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Love Springs Eternal
The Witches of Loving Book 1
by Timber Philips
Genre: Paranormal Romance
A light
magic in the darkness of the world…
In the
little town of Loving, everyone can find their prince or princess once a year.
At least, for a little while. Miriam Eilish is the proprietress of the Eilish
House bed and breakfast just inside the town’s limits. She’s had it with love,
locking herself away for this year’s magic matchmaking festival with no
interest in participating in it ever again.
Enter
Kavion Martin at the last possible minute. He’s in town on his own mission that
has nothing to do with the festival and everything to do with finding his
missing brother.
The
match has been made, the magic set, plunging Miri and Kavion head over heels in
love with each other and into dangers untold and hardships unnumbered.
Timber
Philips hails from a land filled with beauty and steeped in magic; the Pacific
Northwest. She swears you can see fairies and goblins, magic and promise around
every tree and in every drop of water and she shares that magic whenever she
can. She loves welcoming everyone to her worlds of romance rooted in fable and
fantasy.
Sheriff Feroci is now
lord over the province, and Abtshire has become a pit of injustice. Being
forced into the lord’s service does not give Dumphey as many opportunities to
help the poor as he desires. When attempts on his life drive him into the
forest, this freedom opens a world of possibilities for helping others. But how
can he do so when he is running for his life? And does God want him to do more
than simply feed the poor?
Noel has always hidden behind the shadow of his
older brother, Dumphey. When life forces him to stand on his own, will he still
follow God in the corrupt world in which he lives? Would God really call him to
do something that is beyond his power to do?
As Lord Feroci’s sinister plot comes to light,
each lad has a choice to make. A choice that could cost them their lives.
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Amanda Tero began her love for words at a young age—reading
anything she could get her hands on and penning short stories as young as age
eight. Since graduation, she has honed her writing skills by dedicated practice
and study of the writing craft. She began her journey of publication with a few
short stories that she had written for her sisters and continues to add to her
collection with other short stories, novellas, and novels. It is her utmost
desire to write that which not only pleases her Lord and Savior, but also draws
the reader into a deeper relationship with Jesus Christ.
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Knowing Nichelle
by Tinsley Sellers
Publication date: August 16th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:
She’s just met the man of her dreams…but he’s not who he said he was. Neither is she. Until they get a second chance to make a first impression.
Is he a sophisticated big-city lawyer, or an easygoing small-town woodworker? And if she’s not a career-driven high-powered attorney, then who is she? Hiding behind their masks is second nature until circumstances force them to see beneath the surface and realize just how alike—and in love—they really are.
He’s only got one rule: no lawyers. She’s a lawyer.
Burned by experience, Buck’s got a rule for a reason. After walking away from a lucrative legal position, he found his peace in Beckley. Life on the farm is simple, and his woodworking business is thriving. He’s not interested in trading his work boots for wingtips and rejoining the rat race. So what if she’s the most compelling woman he’s ever met?
She’s only got one requirement: no a**holes. He’s an a**hole.
After a disastrous encounter in a trendy bar, Nichelle’s convinced that he’s an over-muscled a**hole. She’s got a sleek car, luxurious condo, and elegant designer clothes. Family comes first, and her legal career is on the fastest track. She’s never met a problem she couldn’t solve on her own. So what if he can see beneath her carefully constructed façade?
They’re perfect together. They just don’t know it yet.
Welcome back to Beckley, Michigan! Autumn is in the air and as the days get shorter, the air gets cooler and the calm lakes reflect the blue skies and red-gold trees for a double-dose of fall color. The people are just as warm, friendly, smart, funny, and real as you remember. When you need a place to call home, Beckley welcomes you—and sometimes the family you choose is as strong as the bonds you’re born with.
If you like small-town romance, you’ll like Beckley. If you like smart heroines who balance demanding professional careers with a commitment to family, friends, and finding love, then you’ll definitely like it here. If you like strong, sexy, hard-working heroes who have not-so-secret soft spots for kids, dogs, and classic cars, you may find that you never want to leave!
Knowing Nichelle is the third in the Beckley’s Daughters Romance series. It can be read as a stand-alone story, but continuing readers will recognize many of the characters and locations. This series is recommended for adult readers and contains explicit language and intimate situations.
