexisting in this vast cosmos was a pantheon of immortal heroes and heroines--Tarzan of the Apes, Jane Clayton, John Carter, Dejah Thoris, Carson Napier, and David Innes being only the best known among them. In Burroughs' 80-plus novels, their epic adventures transported them to the strange and exotic worlds of Barsoom, Amtor, Pellucidar, Caspak, and Va-nah, as well as the lost civilizations of Earth and even realms beyond the farthest star. Now the Edgar Rice Burroughs Universe expands in an all-new series of canonical novels written by today's talented authors!

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“My liege, let us take you to your quarters,” Lisant Or said, moving to the jong’s side. “If one of our nearby towns is under attack, there may be a danger to Sanara as well. We must get you to safety.”

Taman was having none of it. “Nonsense,” he said. “Carson, can you get us to Jovita swiftly?”

“Absolutely,” I said. Jovita was one of the closest settlements to Sanara, but it still lay nestled near a valley some half an hour away by air. “The anotar we arrived in should still be flight-ready out on the landing strip,” I went on, “and my personal craft is waiting inside the hangar near that. We could take a few people with us, but not many.” My anotar was designed to hold only a pilot and one passenger, though I knew we could squeeze in one more safely. The other anotar was a little more forgiving; meant to hold four in comfort, it might allow for another two or three passengers before the added weight would be a detriment to lift and velocity.

The jong said, “I will go with you and Duare.”

“Very well,” I replied. Unlike Lisant Or, I knew better than to suggest that the jong remain behind in safety.

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About the Author:
Matt Betts worked for years in radio as an on-air personality, anchor and reporter. His fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. His work includes the steampunk novel, Odd Men Out, urban fantasy crime novel Indelible Ink, and his recent cryptid/horror novel White Anvil: Sasquatch Onslaught. His current release Carson of Venus: The Edge of all Worlds continues a series begun by Edgar Rice Burroughs.

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Friday, April 3, 2020

Paragon By: Shauna Alderson

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Now that high school is over, Randi just wants to live her quiet life in her little town, but it doesn’t feel right without her friends there. Ever the daredevils, they’ve gone to seek adventure in the capital city of Grandin, and Randi can’t help but feel left behind. Not to mention she definitely can’t stop thinking about that kiss she and Eddy shared before he left.

When Randi discovers a mysterious mark on her skin that matches an illustration in “A Handbook on Paragonhood”, she’s thrown into a world of powerful gods and ancient magic that she thought only existed in the myths. She’ll have to step out of her comfort zone—and into the dangerous streets of Grandin—to find a way to protect herself and the people she loves.

Randi’s not the only one with a secret, though, and she finds herself questioning who she can trust. Randi will have to wrestle with what it means to be a Paragon and how far she’s willing to go to do what’s right.

With the fate of the world on the line, can she live up to being one of the chosen?

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Louis comes into view as I round the corner of the restaurant into the simple, well-kept yard. He's facing the other way, holding a wooden staff, not even wearing a coat. I'm about to call out and let him know I'm there, but before I can, he spins in a circle, extending the stick as gracefully as if it were a part of his arm. His movements are soft and flowing as he twists around a large cobbled circle in the middle of the yard. It looks like a gentle dance, but it's evident from the way he maneuvers the stick and guards his torso that it's also a fight.

Louis comes back to a neutral position and bows to an invisible adversary before him. “That was the swan,” he says, making me jump. “And this is the dragon.”

He steps aggressively, each strike hard and fierce. He jabs the staff out before him and twirls, nearly horizontal with it. A few stances later, he accidentally whacks himself in the shoulder with the practice weapon.

He bursts out laughing. “It’s not my best form.” He approaches me while massaging his shoulder. “Good thing you’re not my grandma, or you’d make me practice until I got it right.”

“I like the swan better, anyway.”

“Me too.” He blinks as a raindrop falls on his cheek. We both turn to the sky as thunder rumbles in the distance. “Looks like it’ll be a downpour.”

About the AuthorShauna Alderson began writing teen fantasy even before she was a teen. After she “grew up", she completed creative writing courses (and a BA in Development Studies) at the University of Calgary. When not reading or writing, she can usually be found teaching ESL, composing on the piano, creating art, or volunteering abroad. She also enjoys dessert, Studio Ghibli films, and being the silliest person she knows.


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