Great News! Griffin is getting out of the Brig!

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Kirsten Campbell  has already blown our minds with the debut of Griffin and Tassta, the star-crossed lovers caught up in a pivotal moment in history, in which the former will play an important role. So if you have not yet grabbed your copy of Blood Master: Book 1 of G.O.D.S. series, now is a great time to do so.

Now, the long-awaited sequel, Blood Phase: Book 2 of the G.O.D.S series is finally on pre-order!

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Griffin Storm is one of the best characters in any book I have ever read. He was even kind enough meet with me. So I am definitely looking forward to seeing what’s next for Griffin and the Brotherhood Fortress.

Here is what’s in store for Book 2:

November 12, 2052: Earth has lost two thirds of its population to the Great War. Many more lives were lost to earthquakes, the Clover Virus, and the Death Plague. Years later, survivors are clumped into factions. Two of the factions, the Brotherhood and the Guild Faction have fought over medical supplies and food for years. The fight is coming to a head as manpower dwindles and the struggle becomes one to gain numbers, even if said numbers are children… Griffin Storm, (an albino man that was kidnapped and dragged into the Brotherhood,) has transformed into a G.O.D., a genetically enhanced Omni Dimensional. Two weeks in the brig, and Griffin’s released after it’s found that he’s learned to control some of his god-like abilities. His abilities have grown almost as much as his love for Tassta Vinetti and his unfortunate blood lust. His bond with Tassta’s twin brother, Penn, has grown as well, and their friendship is cemented in secrets. Soon after his release, Griffin’s told that Guild agents and the notorious Trips (super agents of the Guild) are in the Underground. He must now test his abilities to save the abandoned children that live there. Will Griffin rescue the children of the Underground from a tragic end? Will Tassta and Griffin’s love survive such turmoil? Can a G.O.D. forgive himself when death and destruction follow his every move? Read Blood Phase, the gripping second book in the G.O.D.s Series!

Who is Ms. Campbell?

About the Author Kirsten Campbell is the author of several published Science Fiction, Speculative & Urban Paranormal Fantasy short stories. She’s also a published poet. Her work has been published in Bewildering Stories, The Pittsburgh Quarterly Online, Ascent Magazine, The Fairfield Review, Poets-Artists & Madmen, Interracial Voice, Sagazine Online, The Write Gallery, The CoffeehousePress Journal, Beauty Talk, COBRA, and several other magazines. Her Urban Paranormal novel, Blood Master-Book 1 of The G.O.D.s Series was a Top 100 Best Seller. Blood Phase -Book 2 of the G.O.D.s Series will be released on March 3, 2017. Kirsten is also the author of Darkness Calls, a Young Adult book of Speculative/ Paranormal short stories, & of Perfect Chaos, a book of previously published poetry, (a #1 New Release for 3 weeks.) She also co-authored Chocolate & Diamonds for the Woman’s Soul, (a #1 International Best Seller and Hot New Release.) Her poetry chapbook, “The Abandoning Kind,” was published by Puddinghouse Press in 2009, and her chapbook, “Poetry from the Covert Bourgeoisie,” was published by Ladybug Press in 2006. Social Media Author Links Facebook

If you would like to get in touch with her: 

https://www.facebook.com/kirsten.campbell.526 Street Team https://www.facebook.com/groups/252468245195470/ Kirsten Campbell ~ G.O.D.s Blog http://www.kcampbell-gods.com/gods-blog Website http://www.kirstencampbellbooks.com/home.html GoodReads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3157373.Kirsten_Campbell

(This event is hosted by Enchanting Nova Book Promotions https://enchantingnova.com/)

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ICE free until Wednesday

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My debut novella ICE will be free until Wednesday, January 18. Most reviewers agree that it is worth a read.

Download our free copy today to find out:

  1. What is The Minter and why do the people of Minterville hold it so dear?
  2. Which trusted and beloved community member is hiding a dark and deadly secret?
  3. Where are the women who are disappearing from different parts of town being taken?
  4. What will happen if the town doesn’t band together and act in time?
  5. How, in the aftermath of these dreadful events, will another tragedy that had befallen Minterville be resolved?

Here is a sample excerpt:

We passed the Old Recreation Center, which fell into disuse when the New Recreational Center opened. i remember swimming in the Old Rec’s Center large, pristine swimming pool as a kid. After five years of abandonment, the Old Rec Center had the creepy feel that many rundown buildings have. 

With a touch of alarm, I noticed that the door the to Old Rec Center was open. Who was going in there? Certainly no one was using it to work out….

At that moment, I remembered Mom’s comment about Natalia de los Santos, and felt a renewed and intensified sense of unease. I considered saying something to Uncle Andy, but given his mood that morning, I decided to wait until later.

To this day, I wonder how many lives could have been saved if i had said something to Uncle Andy at that moment. 

Please consider downloading your free copy of ICE today. I truly believe you will enjoy it.

