Feb 27

Vision of Serpents – Available for pre order!

Vision of Serpents

 

Vision of Serpents, the exciting sequel to Vision of Shadows is now available for preorder. Silence in the Library is having a Kickstarter to launch it’s new slate of books, The Siren’s Realm by Megan O’Russell, Suspect by Rori Shay, The War of the Seasons Book 4, by Janine K. Spendlove, and of course Vision of Serpents.

Silence in the Library is back with our spring slate of books. We’re thrilled to bring you four sequels that will take you from a small town under a big curse to a world of magic; from a fantasy world filled with creatures from faerie tales to a future post-apocalyptic world where faction battles faction.

These four Young Adult novels are from a variety of genres: urban fantasy, apocalyptic science fiction, paranormal romance, and epic fantasy. With so many excellent choices, you’re sure to find something you’ll love. So, come join us once again on another exciting adventure!

 

Through the Kickstarter, you can get not only these books, but the other novels in the series. You can get ebook format, paperback or even an autographed copy! Plus there are tons of extras once we hit out stretch goals!

Check out the blurb to Vision of Serpents.

 

    Something sinister has slithered into Spirit.
Seventeen-year-old Bristol Blackburn is still adjusting to life in her new home. In the last six months, she lost both her parents, revealed her psychic abilities to a small, select group, and found the boy of her dreams. Literally.
Payne McKnight has no problem telling Bristol he loves her, but something is stopping her from saying it back. Maybe it’s the generations-old feud between their families heating up again. Or maybe it’s the vision she has of Payne’s grandfather killing the new girl in town.
Worse than that, it could be the ominous black snake Bristol keeps seeing in her dreams. Since it arrived, many have died and the Shadow Creatures have returned to kill her.
You’d think the bright spot for Bristol would be the vision where she’s finally able to say those three little words: I love you.
If only she was saying them to Payne . . .

 

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Nov 15

Into the Blind by Helen Rena Book Trailer!!!

Today, I’ve got a book trailer for what looks like a great book. Check it out below!

 

Fifteen-year-old Ever is blind. Only able to see what her boyfriend, Fox, looks at, which is most often herself. But sometimes it’s also the muscled men who kidnapped Ever and Fox, and sometimes it’s an unused mall in New York City where the two teens are locked up until they’ll come into the paranormal gifts for which they were stolen. Having spent years in this mall, Ever is ready to do anything to escape.
Not so with Fox. Yes, he longs to escape too, but there’s one thing that he values above his freedom. It’s Ever’s love. Still, when the two get a chance to escape, they take it, only to discover that this chance is so dark and twisted that it just might destroy Ever’s love for Fox.

Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Into-Blind-Helen-Rena-ebook/dp/B00L87WBLK/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1415852389&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=intot+the+blind

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Oct 07

SUSPECTED Cover Reveal

SUSPECTED Cover Reveal

  • SUSPECTED goes up for sale in Feb 2015.
  • ELECTED is $0.99 for a limited time to celebrate.  It’s located at all major book retailers
  • A prequel short story to ELECTED called THE PENDANT will be for sale in December 2014.

 

There’s a contest associated with the cover reveal. See the bottom of the post to enter!

 

Winner receives:

  1. A signed paperback copy of ELECTED
  2. An ebook ARC of SUSPECTED
  3. Aloy’s key necklace from ELECTED

 

Rori Shay is a strategic management consultant living in the Seattle area with her family, black lab, and cat.  In the writing world, Rori is primarily known for her science fiction trilogy, The Elected Series.  She received a BS from the University of Maryland and an MBA from George Washington University.  She enjoys running, reading, snow-shoeing, and pumpkin-picking!  Rori is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI).

 

 

 

Back-cover blurb and cover of the first book, ELECTED: (there is a sale on ELECTED to celebrate SUSPECTED’s cover reveal.  ELECTED goes down to 99 cents for a limited time!)

 

It’s the year 2185, and in two weeks, Aloy will turn eighteen and take her father’s place as president of the country. But to do so, she must masquerade as a boy to avoid violating the Eco-Accords, four treaties designed to bring the world back from the effects of climate change. Aloy hopes to govern like her father, but she is inheriting a different country where long-concealed political enemies are stepping out of the shadows. 

As she struggles to lead, Aloy maintains her cover by marrying a woman, meanwhile battling feelings for the boy who knows her secret – the boy who is somehow connected to her country’s recent upheaval. When assassination attempts add to the turmoil, Aloy doesn’t know whom to trust. She understood leadership required sacrifice. She just didn’t realize the sacrifice might be her life.

