🎉🎈Happy Release ~ Rafael by Faith Gibson🎉🎈

 

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Author: Faith Gibson

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: November 18, 2014

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♦Synopsis♦

There’s a new species of shapeshifter in town…

faiths teaser 3Rafael Stone is the King of the Gargoyle shapeshifters. His family, The Stone Society, has ruled the Americas for over seven hundred years. As an architect, he has spent the last thirty years helping to rebuild New Atlanta since the near Apocalypse. As King of the Gargouille, he has spent those same thirty years protecting his city from the dregs of society.

Kaya Kane is the New Atlanta Chief of Police. At thirty-six, not only is she the youngest, but also the first female Chief the city has ever had. She has dedicated her life to keeping her city safe. When a multiple homicide brings her face to face with the elusive Rafael Stone, her life will never be the same.

 

Rafael’s kind has never mated with a human but just speaking to Chief Kane on the telephone nearly brings him to his knees. Kaya has given up on ever having a relationship other than her career. When the two meet, sparks fly. Literally. Can Rafael give in to the fact that Kaya’s human? Can she overlook the evidence pointing to Rafael as the killer?

 

Rafael, Stone Society Book 1 introduces you to a new world filled with Bad Ass shifters and the mates who love them.

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Faith Gibson lives outside Nashville, Tennessee with the love of her life, and her two-legged best friends. She began writing in high school and over the years penned many stories, and poems. When her dreams continued to get crazier than the one before, she decided to keep a dream journal. Many of these night-time escapades have led to a line, a chapter, and even a complete story.

 

When Faith isn’t penning her crazy ideas, she is either reading, riding her Harley, or playing trivia while consuming craft beer.

 

 

 

 

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Happy Release to Karen Erickson!  Check out `GAME FOR TONIGHT’

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A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint… 

She’ll teach him the art of seduction one play at a time… 
 

Publicist Aubrey Cooper never should have crossed the line. After all, pro football player Flynn Foley is her client. But something about this mouth-wateringly-hot, clean-cut athlete makes Aubrey imagine all kinds of X-rated fantasies. And it only takes one game-changing play―and one night―to turn the tables from strictly business to very, very personal…

Flynn has maintained a no-sexy-distractions policy for his entire pro career. Aubrey is exactly the kind of distraction he was trying to avoid, and she’s the one he can’t resist. When the media catches wind of their naughty little liaison, however, Aubrey’s boss steps in to make them an official couple. What Flynn doesn’t know is that Aubrey is forced to fake the relationship―or lose her job. Now Aubrey must hide the truth…even as she begins to fall for Flynn.

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Excerpt

Aubrey cracked open her eyes, studying him like he’d lost his mind. Which he sort of had—over her. He kissed her again before she could say a word, losing himself in her sweet lips, the soft little moans sounding low in her throat.

He liked sex. And he liked the woman in his arms plenty. So much, that he’d kept her at arm’s length for months for fear of falling hard for her and ruining his concentration. Besides, he wasn’t much of a rule breaker, damn it. If it was against company policy to date a fellow employee, then he wasn’t going to do it.

But screw it. He felt as if everything was uncertain right now, up in the air, unconfirmed. Walsh wasn’t talking—at least he wasn’t talking enough. The conversation they’d had before Aubrey had interrupted them had been full of nothing but a bunch of crap. Coach had acted downright evasive.

The vibe he was getting from his coach? He didn’t like it. At all.

He was tired of worrying about things that were out of his control. What was the big deal if he kissed Aubrey anyway? Maybe he could work her out of his system. Maybe kissing her wouldn’t be all that special and he could walk away from this.

Ha. Tell that to his overheated, turned-inside-out body. Flynn broke away from Aubrey’s lips to catch some air, though really, he wanted to look at her, memorize this moment when he’d first kissed Aubrey. Even in the dim light, he could see her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed. She opened her eyes, the dazed look in them sending an arrow of arousal shooting straight through him, making his cock twitch. Pride suffused him. He put that look on her face.

“Flynn.” She pursed her lips, exhaling softly, the sound shaky. “What in the world was that?”

He smiled. She was a bundle of nerves, his publicist.  Always running around, a little manic, a lot frantic, riding his ass to do this, do that. She’d been harder on Hamilton, but that crazy guy needed someone to rein him in most of the time.