Buck
slowly strolled over to the bar. Every molecule of my body betrayed me,
vibrating with anticipation, syncing to raise my temperature and heart rate. He
looked so fine I wanted to taste him. His mossy green henley sweater was open
at the neck, showing a triangle of the bark-colored t-shirt beneath. He had
missed a spot shaving. Even now I wanted him, wanted to trace that spot with my
fingertips, nuzzle it with my lips and teeth.
I
felt like a spinster schoolmarm, still in my car-creased navy pencil skirt with
my wilted floral-print bow blouse tied primly at the neck. I had left work at
the last possible moment and driven hell-for-leather to make it here by five. I
hadn’t changed my clothes, or even re-applied my lipstick. I knew he would notice,
see all of the interior chaos writ large on my disheveled exterior. I dreaded
his pity.
“Hey,
Darlin’.” He sat on the stool beside me.
I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wondering when it would stop. The
goosebumps. The fluttering. The wishing he would wrap me close and make me
safe. The ache for him to care for me.
Never. It was never going to stop, it
would always feel this way. I had lost control and there was no getting it
back. That it was too late was just…it just was.
I
pushed my drink across the bar and caught Corey’s eye. “Throw a shot of gin in
this for me?”
He
grinned and took my glass to the far end of the bar, dumping it down the sink
and preparing a fresh cocktail.
“You
look gorgeous,” Buck said, too low for the bartender to hear. “You could make a
paper bag look like Prabal Gurung.”
“It’s
all about the attitude,” I bantered back with an exaggerated shrug.
Corey
set a fresh glass before me. “A proper greyhound.” He turned to Buck with a
wary gaze. “Molson?”
Buck
laughed and shook his head. “I’m in a good mood tonight, Kid. Surprise me.” The
bartender’s eyes gleamed and he turned away to get Buck’s drink. I gave Buck’s
neck a sidelong glance. That patch of stubble? He wasn’t in a good mood. I
played along anyway.
“Now
you’ve done it,” I warned him. “Your drink is coming back with a pink umbrella.
I guarantee it.”
Just
then Aerin entered the dining room, platinum perfection in a floral dress. The
way Chet looked at her brought a tear to my eye, the intensity of his emotion
etched plainly across his face. I glanced at Buck. He was looking at me the
same way. I never wanted to look at anyone else again, if only he would never
stop looking at me that way.
“No,
Buck,” I forced myself to say the words, “you don’t get to look at me like
that.” Never stop. I couldn’t help the thought. It wasn’t fair, it
wasn’t reasonable, but right now I couldn’t bear it if he stopped.
He
dropped his eyes and sipped his drink, a fluorescent pink thing in a curvy
hurricane glass garnished with a yellow paper umbrella.
“It
tastes like goddamn strawberry bubblegum,” he growled, pushing it away. Corey
was in the dining room, so Buck strode behind the bar and found himself a
bottle of Molson.
“I’m
sorry,” he whispered, pausing behind my barstool. He gave my shoulder a soft
squeeze and kept walking, taking a seat at the long dinner table. Aerin tried
to corral her guests, encouraging everyone to come to the table. I couldn’t
move. The phantom weight of Buck’s hand on my shoulder pinned me to my stool.
AUTHOR BIO:
Tinsley Sellers grew up in Chicago, spending her summers with her grandparents in a tiny town a lot like Beckley, Michigan. Life took her to Arizona, Washington, and Idaho before she finally found her home in Arkansas. She is married to an amazing, supportive (and handsome!) man, with whom she has rescued three dogs and two cats. When she’s not writing, she teaches physics and engineering at the local university. When she’s not writing or teaching, she’s probably trying new recipes. She enjoys fast cars, loud music, fine whisky, and big books. In no particular order.