ELECTED is a coming of age story, mixing the themes of gender, politics, environmentalism, and above all – love.

 

Back cover blurb for Book 2:  SUSPECTED (Suspected goes up for sale in February 2015)

 

East Country upheld the laws. Mid destroyed them.

In the year 2185 Earth is rebuilding after climate change created a global eco-crisis. Countries maintain complete isolation so there is no warfare over scarce resources. One Elected family is chosen to lead each country for 100 years to ensure stability. Women aren’t allowed to take office and must reproduce at all costs. Technology use of any kind is banned to preserve what’s left of the environment.

And yet, I’m my country’s Elected. I’ve just sanctioned technology use to ready us for war. I’m about to cross the border to spy on our neighbor.  And…I’m a girl.

Shhhh…

 

Links:

Buy links for ELECTED (special sale price of 99 cents for book 2’s cover reveal):

1. Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Elected-Book-1-Rori-Shay-ebook/dp/B00JUEWUP0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1412033741&sr=8-1&keywords=elected

2. Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/elected-rori-shay/1119587657?ean=9780989676847

3. Silence in the Library Publishing: http://www.silenceinthelibrarypublishing.com/product/elected-rori-shay/

 

Link to put SUSPECTED on your goodreads “want to read” list:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22736512-suspected

 

There will also be a prequel short story to ELECTED coming out through Silence in the Library Publishing in December 2014!  Watch Silence in the Library’s website for that news!  http://www.silenceinthelibrarypublishing.com

 

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Oct 01

Cover Reveal for Cloven (The Trinity of Souls #2) by Georgeann Swiger

Today I am very excited to reveal to you all the magnificent cover of Cloven by Georgeann Swiger!

Cloven (The Trinity of Souls #2) by Georgeann Swiger

 

CLOVEN-web-medium

Blurb:
What would you do if the only things standing between you and the angel you love were another angel and the fiery pits of Hell?

When Anya and Micah declare their love for each other, the battle for the souls of the star-crossed angels stretches across the heavens. With Heaven forbidding their love, Micah vows to protect Anya by sentencing himself to Hell.

But Anya won’t let him go without a fight. She goes into Hell after him, only to discover an angel from Micah’s past is willing to do anything to keep Micah in Hell.

With love and lies blinding Micah, Anya fights to get him to face his demons and return to Heaven, even if it means hearts will be broken.

The battle for the angels begins where it left off. Between Heaven and Hell is forbidden love.


About The Book

Category & Genre: NA Fantasy
Publisher: CreateSpace (Self-Published)
Format: E-Book
Release Date: 21st October 2014

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About Adorned (The Trinity of Souls #1)

Adorned

Adorned is free for a limited time.
Be sure to get your copy today!

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About the Author

Georgeann Pic Georgeann Swiger earned her degree in journalism from West Virginia University, and then spent five years as an anchor/reporter at WBOY-TV in Clarksburg, WV. After having children, she left television news to be a stay at home mom. During that time, she discovered creative writing was more fun than writing about real life tragedy. Imagining interesting character and having them come to life on the page is now her passion. When she’s not writing, she works as a substitute teacher. She lives in Reedsville, West Virginia with her husband, two kids, a beagle dog and a temperamental cat who tries to rule the house.

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Sep 29

JC Nelson – Armageddon Rules Cover Reveal

JC Nelson – Armageddon Rules Cover Reveal

 

Blurb:

Marissa Locks, newly appointed partner of the Grimm Agency, has a reputation for making a mess of magical matters—although causing Armageddon is a new low, even for her…

Marissa is due for a little happily ever after. After all, she did kill the evil Fairy Godmother, end a war, and snag a sweet promotion within the Fairy Godfather’s magical-problem-solving Agency. But between maintaining a relationship with someone whose amorous advances can cause third-degree burns, dealing with a killer-poodle infestation, and helping her best friend, Princess Ari, learn to wield spells more powerful than curing a hangover, she’s not getting as much peace and quiet as she hoped.

When an enemy from her past appears to exact a terrible revenge, Marissa’s life goes from hectic to hell on earth. With Grimm inexplicably gone and Ari trapped by a sleeping spell, Marissa decides to fight fire with hellfire—and accidentally begins a countdown to the apocalypse.
With the end of days extremely nigh, Marissa will have to master royal politics, demonic law, and biblical plagues in a hurry—because even the end of the world can’t keep the Agency from opening for business…

 

Cover image:

 

 

Bio:

A Texas transplant to the Pacific Northwest, JC Nelson lives with a family and a flock of chickens near rainy Seattle.