Much love and happy Monday,

Jessica

Author Spotlight-Andy Peloquin

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I’d like to introduce everyone to Andy Peloquin, dark fantasy author of The Last Bucelarii series, starring the bloodthirsty but strangely charming Hunter of Vormais. Andy also holds regular live chats about reading and writing topics. All in all, a super guy!

Blade of the Destroyer

I have just started reading Blade of the Destroyer and I am hooked. The Hunter of Voramis, at one with his sword SoulHunger, has a constant urge to ‘hunt.’ But there is another side of him, too. One that cares about the plight of the sick, impoverished, and elderly. I am very excited to see how this plays out. I can already tell you this will be a must-read for fans of dark fantasy.(Note: this book contains profanity and graphic violence and is not suitable for younger readers).

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Book 2 of the series is the recently-released Lament of the Fallen. I am looking forward to checking out this gem, but in the meantime, here is what reviewers are saying:

“Peloquin creates an interesting world with fascinating characters and dark setting. The journey of the Hunter is fascinating as he goes from assassin to hero.”-RJ Reviews

“We fell in love with the Hunter in Blade the Destroyer, he’s just a strong character with such determination.”-Chasity Dougherty

“It is everything you want fantasy to be, even playing with the Hero’s Journey in such a way that you may not even recognize it at first.”-Jesse Magnan

“The characters in this book are complex and interesting in ways that reveal both their humanity and their struggles, and the story itself sets up these well-written characters for a surprising set of twists and turns that will leave you flipping hurriedly to the next page.”-Allsion Hawn

To get in touch with Andy, there are several ways. He can be found on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. His website is http://andypeolquin.com. Check out this awesome series today and lose yourself in the world of The Hunter.

Transitory free July 24-28

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I am pleased to announce that Transitory, the debut novel by sci-fi guru Ian Williams, is free Sunday through Thursday. It’s worth the regular price but why not get it free today? Download and enjoy traveling with Nate Maddox as he revisits his fondest memories and dodges an assassination attempt.

In addition to Transitory, Williams is also the author of the Sentient Trilogy, which includes The Sentient CollectorThe Sentient Mimic, and The Sentient Corruption.

In case it isn’t glaringly obvious, I am a HUGE fan of Williams and his work. Download your free copy of Transitory today and while you’re at it, check out the Sentient trilogy.

ICE is free July 7-11

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I am humbled and amazed by how well my first novella has been received. With 70+ reviews between Amazon and Goodreads, it has been a great joy to know that most readers have enjoyed ICE. Is it perfect? No, but the vast majority of readers have said that they enjoyed the small-town feel, the suspense, and the sense of community.

ICE tells the story of one fateful November morning when the the fictional town of Minterville, Georgia, is brutalized by vicious thugs. Twenty women are kidnapped and set in a death trap that can quite literally be described as cold. Time is ticking away as the rest of the town scrambles to come up with a viable rescue plan.

Here are what some reviewers have said about ICE:

“This book is a crazy (in a good way) mixture of supernatural, thriller, and mystery.” Emily Woodmansee, who gave it 4 stars.

“The twist this story takes left me caring more about ICE and it’s characters than any book I read recently.” Barbara Chioffi, who gave it 5 stars.

“This was an enjoyable read and the story was good…This being a great beginning to a writing career, there are some things that I personally feel could have made this story far better.” Tom Fallwell, who rated it 3.5 stars.

“A fast paced entertainment that sets the scene frot an uncertain future.” Mmcqu2005, who rated it 5 stars.

“Very interesting storyline…unique writing style.” Amanshay, who rated it 4 stars.

“The plot was excellent, the descriptive a done in a way that made the author’s research excellent.” Amazon Pygmy Reviews, who rated it 5 stars.

“This had an excellent plot that kept m reading to the end but it could have been so much more…[the author] is talented and I would read more…just need more development.” Loki, who rated it three stars.

ICE is also the precursor to my upcoming C.I.N. Dystopian trilogy. If you are interested, check it out free until the 11th. Thank you for your support of indie authors.

https://www.amazon.com/Ice-Jessica-Wren-ebook/product-reviews/B00O1CCAU6/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_hist_2?ie=UTF8&sortBy=recent&formatType=current_format&filterByStar=two_star&pageNumber=1

The Rehoboam Effect-The Consequences of Negative Peer Pressure.

I’m a Christian. I believe that Jesus died on the cross for our sins. God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believes in him will not perish but will have everlasting life. I love my Lord and it is my pleasure to serve and glorify Him in every way I’m able.

Why do so many people have a problem with Christians? If you don’t choose to believe, that is your right under the First Amendment. I for one have no intention of trying to convert you. I will treat you with respect and kindness regardless of your beliefs or lack thereof. Why can’t you do the same for me? What difference does it make to me that I choose to believe in God? It doesn’t make me less intelligent, and it doesn’t make me a judgmental Bible-thumper. I’m finding it so sad that many tolerant, non-judgmental Christians feel pressured by society to hide their lamps.