“I thought it was a kiss? Unless I’m doing it wrong…” A chuckle escaped him, and he hoped she was in on the joke.

“No. You were definitely not doing it wrong.” She blew out a trembling breath, her gaze cautious. “I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page.” Leaning in, he nuzzled her cheek with his, kissing a soft path along her fragrant skin until his mouth was on hers once more. “A shame you didn’t recognize it.”

She smiled against his lips, her fingers tightening in his hair. “I just thought…”

“Thinking gets you nowhere,” he whispered just before he took the kiss deeper, his tongue thrusting, his mouth devouring. She was a thinker, which meant she set her brain to smoking more often than not. And he wanted her feeling, not thinking or worrying.

He gripped her hips with both hands and pulled her in, wanting her as close as he could get her. This…thing between them had been brewing for a while, torturing him. She’d been by his side almost constantly the past few months, guiding his career, carefully preserving his image.

Every time he was with her, the scent of her hair drove him wild. The way he caught her looking at him, her gaze hungry, her lips damp, echoed an answering call deep within him.

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Karen Erickson

USA Today bestselling author Karen Erickson writes what she loves to read – sexy contemporary romance. Published since 2006, she’s a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite with her husband and three children. She’s also known as NYT and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy.

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☆☆☆Cover Reveal☆☆☆My Wife’s Lil Secret by Eve Rabi

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TITLE  My Wife’s Li’l Secret

AUTHOR  Eve Rabi

GENRE  Women’s Fiction

PUBLICATION DATE  18 November 2014

PUBLISHER  Eve Rabi

COVER ARTIST  Eve Rabi

 

 

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BOOK SYNOPSIS

She called me the miracle in her life, I called her my Li’l treasure.

Sounds corny, I know, but I really believed I was the luckiest bastard on earth. I had the loving and supportive wife, a nurturing mother to our two precious girls, a thriving business and the future looked rosy. I was a contented man.

But overnight everything changed. My wife withdrew from me, ignored our children, and made it clear she was no longer interested in playing the role of wife and mother.

We had two children under five, they needed her. I needed her.

When her dressing began to change and she disappeared for hours, I suspected I was not enough for her.

Thinking she was having an affair, I placed my wife of five years under surveillance.

What my surveillance revealed shook my world, broke my heart and exposed a web of lies and deceit.

 

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Since my wife was out partying again, bedtime routine for our girls was left to me. Again. I tucked Ally and Becky into bed and began to read a story to them. Once upon a time…”

Dadda? Ally said placing her hand on the storybook and stopping me from continuing.

I paused and looked at my daughter. Yes, Alleycat?

Dadda, what’s a hooka?

Whaaaat? I peered at my daughter wondering if I had heard correctly.

The teacher at preschool, she said, ‘Here comes the hooka,’ when she saw Mummy.

Slowly, I lowered the book and stared at my daughter. It’s it’s …”

How do I explain what a hooker is to a four-year-old? I shouldn’t even be in a position where I had to.

The lady shouldn’t have said that, Ally, I muttered.

But, Dadda …”

Two-year-old Becky spun around and clamped her hand over Ally’s mouth. Shhh! Let Daddy read the story, Ally!

Becky hated anyone interrupting a story, so to prevent her from getting mad with us, both Ally and I fell silent. I continued reading even though I was terribly distracted by Ally’s words.

Talk about it tomorrow, Ally, I muttered when the opportunity arose.

Ally nodded.

After the kids fell asleep, I sat in my lounge in the dark and pondered Ally’s teacher’s comment.

Liefie had great legs, a great figure and I had no problem with her wearing whatever she liked, but people were talking and clearly her dressing needed to be addressed.

Of course I expected Liefie to become angry when I confronted her about it, accuse me of controlling her and after the number of arguments we had had, I was reluctant to talk to her about it.

But when I saw her the following evening, all dolled up and ready to party without her family again, hooker was the word, alright.

Her red skirt was the size of a large belt, her white top strained across her breasts and ended above her belly button, her fake tan looked like she’d dipped herself in food coloring and that garish, face paint with that dominating electric-blue eye shadowreminded me of Braveheart.