 

Media Links for JC Nelson:

Twitter: www.twitter.com/authorjcnelson

Face book: www.facebook.com/authorjcnelson

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7798544.J_C_Nelson

Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/authorjcnelson

Armageddon Rules on GoodReads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22668771-armageddon-rules

 

Buy Armageddon Rules Now:

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Armageddon-Rules-Grimm-Agency-Novel-ebook/dp/B00LMGK6KU/?tag=jcnelson-20

 

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/armageddon-rules-j-c-nelson/1119927152?ean=9780425272909

 

Other books in the Grimm Agency Series:

Grimm Agency #1 – Free Agent

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20650531-free-agent

 

Grimm Agency #1.5 – Soul Ink

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23013710-soul-ink

 

 

Sample Chapter:

 

In my defense, I didn’t mean to start the Apocalypse.  It wasn’t just my personal aversion to oblivion, I had a clear financial motive:  the end of the world is bad for business.

Speaking of business, that Monday began the same way almost every Monday had for the last three weeks: with a plague. Last week it was frogs.

I rolled into the office at about nine forty-five, and, as usual, the Agency was pure chaos.  Rosa–our receptionist–was opening a fresh container of Taser darts and we’d only been open for forty-five minutes.

“Miss Locks, you gotta help.”  A man in an orange jumpsuit with “Corrections Department” stamped in block letters down the side grabbed my shoulder as I walked past, spinning me around. “I gotta get me a wish.”

Strike one:  Escaping from a garbage pickup crew.  Strike two:  Putting grubby fingers on my brand new top.  Strike three:  Calling me “Miss” instead of “Ms.” Locks.  Far as I was concerned, Miss Locks left the building the day I turned eighteen and hadn’t been seen around here since.

“I’ll make a few calls.”  To the police, if possible.  To the morgue, if necessary.

He nodded gratefully and sat down on a bench.

I slipped through the “Staff Only” door, made it to the kitchen and almost poured a cup of coffee before the screaming started. One should never face disaster without caffeine.  So I got my coffee and headed back out to the lobby, strolling through the door to see exactly what we’d been struck with.

Rats ran everywhere. They scrabbled on the walls, gnawed on the furniture and covered the floor like a shag carpet from 1973.  In the middle of the lobby stood a teenage girl, six foot tall, rail thin with platinum blonde hair.  Her clothes hung in tatters from bony white arms, and red blotches surrounded each of her many, many piercings.  Her extravagant collection of tattoos spoke of poor impulse control and even worse decision making skills.  She looked up at me with baleful eyes.  “Please.  I need help.”

I glanced around the room.  The couple nearest the door held a cage with a amphibian I could only loosely call a frog. In the corner waited a group of kobolds. Roughly five feet tall, and with humanoid features except for their scaled skin and forked tongues, these Germanic lizard-men came every Monday to demand and be refused Grimm’s help in forming a professional soccer team. That left the homeless guy by the door, a man we called Payday George. He still hadn’t figured out this wasn’t a payday loan joint, probably because most days I felt sorry for him and just give him a twenty.  I opened the staff door and waved to the girl.  “Come on.”

Rosa glowered at me, mumbling curses in Spanish.  She hated when I picked clients, and if she had her way, we’d take them one at a time, from number one to number six-hundred in exactly that order.  Even if fifty-three was a starving fungal giant and sixty-two was a samurai with a serious shitake addiction.  To her credit, Rosa kept her mouth shut.  One does not argue with the boss.

We headed down the hall to a conference room, me, the girl, and enough rats to supply a hot dog factory running three shifts, seven days a week.  I took a seat on one side of the table, she took a seat on the other and the rats took seats everywhere.  Flicking one off my knee, I began the interview.  “So what exactly do you want me to do for you?”

Tears smudged the sludge of makeup she wore, and she waved her arms around.  “Duh.  Isn’t it obvious?”

Absolutely.  Obvious that she needed help.  Figuring out which kind first, that was the hard part.  I walked over and ran my fingers through her tangled, crispy hair, took a good look at all sixteen rings in her ear and the tasteful depiction on her shoulder of what was either Bob Dylan in “The Man in the Long Black Coat”, or a velociraptor playing acoustic guitar.  “We can help.  First, let’s take out those piercings.  I’ll get you some alcohol and a prescription for some antibiotics.  Your hair is crunchy from whatever you used to bleach it, and the tattoos are going to take years to remove.”