Yes, I am a Christian and no matter what anyone else says, I’m not changing my mind. I have followed God for as long as I can remember and will do so until the day I die. I don’t care if I’m the last believer left on Earth. For this reason, I’ve deliberately chosen a Biblical parallel to illustrate my point. The Rehoboam Effect is my term for the consequences of caving in to peer pressure instead of doing what you know in your heart to be the right thing to do. 

I’ve always found the story of King Rehoboam to be a fascinating one (so much that I’ve planned a dystopian novel modeled loosely after his reign). Here is the Cliff-Notes version, in case you are unfamiliar: Rehoboam’s reign never stood a chance. As the only (identified) son of King Solomon, he was destined to be the next ruler of Israel (whether he wanted to or not). Towards the end of Solomon’s life, he fell out of favor with The Lord because of his blatant disregard of the direct responsibilities given to him and for using his power for selfish purposes rather than to serve and better the kingdom of Israel. As punishment, God told Solomon that Israel would be divided and that one of his officials (Jeroboam) would be made king over ten of the twelve tribes (Rehoboam would still get to keep Judah, in accordance with the covenant The Lord made with King David).

When Solomon eventually died, the people of Israel, who have been oppressed by Solomon’s heavy taxation required to finance an overly elaborate temple and to build temples of worship for his numerous wives (the very thing that got him in trouble), begged Rehoboam to lift the burden. Rehoboam, unsure of what to do, told them to give him three days to think things over. The people (led by Jeroboam) left him. Rehoboam asked his father’s advisers for advice on how to respond. The elders in his father’s court advised him to (at the very least) agree to take the people’s concerns under consideration. There is no evidence that he was told to simply give in to every demand they made.

So why would Rehoboam reject such sound advice? His public image as new king was of utmost importance.

Here is my theory: Rehoboam completed his conversation with the elders, and then left fully prepared to negotiate with the people. If he didn’t want or trust the advice of the elders, he wouldn’t have sought it in the first place, I would think. He then meets up with his drinking buddies. After a few rounds, the conversation of his coronation speech comes up:

“So, Reh, whatcha gonna say to Berojoam when he asks about lifting taxes?”

“I’m going to tell him to meet me in my office so we can settle matters like civilized people.”

“Ah, man, don’t be a wuss. You gotta show these people who’s in charge. They won’t respect you if you show any witness.”

“Witness?”

“Weakness, whatever. Hey, tavern wench, bring us another round. If you lighten the lax toad then the people think you’re a wuss, too. Come on, man! You’re Moloson’s only son. You gotta make your old man proud.”

“I don’t think my dad would be too proud of–”

“So when they come back, this is what you say…”

Follow the advice of the elders? Or my buddies? This was the decision that Rehoboam had to make. One choice would have make him a wise and respected leader (reading further into his story, one can see the potential to be an excellent king is there). The other would have make him look cool in front of his friends. Or not.

“Whereas my father laid upon you a heavy a yoke, so I shall add to it tenfold.  Whereas my father scourged you with whips, so I shall scourge you with scorpions.”

I can envision the scene in my head. The people, looking at each other with “what on God’s green Earth?” expressions, his so-called friends snickering, and Jeroboam shaking his head in contempt (but secretly delighted because the prophesy given to him is coming to fruition).

“Begging you pardon, My Lord, but–,” one of the elders began, only to be silenced by a dismissive wave of Rehoboam’s hand.

“My little finger is thicker than my father’s waist!” All over the crowd, people’s eyes become as big as saucers. Did he REALLY just say that? This is a joke, right? Any second our new king is going to say ‘and this is what I would have said if you hadn’t given me time to consult with the elders, but since you did, I am here to listen and to serve the people.’

Meanwhile, his “friends” are laughing their behinds off.

“I can’t believe old Reh fell for that! What a tool!” Malachi said.

“And I can’t believe Ezra here lay with your mama and your sister. They are as both as unclean as a dead hog.” As a fistfight breaks out, Rehoboam continues.

“And your backs, which bent like reeds at my father’s touch, shall snap like straw at my own.” End speech. Any hope for a relief of the oppression is lost. Rehoboam lost the respect of the people before he even started.

“Well, that’s that,” Jeroboam said. “Let’s go home.” Rehoboam stood there and watched the crowd leave. The full idiocy of his comments dawned on him in that instant. He had been set up for the prank of the millennium. If there had been Twitter back then, his speech would have been trending for months.

His friends stopped laughing as soon as they saw the fury in his face.

“Hey, man, it was only a suggestion. No one said you HAD to make the speech I gave you,” Malachi said.

“Yeah, you know how Malachi says stupid stuff when he’s drunk. None of us thought you were actually going to say that. We were just messing around. Really, Reh. Next time, listen to the elders and not to someone whose mother is an unclean woman.”