She didn’t look pretty; she looked like an aging prostitute. Harsh words, I know, but they weren’t out of malice, they were simply an observation. (People were talking, remember?)

Tarty make-up aside, to my absolute surprise, she sported two piercings above her left eyebrows. My jaw fell.

When did that happen, I wondered? How could that happen? Why hadn’t she told me about it?

Of course it was her body and she was free to do what she liked to it, but facial piercings weren’t something I liked. She knew that.

She could have at least mentioned it to me before she pieced her face. We were husband and wife; it was reasonable to expect her to talk to me about something like that before she did it.

What’s with the piercing? I asked, both mesmerized and irritated by them.

She shrugged, flashed me a deal-with-it look and turned away.

With a weary sigh, I walked around to face her. We need to talk.

A guarded look flashed in her eyes before they hardened.

Liefie, you need to dress more like a mother, I said in a quiet voice. You have two children and …”

What?! You want to tell me how to dress now? You want to CONTROL ME?

Just as I had expected.

Hey, keep you voice down, will you? I’m talking to you, that’s all.

There is nothing wrong with my dressing, okay?! Nothing!

Yes, there is, Liefie. Your skirts are too short, your tops are way too tight and the people at Ally’s school are talking about it. You need to …”

Ally’s school? Her heavily-lined eyes slanted.

Yes!

Her painted, pillar-box-red mouth twisted into a sneer. You’re lying.

I’m not. I swear!

She cocked her head and looked at me. Who told you that?

Ally told me. She said one of the mothers or teachers, I can’t remember, after seeing you, used the word hooker.

Her body stiffened. Ally said .THAT?!?

Yea…”

That bitch! Where is she?! She turned and strode off in search of Ally. Even though she was in heels, she almost ran.

Liefie stop! I cried running after her, shocked she would call her little daughter a bitch. Leave her alone!

She found Ally playing with Becky in the TV room. Did you call me a hooker? she demanded, putting her flaming face in Ally’s.

Liefie stop this shit! I warned.

Ally’s eyes flitted between Liefie’s and mine, a terrified look on her face.

Liefie!  I hissed. Stop this …”

Liefie suddenly backhanded Ally across the face, sending her crashing into a doll’s house.

Ally lay on the floor so stunned, she didn’t even cry. The only thing that showed her distress was puddle appearing around her waist.

For a moment, I too was stunned. Liefie had never ever hit our kids before.

Then fury overtook me  I grabbed my wife by the hair and slammed her against the wall.

Putting my face in hers, I snarled, You ever touch my child like that and I will fuck the shit out of you, understand? UNDERSTAND?

Her attempt to look defiant failed and I saw fear flicker in her eyes.

I had never hit Liefie before, never even called her names, so this wasn’t something she was used to.

Don’t ever lay a finger on any of my daughters. Understand? I pushed my face further into hers, resisting the urge to head-butt her.

Daddy, stop! Daddy! Ally cried, while Becky started to whimper. I looked over at my two children clinging to each other, terror on their little faces.

What am I doing?!

Quickly, I released Liefie and took a giant step back.

I walked over to Ally and Becky, scooped up both of them and hugged them to me. It’s okay, it’s okay!

They looked at their mother who stood holding her head with both hands, but did not try to go to her.

After a few moments, Liefie ran out of the room, shouting, Your father is an abusive man! He just abused me in front of our children. That’s the kind of man I married!

I looked at Ally. Sorry, hon.

Why did you tell her, Daddy? Ally whispered, holding her tear-stained cheek.

I’m sorry, Al, I was trying to get her to do the right thing. I’m sorry.

You knew she’d hit me, Daddy. You shouldn’t have told her.

I peered at Ally. What are you talking about? She doesn’t hit you, Ally. Usually. Right?

No answer.

ALLY?!

I need to change my pants, Ally muttered, ignoring my questions.

My head jerked to look at little Becky.

Becky’s head bobbed, her eyes opening wide.

You can’t be serious?!

My eyes shifted back to Ally. This is the first time she hit you, right? Or does she hit you? Tell me, Ally. I shook her. Tell me!

Becky’s head continued to bob.