A rat jumped into my coffee and poked its head out.  The girl stared as I fished it out by the tail, set it on the table, and handed it a sugar cube.

“What about the rats?”

I took another sip of coffee, which tasted Parisian, with a hint of rat.  “What about them?”

“The only thing I need is for you to get rid of the rats.”  She shivered.

I pushed a box of tissues across to her.  “What’s your name?”

She scratched out a tissue and wiped her eyes.  The tissue caught in her makeup and left shreds clinging to her cheeks.  “Elizabeth.  I like Beth.”

I brushed the rats out of the way and sat down on the table, my mind already made up.  “Well, Beth, I have good news and bad news.  Good news is I can help with the hair, the piercings, and I’ve got a lady in my wardrobe department who can teach you how to use less than a pound of cosmetics a day.  The bad news, I’m not going to do a thing about the rats.”

She stared at me as her brain tried to process what I said. I leaned across and patted her hand.  “You look hungry.”  Truth was, she looked like one of those commercials for starving kids. I used to watch TV, and every once in a while I’d see commercials where you could mail order a kid for fifty dollars a month.  Always wanted to try, but given my track record with pets, I’d signed an agreement with animal control that anything more than a goldfish required daily home visitation.  Anyway, Beth reminded me of those kids.

“I can’t eat.  Every time I try to eat the rats take it from me.”

I should’ve asked about her credit. I should’ve asked Rosa if her application was complete, but one look at her said I’d found my charity case for the week.  “I’m going to order a pizza or two.  I’ll have one of my employees bring a barrel of garbage up from the dumpster to distract your companions.  I need you to sit tight for a bit, okay?”

She nodded and put her head down on the table.  Walking out the door, on the way to my office, I made a mental note to have the table cleaned, or burned, or both.

#

My office, incidentally, was almost the biggest in the Agency. That was only right, since for most things, most days, I was in charge.  I was a partner, the junior partner, but definitely not a silent one.  On my desk sat a vase with yellow flowers.  Daffodils, my favorite.  The card attached read “La fille du majordome est mon amant.  Love, Liam.”  His attempts to learn French from the foreign film festival went about as well as my Spanish by mail lessons, because the butler’s daughter was not his lover.  My dad was an accountant, and Liam and I didn’t even have a butler.

I pulled a towel off the full length mirror in the corner and made a call.  “Grimm, how’s it going?”

Grimm snapped into view in the mirror, looking more like an English butler than a sentient manifestation of magic.  Grimm was the Fairy Godfather, founder of the Agency, once my boss, and sometimes my friend.  He could grant wishes if he wanted to, but most people didn’t need wishes.  They needed solutions to their problems.

Just so we’re clear, I had no magic.  I wasn’t a princess, witch, half-blood or anything like that.  The only magic I could work was performed with bullets, bacon or boobs.  Anything that couldn’t be handled with the big three, I called in Grimm.  I didn’t call often.

He smiled, making the wrinkles in his face crease together.  “Marissa, my dear, it is only Monday.  Do you require my assistance already?”  His voice always reminded me of some nature documentary narrator.

I shook my head.  “Nah. Nothing we can’t handle yet.  Got a new Piper though. She can’t be more than seventeen.”

Grimm slid his glasses forward to look at me over the thick, black edges. “What, may I ask, is she piping?”

I shrugged. “The usual for newbies.”  New Pipers, particularly girls, always started with brainless, easily to influence creatures like rats or teenage boys. “If we can get her trained, this year’s Poodling will go a lot easier.”

He raised one eyebrow and pursed his lips.  “And if you can’t, my dear?”

Grimm had never appreciated my term for our yearly pest control operations. Every year, like clockwork, infernal energy welled to the surface. Instead of manifesting as something reasonable, like a six headed hydra, or flaming squid, it tended to take the form of small, white, dog-shaped creatures with a taste for murder. “If I can’t, she can supply kingdom with organic, free range rats.  Can you tell me where Ari is?”

Arianna, my right hand woman, my best friend, my Girl Friday, or at least Girl Thursday.  At her name, Grimm’s lips turned down.  “I already checked.  She slept through her alarm, missed her bus to the Agency, and failed her civics test.  On top of Arianna’s Department of Licensing disaster, she’s planning to call in sick.”