As Malachi punches Ezra in the nose, Rehoboam had to admit in his heart that he had no one to blame but himself for the foolish speech. He had the chance to say something that would have provided encouragement to the people instead of disappointment. He could have won respect that day instead of contempt. He could have given the people a bright future to look forward to instead of a bleak dystopia. Granted, the split of the kingdom was inevitable, but Rehoboam had the potential to be a great ruler like his grandfather, but with just a few sentences, he ruined it all.

These days, social media sites like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. have become the new Jeroboam. Collectively they have become a platform to express every form of discontent. People use the anonymity to spew hatred and anger. Even expressing an opinion contrary to the social norm of the moment will bring on an onslaught of troll attacks.

Jeroboam was the ultimate troll. He deliberately sowed anger and discontent to further his own agenda. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if he were actually behind the scenes, telling his friends to encourage him to make the speech. And because Rehoboam was more concerned about what his friends thought than about doing what he knew in his heart was the right thing to do, he goes down in history as a wicked, foolish tyrant when one can tell he was better than that.

Don’t be Rehoboam. Think before you speak. Keep your words soft and sweet, because you may have to eat them later. 

New Release: Love Claimed by Mary Crawford

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Synopsis

Donda has seen more than her fair share of tragedy. Between the assaults she suffered as a child, her eating disorder, and addictions she feels like she’s the last person who should get a second chance.

Jaxon has spent years trying to move past his own inner demons. His ex-wife was a junkie who let their young daughter die rather than miss a score. Though he has committed his career to saving lives, he can’t shake the feeling he should have done more back then. When the single mother and doctor finally meet, it seems like fate. A car accident turns a shared glance into a chance at happiness neither one expected or believes they deserve.

Becoming a teenaged matchmaker extraordinaire, Donda’s son, Gabriel, is convinced the two are perfect for each other, but they aren’t so sure.

Can the pair get past their troubled histories, self-doubt, and bad experiences to find love at last?

 
A Little Taste
 

“Jaxson, I think I’m going to feel pain either way, and I’d much rather feel pain with you in my life than without you.”

 
About The Author
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Mary Crawford has been lucky enough to live her own version of a romance novel. She married the guy who kissed her at summer camp. He told her on the night they met that he was going to marry her and be the father of their children. Eventually she stopped giggling when he said it, and they just celebrated their 27th wedding anniversary. They have two children. The oldest is in medical school, where he recently found and married the love of his life, and the youngest will son venture into middle school.

Ms. Crawford writes full time now. She recently published her tenth book and has several more underway. She volunteers her time to a variety of causes and has worked as a Civil Rights Attorney and diversity advocate. Ms. Crawford spent several years working for various social service agencies before becoming an attorney. In her spare time, she loved to cook, decorate cakes and of course, obsessively, compulsively read.

Email: Mary@MaryCrawfordAuthor.com

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Big Announcement-Rainbow Dreams is here!

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After weeks of breathless anticipation, the Marvelous Mistral Daawn has released her new cyberpunk novel, Rainbow Dreams. Click here to download your copy today. You know you want to. Now, I’ll turn it over to Mistral:

Hey Everyone!!! 🙂

Guess what? It’s finally here!!  Rainbow Dreams is now out!  What’s it about?  I’m glad you asked!  Here’s the blurb:

Have you ever had a terrible secret you didn’t want anyone to know? Petri does and it may get her killed. Life is hard on Upworld, especially for the residents of Under City, and it’s even harder for those who don’t fit in. Petri has alway been different and now those differences may cost her life. Her one hope is to leave the only home she’s ever known while evading the mob that’s calling for her blood. But Petri has never been outside of her sector of Under City, never mind off the planet. And the laws of Upworld forbid people like her from leaving. Will Petri overcome the odds and make good her escape? Maybe…with a little help from her friends.

Sound interesting?  You can download it in seconds from the following merchants:

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/628561

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/rainbow-dreams-2

Now allow me to take a moment to draw attention to that amazing cover. The wonderful and talented Julie Nicholls created it, and I think she did a fantastic job of capturing Petri’s likeness.  If you’d like to see more of her incredible work, check out her website here:

Artwork by Julie Nicholls

Okay, okay, I know, enough stalling.  If you’re as excited as I am about this story, I know you’re all ready for a peek:

Rainbow Dreams Chapter One

Lightning bolts of fire and ice shot up and down Petri’s spine as she moved over the human man on the bed. Her short, slender body bowed with the sensations that washed over her. His lust was like a fountain of cold water on a hot day, and she was parched. It had been too long; she needed this. Desperately.

Looking down at him as she slid her body onto his straining cock, she smiled. This client had wanted to be blindfolded; he said he enjoyed the mystery. There was more mystery in Petri than most humans would know what to do with, so that was fine with her. With him blindfolded, she didn’t need to be careful to keep her own eyes shut. This was going to be a good feed, and there was no way she could have kept her eyes from glowing.