All the time, Daddy, Ally finally muttered. Yesterday she hit me because I took too long to get Uncle Viggo’s beer. From the fridge.

WHAAAT? She had my four-year-old daughter fetching alcohol for her brother?

Ally nodded.

Mummy hit Ally here, Becky said, slapping the top of her head.

I was mortified at what I was hearing.

If Liefie could hit my daughter that way in front of me, backhand her, what would she be doing behind my back? Aghast, I looked at my firstborn who I idolized. Ally, honey, why didn’t you tell me this?

You weren’t here, Dadda. And Mummy said if I carry tales she’ll make me sorry. Fat tears coursed down little Ally cheeks.

I drew my girls closer, feeling absolutely gutted to know they were being silently abused by their own mother. I’m sorry, I said. Daddy will make it stop. I’m so sorry. This is not going to happen again. I promise.

 

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Eve Rabi lives in Sydney Australia, but was born in South Africa.

She is the author of 25 books and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, her alpha males and her ability to make you cry and make you laugh as you fall in love.

She loves music and cannot live without it.

She also enjoys dancing, (was a Latin dance instructor years ago) and keeps her kids in line by threatening to bust a Zumba move in front of their school assembly.

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What Rough Beast by H.R Knight

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TITLE  What Rough Beast

AUTHOR  H. R. Knight

GENRE  Paranormal Mystery

PUBLICATION DATE  9/8/14

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 320pp/109,000 words

PUBLISHER  H. R. Knight

COVER ARTIST  Rebecca Poole

 

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Harry Houdini asks Sir Arthur Conan Doyle to help him expose Maximillian Cairoa spiritualist medium. But the two men underestimate Cairo. He’s a master of the occult and the most debauched man in London. Conan Doyle and Houdini get more than they bargained for when they interrupt a magic ritual and accidentally set loose a force for ecstasy and chaos on an unsuspecting Edwardian London.

Soon one of their friends is falsely accused of a grisly murder. Conan Doyle and Houdini are sure the real killer was at the ritual with them. They’re faced with a locked-room homicide that baffles even Houdini.

One by one, people in the little group who attended the ceremony feel an insidious influence creep over them. Each succumbs to a burst of creativity, shortly followed by an act of uncontrollable madness.

The proper Victorian gentleman and the ebullient New Yorker must team up to solve the murder and stop the thing they set loose before it completely unravels their ordered world.

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Chapter 28 – Encounter in the Fog

 

As we strolled along the tiny cobblestone lane, there was not a cab in sight. Not that we could see far in the darkness. The damp fog off the Thames had worked its way north to this neighbourhood. A thick patch of it rolled in quickly. In a few minutes, we could barely see across the street.

A little chill ran down my spine. I had a distinct feeling of being watched. I turned to look behind me. The gaslights had become faint glows that hid more than they illuminated. Movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. There, had something behind us just flitted into the shadow of a doorway? Or was it merely a swirl of mist? I felt alone and quite vulnerable. I was grateful for the sturdy companion at my side. Houdini spoke in a low voice.

Let’s get out of here, he said. I’m getting the creeps.

We picked up our pace and made south for Euston Road. The fog thickened and thinned around us in pale, cottony patches. We encountered no other soul. At its densest, the fog could have concealed armies. Indeed, it played strange tricks on one’s ears. I thought I heard footsteps shuffling along behind us. Perhaps it was the lateness of the hour or the disturbing events we were investigating, but the sound made me uneasy. We continued on even more quickly. Then, suddenly, we were in the clear. We could see the entire block of flats behind us. I paused, and restrained my companion with a hand on his arm. Here was our chance to get a good look at our pursuer. I could not be sure, but I thought I heard a foot scrape the stones of the road before silence surrounded us. I looked to Houdini.

I heard it too, he said softy. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. Back there.

Why his confirmation filled me with dread, I cannot say. The person behind us was almost certainly a weary pilgrim such as we, eager for his own sitting room and a warm fire.

I saw that Houdini had drawn the sharpened screwdriver out of his pocket and held it like a dagger. We turned to face whoever was following us.