Ari had spent the last two years in college. Grimm and I had running bets on what she planned on majoring in.  Grimm always said “Do what you are best at.”  From what I could tell, Ari was going to major in failing the driver’s license test.  “She failed this weekend?  Couldn’t you intervene?”

“Marissa, I did intervene.  She mistook the accelerator for the volume control and drove three blocks through the market at full speed.  Again.  It took every bit of magic I could pull off to make certain no one got more than a little run over.”

“I’ll go fetch her.” Ari usually rose with the sun, and by now, she could have walked into the Agency. And Grimm hadn’t said she was sick. Only that she planned on calling in sick.  The more I thought about it, the more I figured there had to be another reason.  “Did she fail one of your magic tests too?”

Grimm’s expression said it all.  He wouldn’t meet my eyes, his face turned down.  “Not exactly.  She failed my pretest. I asked her to summon a dog with eyes the size of cup saucers. What she summoned hasn’t tread the earth since the Jurassic age.”

Grimm had spent the last few years training Ari in magic.  He traded passing tests in college for new lessons on how not to kill herself with magic.  I remained unconvinced it was a fair trade.  Grimm said he was taking his time because he didn’t want her exposed to evil.  If that were true, he wouldn’t have made her take Calculus.

I picked up my purse and took my jacket.  “I’ll be back soon.  The Piper’s in 2A, I suggest nobody opens the door.  The Kobolds need to be turned down, Rosa will send away Payday George, and there’s a frog prince waiting in the lobby.”

Grimm sighed and faded out of view.  I wonder at times what he ever did without me.

###

Ari lived in a brownstone about twenty minutes from the Agency.  Technically she lived alone. I knocked, and she answered without bothering to check the peep hole.  Her yellow sundress with matching hat made her pale complexion look a lot better, and she kept her red hair pulled back so that it didn’t fall into her face.

I pulled my nine-millimeter from my purse and pointed it at her.  “What have I told you about answering the door without looking first?”

Ari ignored me and shuffled back inside.  “I can see through the door, M, and Yeller would take care of anyone who bothered me.”  At the sound of his name, a dog the size of a Shetland pony padded forward.  Only Ari would keep a hell hound as a pet.  He looked like Cujo crossed with an alligator and a zombie.  None of those crosses improved his disposition.

He stared at me, the gun in my hand, and began to growl, long and low.  I put the gun away, since I’d grown somewhat attached to my hands.  “Hey, Yeller.  I have a poodle for you in the trunk of my car.”  Yeller bared his teeth at me.

Ari left the door open and walked down the hall.  “Come on in, M. I’m making tea.”

I hated Ari’s apartment.  She lived there because it was the only thing she could afford.  She could afford it because it was haunted, and I don’t mean “things that go bump in the night” haunted.  I mean “things that devour your spirit.”

Inside, the apartment still looked as if the previous owner lived there (which he didn’t) and like he was still around (he was).  Ari brought out a tea kettle and poured three cups, then sat back on a couch, the cover of which looked like woven hair.  She clinked her spoon against the cup, like ringing a dinner bell.  “Larry, I’m having tea with Marissa.  Are you going to join us?”

The basement door blew open, and a ghastly form made of shadows flowed out.

I nodded to it.  “Larry.”

It looked at me with those dull red orbs that passed for eyes, a look that said it would rather be devouring my spirit than sipping tea.  “Marissa.”

That one word took five syllables.  I didn’t have the patience to talk with liches.  I was supposed to have evicted this one a few years ago.  Evictions were cheaper than exorcisms and worked about as often, but the day I went to court to close it, I made a nasty discovery.

I still remember standing there in my business suit with my property attorney at my side, while we waited for the lich to fail to make an appearance.  They never showed – being bound to the place of one’s death limited mobility options.  Right as the judge was getting ready to approve it, the courtroom door swung open.

In lurched a postman, his mail bag still hanging from his side.  He moved in awkward, jerky movements like a teenager at his first dance.  The postman staggered to the bench and handed a scrawled paper to the judge.  A few minutes later, when I should have been filing the new deed, I was sitting outside asking our lawyer how we got beat by a possessed postman.

I spent the better part of the next year fighting him.  Well, technically him.  Whether it was the grandma in her walker, or the hipster on his single speed bike, they all developed an unholy knowledge of property law when possessed by Larry the Lich.  I think the low point was getting hit with attorney’s fees by an eight year-old-boy.