The man moaned in pleasure. Being fed upon felt as good for humans as feeding did for Petri. None of her clients knew she sipped from their energy, their life force, when she fucked them. All they knew was that she was one hell of a talented dolly. A win-win for all involved.

This client was a regular; Petri had shown him many times how good it could be with her. Some of her regulars came to crave her, almost like the dream dust that was sold in the club below. They were guaranteed repeat business, and she always made sure to show them a good time. After all, that was her job.

The energy of the man’s lust filled Petri as she glided up and down on top of him. She shivered. It was renewing, rejuvenating. She couldn’t get enough. A few grains of dust remained on his upper lip as evidence of his earlier indulgence in some of the chemical delights that were available at Abracadabra.

It was clear her client was high long before Petri started feeding. Before she blindfolded him, she had noted the man’s dilated pupils and the flush of pleasure on his face. She had no doubt the management of Abracadabra would go to great lengths to make sure he received the maximum enjoyment possible during his visit. There was a reason it was the hottest nightclub in this part of Under City.

The club specialized in hedonism in all its forms. Drugs of every description, games, gambling, and other, darker pleasures could be found within its walls. House dollies, little more than sex slaves, waited to fulfill the customers’ every desire. Freelance dollies, like Petri, rented space to ply their trade as well. The house allowed it because the dollies offered the club’s clientele more variety and were motivated to attract business. Once a patron had satisfied their lust, they often wandered downstairs in search of other entertainments.

Leaning down, Petri pressed her cat-like mouth to her client’s lips in a sizzling kiss. Their tongues tangled as he responded, and she undulated her hips against his, faster and faster. The drugs he had consumed tainted his energy, giving Petri a pleasant buzz. She never took dust herself since it interfered with her ability to control her power, but she enjoyed the effect when one of her johns indulged. As their sex intensified, Petri drank deeper, swallowing down the man’s whimpers and sighs of ecstasy as she swallowed his desire.

Lost in the haze of feeding for the first time in days, Petri didn’t realize it at first when the man suddenly went still underneath her. His penis remained stiff and eager inside her, and she continued to ride it, draining his energy. It was only when the cold, clamminess of his skin penetrated the pleasurable trance she often sank into when feeding that she realized that she had gone too far. Her heart skipped a beat.

Swinging her leg over him, she clambered off his body and knelt beside him on the bed. She grabbed his shoulder, shaking him, but there was no response. He was as still and cold as death.

Petri’s breath froze in her chest as she tried to suppress her rising panic. She slapped him, hard, across his face, trying to provoke a response. There was nothing. Leaning down, she put her ear against his chest, listening for something, anything. Any sign that a spark of life remained in the man. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have heard a faint fluttering within.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and put her hands on his chest, fingers splayed. She had never done this before, but her instincts said it might work. The process of drawing energy from others had come automatically when she reached physical maturity. It was as natural as breathing to her. But reversing the flow of energy… That was something else altogether. She forced herself to focus; all she could do was try.

Reaching down into the well of energy within her, Petri tried to snag a wisp of it. It was like trying to catch fog. Gritting her teeth, she concentrated and managed to grab a small piece of the mist and tease it up, out of herself and back into the man. It flowed at a slow trickle, but it did flow. The man took a deep breath and Petri slumped in relief.

Before she could stop him, or even turn away, the man reached up and snatched the blindfold from his face. When he saw her glowing eyes, he shrieked, “Mgeni!”

Petri swore. She knew she didn’t have much time. Sitting up, she sucker-punched her client hard in his stomach. The man folded over, clutching his gut, just like she knew he would. As her former client coughed and wheezed, Petri scrambled into her tight, red mini-dress and stiletto pumps and clambered out the window. She couldn’t risk trying to make it through the crowded club below; she needed to be gone before the man recovered enough to sound the alarm.

As she scurried down the fire escape, Petri cursed herself. She should have known she needed to be more careful. After having gone without feeding for several days, she shouldn’t have broken her fast in such a public place. At least he wasn’t dead. That was the one thing that might save her. If she had killed an Upworld client in Under City, the houses would have banded together and hunted her no matter where she went.

The funny thing about Under City was it could be a wild, crazy place, but only within certain parameters. In some ways, it was as restrictive as the world above. Upworld citizens were fair game for cons, beatings, muggings, pick-pocketing, and many other crimes. As long as the citizens left Under City breathing, the houses would look the other way. After all, most people from Upworld came to Under City for the thrill of danger, so, in many ways, the underworlders were just giving them what they paid for.

But too many deaths were bad for business and that the houses would not allow. The only reason an Upworld citizen could be killed in Under City with the blessing of the houses was if the citizen killed an underworlder without paying for it first. Life was cheap in Under City, but it wasn’t free. And no one left Under City without paying their bill. No one.