From New York Times bestselling author Marie Force comes a glittering tale of star-crossed romance set amid the lavish mansions and decadent lifestyles of early 20th century Newport, Rhode Island. But even in an age of great fortune, the heart has its own idea of true riches …
Wealthy American industrialist Aubrey Nelson has invited the Duke and Duchess of Westbrook to visit his family’s Newport seaside “cottage” for the summer. With his parents’ departure from New York delayed, Aubrey’s mother sends him ahead to oversee preparations for their guests. But when he arrives, he’s surprised to find the house and staff in disarray …
With much to do and little time, Aubrey comes to rely on the housekeeper, a lovely young Irish woman named Maeve Brown. And when he also finds himself confiding in Maeve about more personal matters, he tells himself it’s merely their close proximity that draws him to the compassionate, hard-working beauty. Yet when he suspects Maeve is in danger, Aubrey realizes his feelings for her have grown much deeper than they should have. For what will his mother, who dreams of a society match for her son, have to say when she arrives to discover he’s lost his heart to a girl of the working class?
Praise for Duchess by Deception
“Force has crafted a masterpiece with the perfect amount of romance.”
How hard
would you fight for a chance at love across a vast social divide?
“Epic.” ~ Drue’s Random Chatter Reviews.
Betrayed by her father and sold as payment of a
Roman tax debt to fight in Londinium’s arena, gladiatrix-slave Rhyddes feels
like a wild beast in a gilded cage. Celtic warrior blood flows in her veins,
but Roman masters own her body. She clings to her vow that no man shall claim
her soul, though Marcus Calpurnius Aquila, son of the Roman governor, makes her
yearn for a love she believes impossible.
Groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps and
trapped in a politically advantageous betrothal, Aquila prefers the purity of
combat on the amphitheater sands to the sinister intrigues of imperial
politics, and the raw power and athletic grace of the flame-haired Libertas to
the adoring deference of Rome’s noblewomen.
When a plot to overthrow Caesar ensnares them as
pawns in the dark design, Aquila must choose between the Celtic slave who has
won his heart and the empire to which they both owe allegiance. Trusting no man
and knowing the opposite of obedience is death, the only liberty offered to any
slave, Rhyddes must embrace her arena name, Libertas—and the love of a man
willing to sacrifice everything to forge a future with her.
Rudd shed his shock and sprinted
for the living compound, calling his children by name to help him defend their
home: Eoghan, Ian, Bloeddwyn, Arden, Dinas, Gwydion, Owen.
Every child except Rhyddes.
She ran to the wagon, unhitched
the horse, found her pitchfork, scrambled onto the animal’s back, and kicked
him into a jolting canter. The stench of smoke strengthened with each stride.
Her mount pinned back his ears and wrestled her for control of the bit, but she
bent the frightened horse to her will. She understood how he felt.
As they loped past the cow byre,
a Pict leaped at them, knocking Rhyddes from the horse’s back. The ground
jarred the pitchfork from her grasp. The horse galloped toward the pastures as
Rhyddes fumbled for her dagger. Although her brothers had taught her how to
wield it in a fight, until now she’d used it only to ease dying animals from
this world.
But the accursed blade wouldn’t
come free of the hilt.
Sword aloft, the Pict closed on
her.
Time distorted, assaulting
Rhyddes with her attacker’s every detail: lime-spiked hair, weird blue symbols
smothering the face and arms, long sharp sword, ebony leather boots and
leggings, breastplate tooled to fit female curves …
Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family,
cats, goats, Great Pyrenees goat guards, and assorted wildlife. People and
creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins–the
latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-twentieth century–seem to
be sticking around for a while yet.
Kim has been a published novelist since 1999 with the first edition of
Dawnflight (Sonnet Books, Simon & Schuster) and has been studying the
Arthurian legends for nigh on half a century.
Normally, I’m on top of this, but not this time. But I’m going to remedy that now. I have said it before and I will say it again and again, she is the queen(SF) of live stories. If you want to be a part of Otto and Mae’s journey, please join us at Bridges & Channels Enterprises. The first few chapters are free; after that, there is a fee to continue to be a part of the live story experience.
At the royal summons, Shae mounts a
wingabeast and soars through the air to the high hold of Faeraven, where all is
not as it seems. Visions warn her of danger, and a dark soul touches hers in
the night. When she encounters an attractive but disturbing musician, her
wayward heart awakens.
But then there is Kai, a guardian of
Faeraven and of Shae. Secrets bind him to her, and her safety lies at the
center of every decision he makes.