Halfway down the street a single gaslight glowed feebly. At the end of the lane a figure approached. It jogged along the walls of the buildings. I got an impression of a manlike shape with an impossibly lean body and grotesquely long limbs. It loped along in an odd, loose-jointed way. I could have sworn I heard soft, animal-like moans. It was as if some savage beast were hot on our trail. I felt Houdini clutch my shoulder.

What is it? he hissed in my ear.

I could only shake my head. It was like no creature I had seen in all my travels. The thing’s unnatural form filled me with loathing. Its huge shadow, magnified by the streetlamp, flitted along the bricks of the buildings.

I stood, my eyes riveted on the gaslight down the street. What would I see when the thing stepped full into the glow? As if in answer to my thought, it paused and sniffed the air. The misshapen head swiveled until it pointed precisely in our direction. Its eyes glittered with a malign emerald glow.

The beast took a step forward. Then an absolutely unexpected thing happened. Just before it stepped full into the light, the creature swarmed straight up the sheer wall. I gasped at the speed with which it scaled the bricks. It climbed until it was lost in the shadows. For a moment, all was silent. Then I heard a sound that chilled me to my soulthe faint sound of claws scrabbling across the roof tiles high above us. And the sound was approaching rapidly.

Come on, Houdini hissed, grabbing my sleeve.

We took off down the street at a run. My shoes slipped on the flagstones. I wheeled my arms to catch my balance. On and on we raced. The blood beat in my temples. We careened into abrupt turns and doubled back on ourselves. Soon we were back in another patch of fog. My breath sounded harsh in my ears. At last I felt Houdini’s grasp on my arm as he pulled me to a stop.

I sagged against the cold bricks and gasped for air. Silence surrounded us. My heart pounded in my chest. Had we given our pursuer the slip? The alley next to us was dark. We huddled in its shadows and peeped around the corner. We could barely make out the walls of the tenements that loomed over us. The stones beneath our feet were rough and uneven. The cold air seared the back of my throat as I caught my breath. I scarcely dared look back for fear of seeing something.

Houdini whispered. I think we lost

The unmistakable sound of scrabbling above us cut him off.

Run!

The cry echoed off the walls. We plunged into the blackness of the street before us. I was racing at full speed before I realised that it was I who had shrieked the command. Our feet pounded the pavement as we dashed through the darkness. We both flung our arms up to protect from an overhead attack. The thing that pursued uswas it what had murdered Mackleston’s brother?

The street turned out to be a long, curving one with no side alleys. But at the end I thought I discerned a glow of light.

At… end, Houdini gasped beside me. Stop … set ambush.

I thought of what the creature above us had done to Reggie and shivered. How could we defend against an attack that could come from any direction? But each breath I drew felt like a stab in my side. I couldn’t run much longer.

Not three yards from the end of the street a huge figure loomed out of the lowering fog in front of us. We skidded to a stop and barely avoided colliding with it.

Here now, what’s the rush, lads? a loud voice boomed. Two hands the size of hams clutched at our lapels and hauled us into the street. Let’s get a better look at you, the voice declared.

We found ourselves under an electric light on Euston Road. The figure looming over us revealed itself as a frowning giant of a policeman. The fog had lowered again. Little droplets had condensed on the brass buttons of his uniform. They glittered like gems under the lamplight. Though I continued to gasp for air, my relief was palpable. As he saw how we were dressed, a look of surprise registered on his face and he loosed his hold on us.

I beg your pardon, gentlemen, he said. Then he noticed the sharpened screwdriver, still clutched in Houdini’s hand. Now what

Constable, I panted, someone or something is after us. I pointed into the blackness behind us.

Houdini nodded vigorously as he leaned over to suck in air. Tried to lose him … chased us a good two miles.

Oh, he has, has he? The officer drew his truncheon out of his belt and turned to face the yawning darkness. We’ll see about that.

I could not let him face the demon alone. Whoever he is. .. he’s gone mad, I warned between breaths. You must … get reinforcements.

The policeman turned back to us and smiled. One man only?

At least wait… until we catch … our breaths, I urged. We’ll accompany you.

The policeman seemed not to have heard me. His face lit up in anticipation. William the Conqueror’s face might have looked the same as he led the charge at Hastings.

I hope he tries to resist arrest. I truly do.

So saying, he picked up a little black lantern from the ground beside him. He lifted it to head height and plunged into the unlit street.