Even though the man was alive, Petri’s life was still in danger. She had survived thus far in Under City because everyone thought she was a Human/Paka hybrid. Half-breeds weren’t especially loved, even among the generally open-minded underworlders, but they were tolerated. Arcanum, on the other hand, were universally despised, and the glowing eyes and energy draining power were unmistakable. Petri was now a marked woman, and it wouldn’t be long before half the underworlders in the Southern sector were howling for her blood. She needed to get away.

The problem was where could she go? Each sector of Under City was isolated from the other sectors, and the only way to get from one sector to another was to travel through Upworld. And the only way underworlders were allowed into Upworld was if they had a pass. Even if she did manage to get to another sector, that would only be a temporary reprieve. Word would travel and her appearance was too distinctive for her to be able to disappear into a crowd of strangers.

No, the only possible way for her to survive was for her to find passage off-world. Petri grimaced. She might as well wish for the planetary presidency.

The moment she reached the ground, Petri looked both ways down the alleyway she was in. Everything seemed normal. The bass from club Abracadabra throbbed through the street, lending the night a syncopated heartbeat. The fast food dollies who worked the crowd outside the club seemed to be doing a brisk business. The groans and gasps of pleasure from their johns blended with the music.

Other than the regular street activity, nothing was happening. Maybe the hottest club in the sector wasn’t the worst place this could have happened. At least, she was central. It wouldn’t be hard to get anywhere in the sector from here; if she could only decide where it was she should go.

Hiding and lying low were out of the question. There were too many people in Under City who would be thrilled to earn a couple of easy creds by informing on her. Which also made going home impossible; that was the first place they would look for her. The distant rumble of a subway broke through her temporary paralysis and got Petri moving.

But she didn’t run. Running in Under City was never a good idea. Running meant trouble and attracted attention. Predators chased those who ran, and Under City was full of predators.

Neon signs glittered in the night, advertising the wares to be found in the many businesses in this central part of Southern sector. Outlines of naked men and women, frothing drinks and steaming food, new hairstyles, and more had been recreated out of glowing lights and buzzing bulbs. Abracadabra wasn’t the only purveyor of pleasures in the area; there were others, though each was smaller and had a narrower focus than the popular club. Brothels, restaurants, bars, dust dens, casinos, gaming establishments, salons, and chop shops abounded. This part of Under City existed to cater to the whims of the rich, and there was nothing subtle about the offerings that were available to those with money.

Shops of all kinds welcomed customers from Upworld with open arms. Clothing, children’s toys, vehicles, sex aids, personal electronics, game programs, jewelry, and domicile furnishings could be purchased right next to each other at any time of the day or night. “Come In!” flashed their advertisements. “Good Deals!” “Low Prices!” “Rare Merchandise!” A constant siren song of the consumerism that ruled the underworld.

There were also businesses with darker, less obvious entryways. The snuff industry was alive and well in Under City. Upworld citizens who had the creds could indulge their most twisted and violent fantasies, and there were snuff houses that specialized in providing those services. Fights, snuff porn, torture, cannibalism—it was all available for the asking. And no matter if a citizen wanted to watch, participate, or direct, their most hidden desires could be satisfied by the snuff houses. Customers were only limited by their bank accounts, and the grinders waited to clean up the mess afterwards.

Petri ignored all the enticements and offerings and tried to keep her mind away from where she might end up if she failed in her escape attempt. A short, brisk walk brought her to the transit station just as a train pulled up to the stop. It wasn’t a perfect solution, it wasn’t even a good solution, but at least it was a stopgap that might give her the time she needed to formulate a plan. Being a moving target was better than being a stationary one.

She hopped on the train and found an empty car. As she dropped into a seat at the back of the car, she sighed. It had started out as such a good night.

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Cover Reveal-Rainbow Dreams by Mistral Dawn

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Wow, look at that amazing cover! Mistral Dawn, who is best known for her paranormal romance/fantasy work, has branched out into cyberpunk! Mistral is an extremely talented writer and I urge you to check out her latest release, which is now available for pre-order and will come out on April 19th. Now here’s Mistral:

Hey Everyone!!! 🙂

Guess what? It’s finally here!!  Rainbow Dreams is now available for preorder from the following merchants:

Amazon

iTunes

Smashwords

Kobo

What’s it about?  I’m glad you asked!  Here’s the blurb:

Have you ever had a terrible secret you didn’t want anyone to know? Petri does and it may get her killed. Life is hard on Upworld, especially for the residents of Under City, and it’s even harder for those who don’t fit in. Petri has alway been different and now those differences may cost her life. Her one hope is to leave the only home she’s ever known while evading the mob that’s calling for her blood. But Petri has never been outside of her sector of Under City, never mind off the planet. And the laws of Upworld forbid people like her from leaving. Will Petri overcome the odds and make good her escape? Maybe…with a little help from her friends.