At that point we actually did research and discovered that before death, Larry the Lich had been Larry Gulberson, Attorney at Law.  That was before he took up a more respectable profession, committing unspeakable acts of evil.

So we negotiated a new contract.  Technically, Grimm and Larry did, and Ari sublet the top three floors from an undead spirit of wrath.  He wasn’t a terrible landlord for someone bound to this plane only by the sheer weight of his hatred and malice.  Ari claimed he wasn’t that bad, once you got past the glowing eyes, spectral form and tendency to devour the meter man.  She always did find the positive things.

So Ari went with me when we needed to hunt uglies.  She helped me out when I needed to tame something nasty. Even if she was part princess and part sorceress, I trusted her

I stood at the coffee table.  “You’re late.  Work started hours ago.”

“I didn’t feel like coming in today.  Summer semester tests are next week and I need to study more.”  Ari made a terrible liar, her cheeks bright red, her hand over her mouth.

“I need your help with a new Piper.  She’s a mess.  Got so many piercings she looks like a tackle box, and more tattoos than the Detroit Lions cheerleading squad.  I could use a hand.”  I took my tea and sat down beside her.  As I did, I winced where the fabric of my pants rubbed fresh burns.

Ari looked at me and nodded.  “Liam singed you again?”

“Yeah.”  My boyfriend, Liam, burned with more than desire.

Ari stood up.  “I’ll get you some ice.  Where’d he get you this time?”

I gave her the look.

She stopped for a moment, then opened her mouth.  “Oh.  You want burn cream?”

“No.  Remind me to ask Grimm for help when we get back to the Agency.”

Ari nodded.  “How was the film festival?”

“Wonderful.  I watched this movie –all in French—you’ve got to see it”  I stopped, since Ari’s eyes glazed over like I’d wrapped her in a plastic bag again.  Liam stayed by my side through three days of foreign language films.  I think he spent more time watching me than the movies.

“You’re thinking about him.  You get that smile when you do.”  Ari blushed, happy for me that at least I’d found my happy, if not the ever after.

“We’ve got work to do. I’m sorry about the driving test.  I’m sorry about the magic test, and I’m sorry about the civics exam. I’ve got a lobby full of potential clients and I’m missing my right-hand woman.”

Ari stared at me for a moment.  “We don’t get the results of the civics test until tonight.”

“Well, in that case I have a feeling you’ll be doing the makeup exam.  Now go get dressed for business and we’ll try doing something you’re good at.”  She left me with the lich, and as she walked out the mood in the room changed.

I knew Grimm negotiated safety for folks who stayed out of the basement.  As the lights flickered and black smoke began to ooze out from the lich like tendrils, I kept my cool.  “Larry, you hear about her driver’s test?”

The tendrils paused for a moment and stopped snaking toward me.  Larry nodded.

“When it comes to driver’s tests that girl is cursed.”

The lich shook its head, managing to keep it attached.  Not bad for someone who’d been dead a few years.

“Sorry,” I said, “I don’t mean actually cursed.  She just has really bad luck.”

Again the lich shook his head.  Then he drifted over toward one of the towering book cases and began to point one-by-one at black bound tomes as if counting.  It stretched out a skeletal hand toward one and beckoned to me with the other.

If it were anyone other than Grimm who laid out the contract Ari signed before moving in, I’d have worried.  We rented a truck to move the paper version of the contract after Grimm drafted it.  I took out the book the lich pointed to and gave it a glance, trying to make sense of triangle based hieroglyphics.

“I don’t read anything but English.” I went to put the book back but it held out a hand, stopping me.  One claw touched the book and a vapor-like mist seeped out from what remained of the finger bones.  Through the mist, the letters crawled like maggots, re-arranging themselves into words I could read.  Also, I wasn’t hungry anymore.  Celestial Law, Volume Three Hundred, read the title.

I opened the book, and a wind began to whip through the room, blowing Ari’s mail into the air and flipping the pages until at last it died down.  Again the lich did the maggot words thing.  I read the chapter title.  “The Exchange Principle.”

I struggled through the first paragraph, then followed a bone finger to a single sentence.  “For everything given, something must be taken.  For every Blessing, a Curse.”

At the words ‘blessing’ and ‘curse’ I shivered for reasons of my own.  Blessings, Curses, no real difference.  I’ve had a Curse do great things for me and a Blessing do awful things.  I had one of each.  “This isn’t about me.  I was talking about Ari.”