Like Custer at Little Bighorn, Houdini muttered to himself. Neither of us had fully recovered, but we straightened up and staggered after the man.

Wait up! Houdini called. We chased the watery glow of light from his lantern as it floated through the foggy darkness. Before we had gone six steps, the light appeared to dance wildly. We heard a shout, a feral screech, and finally a shrill scream, like a soul in torment. The shriek rose and fell. Abruptly, it cut off. The lantern fell to the street with a clatter. It glowed brightly for a moment and then winked out. A terrible silence followed.

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This is one of those novels that as you read you will feel as if you are within the same predicament the characters are in. I found myself in some parts feeling those creepy ‘someone is watching me’ because I was that engulfed within the storyline. It is the perfect blend of mystery and horror!
The story is set within The time of England when the famous Harry Houdini was doing all sorts of magical stunts. When he decides to bring Max Doyle into a seance all hell break lose when an evil is unleashed. Now as bodies are turning up dead it is up to them to find a way to save England before the count keeps inclining. To what length do these two have to fight and bring down what they have unleashed unto the world that they love? The author brings you characters that are semi based off truth but with their own refreshing twist.  You are able to see the characteristics of truth that the author has kept and that they have done their research on them. The plot is filled with action, mystery,  horror, and plenty of excitement that will keep you on the edge of your seat as your reading through.  Open up this pandora box and see what adventure this author has in store for you today!

AUTHOR BIO

H. R. Knight is the pen name of Harry Squires, a critically acclaimed author who writes mysteriessome paranormal, some notas well as thrillers, and the occasional magazine article. Harry has worked as an insurance underwriter, a software marketer, and a corporate trainer. He attended Journalism School at the University of Missouri and film school at UCLA.

He has studied Okinawan karate and Chinese boxing. Current hobbies include dog training, classical guitar, cooking, and collecting obscure, cheesy horror films from the 1930s & ’40s.

Having traveled all over the world, he’s developed a preference for countries that produce good wines.

He shares a home and a life with his wife Susan, who publishes unconventional paranormal romances. They own, train, and show Belgian Sheepdogs. Occasionally the dogs are kind enough to give Harry and Susan hope that they may someday be in charge of the pack.

They all live at the beach in Southern California.

 

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Blog Tour ~ Of Sparta by Victoria Escobar

 

Of Sparta

Of Legacies #2

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She was the strongest of Gaea’s Servants. Miera had been trained from childhood to be Faithful always to the Goddess. She had been taught with Faith they would always be protected. She had never wavered from that course. She hadn’t counted on the consequences of that choice.

 

 

As Ariadne’s birthday draws closer darkness closes in on Sparta. Monsters, both Tainted and Pure alike, were vying for pieces of their island. Doubt and fear grew like pestilence. Death was unavoidable.

 

 

Sparta sat on the brink, but of what Miera wasn’t certain. There was no record, no precedence for her to consult. There were no living patrons of the Goddess to seek council from. She only had instinct and Faith. If she could not maintain the balance Sparta would fall before Gaea’s return.

 

 

How did the lost lead the people out of darkness?

 

  

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Blog Tour ~Of Gaea – (Of Legacies Book One) by Victoria Escobar

Of Gaea

Of Legacies #1

By- Victoria Escobar

Genre- YA Fantasy


Her choice will change the world.


She hated the wheelchair. Hated the way it made her feel less than what she was. Most of all she hated not being able to do all the things she used to. Ari had been a track and field star, an archery champion and an Eskrima pro. Now she was confined to a wheelchair slowly dying inside from its restraints.


Medical science wasn’t working. The tests, the drugs, the therapies were all useless and a waste of time. She was tired of wasting her time; she was tired of failure. It was time to look away from the obvious and try something unconventional.


Nothing was ever free and that included miracles. Abruptly, Ari finds herself tangled in a web of lies, questioning everything she’s ever known as truth. Never had she believed she’d be thrown headfirst into a world of good and evil, magic and Gods.


Trapped in the middle of a war she had never known existed both parties demanded her allegiance. Ari was a catalyst that could change all the rules of the Earth. But when the time comes to make a choice will she be strong enough to know right from wrong?

  

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