Sound interesting?  Good!  And get a load of that cover!!!  It’s courtesy of the FANTABULOUS Julie Nicholls!!  If you’d like to see more of her incredible work, check out her website here:

Artwork by Julie Nicholls

I also want to let you all know about an Amazon Giveaway I’m running for Captivated By The Winter King.  It’s free to enter!  Rainbow Dreams won’t be released until April 19th, so in the meantime you can get your sexy romance fix with some dreamy Fae! 😉

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Okay, okay, I know, enough stalling.  If you’re as excited as I am about this story, I know you’re all ready for a peek:

Rainbow Dreams Chapter One Excerpt

Lightning bolts of fire and ice shot up and down Petri’s spine as she moved over the human man on the bed. Her short, slender body bowed with the sensations that washed over her. His lust was like a fountain of cold water on a hot day, and she was parched. It had been too long; she needed this. Desperately.

Looking down at him as she slid her body onto his straining cock, she smiled. This client had wanted to be blindfolded; he said he enjoyed the mystery. There was more mystery in Petri than most humans would know what to do with, so that was fine with her. With him blindfolded, she didn’t need to be careful to keep her own eyes shut. This was going to be a good feed, and there was no way she could have kept her eyes from glowing.

The man moaned in pleasure. Being fed upon felt as good for humans as feeding did for Petri. None of her clients knew she sipped from their energy, their life force, when she fucked them. All they knew was that she was one hell of a talented dolly. A win-win for all involved.

This client was a regular; Petri had shown him many times how good it could be with her. Some of her regulars came to crave her, almost like the dream dust that was sold in the club below. They were guaranteed repeat business, and she always made sure to show them a good time. After all, that was her job.

The energy of the man’s lust filled Petri as she glided up and down on top of him. She shivered. It was renewing, rejuvenating. She couldn’t get enough. A few grains of dust remained on his upper lip as evidence of his earlier indulgence in some of the chemical delights that were available at Abracadabra.

It was clear her client was high long before Petri started feeding. Before she blindfolded him, she had noted the man’s dilated pupils and the flush of pleasure on his face. She had no doubt the management of Abracadabra would go to great lengths to make sure he received the maximum enjoyment possible during his visit. There was a reason it was the hottest nightclub in this part of Under City.

The club specialized in hedonism in all its forms. Drugs of every description, games, gambling, and other, darker pleasures could be found within its walls. House dollies, little more than sex slaves, waited to fulfill the customers’ every desire. Freelance dollies, like Petri, rented space to ply their trade as well. The house allowed it because the dollies offered the club’s clientele more variety and were motivated to attract business. Once a patron had satisfied their lust, they often wandered downstairs in search of other entertainments.

Leaning down, Petri pressed her cat-like mouth to her client’s lips in a sizzling kiss. Their tongues tangled as he responded, and she undulated her hips against his, faster and faster. The drugs he had consumed tainted his energy, giving Petri a pleasant buzz. She never took dust herself since it interfered with her ability to control her power, but she enjoyed the effect when one of her johns indulged. As their sex intensified, Petri drank deeper, swallowing down the man’s whimpers and sighs of ecstasy as she swallowed his desire.

Lost in the haze of feeding for the first time in days, Petri didn’t realize it at first when the man suddenly went still underneath her. His penis remained stiff and eager inside her, and she continued to ride it, draining his energy. It was only when the cold, clamminess of his skin penetrated the pleasurable trance she often sank into when feeding that she realized that she had gone too far. Her heart skipped a beat.

Swinging her leg over him, she clambered off his body and knelt beside him on the bed. She grabbed his shoulder, shaking him, but there was no response. He was as still and cold as death.

Petri’s breath froze in her chest as she tried to suppress her rising panic. She slapped him, hard, across his face, trying to provoke a response. There was nothing. Leaning down, she put her ear against his chest, listening for something, anything. Any sign that a spark of life remained in the man. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have heard a faint fluttering within.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and put her hands on his chest, fingers splayed. She had never done this before, but her instincts said it might work. The process of drawing energy from others had come automatically when she reached physical maturity. It was as natural as breathing to her. But reversing the flow of energy… That was something else altogether. She forced herself to focus; all she could do was try.

Reaching down into the well of energy within her, Petri tried to snag a wisp of it. It was like trying to catch fog. Gritting her teeth, she concentrated and managed to grab a small piece of the mist and tease it up, out of herself and back into the man. It flowed at a slow trickle, but it did flow. The man took a deep breath and Petri slumped in relief.

Before she could stop him, or even turn away, the man reached up and snatched the blindfold from his face. When he saw her glowing eyes, he shrieked, “Mgeni!”

Petri swore. She knew she didn’t have much time. Sitting up, she sucker-punched her client hard in his stomach. The man folded over, clutching his gut, just like she knew he would. As her former client coughed and wheezed, Petri scrambled into her tight, red mini-dress and stiletto pumps and clambered out the window. She couldn’t risk trying to make it through the crowded club below; she needed to be gone before the man recovered enough to sound the alarm.