It shook his head again and pointed up the stairs.  That got my mind got to work.  Ari, through no fault of her own, was a princess.  Born to a royal family, though the royal families these days had long since traded throne rooms for board rooms. My point being, as part of their contract with the universe, members of the royal families had what could only be described as ridiculous luck.

Reality itself bent over backwards to make things work out for them.  Vicious creatures like hell hounds loved them, evil creatures like Wraiths tolerated them, and hungry creatures like wolves would rather eat gym sock soup than a single bite of princess. But maybe, I thought, all this came at a cost.  If the only cost was not being able to drive, that was quite a bargain.

“Larry, are you trying to devour Marissa again?”  Ari stood on the stairs dressed in a standard black business suit with white shirt.  She looked almost professional, but still cute.

The lich shook his skull and held up his hands.

“He was explaining something to me.  On his best behavior, I promise.”  I exchanged a glance with the lich and returned the book to its place.  Then I took Ari and got the hell out of the haunted house she called home.

 

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Sep 29

Danielle Doolittle’s Regret

 

 

 

 

Eighteen-year-old Penelope Green doesn’t have any reason to believe her senior year will be anything but ordinary.
Boy was she wrong…There’s a new family in her small Martha’s Vineyard community and they’re about to flip her world upside down; none more so that the brooding, wide-shouldered Kane Whitmore.

Connected in ways she never dreamed possible, Penelope must trust Kane and her growing feelings for him as his family to guides her through her missing past and a world she never knew existed—a world she’d suddenly become the center of.
Learning she’s a Guardian with the ability to heal she can handle. It’s the dreams—both frightening and heart-wrenching—that nearly brings her to her knees. But when madman’s vengeful plot puts her loved ones at risk, Penelope is willing to sacrifice anything to keep them safe…even her own life.

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Sep 27

DANGEROUS LOVE by Kara Leigh Miller and Jody Holford

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DANGEROUS LOVE

by Kara Leigh Miller and Jody Holford

 

Anaiah Press is proud to present the cover of a romantic suspence novel by Kara Leigh Miller and Jody Holford

Dangerous Love!

 

Release date: March 3, 2015

About the book:

He’s fighting to forget his past while she struggles to remember hers…
Doctor Josh Parker lives with guilt about his wife’s death every day.
He believes himself incapable of ever loving again, but when a
mysterious woman arrives in the Emergency Room, brutally beaten and
left for dead, he starts to feel something he hasn’t felt in far too long:
hope.
Alessandra Matthews has no memory of the events that led to her being
hospitalized. Worse, she has no idea who hurt her or why. Although she’s
uncertain of who she is, she is fully aware of one thing — she’s falling
for her doctor.
Sometimes, what you don’t know can kill you…
As Josh and Alessa work to solve the mystery surrounding her past, she
soon realizes just how much danger she’s really in, but Josh refuses to
let her face the darkness of her memories alone. With each of them
struggling to put their pasts behind them, theirs is a DANGEROUS LOVE.
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Kara Leigh Miller

 


Kara Leigh Miller

 

Kara lives in Upstate New York with her husband, three kids, three dogs, and three cats. When she’s not busy writing romance novels that leave readers swooning, she’s spending time with her family or attending one of her many writers groups. An active member of The Romance Writers of America and the CNY Writers Haven, Kara is also Managing Editor for Anaiah Press’ Surge and Romance Imprints. She absolutely loves to hear from her fans and fellow authors, so feel free to drop her a line anytime!

 

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Jody Holford

 


Jody Holford

 

Jody lives in British Columbia with her husband and two daughters. She is a fan of Nora Roberts, Jill Shalvis, Rachel Gibson, and Rainbow Rowell. In reading and writing, she likes characters who are flawed, but driven toward the pursuit of love and happiness. In November 2013, she published A Not So Lonely Christmas with Foreward Literary. In December 2014, she published Forever Christmas through Kindle Direct.
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Sep 23

Kat Daemon’s Killing Darkness cover reveal!!!

Today, I’ve got the completely awesome cover reveal from the even more awesome Kat Daemon. That’s right, Killing Darkness is coming!

 

Powerful, beautiful, and covered in scars…

 

Brielle, born of a mortal-immortal union between a human mother and the devil Himself, is prophesied to be the one capable of turning the tide in the brewing apocalypse.