On a desperate journey fraught with peril and
the unknown, they battle warlike garns, waevens, ferocious raptors, and the
wraiths of their own regrets. Yet, they must endure the campaign long enough to
release the DawnKing and the salvation he offers into a divided land. To
prevail, each must learn that sometimes victory comes only through surrender
(Note:
After arriving at the high hold, Shae and Kai visit Lof Raelein (High Queen)
Maeven.)
They
ascended a circular stairway within a corner tower of the keep, and then
followed a paneled corridor. Their footsteps echoed above a faint thread of music—an
intricate weaving of voice and instrument, which grew in volume.
Kai
knocked on a carved and gilded door at the end of a short corridor. A
round-faced maid bowed her head and admitted them. Shae followed Kai into what must
be the Lof Raelein’s chambers. Exhaustion lent her a curious detachment, as if
she walked in her sleep. The elaborate chambers themselves added to the illusion,
for their exquisite beauty did not seem quite real.
In
the Lof Raelein’s outer chamber, a seating area waited before an enormous
marble fireplace where a fire glowed. Upon the mantle twined carven images of unibeasts
and gryphons. Above it perched a variety of stuffed fowl—pheasants, wingens,
and graylets among them. The birds appeared so life-like, Shae imagined they
might spread their wings and take flight at any moment. On the wall over the
mantel hung a tapestry that showed the first of the Kindren entering Elderland from
Anden Raven at Gilead Riann— the Gate of Life.
The
maid opened another carved and gilded door and led them into the inner chamber.
Details imprinted themselves in brief flashes on Shae’s tired mind…white furnishings….mats
in deep colors…vibrant tapestries…a prism turning in a stray draft at the window
embrasure and refracting rainbows through the chamber.
The
music ceased as they entered, but flaemlings flitted from perch to perch in a
hanging golden cage and trilled their own melodies. A fire of fragrant draetenn
boughs in the marble hearth snapped and crackled its percussion.
A
movement drew Shae’s eye to one of the window embrasures, where the changing
light of late afternoon obscured the figure of a musician bent over his lute.
“Kai.”
A voice rasped from the carved bed that dominated the room. “You have brought
her?”
Shae
started. In a combination of weariness and awe of Torindan, she had all but
forgotten the purpose of her visit.
The
musician came away from the window, and light slanted across him to reveal a
lithe figure and features of surpassing beauty. Vibrant hair of gold sprang
above a well-formed brow. Fathomless eyes held her. Shae caught her breath, and
her hand went out in a blind motion.
Kai’s
arm braced her. “I have brought Shae—by too long a journey.”
“She
will rest then, after greeting me.”
Shae
tore her gaze from the musician as the Lof Raelein made her pronouncement.
About the Author
Janalyn Voigt is a writer and professional speaker with a
photography habit and a passion for travel. Her unique blend of adventure,
romance, suspense, and fantasy creates worlds of beauty and danger for readers. Tales
of Faeraven, her epic fantasy series beginning with DawnSinger,
carries readers into a land only imagined in dreams. She is represented by
Sarah Joy Freese of Wordserve Literary.
He has had his fair share of heartbreak and disappointment. After choosing to leave his career as a successful lawyer to follow his passion, his world falls apart. While picking up the pieces, he embarks on a new path…teaching.
Celeste Ward is ready to put the past behind her and welcomes the fresh start that college promises. After stumbling into her first class late, something awakens in her that she never knew was there.
What happens when rules get broken and lives become intertwined?
When Nicole “Nikki” Wilson was sent to Texas on assignment, she got much more than she was looking for. One bad storm, and a hot tow truck driver later, her day ends with one hell of a happy ending. It was fun. It was daring. It was one night and that’s all. Or so she thought.
Refusing to live off his family’s name, Brian left the McNair legacy behind in exchange for an honest living. Being a tow truck driver is the most humble one can get and service other’s kept him content. But one bad day. One call for service. And one sexy damsel in distress, leads to a night of unimaginable passion.
But, something shifted that night. In the midst of all the ecstasy, memories were formed. Now they can’t stop thinking about each other. One text. One phone call. One flight, changed everything.
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