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Author Spotlight-Barbara Chioffi.

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Please join me in welcoming the babelicious Barbara Chioffi. This former teacher has decided to explore her more sensual side with hot romance novels such as Angel Mine, Lycan’s Love, and Trickery. And as a fabulous supporter of other authors via Authors-Professionals Co-op, Mrs. Chioffi is definitive someone you want to get to know.

Author Bio:

I am 73, a retired music teacher, living in Virginia with my family, 11 cats, and one noisy bird. I love to write, cross stitch, and color. I’ve been reading since I was four. Mom said the first word I spoke was ‘book’, carrying one around and bugging everyone to read to me. All were thankful when I began reading for myself.

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Angel Mine

The official Blurb:

Jeza is a gorgeous redhead with a broken heart. One afternoon, she meets a handsome stranger at a local gun range and the sparks fly.
Instant attraction results in a hot romance, but trouble looms on the horizon. Her former abusive boyfriend returns to reclaim her with dangerous intent.

What reviewers are saying:

‘A Novella wanting for MORE. I loved this intense, fully developed and the polarity of the couple in question. The short story is filled with a story that took me into both well developed character personalities. Both were ‘mared’ with the troubles of disappointment regarding love of the past and both had to solve their inner issues as it moved quickly through the picture this was about LOVE”-Airriel

“Chioffi has a considerable gift for character presentation and development and in “Angel Mine” she focuses consistently on two strong central characters, both of whom move from positions of self-doubt after failed relationships to a renewal of confidence as they slowly find happiness in each other. An ordinary, perhaps even pedestrian theme, one might think, but there is a twist which makes this book quite memorable and by including it, the author shows that she is a story-teller of considerable ability”-Judith Rook.

“This is a sizzling hot short, and a very easy, quick read. If you’re looking for something steamy you can read in an hour, or so, this story is perfect! 🙂 “-Over the Rainbow

I know that Angel Mine just shot up to the top of my own TBR list 🙂

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Lycan Heart

The official blurb:

Julia Monroe has been wandering all her life…from one foster home to another, then one job to another. She meets a wealthy man, Robert Flannery, who becomes her employer. His son, Justin, is attracted to Julia and reveals himself to her; first as his wolf persona, then in his human form. As their relationship develops, Julia learns more about the secrets the Flannerys hold…ones that will lead to love, friendship, and danger. Due to sexual content, recommended for 18 and older.

What reviewers are saying:

“A beautiful love story! Julia was forced into one foster home after the next, never loved. She meets Mr. Flannery who takes her in, employs her, and provides her a place to live – a cottage in the woods on his property. He becomes something of a father to her. Julia is peaceful and content then meets Justin. A sweltering hot werewolf. The passion they feel for each other heats up.
I love Barbara Chioffi’s books! They are the perfect length for a quick entertaining read yet the characters are rich and developed. Her writing is impeccable and the stories easy to follow. Lycan Love is an absolute joy to read!”-Erika

:This is an amazing story. Justin the main male character finds his Lycan Love, with the lovely, Julia. There is a very emotional bond here. Justin is missing a big part of himself, and when he finally finds it. It’s an fantastic reunion, with some fatalistic problems. But the twists in the story plot leave you breathless wanting more. Will Justin and Julia make it through all the obstacles? You have to pick this one up to see!”-lisak

“A quick, easy and captivating read.
This short story is well-written and interesting and the characters are well developed. The instant attraction between Julia and Justin is undeniably passionate and steamy.”-Rainne Atkins.

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Dark Lycan (Mystic Hearts Book 1)

The official blurb:

Tara Bentley has experienced much in her life. Losing her father while still in high school, she finds herself faced with a stepfather a year later. When she finally accepts him, rapid developments threaten to unravel her existence.

Attending a dinner with her parents, Tara meets a young man who proves to be a danger.. She awakens in the woods, remembers being with him, but the rest eludes her. Found by a handsome shapeshifter, she is returned to her family..

Jared, her rescuer, begins to court her, and soon, they are in a loving relationship. Revelations come to light, involving her true heritage. These bring joy but also danger to her, as well as to Jared and his family.

Faced with the knowledge that her attacker is still at large, Tara must either decide to embrace her true nature to protect those she loves, or risk losing them.

What reviewers are saying:

“This is not the first of Ms. Chioffi’s stories I’ve read. As much as I love each story, I’m always amazed that the next one surpasses the last and Dark Lycan is no exception! Five stars, and I can’t wait to read the next installment in her Mystic Hearts series. 🙂 “-Over the Rainbow.

I know that I will be digging into Mrs. Chioffi’s works very soon.

Meanwhile, to get in touch with the author:

  1. On her blog/webpage:reveriesfrombarb.blogspot.com
  2. On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BarbaraChioffiAuthor/
  3. On Twitter: @starlite42
  4. On Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/dragon73
  5. On her Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Barbara-Chioffi/e/B012Z1HLQ2/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1