 

As Brielle’s thirtieth birthday draws near, she strikes a deal with the devil and sets out on a journey of self discovery. In an attempt to comprehend what it means to be fully human, Brielle finds herself at the door of her therapist, Adam. Blurring relationship lines and questioning everything, she quickly learns that humanity, vulnerability, and love are things she isn’t prepared to handle. Distancing herself, she finds shelter in her father’s arms once more.

 

Two worlds are about to collide…

 

When the archangel Michael suddenly takes a deep interest in Brielle, Lucifer begins to understand that his greatest opponent is curious about more than just her choice. Michael’s fall will be Lucifer’s rise and only Brielle holds the key to making it happen.

 

With a human, an angel, and a demon all tearing at her heart, Brielle realizes it’s time to decide if her loyalties lie with Michael in Heaven or her father in Hell.

 

 

Kat Daemon grew up in New York where her imagination always seemed to get the best of her. When she’s not hanging with demons, she’s usually armed with a strong cup of coffee and dreaming up her next tormented character.

She is the author of the The Darkness Saga. Book one of the saga, Taming Darkness, the story of the world’s most infamous fallen angel and the one woman who was able to hold temptation over him, is available now.

 

You can find out more about Kat and her books at www.katdaemon.com

Sep 19

Cover Reveal: I Heart Robot by Suzanne van Rooyen and Giveaway

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I Heart Robot by Suzanne van Rooyen

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I HEART ROBOT Cover Art from Suzanne van Rooyen

I’m not the most artistically inclined. While I do love art and have been known to bust out the pencils and paints myself, it’s not an area where I’d consider myself particularly talented. In short, I knew that cover design was something best left to the professional and I had every confidence in Month9Books.

I am so grateful to Georgia McBride for allowing me to have the amount of input I did when it came to cover creation for I Heart Robot. This is a novel that is as much about a civil rights struggle in a futuristic, post-war city as it is about romance, and we wanted a cover that reflected both elements. Finding the right balance between romance and science fiction was a tall order, but Month9Books delivered in spades by presenting me with two stylistically different covers. I loved elements of both, and by working closely with the cover artist and with Georgia we managed to combine all the best parts of both original covers into what we have today: a cover that reflects the gritty world my characters live in while emphasizing the fact that this is above all, a love story.

I Heart Robot

Sixteen-year-old Tyri wants to be a musician and wants to be with someone who won’t belittle her musical aspirations.

Q-I-99 aka ‘Quinn’ lives in a scrap metal sanctuary with other rogue droids. While some use violence to make their voices heard, demanding equal rights for AI enhanced robots, Quinn just wants a moment on stage with his violin to show the humans that androids like him have more to offer than their processing power.

Tyri and Quinn’s worlds collide when they’re accepted by the Baldur Junior Philharmonic Orchestra. As the rift between robots and humans deepens, Tyri and Quinn’s love of music brings them closer together, making Tyri question where her loyalties lie and Quinn question his place in the world. With the city on the brink of civil war, Tyri and Quinn make a shocking discovery that turns their world inside out. Will their passion for music be enough to hold them together while everything else crumbles down around them, or will the truth of who they are tear them apart?

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Title: I Heart Robot
Publication date: March 31, 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Suzanne van Rooyen

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Suzanne is a tattooed storyteller from South Africa. She currently lives in Finland and finds the cold, dark forests nothing if not inspiring. Although she has a Master’s degree in music, Suzanne prefers conjuring strange worlds and creating quirky characters. When not writing, she teaches dance and music to middle schoolers and entertains her shiba inu, Lego. Suzanne is represented by Jordy Albert of the Booker Albert Agency.

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Sep 09

Pride by Rosie Somers!!!!

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PRIDE by Rosie Somers
Surge, Anaiah Press
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Seventeen-year-old Gabriella Pierce is used to taking care of herself, but she’s about to become responsible for a whole lot more. When she gets a visit from three men claiming to be defenders of fantastical rings imbued with the powers of THE CARDINAL SINS, her life is changed irrevocably.

 

Gabby is the steward of PRIDE

 

To make matters worse, she’s falling hard for fellow steward, Grant Barnett, and he hates her guts. Now Gabby has to learn to protect Pride without letting her feelings for Grant get in the way.

 

Release Date: September 9, 2014

 

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Author Bio:
Rosie Somers is a YA author who lives in Florida, soaking up the year round sunshine. She can often be found in her favourite spot on her favourite beach, nose-deep in a good book.

 

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